It's - the - return of the Prince, the boss
this is real hardcore, Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit's soft
sip criss, get chips, wrist gliss, I floss
stick shift look sick up in that boxsta Porsche
with the top cut off, rich kids go and cop the source
they don't know about the blocks I'm on
and everybody wanna know where the kid go, where he rest at?
where he shop at and dress at?
know he got dough, where does he live?
is he still in the bridge?
does he really know how ill that he is?
got all of y'all watchin' my moves
my watch and my jewels
hop in my coupe, dodge interviews like that
It's not only my jewels, ice anything, plenty chains
Look at my tennis shoes, I iced that
Who am I? the back twister, lingerie ripper
automatic leg spreader, quicker brain getter
keepin' it gangsta wit' ya

word son i'm ill

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Gods son

*holds fist high*

honestly I like the middle of the verse the most. I didnt like the 2nd line for an openner. those two(kid,bizkit) is dead. I liked flow of things, u had some decent stuff, I did'nt understand the bridge part though...I guess either your a troll or you str8 out lived in queens befor, Im not sure. it seems like this aint your style of rapping cuz I got the feeling you ran out of material a bit befor the end. but this is just my opinon. check out my audio and holla back at me and let me know wat you think of my favorite song "here that click clack". the link is in my sig.

I give your verse a 4.5/10
nothing personal...

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figure I could drop by and promote my my first mixtape and what not since im here..

^ROFL word, son. I feel you..... I'll def make sure my next song is better. It's called "Made You Look" will be a classic

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here you go yo, I found it in my rap archives:

Uh, uh, uh, now let's get it all in perspective
For all y'all enjoyin' it, a song y'all can step wit'
Y'all appointed me to bring rap justice
But I ain't Nas tho, y'all know it's SPuL yo
Grey goose and a whole lotta hydro
Only describe us as soldier survivors
Stay laced in the best, well dressed with finesse
In a white tee lookin for wifey
Thug girl who fly and talks so nicely
Put her in the coupe so she can feel the nice breeze
We can drive through the city no doubt, but don't say my car's topless
Say the titties is out, newness here's the anthem
Put your hand up that you shoot with, count your loot wit'
Push the pool stick in your new crib, same hand that you hoop with
Swing around like you stupid, king'a the town, yeah I been that
You know I click-clack where you and your men's at
Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Baseball Bat
Rooftop like we bringing '88 back

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i got second verse for you bro

This ain't rappin, this is Street-Hop
Now get up off your ass like your seat's hot
My live niggaz lit up the reefer
Trunk'a the car we got the streetsweeper
Don't start none, won't be none
No reason for your mans to panic
You don't wanna see no ambulances
Knock a pimp's drink down in his pimp cup
That's the way you get Timberland'd up
Let the music diffuse all the tension
Ball or convention, free admission
Hustlers, dealers and killers'ca move swift
Girls get close, you'ca feel where the tool's kept
All my just-comin' homies, parolees
Get money, leave the beef alone slowly
Get out my face, you people so phoney
Pull out my waist, the eagle fo-forty

damn i got creative.

damn1!!!!111 .

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i'm bored.

^yea, son. we should like make an OM and shit with this nah mean son?

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Wait and see what EyeDentdy thinks of my verse first, he seems to know his music

i liked it wen Nas sed it, but sumhow, wen SPuL sez it, its wack, hmmmm, werd

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R.I.P. EAZY-E

Damn.........sick.........shit..............hot... ........fuck!

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eazy E cool guy wrecked the fun

Psh, I wrote this track called "The Takeover" and it skeets on your whole career.

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Whenever Spul posts a verse in Anything goes... its never his like that battle he copied for a prank sorta

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