This complication of our common nation is constant hatred like anger is a compilation//
Sober rights activists activate former plight concentration on the right postulation//
Insipid kids out to prove the city gives hounds an ounce of truth so kids can get out and move//
How much is too much of sorrow drowning the souls of those who sit about aloof//
The dragon breathes fire on dire straights, straight into the eyes of prior liars and fakes//
Acting like the retired are mired in wealth and fame, the same hour these powers line their banks//
My insecurity is enless tyranny in the face of kids who cheerin' me to suspend this purely//
Out of spite and relentless energy, it's defenseless heresy attemptin' to prevent this wearily//
Most folks yellin' bloody murder against their own people when they know no personal burgulars//
And their friends is at home watching America's Most wondering if America has ever heard of him//
It's like living in the secular with hecklers tryin to wreck it up for the rest of us//
While petulant indescretion is left to corrupt the best of the bunch is left caressin' the punch//
Seemingly long-horn devils are wrong in turn strong in merit in this harmful land and hell hole//
This man is sterile so my hand is heralded as the land of marrow, you need to understand my peril//
Systematic in this simple matter while i assist the drastic, I sit back and watch the system's magic//
Black powder spread on our brothas and sistas is tragic, so I resist while they enlist our black kids//
And our penchant to pench hit for rich kids is bitch shit, precision nomatics known to hover//
Above mourning mothers and brothas, mothafuckas and other lovers stuck at home to cover//
Dead bead dads the government is bludgeonin' with clubs and whips, and no substenace for grub and chips//
The pockets tight like Parasuckos on blubber, I shudder to think the Good Ole boys love ta rub it in//
They're cunning like serpents and perps on the mean streets cleanin' out the weak peeps on purpose//
Now you got the street sweeps tryin' to keep peace but no one ever seems to see relief on the surface//


Uh...a bunch of fucking words....

errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr up

i know you were fucking around with all the multis but it was a pretty good peice actually...ive seen multis much wacker than that...i dont think you can even get as wack as some ive seen unless you actually believe multis are all that matter...you just cant fake that special kind of wackness. but anyways yeah good job maine.

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^^^Well, Im talkin bout kids who get all stary eyed when someone drops multies with no point...


where's the concept?

like

my rap-tactics stand tall as girraffe-asses youre a wack-ass spasmatic ball-lickin ass-faggot
I pass-grasses in my black air maxes..didnt buy shaq-classics theyd still be wackness if you strapped em on backwards

hah...pretty good multis but didnt say a damn thing

didnt mean to freepost just wanted to try my hand at SICK MULTIES DUDE

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yea aiight


uppin

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nice shit

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^^^ nobody likes u....

as for the piece it was good at the start and yea u did fall off and towards the end i aint see multis really and yea multis aint everything i dont know who told u it was and thats why u made the song but yea u prove ya point....

a bounch of words haha.......

nice job thou..........