a thug on his porch, smokin wit his pant-leg-tucked, throwin gang-sets-up, wants in so his name-gets-fucked//

now hes walkin through, drippin-blue, if he sees red hes clippin- crews, fuckin sluts and sippin-juice//

a couple of years, dont see-fears, tattoed three-tears, blue rag coverin his eyes he cant see-clear, he only sees colors, bitches, and these queers//

twenty nine and he still sellin surpintine, obviously tha ether aint workin-fine, my rhymes straight serachin-minds//

now hes bingin, crack cocaine till he starts syringin, his soul and body need cleansin, too much tension//

did i mention hes fuckin prostitutes, which makes him a lost- dispute, definitley not eligible to constitute//

doin devils-dandruff hes plagued, just a rebel-handcuffed its vague, he found out in a couple of days he had aids.

Very Nice
-all i can say

uppin

aight man that was an ok post, u lost me in what u were sayin in some parts, i dunno thought, it might have just been me, but anyway ur flow fell off a little, ur wordplay and vocab were pretty good, and ur topic and content were both original. keep at it, u got talent man.

peace......

uppin^^^^

oh shit, a topical one... lol...
yo! sup man, yo I liked it...
feeling the concept, I like the downhill spiral thing you talkin' bout here... kinda short, but not really inconclusive...
flow was cool... wordplay was fine...
keep on dropping dawg...

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straight up im bustin tha topicals, thanks for tha replies, uppin.~1~

i jus gotta tell ya that i liked it but it was simple, n u got off tha topic, this wasn't one to stand out but a good piece none tha less, keep droppin...

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