My moves are surveillanced and watched//
Tapin’ my plots, makin’ sure I'm obeying the cops//
State of my mind got me paid up for crime//
Never going outta state, and sayin’ goodbyes//
Out of fates, I'll say mine is the best//
I'm a soldier with a nine and a vest, die for respect//
Livin’ for honor, my rhymes will affect, rhythms of drama//
Blues for dudes who 32 and live with they mama//
Givin’ they mama a hard time, through hard crimes//
Snatching rolex's like… this is our time//
All kinds of narcotics designed for the market//
Crushed white at a price only the rich can afford it//
I looked twice at the morgue and said, “I'll never be there”//
In this world full of pussies, I'll forever be feared//
Try my heart, the nine'll spark, you'll never breathe air//
Or eat food, that’s the type of shit my heat do//
Entire clips released, you will retire quick//
I admit, I ain’t the only gun with fire spit//
Lie in pits similar to Daniel's lion den//
I let the gun *bucka* in any scuffle I am in//
Keep an ill grip on gat rubbers with steel clips//
E reppin’ D.C. / P.V.C., my revolution is real shit//

That was coo I liked this part right here
Out of fates, I'll say mine is the best//
I'm a soldier with a nine and a vest, die for respect//

^^^^ that right there was whut got me it was coo...holler atcha gurl!!!!!!!

Damn girl... what's up then? Holla at ya boy.

beef aside.. nice shit...
"All kinds of narcotics designed for the market//
Crushed white at a price only the rich can afford it//"

uppin' that bar... seen...

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Thanks for the comments kid, for real. We still battlin', but the beef, ain't there no more. Seein' that you can still put some good comments on my shit, speaks a lot. Good lookin'...

damn right we still battlin'... I'm thinkin' it's gonna be a good one..

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Hey kid, my thread is up in the Front Lines for our battle... I went over the 30 line max, but you know how it goes, once you on fire, you can't put it out. So, do what you gotta do kid.

hmm, i dunno, i couldnt catch the rhythm to this piece and some of the bars just didnt rhymne

All kinds of narcotics designed for the market//
Crushed white at a price only the rich can afford it//

I looked twice at the morgue and said, “I'll never be there”//
In this world full of pussies, I'll forever be feared//


nice concept but verbally this needs a little work.

Keep uppin' this thread...

I don't know what 6 feet's talkin'... those were some of the hypest lines... yo enig, PM me I gotta talk to ya...

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dude I was feelin this shit too

Entire clips released, you will retire quick//
I admit, I ain’t the only gun with fire spit//

that was hot
my bad about the mix up with ur name and
my rhyme, I meant no direspect by it

holla