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07-06-05, 12:24 AM
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Middle Weight
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Rhyming Olympics
IP:
....diz 1 here is just 4 flexin' skills & styles, so just read da words & vibe wit me....
Payn ya'll domesticated rapperz not fully experienced 2 endure... tha manisfestation...lyrical non-deliberation, death we ensure... ultimate emceez, we attack in packz like cannibal wolves out fa prey... devour foes...wit sudden blows...that enforces tha horror of our name... G.S., Grave Symmetrical...scriptz beyond spitz of original... format,...knockin ya *Man'z Hood* like *Disapearin Testiclez*... Grim Sinister...tha Disciplez of Sickness wit strength of Mass proportionz... higher Calibre flows above male & SHEMC'z...we cause battle grounds 2 suffer *Convulsionz*... like *Epileptical Situationz*...our lyrical allocationz haste... u *Dicks* and *Pussies* into lyrical *Segregationz* like ya'll faggotz were *Chaste*... ya rhymes are a *Waste* like *Trash Worthy Articles Being Dispersed*... *Non-Recycleable* so obviously itz meant u possess A WORTHLESS VERSE.. ever since i was ~growin up~ cats been sick.. ~throwin up~
so i ~flow in cuts~ ~show you what~ so ya ~know whats up~ its ~aca and kon~ ~droppin funds~ cause we true ~boxin dons~ g'd up in ~socks and con's~, leave em all ~dropped on lawns~ we got you ~bowin some~ cause we show you ~how its done~ we ~clown for fun~ ~down to gun~ 2 shots enter ~now as one~ my ~whit is tweeked~ ya ~chick on meat~ give her ~dick for cheap~ i'll ~spit the beat~ then ~get the heat~ before i ~hit the street~ we got the ~best threads~ the type of flow that ~stress heads~ leave ya ~chest bled~ if ya ~test lead~ the shit ya ~vest dread~ my ~rate is dope~ so im ~takin votes~ glock ~portrayin smoke~ drop ~weight on folks~ ~fakes say nope~ until they ~layin soaked~ ~test me man~ ya ~flesh get tan~ crush ya ass like a ~pepsi can~ we ~reppin cam~ ~best we can~ KILLIN fakes that ~step to fam~ and now you haters riding our dick like your ~ass got a saddle~ it's not our fault we've KO'd more ~cats than you've battled~ We march through the mud and the darkness, leavin blood on the carcass After aimin and placin a slug where the heart is I put my trust in the heartless, and blow the trench smoke ejects From the roastin flesh, bones poke and stretch through the wounds of broken necks Blood rushes from my open chest, and spreads fast hinderin my movement like bear traps We bare wrath and share gats, while bazookas bring down the pilots in their aircraft Behind enemy lines we trespass, swingin bayonets to chop heads We drop lead, puncturing lungs to stop breath, fightin till the last man in our team is shot dead I watched scared, medics mending slits when their men were hit After we squeezed triggers till we emptied clips once the mission is set we’re grippin the tech Projectiles rippin the flesh of enemies many scenes and visions of death Soldiers never given a rest, we move with strong forces Our short orders, were to scorch and litter the grounds with torn corpses I saw horrors, I didn’t believe vivid as dreams Done to ensure our children and teens can grow up livin in peace I’ve lost emotions and my memory’s blank Bombin foes till their energy sank, sendin missiles through the sides of enemy tanks War combines hate and tragedy, bullets and shrapnel chasin after me I’m facin apathy but still willin to die for my troops on the battlefields And I’ll never forget the day I flew home And my true hope, is that my deeds will never be engraved on my tombstone
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