Let me drop sumthin so i could get my posts up:

This B da fuccn RAM homie repazentin da Bean,
Fuccn Mattapan homie It's da home of G'z,
When chromies sneeze,
God bless you and bring you home,
Jesus is untouchable I'm da heir to his throne,
I'll never die,
Becuz I'll never be forgotten,
My name ringz throughout tha South Side of Brockton,
Throw shots if you want I ain't even a movin target,
I been thru da fist fightsand shoot outs i'm still tickin,
I had murda beef but peep look whos still livin,
I'm a soldia of da street plus a ill nigga.

look look look
I'm da kind of cat dat'll bury u quickly//
If u scandalous and u try 2 gyp//1

E'erewhere i go people like 2 uplift//
But u don't wanna b da only one who 4gets me//2

I'm at drift here//
So much pain but only on da inside will i shed a tear//3

4th bar still goin' and i just can't stop//
I'll put a end 2 u once dat boi shyt pop//4

fuck LK man, them niggihz aint shit yo, we'll do them kats man, furreal though, they think they the shit young, word bond!

Why niggihz wanna hate on my squad/
Not knowing they'll get dumped in the ride/
And fucked up by my squad, reppin LK pride//
We nevah underestimate ourselves, we incredible/
Lyrikally I can spit and reknitt ya sweater fool/
Rhymes is like a sawed off blast fucka baretta dude/
LK comin thru make way, cause we bring more Drama then black women and KaySlay/
And when we come to drop God just cant save yo punkass today//
Cause we runnin this shit like a fuckin leakin faucet/
I burn niggihz in battles then rinse it off, then toss it/
I'wn know about my squad, but i'wn worr bout niggihz that think they flossin/
Cause in the right light, they can get got while we bossin//
Lyrikal Destruktion and I'm out right nah, holla atcha mans if hotter than I///

Out every liquor store, the sickest whores, fall to the quickest war..
man vs. drugs, they battle wit needles that they stick like swords//
into their flesh, to achieve a high like mount olympus..
they need it right, to breathe just fine, and no doubts within em//
a sinners sanction is the fact that noone knows theyre doin wrong..
so smoke fills up in em, til theyve bout become a human bong//
starts losin charm, character and personality become a rarity..
distanced from society, wen injected, to a dream scene momentarily//
it seems routine, for the oldest crack head or fiend, to have a head of steam..
but in the end it doesnt even matter, cuz theyre lead to a deam-//
on and on the cycle repeats itself, with peeps who need sum help..
but cant find it until theyre out for the count, wen their knees are bent//
damn, its so hard to find it, wen sumone is in need of help......

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..notiq..

Listen it's late tomorrow gotta work to put food on my plate
atleast some alcohol in my blood, get her drunk and rape Kate
Making so much money man it's fuckin' hilarious but dammit
Works backbreaking I'm so warn out but I gotta make it
gotta stay real and realise the worlds only what we made it
I'll wake up tomorrow see the opertunity for cash and take it
Goodnight and peace to all the MCs, rappers west to east
North to South, die with nothing else have money atleast

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here it comes. ehm ehm

my backs killin me, maybe because im getin irritated//
there are some wacks on these forums that should be hated//
blatently wannabes, an excuse of a rapper thinks he's all that on the other side of the monitor//
bastards probably wearin specks or even a dictionary thinkin he's a hard muthafucker//
anyway, back in the old days where no internet shit textsyle goes//
real 'freestyles' in street alleys, provokin chokers to hold their verse before they let 'go'//
niggas wid 'afros' spit poison at 'homos' so that 'tomorrow's' 'low-down' gets better with sick 'flow' rhymes//
freestyle's voluntary, you dont get a dime//
only respect and dignity in mind//
thers no point lookn up to those 'bling bling' rappers like '50 cent'//
the real deal happens underground, worshippn fakers is a sin, you should repent//
im done here, enough with my couple o' lines//
maybe someone that reads this understands my mind//
its not just 'rap', its fuckin poetry at its 'finest'//
its in my blood to speak , though i gotta fuckin 'sinus'// ROFLMAO

a bit over the top i thought. oh well.lol

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im a sig maker, pm me if you want a sig, but only for b.r.a.n.c.h s.t.a.t.u.s crew and jam member squad only.

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NEW Myspace

Thats whack, sho nuff, homebiscuit
Three guys discuss as they take a hit
Tossin the bong around the catchers mit
slowly fadin away, remeninising, in a pit

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stay in school

Be chasin this crack money cuz my daughter is hungry,
And puffin my L's,
So I could keep from gettin grumpy,
Drunk till da time flies and pockets are fat,
I done camped out on da block,
Minus tha sleepin bag,
And no tent,
Just a liter bottle of water,
So if cops run up we could swallow what we got on us,
Throw it up or shit it out soon as I get shit back in order,
In da kitchen mixin coke wit bakin soda and water,
On da block high post dish and drive give and go,
Make tha play then on my way dog that's just all,
I handle my bizness like it's a game of basketball.

nigga dont fuck wit me i'll take out ya crew
if u want war squad up and gatha the troops
u need beef u cant come skinny like snoop
cuz im comin hard like shaq to the hoop
i spit with wit and supreme intellect
im so raw...
...even bigfoot cant follow my footsteps

Now i told niggas before
dat da flow hace color (spanish for "it's hot")
niggas don't think i'm real til' i kick down they door
"wave in da 4-4"
have them down on all fours
and u would think my rap name would be "drugs" cuz da flow is so "raw"
and some niggaz on dis site is fallin like they walked in a room wit no floor
and they haven't "affected" anything so wut wuz the "cause?"

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My flow is developing like a polaroid picture/
my "rhyme book" is the "bible" and i'm just "writing" my "scriptures."

ima sucessful runaway
w/ the intent to just sit and stay
no matta where i am
or where im livin at that day
@ first i was lost
but now i am found
@ first i was weak
but now im standin my own ground
duckin around a whole new town
no longer runnin from gun sounds
no longer fearin of my father
of beatin me down
im feelin free, im ready
to fully enjoy my life
now that im away from the problems
im not afraid to begin to strive
look at me
and where im from
also look at where im from
from the ghetto to a trailor
and from that trailor to the slums
i've rapped about the future
and ive rapped about the past
but mostly about my father
and how he used to beat my ass

im'a spit this shit, straight hit this bitch/
chillin in my attic, right next 2 tha semi-automatic/
gonna shoot every nigga walkin up at me/
i'm tha bigga nigga straight trigga nigga/
pull tha trigga out comes a blank, makes u hop like mr.tigga./
this shit aint great, nah not talkin bout frosted flakes./
i'll slice ur throat n spill ya in one of da great lakes./
i'm end dis shit, cuz i wanna read another spit.

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Mentally Stressed, Physically Depressed.

y must i b hated//debated,on which i do//when will dese niggaz get any kind of a clue//dat i do wat i wanna cause i'm still//i'll move in2 da white house if i wanted and nigga dats real//

i kno its shitty....

ayo,im sittin here,thinkin of something to spit
how bout dis chick im tryina date,but she aint havin it
i think its cause the people i chill wit are disrespectful
but shyte its her lost,she'll be feelin regretfull
cause to be honest im really a nice dude
and a freak when you need to get in the mood
im down fo whateva,except that gay shyte
now thats just some shyte i cant fuck wit
other then that im open for all suggestions
alwayz havin an answer for all ya questions
but she wont open up,and let me in
she says dating me is like dating a sin
but yo i dont see where she gets that from
nice dude,fresh clothes,aint hardly a bum
yeah imma hustla,yeah imma cuddler
i'll be ya rican teddy bear,its not fair,im not rushin her
just tryina let her know she lettin a good man go
if i cant have her,den i'll just be chillin solo

lol...just a lil some-some on how i feel bout dis mami im tryina get wit