u could be a 'pyroteknik' and still not hand-out fire/
and whoever told u u was ill gimme they numba so i can call em a 'Lier'///

I seriously can't think of anything to write about Omega,
But one thing I will say is, he's as wack as the Dreamcast by Sega

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haha, just playin dogg

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yo u got skillz but yo levels on a 'Mead'ium//
u couldnt 'rise' above me if u overdosed on 'helium'///


sall good homie

Im sick of the noise... shadow? the spitter is moist
Shit, i could get the phone number of the bitch in his voice

haha, i heard one about " boogie man " in a battle rhyme by Masta Ace

" Yea i heard of the boogie man, when i was a YOUTH.. SCARY/ Then i found that he was as fake as the TOOTH FAIRY "

but that is not my punchline, i will come up with something else


Fightin shadows and boogiemen is like PUNCHIN THE MYST
How am i supposed to be afraid of something that DOESNT EXIST

hey dragon, lokin' at ya avator i can tell that u gay/
u wanna find somethin dope to say,mothafucka i suggest that u pray.

this is it now you gettin' shut down

you couldn't spit fire if you was burnin up from da inside out/
and you did i'll play the fd and put dat shit out/ cause nigga i'm dsgb and we don't play/especially wit niggas who is gay

don't choke and invoke my wrath/
your rhymes stink so bad you need to go take a bath

roux:

Yo dog dont /bark, u sream when ur alone in the dark
it looks like u got a 2 foot nothing Dart, and it aint drop 2 foot for awhile so sux it up chump/

free poster...
do you even speak english? pobably not
your shit is as cold as mine is hot
i'm sick like snot from a runny nose
your shits like water comin out of a hose, broken toes and busted eardrums, listen freepost while i shift the gisms
fresh like coffee when i come correct
get a dictionary and a new set of specs

breath nigga...


here i come


i stnad here lookin down upon ur /shadow, u thinking whos watchin me from the window/
above ur dead ass carkiss,u gonna c alot of NYPD,lookin for clues
but known im flowin a 8 mile,freestlye,leaven u in the guter solo/,
when im done with u man u gonna be gone like jayz and his blue
print cd album, u aint a pure emcee, u wanna be dead scrair crow
i'll flow my show over to the shore, walkin upon the death row
where i flow, u bitch down, u go wow, u know im just the G-I joe
leaven u in intine, but mustly blind, u packaged up toi
we dont have time to waste a upon "toys ur'ous" product
i'll duc tap ur mouth shut,leave ur slut out on the street to get cut
form the bums, who loves fresh meat, u wont meat the standerd of living now soo just take ur ass back to the super market//