CAN IT TYPE IT, YES YA CAN, CANI TYPE IT, YES YA CAN.

WELL LET ME TYPE IT, FOR THE FAM. THAT BE JAMMING IN THE PARTY, THROW UP YA HANDS JAMAICAN THROW UP YA SHOTTY, MY FLOWS ARE RUNNING MY MOUTH IS SNOTTY, I'M FROM THE ROOTS THE MIC SAY BABY YOU GOT ME, CALL ME THE LYRICAL BROTHER MY RHYMES CALL ME PAPI, BECAUSE THEY BORN FROM THE GUTS, MAKING HOMEBOYS RAISE THIER CUTS AND CHICKS SHAKE THEIR BUTTS, BUT ALL I ASK FOR IS AN APPLAUD CAUSE I DON'T ASK FOR MUCH, YEAH CAN GET I GET AT ME BUT I'M HARD TO TOUCH, NO HUGS, NO DAPS, NO POUNDS, AND IF YOU EVER DISREPSPECT YOU'LL SEE ME TURN INTO A THUG WITH A GAT THAT WEIGHS 5 POUNDS. NOW CAN CONTINUE ON TO BUST SIXTEENS ABOUT NOTHING, LIKE NIGGERS ON THE 4TH AND NEW YEARS EVE LATE AT NIGHT CLUTCHING. MY STYLE'S A LITTLE MORE DIFFICULT BECAUSE MY MOCROPHONE HANDLE GETS HOTTER THAN ANY 38 OR FOUR FIFTH, MY THOUGHTS ARE MORE YOUR GIFTS FROM GOD FOR ME TO CREATE THESE RAW HITS, SO CAN I TYPE IT?

CAN I TYPE IT, YES YA CAN, SO CAN I TYPE IT, YES YA CAN, CAN I TYPE IT, YES YA CAN.

COME CHECK ME IN A CYPHER AND GET BITCH SLAPPED WITH AN OPEN MIC THAT'S HOW BATTLES GET CLOSED, IF YOU CHECK MY PROFILE YOU'LL UNDERSTAND WHAT I MEAN BY THOSE AND IF IT'S STILL ABOVE YOUR HEAD THAN I GUESS IT' SUPPOSED, TO BE, AND I STILL DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT THEY COULD WANT FROM LITTLE OLD ME, YOU SEE IT WAS ONE MC AND AFTER ONE MC, AND WHEN I SPIT THEY ALL GET BURNED IN THE 3RD DEGREE. I CAN'T SAY NO NAMES CAUSE I'M NOT A SNITCH, BUT IF ALL OF THEM DIED IT'S BECAUSE MY MIND COMES LOADED WITH A SIXTEEN CLIP, AND ONE IN THE MOUTH, TO SPIT IN THE AIR AND MAKE ALL YA BUMBACLOT RUN A DIFFERENT ROUTE. THEY DENY TO SUBMIT REPLIES SO I RESET THEIR FORM, MY FREESTYLES MAKE CATS MAD MAKE THEM WANT TO GO HOME AND WRITE A SONG, I TYPE FOR FUN AND A LOT OF RAPS ON HERE ARE MADE FOR SOMEBODY TRYING TO GET ON, FOR REALS, I TYPE TO BUILD MY SLILLS, MANY ARE ON HERE TRYING TO GET DEALS, I PROBABLY POPPED THESE TWO VERSES AFTER I POPPED TWO PILLS. BUT NAH CAUSE I DON'T DRUGS NO MORE, USED TO BE THUG HARDCORE NOW I CAN TYPE A RHYME TO HAVE A BUZZ FOR SURE.

CAN I TYPE IT, YES YA CAN, CAN I TYPE IT, YES YA CAN, SO CAN I TYPE IT, YES YA CAN, WELL, LET ME TYPE IT, AGGGRRRRHHHHH!

WTF..this is for audios,...someone close this

heh .. kill yourself IM

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R.I.P.- Epimetheus
Robert L. Rem
1986-2003

RAZZY I'D RATHER KILL YOU AND SHOW YOU WHAT THESE SKILLS DO, YEAH I'M TAKING IT BACK TO 89' BATTLING TO SHOW YOU THE RHYMES CAN DO A MURDER AND MAKE YA CAP PEEL TO. I DON'T VCARE IF THIS AUDIO, WRITTEN, FREESTYLES, OR STRICTLY BUSTING ASS, CAUSE I'M SURE THE WAY YOU SPIT YOU BETTER OFF WITH A 9 TO 5 BECASUE YOU'LL NEVER BE TOUCHING CASH, AND MEAN YOU SEE WHEN I RHYME NO NEED TO CURSE BUT AFTER I'M FINISH I BET YOU'LL BE CUSSIN' FAST. COUNTRY BOY, I DON'T HAVE TO READ YOUR PRIFILE, TO KNOW YOUR STYLE, IS DOGGY, BUT I CAN'T BLAME YOU THE ONLY REASON WHY YOU CAN'T SEE WHAT'S GOING ON BECAUSE I'M HOT AND SMOKING YOUR VISION'S FOGGY. WATH YOUR MOUTH HOMEBOY BEFORE YOUR TONGUE GET CLIPPED, I'LL TEAR THROUGH YOUR WORDS SO QUICK YOUR CREW WOULD START CALLING YOU SON GOT RIPPED, AND YOU DID'NT HEAR I CLOSED THE CAT BEFORE YOU WITH JUST THESE LINES AND PEEPS ON HIS BLOCK ARE SAYING ONE GOT HIT. YA'LL CATS DON'T KNOW ME AND DON'T EVER WANT TO MEET ME. CAUSE WITH A SONG IN THE WRONG SECTION YA'LL STILL COULD'NT BEAT ME. IF I TOLD YA'LL I WAS SPANISH LIKE PUN AND WALKED WITH A LIMP I'LL PROBABLY TURN YOU TWO DUDES BLUE, THERE AIN'T NO RAPPERS IN ST. PETE FLORIDA AND RAZZY THAT INCLUDES YOU. OH WELL I CAN SAY WHY YOU CAN'T SPIT BECAUSE YOUR VOICE IS LIKE YOUR NAME, YO I KNOW ONE WAS A DUMB KID CAUSE THIS SITE SAYS SONGS HE PROBABLY FLEW KITES IN RAIN, I WRITE WHAT I WANT CAUSE I'M NASTY AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW YA'LL BUT I DON'T LIKE YOU LAMES. ONE JUST BE COOL AND STAY COOL CLOSE YA TRAP, I WAS BLESSED TO DO THIS RAP THING IT AIN'T MY FAULT YOUR FLOWS ARE SLACK AND RAZZY SAID HEH "KILL MYSELF" AND CHOSE THE GAT. NOW HOW'S THAT SONG FOR YOU KIDS TO COPY, EVEN WHEN YA'LL YOUR TYPE LINES THEY STILL COME OUT SLOPPY, I'M ONLY WHAT THE GAME BEEN FOR TO CALL ME PAPI, EVERYBIDY WANTS TO BE JOHN GOTTI'S MIXED WITH SOME PABLOS AND SOME ROCKY'S BUT THE ONLY GAME YA'LL KNOW IS HOCKEY. I ROCK ANY ARENA THE WAY I FEEL, WHILE YOU CATS GO TO HIGH SCHOOLS TO FIND SENIORS AND COP A FEEL, WHETHER IT BE GUYS OR GIRLS, AND YA'LL COULD'NT TYPE A SONF IG YA'LL GOT HIGH WITH THE WORLD. PEACE, AND DON'T EVER CORRECT MY STYLE AND WHERE I DISPLAY IT. ONE(FOR REAL)!

Wow .. you are so ill.

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R.I.P.- Epimetheus
Robert L. Rem
1986-2003

shut the fuck up

RAZ B GOT JOKES AND RAH DIGGA GOT JOKES TOO, BUT DON'T YA'LL UNDERSTAND YA'LL AIN'T DOWN WITH A CREW, NO FLIPMODE SQUADS NO B2K'S, AND SINCE IT SEEMS LIKE YOU CATS WANT TO BATTLE THEN YOU MUST GET SPRAYED. YA'LL WANT ME TO MAKE ANOTHER SONG ON THIS PAGE WHERE YOU PUNKS GET DISSED, AND BECAUSE YA'LL SWEATING ME SO HARD TRUST ME I'LL LET YA'LL FEATURE ON THE REMIX. BUT LEAVE ME ALONE AND STOP TYPING ME ONE LINERS, BEFORE I GET MAD AND STOP TYPING THESE FREESTYLES AND START TAKING IT BACK TO THE BINDER. AND RAZZY YOU KEEP REPLYING TO ME EVERYTIME LIKE ONE OF MY CHICKS THAT GET MAD, BUT KID THESE FLOWS ARE BAD IT'S NOT MY FAULT THAT YOU ONLY GOT FLOWS ON A PAD AND A RAG. OH YEAH STEVIE J I'LL LET YOU PRODUCE MY NEXT TRACK I PROMISE STOP BEGGING, BUT FOR NOW I'LL LET YOU KEEP TO YOUR OWN TRACKS AND RUNS JUST LOOK AT YOUR LEGGINS. STEVE YOUR BATTLE RECORD IS O-1 YOU BETTER SHUT UP BEFORE I TAKE YOU OUT THIS GAME FOR GOOD, CAUSE ON YOUR ICON YOU GOT BLING BLING BUT YOUR STYLE SEEMS LIKE WOOD WOOD, AND SINCE YOU GOT SO MUCH YOU BETTER KNOCK ON IT FOR HOPES, LUCK, AND WISHES, BECAUSE I'M DOPE SO HUSH YOU DUMB BITCHES. AND STEVE YOU'RE A DIGGA BUT STOP DIGGING UP RAZZY'S BUTT, CAUSE SEE IF I GIVE YOU A FAT LIP FOR TALKING SMACK YOU MIGHT GET STUCK. FELLAS THIS IS NOT A BATTLE PAGE IT'S JUST FOR SONGS I CAN'T BELIEVE YA, AND RAZZY WOW I'M NOT ILL HOMEBOY I GOT THE FEVER. I'M SICK OF MESSING WITH YOU TIRED LAME CHUMPS, IF YA'LL WANNA BATTLE THEN HOLLA AT ME ON ANOTHER PAGE AND I'LL SHOW YOU HOW I LET MY BRAINS DUMP AND LET MY LYRICS SHOOT AT YOU PUNKS LIKE A 18 GUAGE PUMP. THIS IS THE BENEDICTION TO MY FALSE COMPETITION IN THIS 2 MAN CONGREGATION, NEXT TIME YA'LL WANNA HOLLA LEAVE ME OUT OF IT BECAUSE I'M NOT INTO THAT ANAL PENETRATION. I'M STRICTLY, LYRICALLY SUITED FOR REAL WAR, AND ONLY MY RHYMES AND TIME CAN HEAL SCARS, AND THIS IS MY LAST ATTACK TO YOU HERBS BECAUSE I'M ONLY TRYING TO TOUCH MICS NOT FEEL BARS, SO YA'LL NEED TO STOP WASTING TIME HATING ON MINES GO BACK TO THE BLOCK AND STEAL CARS. YOU CHUMPS ARE GHOSTS!

OH YEAH STEVE THAT'S ONLY TO YOU IF YOU WAS TALKING TO ME, AND IF NOT DISREGARD IT HOMES, I STAY ON A RAMPAGE LIKE EPMD!

OH MY FAULT THIS WHOLE THING WAS STATED FOR SHAKEZ, IT AIN'T NO BIGGIE I'LL POST AGAIN CAUSE SON YOU'RE NOT FADING THE GREAT, WHEN YOU SEE MY LINES THEY PROBABLY TURN YOU ON MAKE YOU WANT TO DATE, BUT HOMEBOY I DON'T PLAY THAT GAY STUNT I'LL LEAVE YOU AT THE BOTTOM OF A LAKE. YOU POSTED 2, 440 RHYMES, YOU MUST AIN'T GOT NOTHING BETTER TO DO WITH YOUR TIME, BUT GO AHEAD STAND IN LINE YOU'LL GET SERVED TOO WITH MY LYRICAL GRIND. YOU'RE FROM ST. PETE KID YOU'RE BOUND TO GET BEAT, YOU'RE NOT NO FREESTYLE KING YOU'RE BETTER OFF AT HOME WRITING ON WHITE SHEETS, YOU BITE MEAT, PLEASE DON'T INVITE THE BEEF, TO YOUR FACE BECAUSE THIS IS A SIRLOIN STEAK, YOU'RE A PUNK LIKE A DAIRY QUEEN MILK SHAKE, AIN'T THAT YOUR NAME, IT SEEMS YOU'RE NEW TO THE GAME, SO TIGHTEN UP SHOES OR CALL THE CORONER, CAUSE I'LL MAKE YOU DO THE HARLEM "SHAKEZ" IN FLORIDA. GETCHA WALK ON LIKE YOU SAY IN YOUR ICON, I SPIT SO MUCH HEAT YOU NROKE CHUMP I'LL GET YOUR LIGHTS ON, AND NEXT TIME YOU HOLLA AT ME IT'S A REAL BATTLE PUNK SO BRING YOUR FIGHT ON. YOU'RE NOT READY YET!

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