damn you Daz.... I'll give you a good fight for piece of the month when I post it

^^ who are u...........

long as hell dawg...but it was hella raw...10/10

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uppin..........yo wheres the feedback...!

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i'll play on ya consience, ya contents is complete nonsense
speak of biting, then you fucks flip everyone of my damn concepts
what the fuck, was you high..?
did you think i wouldn't recognize lines that i made
then you come up some bullshit tryna prove that im gay...!
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fake fucks..move on...!

when time ticks in reverse to replay the verse that i spit
i blind shit even though you pussies aint got sight of it
in the time it takes to lose my mind i quickly find its fineness
chained to a tree in my yard you find sanity with kindness
^nice intro... not bad nice inner rhymes and such..

you couldnt smoke this verse even if u tried to pipe this
ya sightless like blind people with shut n seared eyelids
brailin unveils the vision problems of these bitchass goblins pen
that we stick with condoms just to stop the spread of knowledge then
im only screamin in ur ears so i can hear the echos bellow
from a tree of wisdom i watch the mainstream c-walk on bricks of yellow
we up in they crosshairs, they try and Mark us like Camby
stolen ranks get ya colon spanked, want more?, ask ya fam gee..!
^my favorite portion in this book dedicated to The Council

from here to DC ,n from the 'd' to the 'z' i be workin da spots
you wanna battle me?, kid you gettin beat like virgin cocks
heres the mic, im urgin flocks of crews to rock it too
im an unstoppable rise while energized by rocket fuel
im bustin with no cussin some rhymes ya minds lustin
grinds be dustin, you's a machine and im ya major malfunction
^wasn't feelin' much from the start of this lump..

kid keep frontin, i'll be the one to show ur true colors
got the jutters..? i be bustin through like defective rubbers
i stay stoned,grabbin the microphone, i rock it like a gullstone
i aint gone, if its wack dont worry, its the ill ones im strikin on
you've expired, lit like a lighter i spit fire, call me an arsonist
you fools ill grill, my crew is mad ill, we sick like Parkinsons
^ i was really feeling this one.. but after all this typin' i have to take a semi-break..

*To be continued*

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