I ~Expect-the-Most~, and ~Express-The-Most~,
You dont like my rules?...I Get-Teck-and-Roast//
but if you get to know me, Im iight Personally
get on my bad side, I get agressive Verbally, I murder-B's
So im pretty sure you Hearda me

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http://www.soundclick.com/yungfranchize

Me(Young Franchize) and Phenom are puttin' together an E.P for ya'll make sure you check that out...Out Soon

all these new cats wit all theses suppost to be facts about the crack game //
well shots ring out on blocks for a hood name//
a good way to be ploted on top //
just ceep moveing things and take over the blocks//
take over the grounds and the rounds yurs//
pound ta pound the wickedist kicked shit is rippen after a blure //
of visuos of clashions of rap gods //
biggy ron d mc and pac//

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ill verbaly is my real rap name that or ill vivid if you dont get it then you illitrate these are the battle im currtly in vote and all do the same halla 1.


my open mic as of now check it rate it late
my thoughts
last nights happing

lol,,...^ooook...
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well fidel, shakes, distilled, cali, red, spek n jack.....
ya'll keepin tc alive.. i knew you would, thats a fact
vinci's back, for how long i dunno but hey its all good
cuz maybe one day ill roll through your neighbourhood
ya neck of the woods.? naw, my concretes understood
im pretty much finished with this site for good.....
but im just leaving this...key, to show ya what not to write like
you've seen me drop solid shit... but now i gotta go find the right mic
pondered shit for a while, but im done my writing days are through
but its koo, cuz dv8, daz, n rackam merked more then a fair few
i guess when you peak with something you like
you look back blank, but ill always memba my crew n site
had a good run..... fam, thanx for the mutual respect
daz will always be a threat, n yes a respected vet....
n to all that know me, this aint shit
but now i must go... n murder another bitch..
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pc rv, solo, good luck on that battle
cuz we both kno, it really doesnt matter
fi-del, headgames, spek, red pc, "dont drop off"lol
hmm, time to move on, the net is permanently shut off....
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"if you left feedback on my open mics"n expect shit back
srry, im done leavin feed, cuz i can guarentee, u prolly wack
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much respect to all my canuck'ians
and the real fam...you kno who you are...[thumbswaythefuckup]

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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...!

i stay alive like the beegees
mount ya girl like fiji
sippin margaritas while chillin in tahiti
schemes brewin like breezly
im fluent its easy
killin suckers wit a three piece
and makin ya knees weak
please cease wit cheap speak
im calm, dont mistake it for "hes meek"
hittin these streets for three weeks
to peep leaks, murder them, herd em in,
so the cheeb reeks the nighttime air
its fighttime here, merkin you now would be the right time yeah

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THIS RIGHT HERE HAS BEEN CERTIFIED FOR YEARS......BONAFIDE

all these new cats wit all theses suppose to be facts about the crack game //
well shots ring out on blocks for a hood name//
a good way to be plotted on top //
just keep moving things and take over the blocks//
take over the grounds and the rounds yours//
pound too pound the wickedest kicked shit is ripen after a blur //
of visions of clashing of rap gods //
biggy Pac Ron d mc and prov//
I probably snap spinal cords spontanously torn rips//
Bentley you’re a bitch and you’re a bitch so every one likes watch your gay porn flicks//
Life goes on only if its riten by the hands of jesus//
I stand a man reppin genius out the bible im the next profit homie bleave it//

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ill verbaly is my real rap name that or ill vivid if you dont get it then you illitrate these are the battle im currtly in vote and all do the same halla 1.


my open mic as of now check it rate it late
my thoughts
last nights happing

I was unheard of intell now you beize/its like mortal kombat how im spitten these vocal fatalites with this killa mantality beat ur ass like a street fighter but this is reality/im doing it live get in my way oops another tradjady another one of ur friends and family anonoumisly becoming a cashulty/thinkin ur superman than i got ktptonite wit a shortfuse thats quick to ignite/like dynamit u c me and to you i bring fright shaken and shiveran clinchen ur vest 2 ur chest real tight/Ill take the sks and put a s in ur chest 4 thinkin ur protected like nut in a latex leavin u so faceless haven ur moma wishen b 4 u she would of practiced safe sex

practice ya text, apply ya neck with a pencil n check,
if you can write ya best then speakin ya mind is next....
i find your less thou .. n not nestled into a tech flow
THE rederic knows, compairing me to you is a heck-NO
from monumental to skill far like frames for a continental
its essential, to follow my words but get lost in my mentals
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style switches contend with vile bitches n freinds, but in specifics,
im not criptic,
but ill leave u more confuzed than pre schoolers with hyrogliphics
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post the sender, but the host thinks hes a contender,
but remember i return on those who fall...like december
im cold hearted, and my souls sharpened with remarks in
im dark with sin, exceed padons n fists to spark a win
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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...!

Leave Ya -Six-Feet- Below only da Bonez Shall Remain
steady rippin mics-n-still rockin da ground grain

its a savage'to see da damage'ive done with this verse
lyriks so -hot- n visible-make ya quinch ya thirst

gettin to that point-where there isnt no explanation
just flowin n flowin,droppin sik linez with no hesitation

i lost my temper, now therez no escapin my sensed-vision
im a lyrikist with-Skills-,finished in ma second-division

people know me as ghost,people-kill- to get next-ta-me
u know i shoot-2-kill,so i dont know why u testin-me

im out for now but i advise u to read n learn
readin ma flowz-till ya pupilz will (bleed-n-burn)
(Deucez)~Holla Atcha Boy~ (Deceased)

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Let me introduce myself its j-drastic...
Got it lit, like a matchstick not your average...
Emcee im purely sick with no cure equipped...
Flippin shit like manure, rap druid brewing a fix...
To lure ya bitch, flow soaked in psychedelic trips...
You pathetic misfits just get down and pump ya fists...
Or slit ya wrists, I don’t really give a shit...
As long as you bumpin my disc...
Its gold coast I represent, n im proad to boast...
Coz we flooooww way wetter then most...

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These sorry emcees is starting to get old...
IM SICK... of them trying to be bold...
Your lost in the woods like mold...
Is that plated or is it just fake gold...
You need to realize that you got to take hold...
Because now these lines is coming straight from the heart....
Hope you know that i just began to start...
And these berettas over here aint even began to spark...
Im telling ghost stories like Are You Afraid Of The Dark...
Because the question around here is are you afraid of the nark...
Cant believe i said it... no nigga you fucking read it...
And when the boy ratted me out you know he bled shit...
The ground was covered in that red shit...
Think they call it blood but im not sure...
Just go home bitch... your flows not pure...
All this coming straight off the top like a hat....
Lines are hitting like a bat... maybe even a gat...
We stay with that strap... and we love to make it clap...
Ill give you a round of applause... sure that you'll never forget that...
You cant even see us... we like the predator...
You getting cut out this scence like im a movie editor...
Your girl already let you know you aint the only one she spread-it-for...
Stop saying that your just gona forget-the-whore...
Dont worry im just with her for the sex....
You dont got to worry about making her your ex...

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The Council

the new testamin ft. anxiety (must see)

Bubba Bible Ft. Ajax[/SIZE]

The next time I hear a rhyme spit by illiterates..
Or un-intelligent idiots, rich children of innocents..
I'll just figure its, ignorance, ill advised beligerence..
Systematic defiance, to wise minds set opinions..
Applying writing blessed feats, to many of the best beats..
And then speak to listeners through visionary techniques..
This mysteek on digital rhythem, acting subliminal..
Minimal lyrical mindstate just trynna be criminals..
Inner visuals, could be spiritual or even physical..
Miricals, missing astronomical individuals..

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yo, fuck work for a livin i want dough for free
sell dope to fiends and sell hoes to geeks
who cant get play if they had kid in a basket
but whores dont get respect when the kid is a bastid
its all plastic, like smiles on drunk fuckers
yall scumbaggish like bad dads who punch mothers
i once loved her, but that bitch had to die
i woulda did it but i hit it so i had ta git a hit guy
LET THE SHIT FLY!, i unleash a barrage of feces
ya girl knocks more knobs than arthritis diseased knees
naw, shit im playin, i had that ass too
that right there get under ya skin like a tattoo

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THIS RIGHT HERE HAS BEEN CERTIFIED FOR YEARS......BONAFIDE

Yall dumb crap sells, n if yall dump crack sales…
I’ll leave holes in ya back like a humped back whale…
I crack males wit appetites dat don’t read between da lines…
end up leavin da club n I can see between ya spine…
they treat us fine but cant take more of dis shoutin shit…
u poutin bitch?, I’ll have u knocked out tryna count da licks..
a once or a pound a brick, now dawg u kno dats soundin sick….
start eye gauging, rip ya skin off n make lampshades out of it….
I ain’t counterfit, yall boppin n I’m just attackin da thong….
watch magician play da position of da back of ya mom….

like a 5-10 minute keystyle jus bored holla atcha dawg

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i stay straped bitch, aint afraid 2 Blast shit, its fantastic.....
n drastic how my hollow tips make ya body flip in backflips like gymnastics....

pop u 3 times flat, dawg do u see my gat?...
I'll push ya lid to da side like T.I. Hat......i'll snatch ya earings outcha ears n ya Pawned chains....
fa real im equiped Im a Cavalier like Lebron james.....

Niggas promise to God, den kiss dey Piece Wit Jesus....
Den Leak Some Deep shit, cuz dey Cant keep a Secret..

heres the thing.. your 10 minutes to my one...
is like 2days.. cuz your the 2nd to get sunned..
fucka pun... i got a realistic outlook on spits
n i guess you could say you got insight..of shit
question the fact, im not even trying a tech drop
im just keying.... cuz no thugs text will pop
shiit, damn, fuck.....is the sounds i amagine hearing
aint callin you pussy... but your mascara's smearing...

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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...!
.
.
fake fucks..move on...!