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Lyrical Assassin Who Want It
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the metaphor vs Retrospecktive
IP: 0789 A2E3
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Da kids gettin ill when he spittin out the real Rippin up ya guts & people askin whatz da deal Well i got skills 4 cheap spittin BB'z at Wal*Mart Quick start let the shit dart fall back like a Re-tart(d) Well Self-Glorification is no time for me to be wastin I got a ill flow that'll " CRACK " like the floor while im " ASIAN " The kids gettin off to a weak start let me get right Tight like "chinise" Koochie and high like the light That right the light hit the sky will a ill skilled peperment pie Let it ride while I Turn the "Air" off so i'll fall n die Don't hate that the skill that released was ill Or atleast made you "speed" up and pop a pill They say i aint right in da head for a mixxed kid but when i spit it eminem says thats how i was spittin when i was young sippin some rum he dropped the soap Got done in the buns,its not dat im 2 sick my ego's the size of a cantalope I just gotta let him know whos here for some comedy rap And dont take crap from fat fags who suck Crack the ass of a female may be jiggly indeed but eat shit is nasty London man you need speed 2 more bars and im done cuz i just want a vote Make sure im high so im tieing this rope And the skill level im on is type wack But its easily beat if u take a minute to look at that\/
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I' am here and ready 4 wuteva
 - Retrospecktive  Self-Glorification Battle: The Metaphor vs Retrospecktive |
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IP:
let's do it mayne
eh yo i gotta get this money up/ and if i got real coke im in the fucking crib bagging dummies up/ and you know you cant even stop the hussle/ if i dont like when i see you im stop to knuckle/ and i wont stop til i'm on top to the grove/ eh yo i stay wit '4 burners' like 'the top of the stove'/ and no nigga you cant hustle here this is my block/ 'the 45 hug my ankles' like hightops'/ 'the gauge fits my waist' just like a belt/' and if you pray to the lord you might jus get help/ eh yo the ak 'spit' like 'chew/ my flow so 'fucking sick' if 'i spit youll get the flu'/ and that means dont fuck wit me dog/ i aint trynna hide im on the run and im ducking the law/ mommie a ryder plus she 'cook' the 'cake'/ and she wont snitch even if she got booked up states/ all my niggas running wit 8's and i keep a nine/ you fuck nasty hoes bitch when i sleep wit dimes/ niggas say i grimmie they call me bastard/ when the 'shells rain' like 'storms' u niggas melt down like plastic/ i do this the hood and the love of the grove cuase when my pumps come out u pussies runnig away/ i suggest you quit running your face/ and whys that how the fuck you gonna talk wit a gun in you face/ youll lay low bitch and go to hell/ come through me and my crew and strip ur wrist like show and tell/
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