run, gunnz.... shoot, and take 'em out//
wheres the funin that, that pian dies out//
musta had doubt, no confidence in ya skill//
far from real, u not big, only cowards kill//
my gramma holds steel, ya need to up ya weight//
let ya fist situate and then rest ya case//
the victor inticipate, the loser goes home//
stories told like spirituals, rematch post-poned//
u claim ya throne, put inwork to become a winner//
conscience of sinners, anyone can pull a trigger//
crowned defender, u left wit a black eye//
no one died, u continue to live ya lives//
theres no prize, defense mechanism abstrosity//
still watchin these shawties use guns improperly//
there has got to be sum real thugs left//
not relyin on smith and wess, global threat//
take away breath, play God at a faster rate//
be a man and use ya hand, like u masturbate//

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Lyrical Rapsody

aight niggas... I want sum feedback on this, so holla holla holla if u want to....

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Lyrical Rapsody

now i'm a newbie, but i kno hot shit wen i see it..... nice drop WillNova..

yo, 'n dose linez, "u claim ya throne, put in work to become a winner" "conscience of sinners, anyone can pull a trigger"..... reall tight!

nice it flowed well... well done.... return da favor wit my open mics...

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really nice flow man

fist fight, when its 1 on 1
but more then that, im grabbin my gun

if i get my ass jumped, im comin back
best belive me, u gon hear that strap

i aint no pistol playa, i dont pull shit for fun
cuz only pussys do that, or act hard cuz a gun

u say any one, can pull that trigga
not everyone has the heart, to be a grave digga

u think u could look, into some bodys eyes
and fire that shit, that makes'em die

not everyone has heart, to do that shit
not everyone has heart, to empty a clip

u could ride past a house, n shoot that tone
knowin clear n well, that his mommas home

i dont think so, if u can u got a heart of frost
cuz me im not the one, thas gon accept a lost

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for all these niggas that say i cant rap, nigga i dont rap any way, i ROBBBBB
-crunchy blac(three 6 mafia)


i get high like the birds and the planes, i get high when bullets hit faces after words are exchanged
-styles p(the lox)

u betta tell yo man wit the gauges im nice, i'll shoot up yo white shirts till yall look like dice
-I 20

good flow...holla at me fo a collabo...nice drop

go look on the feedback..... and sinn, wat are u talkin 'bout I kno kids who shot people, lil ass kids.... i mean if niggas got gunnz, I'm quick to shoot, I kno how it is... I'm straight from the streets, but the whole point is, if nobody was shootin, they nobody need to shoot back

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