...WHAT IF...

Check...ROUND 1...Teph vs the world

I got a knife in my hand...mic in my back pocket
standin' on attention.....I'm ready to rock-it.......
flows hypnotic, cant' stop it, If its guns..I cock-it
workin the cock-pit...and when the glock-hit........
you'll be rollin in a wheelchair on some 2pac - shit.
so if 2 glocks-hit, the hollows what you flock-wit'
chasin you down...replacin your crown witta trey-pound
y'all know what i'ma bout, lyrical rout, this is 12 rounds..
this how hell sounds, gasoline boots...my roots are higher..
I'm tap-dancin with the devil, my soul walks on fire...........
burnin like tires...this beatin you recieve, in advance I'm sorry-tho
I dont gotta play nintendo, but i'll make a star out of mario....
I carry-hoe...the fo-fifth, clap at ya 6th...your layed-out
compare your rap pedigree to a jehri curl, DOG YOUR PLAYED-OUT
ya plot lost the lay-out, now shits all fucked up....huh?
I say the kiss of death, so you went n puckerd up bruh..
askin me to smack one on you, this heres crack ....I WARNED YOU
now ya familys catchin a black tux as they Mourn-you....
Lyrically torn-you apart from the very start of your existance..
like cena fans watchin from the top row...
.....................................YOU CANT SEE ME from a distance
so for instance, If i was too take it easy, and give up the rhymes..
maybe y'all would put your wrist away, and make a hit a few times
actin like your lines get you payed, but round here....................
..................those subliminal lines get you sprayed...................
i'ma be like old school gangs on ya ass....and have this warrior MADE.
waste you one by one, stick a ring on ya roses, y'all fall down....
and superman died last year, so who y'all gon' call now?!?!
nigga i aint bart, but you can have a cow, man, with a side order of beef
so the cholesterol eats ya heart even before I start to grit my teeth
and grind on you like we bout to make love, fake thug..........
right now signs up are welcome for the metafo hate-club....
free ass whoopin on subscription...the mics my submission..
now ya teeth under the pillow and my downfalls what your wishin.

Round 2...Here we go, Its A K.O

YO!.................If words could KILL...I'm averagin a body a bar...
if its beef y'all want......... theres air holes in the side of your car
i'm sick of the law, itchin for more..trigger finger gotta chin-chilla..
.................................................. ............too settle the score
viagra filled dick in your whore...I come harder an harder............
beat it up so long, you can say the dick went and scared - her.
she walkin funny, mention my name...........
...............and even ya crews like ''WHO YOU TALKIN TOO DUMMY?!''

'...!!Break It Down Now!!...'
Kid.........I'll flip cocaine on your project steps.................
Ya talkin behind my back and gossip says ''Yo what ya doin thats teph''
''they'll be nothin left if you go and mess with that nigga''
'''and yeah you might have a gun,. but I bet he has one bigger''
I'mma ....6 figga jigga...(haha)....SHIT, WHO AM I KIDDIN??
I'd sell my raps on ebay, and not nobodies Biddin.............
Basically...they all implyn nobody can do me...LIKE ME....
Ask em what the chance of advancin on my turf...'''NAAAAH NOT LIKELY''
Yall may not like - me, but I'm respected, and the flows are tried and tested
Stick ya in cuffs like your arrested...
..DONT..FALL..ASLEEP...Cause ya may not wake up from the rest - kid.
the silent killer, move in the night, choose to fight, there will be Red-Rum
so keep ya eyes open at all times as you lay on that bed - son.
Nope!!!...I'm just fuckin with y'all, nothin but a true rhyme Sayer
I wont buss a gun, Ive had my fun, and you got K.O'd PLAYER!!!!

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danm i gotta say this was fire alot of good rhymes i saw like this:
I got a knife in my hand...mic in my back pocket
standin' on attention.....I'm ready to rock-it.......
flows hypnotic, cant' stop it, If its guns..I cock-it
workin the cock-pit...and when the glock-hit........
you'll be rollin in a wheelchair on some 2pac - shit.
so if 2 glocks-hit, the hollows what you flock-wit'
chasin you down...replacin your crown witta trey-pound
y'all know what i'ma bout, lyrical rout, this is 12 rounds..
this how hell sounds, gasoline boots...my roots are higher..
I'm tap-dancin with the devil, my soul walks on fire...........
burnin like tires...this beatin you recieve, in advance I'm sorry-tho
I dont gotta play nintendo, but i'll make a star out of mario....


that flow is concistent and hard hitting i can hear this on a audio track 4sho
the rest was good as-well i can quote the whole thing since the whole thing was good so if i had to rate this 10-10

Word homeboy, that right there is appreciated ^

dropp a link an i'll rtf...uppin..

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Where the police scream "FREEZE!!"
We scream "Please.....So what?"....
The streets molded us, we've seen the feinds throw up.
yuck........-Grafh

LOL...If you wanna,. you can sig it all, I dont give a daaamn homeboy.

thanks for the feed tho'...uppin this, and leave links for the favor to be returned, G'zz up..

Bump......................

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