i feel like im the best there no contest and im a keep going till the death
i wear no vest go out to war stress in hopes god can put me back with my man that rest (R.I.P)
alot dude wanna test but they never have the answer i feel like cancer
now a days i party with guns while i look at hoes who wanna be booty dancer
i take my chances when i sip glasses that hold liquer im old fashion
always ready for the dimes that want quick mashing without the passion
i give complet satitfaction when i brake the oz down to fraction
i gotta keep going and never slow down, i always keep the silencer with no sound
i hold no bound never smile but hold frowns cuz im tierd of dealing with these clowns
all they want is your hard work and money playing me like a dummy
your real crummy for trying to take what i earn from me
thats why i have no heart to those who i feel wasnt around from the start
you can take my man away but never take our freinds and memories apart
thats why i try to stay sharp carry guns and always ready to spark
stay awar from the snitches who talk to norc and just drink bacardi dark
and play ball and be happy im still alive and try to keep hes name alive
i will servive no matter how hard is the strive cuz one day me and death will collide
never be attemptd sueacid i hold to much pride and got a kid to live for
always wanted to make it a rap but now i got more to live for
usta use hoes for cash and ass guraduate on her face then pass it on to the rest of the class
we a group sorda like a trop who we love to shot for what we believe in finally at last
we do what we wanna, think about where we came from and who we lost but we know they really aint no goner
i make these song up for peep to understand who i am and not trying to be
thats why till the death i remember my best friend and cry while i scream hes name I LOVE YOU TEE...
NO FUCKING HOMO.....

R.I.P to my man who passed away due to the crime in NYC BRONX JAROME AVE TRACY TOWERS MOSHUKU PARK WAY 4 TRAIN D TRAIN, BX 1 BX 2 BX 10 BX 28 BUSES....

IM A KEEP SIPING THIS LIQUER FOR YOU MY NIGGA!!!
IM AKEEP REPING YA NAME FOR YOU MY NIGGA!!!!
IM A KEEP LOVING WHAT YOU DID FOR ME WHEN YOU HAD MY BACK WHEN I GOT STAB AND OTHER SO CALLED FRIEND RAN LIKE PUSSY I'LL NEVER FORGET YOU MY NIGGA MY BROTHER FROM ANOTHER MOTHER MY ROLE MODLE MY FAMILY......

T.T.M MISS YOU AND ALWAYS THINK ABOUT YOU...
JURRASIC PARK ENTERTAINMENT GONNA BLOW UP JUST FOR YOU...
WE STILL BLASTIN THOSE MIX TAPE WE MADE BACK IN THE DAYS MY NIGGA WE'LL NEVER LIVE YOU DOWN...

I HOPE YOU PROUD OF US MY NIGG..
I KNOW YOU LOOKING DOWN AT ME I FEEL YOU, I SENSE YOU AROUND....
TILL WE MEET UP AGAIN 1DAY MY NIG.....

T.T.M, DX SUCK IT, JURRASIC PARK ENTERTAINMENT WE HERE.....

hahah...don dissin' me.? i ate niggas that ate niggas like you...check it..




text me, circulating they hip hop apprentices let's see
Cannabarz - top of the line where most of the vets be
It's about time that most of these RV faggots respect C
or the adams apple right in their neck is getting a fresh squeeze
it's kind've funny Don would ever try to direct siege
towards Cannabarz and end up like Christopher Bale in the PRESTIGE!
As far as I'm concerned Don your nothing more than a textcee
whos skills are not even locally recognized by the best G's
Faggot - i could break you apart n leave each bone in your flesh siezed
wind beneath my wings? - you'll be lucky enough to be in the next breeze!!
Rapverse douchbags need their fucking feelings in check please
and stop using my name as an outlet for you to express keys
Cannabarz is hip hops very own version of Gretski
with a hockey stick for any young faggot innit to test these
can will always remain raw,
you wouldn't be "born buzzin" if the doctor who delivered you cut your cord with a chain saw!!
so what you expect bitch? your even worse in this text shit
how am I getting dissed by the 05 version of rexless?
the only time you'd have somthing popping off was leaving
this site and getting a luxury house next to your Ex's...
Ransum critiqued you in pity, you can forfeit still..
or have your Jaw smashed until it's resembling Norbit's grill
It's no question if asked, yack would probably be gay
IN the lobby of some cracked down apartment offering BJ's
your fucking awkward with keys..PRAY! we both have punches
but i got "mines, under control/ minds under control" like a psychic talking to JEAN GRAY!
found this little faggot's body in a hospital decayed because
he tried to sign to interscope and Iovine threw him off of a freeway!!!








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~ Back On My Old Account B!tches ~

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~ Back On My Old Account B!tches ~

You'll live ya darkest times when the kid is sparkin' lines
I got a college graduate flow, yall got kindergarten rhymes
I'm so true, taking it back to hip-hop before '02
when emcees were real, not rapping shit they don't do
Claiming they bust guns, not changing the game's whole view
and when the fans buy their albums, they're so blue
So I came back to save rap, the Jordan of lyricals
if Nas said "Hip Hop Is Dead", guess I'm performin' a miracle
The game now? Rotten to the core of it's physical
I'm just giving it a more glorious visual
There's no more talk about whose important to listen to
I'm back! Faime S, one raw individual.

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The Scholar

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~ Back On My Old Account B!tches ~

a wake up keystyle Diss to cannabars WHY NOT....

these emcee all got the same shit to say... a whole bounch of old punches
shot leave'em in wheel chairs while i brake they mom back an leave'em on cruches
cant no-one touch this and i'll never had my BACK-DOWN.... unless im sleeping
fagets always creeping but they get floord for a ez sweaping
shot i'll fire only time this fool thought about jump'ing off
so all these old fashion diss's are more gay then geting cought hump'in bra's
im stomping hard, gun cock pop'in and smashing ya guard
time for some trashin, like ya pen paper and the rest of ya bars
confess im the god and you just studying my books of elements
all ya verse still i'll be wack if ya paid ya ghost writer with a check from settlement
you wanna be me? but i'll fold ya, you better?.. thought i told ya
with ya hottest cd... im like the cover plus the cd folder... im all ova ya
an remain on the top while all ya so called grateness flop , god-danm
you drop bullshit non-stop but i give you props kid cuz i wouldnt never relize how grate i am
fuck brooklyn and i dont mean jay-z, biggie, or fabolous... aint none of them attack me
i mean cannabars.... the only one who think he's the PRO-ACTIVE that can clear me out like acney (pimples)
bet he wanna do a track...so i wrote a verse and he ran off for the track meet
like sacilion pizza ya better stack chesse, an like ex lovers stop cuming at me
before we blow up and battle,
but i'll have my verse done in minutes he'll never show to battle
so fuck ya snake moves you think that'll leave me rattle, cuz my shot are BY FAR better that'll have the DC SNIPER BAFFLED..... MOTHER FUCKAH....

YOU STUPID PRICK...
KEEP MY NAME OUT YA MOUTH....

i can take it to you in anystyle so lets go to skillz.
(punches/wordplay)
QUOTING CANNABARZ; "don dissin me?...
i ate niggaz asses out that wish they could eat urs out"/
haha, well i see u still hungry cuz you keepin' my name in ur mouth/
i don't flipsides but a jab to the ribs a make ur side flip like freeway/
my lines are punches but i will give you more kicks than eastbay/
put 3 on ur back and the heat on ya chest like d.wade/
and you gonna need more than this month to see me(may)/
(multi's)
see how, even my keystyles, are better than his weak styles/
and he whiles, like i'm a sit back and let this be? how/
this youngin' must be senile, knowin' that this g child/
will push his s*** back worst than weak bile/
movements, who is this. lunatic, thinkin', he'll see me with multi's/
to even see him(me) is costly, shawty, i won but he lost(loss) me/
cuz i don't get it, why this kid just, even would try competin'/
comin' to take this beatin', sucide must be the reason.

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and youngins say that i should dumb down my wordplay/
y'all ball, i just sign lines and let the words play/ DRAMA GANG established 2005MY MUSIC. CONSTANTLY UPDATED!!!!
http://www.soundclick.com/bands/default.cfm?bandID=527460

hahaha...



Now it's time that I eat fakes, until the nerve in my teeth breaks
faster than A&R's putting out a rappers release dates
for petes sake, I could've sworn that I re-routed out each snake
from the garden of eden, but don is under the deep lake
Look Cardyack, I rock mandible tips as soon as the ink drips
So you really wanna battle then Cannabarz will do it for pink slips
your a light weight? both of you faggots attempting to type great
need to read about 100 other verses before getting your might straight
how the hell is ransum stuck in a bright state, you could be
at the same dinner table as me and still wouldn't be able to eat off of MY PLATE!!!
hahah and now cardyack is attempting to a fight c,
but that might be, the reason it sounds like a impression of spike lee!
I shouldve bitch slapped every person who hyped d
and had him go to a school of rap getting tips of writing from ICE-T!
but likely, your garbage so most the people have noted em--
as trash like every other mc's style that you quoted from!-

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you might be nice at flowing but punches lack impact
get back or get stab...watch ransum put hes gut.. on hes kids lap
get bitch slap.. when this prick attack.. i'll rip'em and let'em see if hes limb attach
get crack like them gang rocking blue, u the gas im the lighter theres no need for a match
get hatch little young'in out that shell and get kid-nap like its hes only bail
cuz ransum can tell he got lonely tails, cuz everything he try failes
i'll brake the cell bars with ya skull and leave ya family with permanit scars
think ya hard then.. then i'll run ya ova with tuck's, tanks and even ya bitch car
you get more shots then a friday night at a rich bar
and get broken off like hub cap that hit curves cuz they looking at this star
im close to a champion your shit far, sound they alarm... should of listen to beyonce
cuz no matter what, thinking u'r number 1 and get drop like her veyonce
you in a bad mix, u'll get ate like cabbish for spitting that babish
if ya made it to the studios and radios ya career would have noting establish
im back bitch the beast slash savage get the hunch
cuz you'll brake both ya arms for tossing 1 of those weak ass punch
bring it on, im ready for war like im suacidle
im bring it to my rivle, weather he wrote on jesus book..HELL i'll rip throu the bible
my shit is vidle for your survivle, you wouldnt have a shot holding a riffle
told ya i dont like you, ya verse wouldnt take flight with a sting and a kate to
back on ya old account... fucking i'll put holes on him and let'em count
you like broken axle with undergraduated machanics... cuz ya shit i'll never MOUNT
TO SHIT.... SHUT The Fuck Up Bitch..... i'll rip off ya girls brast shit
so when ya flip i'll just sit and laugh..cuz you suck half as bad... so here HOLD ON TO ONE OF HER TITS
my flow lagit and i can go on for hours... but im done dealing with you cowards
flow dirty cuz they never take showers, you need more then a presedent-seat TO FEEL THE POWER...
YA WEAK FUCK.....

DO WHAT YA DO...
IM READY FOR WAR ITS WHATEVER YA DIG....

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parables parlay-in possible probabilities
articulating as usual oral agility
lyrically loungin at the top, got opponents on edge
some think i'm high, i'm just levitatin off of the ledge
and if i fall, i'm a fly back up or instead,
just say fuck it, and hope that i land on one of y'alls heads

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"I don't want to be deep... I want to feel deep and use that feeling to express depth itself..."
-Konchance

my poetry:
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why am i goin' up against a guy named chip?
cuz when i trip he gone amke like his namesake and dip
before i blow out his salsa
with the mack, and let the bullets burn in his gut like an alsa

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and youngins say that i should dumb down my wordplay/
y'all ball, i just sign lines and let the words play/ DRAMA GANG established 2005MY MUSIC. CONSTANTLY UPDATED!!!!
http://www.soundclick.com/bands/default.cfm?bandID=527460

this guy cannabarz....

he talk shit and writes like he's hand dip in dog-shit
for-fit, cuz the flow water an about to errl on the track like am nausus
cause this bitch talking like he knows something about me
when a bullets is the only thing he'll get up out me...
dout me??..... Then continue bitch.... i never slip
the weather flips, Cuz 'sunny' he gone get wet like clits
i'll pimp this trick and make him work the corner block
i call the shots, and let him permanitly act out a death sceen on the spot
im on the clock you just runing out of time
i shuffle gramz of coke.... an sniff'in my work cant help you think of lines
i put holes in ya brains like after effects of them drugs
you thug? then i'll wire ya... like you want'ed to be bug'ed ( wire for police to hear)
no insect but u'll see slugs,
profile pic in the prisent only time you had a mean mug
im sharp kid.. you flow like water am the shark kid
thats ready for war and'll bang out with the narc kid
no incest but you aint fucking with me brotha
i kept this simple.... like me fucking ya mother
that basic just face it, if i wanted you killed the cops couldnt trace it
ya career i'll erase... it and replace it... with mines.. stranger ya kids with the belt on my waist kid
your loseing ya mind... im fluint with mines...u'r in the past im crusin throu time
i'll put new cl
innine

*ignores wack newbie*

Ransum? back again? what the hell
before you get back on text nigga learn to spell
i told him to get some practice but he back so soon
cannabarz cut you and i'm throwin salt on the wound
i feel bad when i gotta pick on these lil kids
i mean Jay bites, and then you bite his line in your sig?
that's some bullshit, no take that back, that's second hand dick
so you can ride it and suck out the juices til you drown or get sick
i'm an animal on the mic ask around if you doubt me
i'm better than you, now what else you know about me?...

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"I don't want to be deep... I want to feel deep and use that feeling to express depth itself..."
-Konchance

my poetry:
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