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So Fresh So Fine, I got a neck that shines
I sleep with no Chains I got Necklace lines...
Try to Give Me your best...man...give me what you got
And I'll give you a test...to give you what I want...
We the Rapverse's 300, carved from lyrical Spartans
We bruisin' you geeks, so keep your ego in the Parkin'
So Red, So High, I'm like Oh My God...
...I'm like Gimme that paper...To smoke my Ganj'
I'm like gimme that paper...Then Give me my Grass
And I'll give you a one way ticket to Give me that Cash

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quick off the top....

explicit lyrical quickenss shakes and shatters those bitter as bitches/
i split ya in an instant dont fuck with this or become a dead witness/
shooting shots at u fast and furious like illegal street races/
the type that havin u runnin holding your chest....i can here your heat beat pacin/
u not ready for the lyrical damage i cause as a savage beast/
sinking u down is easy to do like torpedos against a lavish fleet/
i conquer the weak in a second with methods that digest opposers deep/
place u dead in the shadows turning grey on floors like concrete.......


~1~

drop in tryouts chalk if u wanna join....ive all ready seen your shit though its very good.........~1~

ive been done this a million times... still gonna spit a millon rhymes
cuz dude like u... wouldnt be above dope if you sniff a million lines
done beat up a few gorillas.... am a gat holders.. rob'in a few good dealers
you wouldnt C'. O.z if you was play'in the next hova in a movie thearter
shot i got i'll move you from near us... look'em trying to copy my moves like a mirra
FAGET...i'll burrie you alive then play a concert above it to see if the dead can hear us
300 J.GUNNERS got the block runing... our crew should be call the lyrical bullies BITCH...
CUZ BULLETS I'll BE ONTOP OF YA HEAD... LIKE YOU THROU ON YA HOODIE.... MOTHER FUCKAH..... EZ....

RANSUM HERE FOR YA ALL DAY....
HOLLA AT ME....

300 J.G YA DIG...
either run with us....
or get ran the fuck ova....

ahhh the throw down off the top.....yeahhhhhh


im gonna flip these herbs.....
.....not talkin bout blown smoke to get my enemies served/
more like shooting buffalo for meat if they not a friend to me first/
im thristy for my foes blood so i drink through his arteries as it spruts...
......it bleeds worst/
as i text down lyrical lines....
..... they straight blown your mind....
.....like gernade impacts on ones head/
one more dead... from a run with the feds...
......your luck is up like tearing your 4 leaves to shreds/(4 leaf clover)
im a beast from the head lyrically rip the best/
u couldn't conquer my spirit if u resurrected columbus....
...... to make him stick his hands threw my chest/(think)
the way i eat beef in battles is like cannibalistic individuals do flesh/
whos next to feel the burst of fire calculated accurate threw your vest/
i choose the test to go threw when putting my heart in flows/
u only "hard on the scene" when your role is a "thug in a theater arts show"/
im gonna start to blow fast running with stars and pros/
your rhyming lines false.... the only "bars" u got are the ones around your "window"/
i spit deadly with out having the venom of a boa constrictor/
not selling office equipment like Bill Gates but still plan to get richer/
fortifying my lyrical level longer than Chinas Great Wall/
try your luck in the ring with me.....
i'll have u like "thinkin the world is flat and reaching the end"....
....cause you'll take a "Straight Fall"/(think)
throwing up similes for fun punches or anything metaphorical till i stop/
just bored out my mind placing lines down off the top/........

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quick off the top last one for now......


check it.....

many adversaries in the way trying to take control of my path/
but yall just "small as sand dust" not "big like bolders".....so fighting me u not "bold in attacks"/
i attempt a punch trying get creative unlike half those so called verbally made champs/
the fact is your text flows "aren't delivered properly"....like "sending mail with expired stamps"!/ooowee....
im not a general in the military but i still stradegize my next moves/
u call yourself and emcee?....stop exaggerating cause i can see threw your stretched truth/
i flex on u if u wanna be froggy against what i bring with fire/
u not an emcee more like a "mainstream entertainer".....the way i see u "bling with liers"/
i feel the need to reach with schemes of abilities under my sleeve/
but i wont show yall all my tricks like this an exclusive magic scene/
ask a fiend who will battle me and get torn up like tornados do trailors/
freezing enemies with fire extinguishers and tieing ropes around them haters/


~1~ i'll be back in august!!!!!

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We dominators who eat niggas food like we Yogi/
we all at the top so our throne is never lonely/
300 jg the real, all others' phony/
with lyrics sharp like razors making you leak slowly/
all we need is 2 heads to give you a buck 50/
You just got 300, now who fucking with me/
leave your mama nose sniffly/
take over the game swiftly/
We all spit out green phlegm, yeah we spit it sickly/

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Lets Get It In...


I'll Cock Back This Ruger, Who Want It Wit 300 JG'z...
Leave A Niggaz Whole Medullah Fuckin Leakin Out His Knees...
I'm A Lyrical Assasin, Put Opposition Thru They Misery...
U Kiddin Me, Lyrically Kill A Nigga And Never Show Any Sympathy...
Watch As I Proceed To Engage, Spit In A Rage...
Flippin The Page, Punchlines Straight Splittin Ya Brain...
They Say The Kid Is Spittin Insane, They Suck Cuz All They Writtens The Same...
Well All I Gotta Say Is Good Riddens To Shame...
These Haters Mad, Kuz Aint None Of Them Gettin Wit F@M3...
I'm A Bastard Of The Party, And My First Keystyle Was A Hit...
I'm Spittin Wit Clips, Gettin Da Fifth, They All Suck Aint That A Bitch...
I'm Really Untamable, And Physically Capable...
U Can't Hide From Defeat, Kuz My Words Are Inescapable...

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300 Junior Gunnerz

*~FiNeSt OuT~*

Vote On My Battles...Bitches

Yea-yea-yea...Fuck da Man, I'm Da man...lol

you Want a Freestyle? Nigga Whats a Freestyle
Erratic words on Point,now...Homie thats a Freestyle
If your callin my shots, put me on your speed dial
I got Sharigan Eyes...For you know that I see styles
I dont think when I type, I dont think when I rap
I do this shit on impulse, So I'm thinking on Flash
we have no fear, giving a fuck is not an option here
For you don't need yogi...
...To know That I'm smarter than your average bear
When I come in the scene cheer for me, "Valentino!"
With Short Verses I kill scenes...
...With enough dopeness I could kill you with Needles.

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...ah niccaaa here i come..

Af'ter the last kid i battled..they didn't come much faker
Now they puttin me up....against the next John Mayer?
Can't get much gayer...i'm not a hater...only a player
Come on fool's i'm gonna get paid later...
This a keystyle to the fullest n i'm leaving kids staright gawking
Liek they wanting air more then smoker's long's after jogging...


hahaha...thats it...i'm aight...thats a lil drunk keystyle...stay up

Tha Jurry fo' life ya dig???

-one-

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i smack fools straight off they stool after reading my blows
you could try an act like RAN... but he littlery only Ran when i show
fagget wanna try an beef with 300 J.G, then i slash hes fucking face
duck tape the wound with salt then rip it off an put niddles in its place
my flow fatel to you clowns... punches make you craddle till you down
leaving u disable to sound.. then give you a couple shots like some drunks was around


haha just a little something.... trying to get the rust off an get back to it...

haha get money i i said i said get money yo,
This is ur boy clova knockin ur block off,
knockin ur sox off, jus to see if u will fuckin pop off,
im non stop, its off the top of the dome,
i hold my own, to try to get the thrown,
i no im chosen its all about me,
my life is up in smoke jus like a hit weed,
geeze it get so hard at times, i try this undercover shit,
and i try to unwind,
im in a bind my shit is smoked,
evrytime i try sumthin new i jus choke,
i never shouldve spoke, i hustled to the mutha fuckin thika,
i got jumped into M.O.B.B.M now they call me ngga,
they say im finally on there level,
the level so hard its makin me mellow,
like yellow, i say hello
bak the fuck up for u get squished like jello,
my mind is so tight it pointless to go on,
i could be here all day think of wat could go wrong,
like the if, ands, buts, the yes, no's and maybe's,
this is jus a metaphor im haven my first baby,
am i ready or is it jus sumthin to learn,
i thought i was to young or is it jus sumthin to earn,
now i no its time to make my moves sell mixtapes out of my trunk,
u no wat i do,
try to get my deals and get my paper,
i dont want my baby's momma to be my fuckin hater,
i wanna take care of wat i got,
i do it non-stop, put down evrything fall to my knees,
like i got handcuffed by cops,
put down the weapons,
pic up the mic,
the true battle is within myself from day to night,
quit sellin drugs, i gotta get a hug,
from my baby cumin in cant be a young thug,
he cant be like me i wont let it be,
hopefully im a better father then i ever gotta see,
geeze im goin on like anyone cares,
sittin here in tears jus rippin out my fuckin hair,
i dont meen to stare att lil kids wit families,
im jus tryin to imagine wat im about to be!


I want sum feedbak on this shit i no its not my best jus sumthin i was thinkin and went along wit it the best i could! so if u would jus give me ur info on it!