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some kids think they cool cuz they be smokin that dank
well i say you'd be cooler if you were smokin that crank or injecting it like me right into the bloodstream the illist motherfucka alive since the A-team i gets that steam from the speed in my icecream and why buy nice things when i can buy meth a desire to get wired cant tell my right from my left but i'll still be able to slice ya from ya chin to ya cleft and i aint a failure just cause i live in a trailer i got fat packs of crank that i'm planning to savor so i try to hit up my boy john from up town lost his job last year hes still on the rebound i pimps out my pinto from nineteen ninety three rockin spinners that really spin three sixty degrees no matter how thrifty the keys the bitches agree more meth is way better than a college degree why the fuck spend thousands on bullshit tuition when i can make my meth dreams come into fruition i cooks that shit in the room i keeps my kids the golden rule of my trailer is "don't open that lid" my cooker burns hotter than the fire i spit i like to stay up for days doing illogical shit and i know that i reek but its that high that i seek and you'll see how fly i am when i begin to tweak my actions repetitive and beyond my control but i likes it like that cause thats how meth-heads roll |
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Aye...lemme jump in here. --keystyle to the beat from lil wayne's - shooter--
Got more dough then pizza spots... so ya know that I keep it hot... leave ya spot restin in piss... just call me TEachAlot! you fiends rise fa' rock... eyes slight like some Hawks... always bombin - always longin... the way you all Dive A Lot! Ya Know This Awsome... Ya Can See That Im Flossin... Cause Im Bright White - Light Mics...Just WATCH WHEN IM TALKIN! So What Now? Whos Up? Next Cat? Clues Up... -No One- Beat Me Here...The Matrix Cant ConFuse Us~!!! Last edited by Center : 04-03-2008 at 09:22 AM. |
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you think that shits gonna help you freestyle better? cause that shit aint, and neither will lil' wayne i'll be up on cocaine and yo ass will get slain i'll bust out my ak and use it for melee bust in yo jaw and rob yo ass like its pay day i switch rhymes every line cause im hyped on the crack rock N!GGA YOU BETTA RUN CAUSE I BUST OUT THE CAPS LOCK |
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None got guns, just tooling around an lookin for da funds to get blitzed eyes from the heavy shit, fucking tricks gettin' mad played by dirty ass hoochies fire 3 in her koochie for dat 1/2 rock of yella'. Ain't no bitch I sip tonic, and blow chronic to earn my stella. I'm fresh style, king of the black mile, keepin' punks in order, cause loose lips bring shell tips, so if *****'s don't wanna get flat line get the fuck out the way as squeeze the trigga of my nine. Leave'm dead, birds eat'm faster than bread, decomposed on the side of the road, police follow da code, and pretend they don't see it. If you ain't from the hood, don't claim, if you is, got fanatic crazy shit like Mr.Game&Watch so don't let them put you in the ground like like sambo da clown. Aww now, sit the fuck down before I bust you like tommy bust on pammy, big dicks strangle fat chicks and all the others. Hittin' it up for the slain brothers, livin' og in the bc-bo connect, free from feeling, take to the streets for dealin' and stealing and the cycle continues......Damn haven't wrote a freestyle in a while. Any good?
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Those last few bars are from a JUMP OFF battle. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cprKlQ7Qw4Q 1:31 called out. You didnt even steal it right -- its 'END the hype' |
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oh snap toking toker yo ass got called out my shit is all clout kill ya like nuclear fallout what i drop is heavy make ya trip yo balls out i get mad faith when you just get all doubt can't even steal rhymes right n!gga get yo mind right just keep on low rollin' and sell yo dimes aight?
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im cool with the way y'all rap
i tip my hat education's on my mind we're runnin outta time i spit fast itsablast but your rhyme and mine share a common line i feel the need to plant a seed and after ima (you guessed it) smoke some weed i say we put down the battle axe against eachother, we brothers in a war on drugs its the people in higher places who are the thugs if they were gone we could show love not that i believe in anyone above i wont change my tune i thought i'd just pick up a spoon and spin the sauce the governments been caught importing, and supporting the movement of drug and now im the thug lock us up, swallow the key you'll see no more of me she packed it in her kuch and now im deuce |
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these cats so simple, my styles too diverse
i disperse sick words n put you nerds in a herse ive had a gift since birth spit sick till it hurts its deezy motherfucker straight rulin this earth straight cooolin ya hurd, with plenty drank, pack a kools n a zone of dank herb
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diverse is the word
that you use to explain the raps that you cant have eliminated, faded simple it was to erase you, 'cause you ruled this earth with the words that you heard lil wayne's fame is your claim and he's the wackest in your game, of material raps im waitin to hear back... |
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lil wayne's fame is my claim?
what the fuck you smokin mayne? its dzk n i came with sick game that i kick at you lames cuz you oh so plain im afraid i cant refrain from blowin out ya brains with the verbal gauge spray let em lay in the pavement who the fuck are you with your lil wayne statement that shit dont even make sense cuzz when i run up on you you there aint gonna be much left bruuhh how the fuck you gonna step to me its deezy, the ruler of the m-i-c and i be the g holdin oz's yellin bitch please i leave you deceased rest in peace you dirty flea
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your resolution
is missing the point of my lesson i spit, and all you got is your smif n wessun? at neckbreaking speed i take the lead to eliminate foes you, you know? crack rock steady, your petty attempt to regurgitate the hate, you cant relate. leave your ass roastin, like a gyro i step off, over to cairo a world made of steel in which i peel the phony foes, off the floor knock on your door i came to hear you emcee mother said 'i dont know where he be' your avoiding me i thought you understood, why you wear that hood? could it be the egocentric, anti-eclectic garbage talking, always mocking, deezy, is juss tryin to be weezy? who knows, we'll see... |
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In the land a the grass, I roll the phatest blunts/
spit nitro - insightful - Im Gold, Make some Fronts/ Everlastin - I blast past you Fake Fucks/ Rappin - U actin...just applyin some MakeUp/ Break Ups...is how I Bag Out my Herbal/ Got more O's then Gerbils, runnin Circles/ Hurtful....when It comes Spittin Hot Shit/ Dot the Lines, but remain MicroScopic/ Lob Fists...N Hit Quick, Dont Try This/ I Throw Blows - N Fold Foes Defiance/ |
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snatch that flame from u to light my blunt and get higher aint never comin down from my trip in the clouds im like an ac-130 just circlin around looking for my target, glowing on the ground loading up the 50cal prepared to mow u down infrared camera for the quick acquisition murder an entire town quicker than the inquisition like the plague i strike fear by word of mouth then come around back knock everyone down i hit harder than a surprise al'qaeda attack and harder than a dutchmaster blunt laced with crack leave u like woah man what the fuck was that? hop outta your birthday cake im sprayin my gat screamin out loud "how the fuck you like that?" spin around and finish the rest off with the AK u aint gettin outta here alive, so kneel n' start to pray reading your rhymes made me chuckle, it made my day am i a genius or am i just insane being thrown in loops by my own brain gerbils runnin in circles carryin o's? not the ones i know, must be cheerios im big time and im flippin pounds not ounces make more money than real estate sellin houses sit back smoke blunts and im loungin constantly blazed smokin the haze with my close bro's exactly how deep the rabbit hole goes only the good lord knows the full extent of my humanity spit crazy raps like sheer insanity Last edited by city4eva204 : 04-08-2008 at 07:09 AM. |
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