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poping bullets of truth, into the-heads-of-these-thugs, he, reckon-he-rough, I'm just, settin-him-up, you in a sticky situation, like you, catching-a-nut yeah im, callin-ya-bluff, you feelin froggy-then-buck, i mean, froggy then leap, off of the beat, its like deshawn-on-lebron, you just cant compete,
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Now all I gotta say to you Wannabe, gonnabe, pussy-eatin’ cocksuckin’ prankstas When the shit jumps off what the fuck you gonna do Damn it feels good to be a gangsta |
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no need for coffee in the morning, in bed i should be snoring
but im up just in time, they say its too early to rhyme as i take a cold shower, in my mind the flows flower i step outside and sneeze, my skin chilled from tha breeze old school i am not, but on foot i will walk to the public bus station, all the fools i be facin said they aint they're waitin, these things im contemplating they dont need respect, no food for thought just the money, and friends they've bought i'm not telling stories and about you, i will not worry as from the stars im creatin snuffleupagus's anti-mythphetamine is fire-breathinnnnnnnnn
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Religion promotes the false ideal that we as human beings are of a greater class than our animal brothers, and sisters. i am against that. For example mammaliformes ("almost mammals") and then mammals existed throughout the reign of the dinosaurs, but could not compete for the large terrestrial vertebrate niches which dinosaurs monopolized. The end-Cretaceous mass extinction removed the non-avian dinosaurs and made it possible for mammals to expand into the large terrestrial vertebrate niches. |
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A snuggleupagus? Damn, I hope you don't have kids, cause of just how fucked up it is. You must be trippin off some serious shit, Smoked too much DMT, got a serious hit, or was it PCP and are you in a serious fit, Go out and get a girl, for some serious clit. Just like you I don't need coffee either, I just smoke some crack thats laced in ether, Wash it down with a bottle of booze, take my daily pills 1 red and 2 blues, Go into the shower, while I smoke a bong, Was gonna sing but I was high so I forgot the song, got out of the shower, did a line of blow, sniffed some iranian uranium, and now I glow. |
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i spit poison bars
that show you that this boys in charge ya styles a mirage lyrically the shit is flawed i come through raw not carin bout who you are cus i got a chainsaw im aimin at ya brains bra don't get me started anyone who want to bring it must be mentally retarded what i'm hearin is garbage step to this and get scarred dig ain't no stoppin it the philly blunt is chocolate it aint nobody droppin it cus i'm one thats choppin it up thats whassup a phatty phillie to my muthafuckin dome best to go and cop another zone chillin high alone cus i was born alone and i die alone so here i am blown feelin like i'm on the throne |
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now watched this fucked-bitch-nit-wit get his shit-spilled my shits-real, they aint no doubt about it, my minds heavily-clouded, my lines heavily powdered, packing the powerful caliber, my bullets will shower-ya ,my flow will devour ya, yeah my-styles a-mirage, you try to hit-i-dodge, you a customa ima hustla flipping bricks-like-pogs, now watch me flip-the-script, make-a-flick, with-ya-chick leave a drip on-her-lips, plus yours moms-and-sis, then let your girl come home and give you a kiss
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Now all I gotta say to you Wannabe, gonnabe, pussy-eatin’ cocksuckin’ prankstas When the shit jumps off what the fuck you gonna do Damn it feels good to be a gangsta |
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i'm ice cube i kill at will you know the drill every pill and every bill you hand it over cus i caught ya sober and i'm in a daze tokin haze smokin potent j's you must be amazed stay tellin stories bout a life of glory that you never led you really slangin white and bangin white mackin hoes and stackin bread? if that's true then i guess i'ma have to back off dude but we're on grasscity so i already know what to do roll up another philly this time it's grape i enjoyed battlin you ill bill it really was great ![]() |
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From deep below the earth is where I dwell,
Put you under a spell, tortured in the chambers of hell, 18 divided by the 3 thats the triple 6, Bloody demon, throat screamin, make the weak slit their wrists, Talkin behind my back, that's some stupid shit, Ludicrous, Upside down cross, stab a n*gga with a crucifix, So many mortal enemies do not know who to diss, The reversed star I stay true to this, Voodoo shit, Causin confusion, bruisin, doob cruisin, enemies losin, Illusions from the fiery pits, Dark satanic fusion, Don't wait till the enemy clues in, grab rusty knife, Cut your wife, Gut your children, Fuck your life, I don't give a fuck, your phony act you better give it up, I'm lookin for a bitch to fuck, Gut, then stitch em up, Two timing, grimy, satanic ritual slimy, Shot a gun, on the run, but you will never find me All of these pussies up to their regular antics, Leave em frantic make em panic with the heat of the Satanic Do not test me, There will not be any less heat, Your pussy rhymes don't affect me, bloody curse technique, Heat of the core, givin a sun burn, Cut the cross with the thunder, 6 feet under, I hunger, for the mortal flesh in the black pit, Gats click, Raps spit, Bounce back like elastic Your gun is plastic, Get your fuckin ass kicked, Bury the sermon, the vermin, form a symbol where the grass gets, Burned, lesson learned, experience earned, In the graves the bodies come alive, but they've only turned These n*ggas soft, I stay hard and play hard, Wake up 6 feet under in tha graveyard |
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Ha, chump you think you're lyrically in check? Well looks more to me, like you're lyrically inept While i'm rhytmically correct, till i'm out of breath Bust flow after flow, till i release the stress And bring respect, from akron to the glaciers A small-city kid who dunks ryhmes like the lakers Do baskets, and i gotta make it a habit I spit more fire than your local crack addict And though i'm neva one to be seeing what a coppa see's I'm riding through this life, with hallucigenic properties The mad hatter ain't got shit on me I slice open that third eye cause all is we Well if this is so, be it quite a contradiction My lyrics are pure science, yours are just fiction And i know too well, you can't be a part of me Cause i'm a lyrical genius, you're a lullabye trainee ayeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
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The D-squad: http://www.myspace.com/dsquaddsquadassasinate In this world that we're living in held together by gravity We are limited to what we hear, smell or see, Touch or taste. With my senses erased, I can open up my face and contemplate space. -MC |
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Hahahahahahaa
Cmon crack rock let the rookie do his thanggg.. Anyone wanna battle ? Holla I flow through niccas like acid I cut flesh wounds like the croc on lake placid You can try to battle me but I'll just ash it, rappin is my passion Like every other alpha male I need my action, don't talk about yourself packin heat Cause for you thats a defeat, I'm tired of niccas talkin like we on the streets cuz You would be duck taped to a seat gettin your ass beat Check out the rap tournament thread
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Whatchu know about me, oh don't you worry bout me, I'm ok money in the bank, livin that simple life homie go catch em livin in the passion nicca smoke ashes Last edited by TokingToker : 05-09-2008 at 06:33 AM. |
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fuck talkin streets these *****z tattle to feds, we could battle instead... just check the technique, and expect the defeat, no re-spect for me? I wont step on-ya feet, Its no sweat to the best, you get checked like chess, andf ya shit aint correct you get wrecked by vets, and im so reck-less, like im whippin' just jets, tell the kid get'em I mangle another victim, flows just sickening, like I kill your brother and hang your mother with'em, then bang your other sista, dont love-her its just pimpin
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Now all I gotta say to you Wannabe, gonnabe, pussy-eatin’ cocksuckin’ prankstas When the shit jumps off what the fuck you gonna do Damn it feels good to be a gangsta |
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All this ramblin bullshit is too much for me
I only know how to rap cause I live near the D Len tried to stop the bum rush But that shit's faded and we are all jaded, We are too high to recognize the fire Burning within our eyes, passion exceeding ability It's killin me man I wish we'd all get along, get together and learn to accept each other...a communal bong Hitting the ambers of long lost time, Well it is our time to extinguish the flames of mediocrity Rebel against an egomaniacal society that is trying to put us in our place, What a waste of time, we know what we want and we are gonna turn out fine Fuck that all shit, I just want the sun to shine
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Take me, I am the drug; Take me, I am hallucinogenic. - Salvador Dali |
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I'm tired of wrecking MC'S that think they're great like frosted flakes You sound like one of them foster fakes.. cmon brotha gimme a break I got mad respect but you need to get in check, you ain't messin with a vet You're messin with a king thats set, I got mad bills and my name written on checks You say your flow is sickening but all I hear is bickering shut the fuck up I'll buy you a diamond ring My flow will fuck you up like liquor and no homie you aint stick my sister That was a draq queen and yeah... (s)he is a mister The next time you see your mother.. just for me.. kiss her And you homie... you can french kiss this clenched fist East side the fuCC^ up ^^^
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Whatchu know about me, oh don't you worry bout me, I'm ok money in the bank, livin that simple life homie go catch em livin in the passion nicca smoke ashes Last edited by TokingToker : 05-10-2008 at 05:54 AM. |
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I'm just gonna kick it so listen everyone in here is bitchin
Cmon true killas no quittin get in the rap tor'ment "Tournment" I wanna see that flow over pour'in Yall fuccin niccas is snorin get up, it's the mour'nin I'm smokin roaches on all my homies porches Fake bitches we carryin the torches No you fuccin cracchead you can't snort this Get outta here nicca deport the coast fish
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Whatchu know about me, oh don't you worry bout me, I'm ok money in the bank, livin that simple life homie go catch em livin in the passion nicca smoke ashes |
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