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11-10-2003, 09:16 PM
But not the small ones, we slangin boulders when we rap/
Heavy on backs, interact with tracks and leave two lips with fat gaps// - - Talent when we smack back/ no gats when our flows are flowin/ and yo/ I've seen hotter shit stuck on frozen toilets/ whether ya original or just another phony clone and/ ya all better watch it cause my flows leave holes in/ ya leather chested bitches/ leave ya stiched in stiches/ my attacks hit ya twice like tha Matrix glitches/ don't even play this bitches/ cause once I pop I strike stout/ ya power running down like New York/ it's lights out/ |
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11-11-2003, 11:47 PM
out fa that lottery dough.. want that nasty, watery flow? my shit got it my lips spotted.. diseased n' foul from all the sickness latched to my gums green patch on my tongue.. ain't talkin vinyl, jus scratch what ya sung y'all sound generic, outdated n' weak.. get faded n' beat introducin the new breed: peep the sig stated beneath |
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"My mission is to be more than just a rap musician The elevation of today's generation if I can make them listen" - Tupac |
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11-12-2003, 12:20 AM
y'all sound generic, outdated n' weak.. get faded n' beat
introducin the new breed: peep the sig stated beneath -awe My vengence i'll creep, move seats n bust heat, Elite Mobs of Double D keep it real to mah street, Take lessons n blesson, cockin back smith n wessons, through ya vest' into ya chest'n, just keep on testin, Next weapon, Keep reppin, what block or side ya from, Whose next a kin even back 511, what set you from, If you a G, nigga stay G, dont let the fake rule you out, Speak words, back words u keep up outta ya mouth, If you aint poppin shit, dont claim to be poppin shit, my crew rowdy is fuck, we aint stop reloading clips, back ta tougher shit.. be real wit whatever ya do, Cause if you fake...then just wake, cause you gon find someone realer than you dude, actually hustlin packin that loaded 22, cock back n blast n put 22 up into you.....ya feel me? |
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"In Eyes of ya Enimies You will never look Superior...So I let em hate, Im at the top of the world looking down on you clowns, Making you feel Inferior"
Gimmie The Mic Yo, Hype Flow, Psycho, One Of The Tight Most, In Spiteful Idles, Hand Me A Life Yo, With A Sniper Rifle, And Ima Continue To Make, Rivals, Idle, -Angel |
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11-12-2003, 08:26 PM
cock back n blast n put 22 up into you.....ya feel me? lyric
yo so what the deal be, oh shit a flush straight wit no debate i make ya sense my taste flavor so great ben and jerry couldn't imitate i pack heat like i insulate, not guns but verbal weight pop more shit off than jiffy, so quickly messin wit me and its risky these cats need to chill before i eat em like frisky dis me? ha please ya get smoke like trees cause i come up wit ill shit ya couldn't believe or at least concieve, flobot's not at the battle, and other mc's are relieved don't get me peeved, cause me free's will kill all ya lines in notebooks by mead and yall know what i mean, ya wish to be me in ya dream |
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No ONe Can RElate R.I.P. DIZZY & Grandmom & Berk  Its only impossible until its not To control others is to have power, but to control one's self is to know the way |
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11-13-2003, 04:26 PM
"don't get me peeved, cause me free's will kill all ya lines in notebooks by mead
and yall know what i mean, ya wish to be me in ya dream" - flobotopics cause we're the protagonists of this fist-to-fist / Blister-kissed kunckle sandwhich rap shit / Triple score poinrs like a hattrick, you spit whack shit / Your piss is seeping through ya matress, catch this / Mind-like-water state of waking sleep / Leagues too deep for these fools who'll sow what they reap thus defeat / Flows are weak, your hoes are cheap, I chose to keep those motherfuckers off they toes and feet / Who knows they seat sit the fuck down and don't compete / Explode the beef fuck squash inevitable blood loss / Like Noah when I flow for forty days, you watch the flood wash / No flows wetter, y'all fold like prep sweaters / Fuck barettas, 'cause cats are getting cut like vianettas / A shock to the body and mind of who those that find control of their soul and the means to fly / Thus we bust, set to leave your speakers crushed, in us we trust, Goliath falling in the dust |
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11-15-2003, 02:13 PM
Thus we bust, set to leave your speakers crushed/
in us we trust, Goliath falling in the dust/ and ya'll think that we lust to crush all of these rappers/ I should take a tazer to ya head/ clasp it and zap ya/ clutch the attacker/ drop flows/ while I rush at ya faster/ than a six rapters that don't eat shit/ but punks in a casket/ so listen while I dismiss all ya thoughts on opposition/ I ring more alarms than mars and earth set on collision/ I'm spittin/ and ain't no chance you'll snatch my talent/ and if I wanna be on diet/ I'll just catch a salad/ |
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11-15-2003, 02:37 PM
"so listen while I dismiss all ya thoughts on opposition/
I ring more alarms than mars and earth set on collision/" after the hit shit mcs split like nuke fission/ envision lava burst form the centa(center)fissure/ only cockroaches and tight mcs will survive nuclear winter/ im a winner/ so my lust to crush mcs to dust is enormous/ although we tight lots of asshole bastards ignore us/ time to let our pens speak for us/let em know who we are/ our flows got all the bells and whisles like a maybach car/ |
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11-22-2003, 02:23 PM
our flows got all the bells and whisles like a maybach car-subzero
and within each bar, we blow up like the final life stages of a star i'm outragous when i spar, plus contagious like sars the poor are eatin by the rich like caviar, and now we are .......fightin back so fuck futal attempts, of holding down our rights in the admendments, i was free at time of birth but have not been since, drink too much so when the binge hits, i breath fire but feel regret for my singed lips, but my dicks happy cause it practically lives in clits, rap the speed of light then i'm in times rip like vick i am a prime pick, beat ya wit the long ball plus hard to stick |
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No ONe Can RElate R.I.P. DIZZY & Grandmom & Berk Its only impossible until its not To control others is to have power, but to control one's self is to know the way |
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11-23-2003, 02:04 PM
like vick i am a prime pick, beat ya wit the long ball plus hard to stick - - Flobo
my powers hard to harness/ beat ya down wit my hard wrist/ the tar is/ what ya feeling after my scarred fist/ touch ya fucking teeth/ painting blood like an artist/ I tend to start shit/ my spits'll leave ya jawless/ so check this flawless rap artist/ ready to bust/ like nuclear charts with red alert/ you best just/ run and adjust/ wit hits/ but one ain't enough/ my flow towers over yours/ like a sun in tha dusk/ |
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11-23-2003, 03:17 PM
my flow towers over yours/ like a sun in tha dusk/
__________________ but smoke from the sun oxidize the rhyme to rust the sun to tha shine the words - I don't even trust in memory of me cuz you can rest at ease cuz that towering words don't mean nothin to me the words on the wall mean nothing at all from the realm of the mental your tower will fall rays from the sun will be the dragons I slay I'm vesuvius breaking its top and you are pompeii so what if I stress less than five foot six I'm quicksand to a building who stretches heavens tricks then a madd hatter whos somewhat less than best than a mad hater who doesn't confess they are under duress then watch el edificio bow down before me oranges and pinks the sunset ignores me????? like a slit wrist watching the horrors before me the basement walls flooding as we watch it crumble the gods yes thats me lets out out thunder with a humble reply said the lighting as it tore through the your serene the sun f***ed the ocean and on its face it did cream |
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11-23-2003, 11:41 PM
"reply said the lighting as it tore through the your serene
the sun f***ed the ocean and on its face it did cream" These fiends split hearts and spleens groping for greens Grow mean not staying clean turned to material machines Hit scenes to spend doh and ya think it's gonna end? no Fallin' off the lifestyles and catching the decrescendo Flexing dollar signs while minds fueling on alcoholic enzymes Needles to flesh, limbs turn feeble at best when it's end time Ten dimes into addiction while body tearing soul in bitter confliction Friends left in friction, aim and purpose lost in the diction Fixin' eyes on the prize loading hour drudery on backs Addin' degrees to racks with paper stacks is our nack Caged pain and longing drags on dreariness in our dudgeons Layered over with innumerable notions and false assumptions Trapped without a trick door with darkness quaking off the ricter Drowned in dead cliches and metaphors coming without a victor Quicksand impressions swallowing wayward successions Messin' with memory while the sensory's murdering lessons |
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11-27-2003, 03:51 PM
Quicksand impressions swallowing wayward successions
Messin' with memory while the sensory's murdering lessons - - InfinitE burning with essence and presence/ the flow will wash minds/ through time/ we keep focus on the same old signs/ we bind our energy/ to the Gods of the rap/ harbor a smack/ and run opposite this shotgun attack/ blastin cats till that wackness flows through ya crushed gaps/ of skin bone and flesh wit death urging ya backs/ hurting in mass/ study up and pass this test/ cause you'll need top knowledge to live this clash wit death/ |
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11-28-2003, 04:32 AM
no taller than knee high, 3 eyes, ya regualr human from space Alienated advocate... pushin fa peace wit the muzzle released when my album flushes the streets, its sumtih you'll have to get start savin ya 12 bucks, plus shippin & handlin, u shell nuts.. n' if u don't cop wut i make, i'll send ya to hell, n' hell sucks now i'm jus ramblin, not even mindin my biz.. my rhymin is his.. Michael's in the house, grimey wit kids rapin u bitches.. i jus went from Michael to Kobe am i really that ill? bite, recycle n' show me umm, yeah. |
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11-28-2003, 06:32 AM
got the world in the psalms of my hands, my free's pristine, got these emcee's listning, praisin me i never cease amazin g's, i'm precise, like laser beams, i'm "in ya head" like "hazy dreams", i clash with titans, bashin they heads an slashin they necks, then they come dashin with cheques, tshirts an cash ta sign them, just tryin some inners, aint bitin a style, thats science fa sinners, MT, kats be tryin ta pin us, but they depend on our spits, like they reliant on winners.. blah, lost it. peace. |
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11-28-2003, 09:14 PM
just tryin some inners, aint bitin a style, thats science fa sinners,
MT, kats be tryin ta pin us, but they depend on our spits, like they reliant on winners.. - - Mode my rhymes will hinder any these cats trying to pin us/ ya need ta take some shine to ya lines/ the way you spit dust/ I'm static on the mic with forms of data screening ya brain/ the track and me make hype/ like ex weed and cocaine/ and I'm a form of a drug unknown to mankind and looser/ than high porn stars staring in widescreen palooza's/ and when ya kop my track it's possible to O.D./ over the beat/ voice/ and styles that flow inside me/ |
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