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03-14-2003, 10:06 AM
bro, you got one thing right, WHO CARES,
your a nobody, a nothing, like a wolf i be huff-puff-huffing, blow your house down, can't you remember, i have the crown, you must have amnesia, my skills they will leave-ya, flat on you back, with yo' sword up your crack, prepare for my next attack, i'ma leave you bruised and black, lay you out on a train track, my name is Raian you wont forget it, 'cos if you do you will regret it, i'll see you in hell, right at the gate, when they serve me your head on a plate. Peace bro. |
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Location: Soul City
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03-14-2003, 10:26 AM
prepare for the next?...son, i aint even know you threw the 1st//
Who cares? YOU! shit, you been preparin since birth// Forget what?...damn, i forgot, musta been the way you dispersed// those forgettable rhymes, shit went from bad to even worse// dont keep breathin my way, get the air in your lungs reversed// MC Huff Puff-Gettin Stuffed in His Cunt Ruff, enough// of the sheep in wolf's clothing, yo I'm MC Blowin you House Up// the only shit i regret is readin your last post// because i wasted 30 seconds when i coulda been killin this roach...... Be careful yo, dont approach..... J/K.....peace fam... |
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Posts: 115 Join Date: Mar 2003
Location: Australia
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03-14-2003, 10:37 AM
don't worry about my 'forgettable' rhymes,
'cos tomorrow you'll read about 'em in the times, after that you f**k'n fairy, read about yo'self on the obituary, my rhymes be bad fo' yo' health, i'll hand you the shotgun you can blast yourself, the way i dispersed?, only to get you your herse, i'll drive you to your funeral procession, you didn't learn your lesson, with Raian your messin, your digging your own grave, i wash over you with this second wave, you wern't prepared for this onslaught, you aren't easily taught, i'll have you hung drawn and quatered, before you are slaughtered. no beef bro. i'm bored. peace. |
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Posts: 183 Join Date: Jan 2003
Location: Wollongong (1hr South of Sydney)
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03-14-2003, 10:53 AM
Forgettable indeed, u got me in sucession...again/
read ya in the times tossed the paper, so re-send/ boy u couldn't rhyme, with an 'ation' tutor/* herse? nah u got a purse, hand it to ya mother i't suit-her/ raian the only thing thats messin is ur rappin appeal/ ill take u like a joke talkin mcdonalds n happy meals/ fuck ya wave, boy i hit tornados with tnamis/ while im mackin dozens ur dealin palmies/** ur onslaughts been stopped, and then chopped/ cause boy consider me a cleaner cause hell u been mopped/ been rung, torn then deported/*** click stop an rewind, ya burnins been recorded/ =) for all u idiots *ation u can rhyme alot of words with ation endings **palmies as in masturbating ***playin on ya dilvery peace |
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LET THE MUSIC MOVE YOUR SOUL. ~Aint No Stoppin Me- No One Does It Better~ IT'Z ALL BOUT THE MOVEMENT! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ |
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to raian -
03-14-2003, 10:54 AM
its all peace.....
logically speaking, i cant read about myself// if im already dead, fool, and yea your rhymes bad for my health// they just makin me sick, cover your mouth, you got a bad case of wackness// you keep spittin all around me, yo i dont wanna catch it// like lighters son Im matchless, you justa wannabe has-been// you couldnt ice me wit aspen surrounding your best backspin// i surf any wave you display, whether its the second or third// or 4th 5th and beyond plus 20 on any word you serve// fuck it, i'll even let you retype your best pre-written// wit eminem on your side, reply and throw grenades your shit// your azz still come up missin..... |
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Location: Killadelphia, Pennsylvania
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nothing but peace -
03-14-2003, 11:10 AM
i comin out after bbot i/self-my-fist plus my words will damage ya health-live in street stealth-steal to increase wealth-first i'll steal ya heart-sell it for 99 cent at the k-mart-don't even try to start, just hurry up finish-cause up against me your whole style will diminish-i'm the linguist, wit an unban twist/battle me i'self at your own risk/get discredited, ask anyone your rhymes need to be edited/get beheaded wit-one line i rip and from your cranium your blood i sip
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GoDDi Of New-Phex
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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wut? u sum kinda vampire?/ juss like a tru gangsta ima bust yo ass like a flat tire/ then hang yo head on a highwire/ and if i feel lucky...then ill light yo body on fire/ now u trippin callin me a punk ass liar/ im still sik wit it wearin proper attire...
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03-14-2003, 02:45 PM
your proper attire's wit half shirts, short dresses and shit//
every time i spit lines i get arrested and shit// you come up in this room wit fake impressions and shit// tru gangsta? 50 cent wanksta, you need to learn your lessons and shit// before you spit that bullshit, think you aggressive and shit?// im bored as hell right now, still causin a wreck in your shit// as for flobo wit robo flow, fuck around wit this pro? no// youre sold, so keep walkin or get put in a chokehold// right in front of your girl, watch how i pick her up from the hoe-stroll// and for free she gives it up, even paid for the Ho-Jo// know your roll or get the plastic in your fake leg broke yo// remain the same or get changed forever from Flo to Homo..... Peace fam... |
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Location: MueraLand
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03-14-2003, 10:36 PM
oh shiz! bboy I/Self killed, nice spit I/Self
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Past Names: bboy alloy --> Noche Rock --> Ritmo
New Name: Zoinks! http://www.xanga.com/dale_ritmo http://www.myspace.com/ritmo_xl |
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03-14-2003, 11:31 PM
yea nice spit dawg...
and ya avvy is fuckin dalsim! thats ill homie...word up to the mother fuckers that played that shit back in the day... |
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03-14-2003, 11:33 PM
haha, street fighter right?
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Past Names: bboy alloy --> Noche Rock --> Ritmo
New Name: Zoinks! http://www.xanga.com/dale_ritmo http://www.myspace.com/ritmo_xl |
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Location: Killadelphia, Pennsylvania
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03-15-2003, 02:09 AM
how many time u say shit in a verse/ it all sounds the same "is your shit rehersed"/probably, your and your crew ain't stopin me / i'm the kid wit most ghetto proficy/logically i'm topin thee/ give to the poor like the hood on a spree/ i'm not robin, i'll hit u wit a "bat-man" yo cover your bald spot wit a hat man/ you better stop grapp-lin, cause steppin from philly to show yall what happen/ to fake ass thugs who wish they were rappin
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GoDDi Of New-Phex
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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03-15-2003, 03:51 AM
AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
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GoDDi Of New-Phex
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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to fake ass thugs who wish they were rappin -
03-15-2003, 02:05 PM
thugs who wish they were rappin?/ im tearin u up leavin the scraps n'/ im rappin and im only realxin'/ verbal essence given yuh satisfaction'/ i told yall niggas...im wuts happinin'/ like a hacka im tappin'/ in to the tracks n'...
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03-15-2003, 02:15 PM
Puertolombian?which fucking side ya flo is diseased
bitch hang on for the ride and tight to def free bro im with rico shit i gotta pop on my gas mask cuz you round the block and i smell ya stank ass i smoke emcees eat em like rice krispies you gonna stand still?or will ya punk ass die frisky i do hoes like ya mamma so hot theres erosion i took my shit out and saw that i melt the trojan how many fucking packs is that How many of ya whack cracks is that ya rymes worth as much as about if i spat on a rug or a mat trying to diss a thug like that need to go to metaphor school but theyd still probably kick you out the door fool still i continue go continue to diss on the rymes you choke once again the flame has been spit so you smell the smoke Boom. |
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