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This topic was not meant to battle, just post some of your work.
Heaven (Chorus) Is heaven a legend Something for us to believe in Lord can you hear my voice Or do you ignore me by choice Hear so many stories about the man walking on water Tell me where is he now that people are being slaughtered Serial killers running the night Everyone running in fright And the years slipping by so fast People don't even have a chance to gasp Tell me is the bible real Or is it something that the priest sells to buy a meal It speaks of the savior coming back Yet no one knows for a fact (Chorus) God, I pray to you asking you questions Yet you don't feel my tensions Is your phone off the hook What? You don't got time for this crook I know I haven't read the good book But you can still give me a look Give me a sign Anything to past the time Just so I know you're at least out there Right now my mind feels like its in a tear (Chorus) X2 They said when Jesus was crucified there was a thief Yet these stories come and go like a leaf No one can really state the truth Especially the man that sits in the booth I once hated God for taking my kin But at least I believed in him Now I doubt his prescence For some reason I can't feel his esscence Asking for forgiveness, talking to the cross Knowing that I risk everything at all cost When I take in the smoke But is it really a sin to sometimes toke Just got so many questions unanswered And its eating me up like cancer (Chorus) God if you are the true one to judge Why on the low lives do you have a grudge Sorry just wanna know some many things Like if we could ever chill with the King of Kings Or is it a fact all thugs go to hell Feel like we were put on this earth to fail Does heaven got a hood Where all cliques can come together and set it all good Maybe we are all destined to stay in the present day civil war Just asking for peace and nothing more (Chorus) A little something that was written in classes. Peace, Edited By Morph on 1113661470 |
Do you have this song recorded? It must come out nice if it is.
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Its not recorded at the moment, maybe in a near future.
More Keystylez. | Take a look at this world, an observation of life | | Some have it easy and many try to survive | | People say phuck it, Others wonder why | | People just love it, But many just hide | | So what you gone do? Sit alone with no light | | Serve your purpose homie, life treats you just fine | | And although you don't know what that is at this time | | Keep ya head up, do what you can, cause some day we gone fly | | Just try | | To stay sane, inflammed with love and maintain | | Cause fustration of daily life you know explode into pain | | And the life you claim has no second to regain, purpose in this game | | Live life to its fullest, cause we can all make a change | | Rearrange | | The world but I don't think we'll ever reach peace | | Do the best you can, you know you can, I know that's the least | | And don't worry I'll do the same until my release | | To "The One", the One I love, and live on endlessly...Jannet..| All for you. Peace, |
Another one.
Dear Jannet, sh!t's too hard since speaking another language. Skepticism contribute to physical, and mental anguish. I survived through broken bones, numerous surgeries. When sh!t got real hectic, like daycare nurseries. Through my busiest hours, I played the supplier. Could've taken you for the ride like pathological liars. Through the hardest of times, I still tell truth. People counted us out because of our youth. "You don't know what love is, y'all won't make it." "Y'all think its saying 'I love you', then get naked." I put all that to the side, phuck what you heard. They don't know sh!t, they just spitting words. I try to muscle this pen, I'd hustle in sin. I'll endure 18 years worth of struggle again. I'm givin you me, you can say I'm giving myself, But it all went down south, I'm living in hell For me to be next to you is something I see. I can't imagine you having a lover that isn't me. I hear the footsteps of the reaper, seeking my life, Or what is, potentially my future wife. Don't end me in a hearse, I know your sad and it hurts. But truly, we're just the victims on a long life curse. Sincerly Yours, Alan I'm new to this. Peace, Edited By Morph on 1113714808 |
Excuse me if i'm wrong, but I thought KEYSTYLE was a BATTLE word.
You know, it comes from FREESTYLE. not necessarily BATTLE words, but you know.. off of your head. Well anyway, here's my VEGETARIAN song I wrote.. ;].. Little chickens screaming "I'm not a nugget", but y'all ignore tha fact they're killed and say fuuckk it. Matter fact, y'all go eat more of it's huggets, DiP tha leg in sauce, eat half and then chuck it. Ya'll care about yourself, and hoPe you never catch a disease, but you'll kill/eat/hurt a loving animal with ease. Doesn't matter to you, it's your belly you're trying to Please, you'll go to chinese restaurants, japanese restaurants, to eat animals from over seas. Find new ways to eat them, "apply sauce, or here, use blue cheese", doens't matter to you, as long as you have a full stomach before you catch your Z's. And don't give me this bullpoop about me cuttin trees, they don't have feelings or shed blood, i'm sure tha animal agrees. Many people say "well that's what God put them here for", but you're taking tha word of a creature you've never seen before. And when something bad in life happens to you, you'll go back to that same god, sPeak dirtier to him, than tha mud on your shoe. And don't give a flip about tha hurt feelings, as long as you got something to chew. I used to be tha same way, never cared for 'Animal Rights', Until I felt tha Pain/ saw tha blood, of stabbing my SELF with a knife. Didn't like it, but lemme ask "who would?" Next time you enjoy your HaPPy Meal, how "how tha Animal could?". Matter fact, Pick uP a Blade, and STAB yourself, maybe then you'll be tha judge of 'life after death'. Not finished, but i'm workin on it. Edited By asshole on 1113756602 |
Here's my fav. raPPer/ idol. Sage Francis - Sea Lion. ;]
Chorus: 2x The force of my love was strong/ The sea lion lay down long. Song in the air. Why should singer care? When singer can be among songs. Ma, Ma--look what i did, Ma. Look what i did to my hands, I broke 'em. You gave me the stone, gave me the chisel, didn't say how to hold 'em. Didn't say to give away every piece of the puzzle 'til i was left with nothin'. But i took it upon myself to crush it up and distribute the dust. Get in the bus. Hop in the van. Jump in the water. Crawl to the land. Build another castle out of sand. Break it down and then get into the saddle again. I'm going city to city - i'm already lost. Tell the boss who is new in town. I'll ride this horse 'til it it bucks me off and i'm forced to shoot it down. I'll take him out for some gasoline. Trade this cow for some magic beans. Gonna make mom proud of the deals that I made, 'cause I'm just a modern day Johnny Appleseed But i'm glad that I never passed the genes, and I never put down the axe. Piano man got a checkered dance floor to grace and a painful look on his face. 'Cause the crowd is packed and the louder they clap the less he is able to make the connection between what he sees when he hears certain notes and the hurt that is shown in his facial expression. Ahhhhhh. I don't need your "go ahead" to go ahead. No, I know no one said it was gonna be easy, but sweet jesus who wants to sleep with me? Too many moves to learn. Not enough people to put 'em on. Look it, mom! No hands. I built this suit of armor with wooden arms. Chorus 2x |
"Lay them to rest"
They relate as preachers sing the psalms of a soul of passin debate. Tears from fears as thoughts rewind in a long gone fate. And they still wait, curlin back the time when the young one whinned. Now as spirits collaspe from whats not seen, but whats known, he dreams. "Torture is now no more" As the black cladded mediator speaks in a whisper so loud it roars. She sees a shift in the legs surrounded on all sides of the bloodspilled floor. As her brother glide through iles, seemin like he flying for miles, he soars. And even as closed eyes bring relief. Her pulse rams its force in a ear so piercing, it bleeds. And we all know that that sh!t is never relieved. |
"The Vocabulist"
Bambastic tactics, pragmatic--lyrical addict. With audio habits, animal skin jackets, true nomadics. Historians graphed it, tracked it, retracted there mathematics. They even got his body wrapped in prophylactics--hard plastic, you bastards. A glacier casket, but quit, enough of this sh!t. Chestless, breathless, lest this, render fools your defenseless. So test this, I dare you, aware to the truth that I'm senseless. Offensive, millitant, literate, consider it done, What ? The funeral arrangements, me an your wifey's engagement, duh. Enragement enclosed inside your entity, iniquities mechanised. Denied your essence, led mineral's assemblance where your chest lies. Magnetic, kinetic, ethical, a prethera of asthma in the crowd. I hold a lyracist's crown, who decides whats up an whats down. I changed my style completely, those who have heard/seen my work, before, can tell. |
Spark pieces to piece, up peace, release a trigger
Feaze on fatalities, fataly finalized by the quicker. Inflicted with bad blood, made love is untouchable A stray slug could mame mugs an such is just presumptuous. Succulent thighs, make wide eyes, won't hesitate to take lives. Knives from out the kitchen, slouch incision, vouched malignly. Finally prophecy prophesized poetical monarchy. Sonnets abolished all opposition, they strike with larceny. Edited By Morph on 1114047895 |
I find in this tragic day of racism and gender discrimination its hard to cope.
Never an addict to anything, but I turn to Jannet instead of dope. Couped up in this small world of southeast carolina doesn't help. Day to day only noticing the pain I've caused and circumstances I've felt. I'd like to think that when I was born I was white and as pure as snow. But now I'm mexican and traveled just like tha inner city streets you know. So many people have come and gone, lived and died. There so many things I'd like to share, but most will come to light in due time. Who gives a phuck about the sh!t that I claim, or the gang I bang. Can't you see I'm just a kid reaching for help looking for a chance to hang. A chance to change what I now see as a mistake to a once normal life. Tired of the constant animosity, and struggle and strife. I've done so much dirt that I can't leave the house to have a good time, and thats the norm. But sh!t, I can't leave home witout totin enough heat to keep all of carolina warm. Sh!t so crazy how'd I miss all the warnings, and hazard signs. I once heard a sayin, "If you live by the gun, you die by the gun...!" and that's fine.. I just pray I don't suffer, cause I live by and baby mine. All alone in my psycological cage, yep, just me and my two glock nines. Fighting is no longer an option out here mayne, but at night I pray for hope. Cause at this point in time man, from day to day, its just so hard to cope. Edited By Morph on 1114109102 |
It's just Common sense because I'm one of the last poets/
Everyone who observed and watched me know it/ I'm this forum's last MVP..don't make me remind Techinque what happened when he battled me at BG...hehe I have to quote T.I. he didn't know me/ I'm excited my legs clapping at the knees/ And I haven't even hit my mourning trees....You all know I got the flow son All of you must be creaming your panties....and nowbuying some new ones/ I'm not the The Shiz,but I'm becoming the rude one/ So hold on to your pride how Ashanti holds on to her sideburns, BYRD got more Drama in his words than an episode of as "The World Turns", Your smelling salty now...you must bath in urine, I switched my flow with automatics.....I know your confused...just wait your turn...let me tune I am the open mic mechanic. I hit you with a brew inwhich was discrete and some of me with a remix just for you. No need to squeeze the dawny tissues I barely nipped you, |
Dude, I raped you. It was even close. lol, You're rhymes are so sloppy no one can understand them. You need a bit of a touch up before you ever step up to me again.
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[quote:post_uid0="Technique"]Dude, I raped you. It was even close. lol, You're rhymes are so sloppy no one can understand them. You need a bit of a touch up before you ever step up to me again.[/quote]
LOL I recall a few times you took a week to respond..lmao. :laugh: EDIT=And for the record...I don't recall ever taking a lose from you..... Maybe you were battling me and I wasn't there? Yeah you could win that way... :dozingoff: EDIT 2: lol you rapped a piece of paper with a pen.....not me....you and your written rhymes...lol. Edited By SBYRD5 on 1114195257 |
You guys are dumb. Personally, I think BYRD, And1, Battleaxe, and Chaos are the best textcee's I've seen, and I've been through a lot of forums.
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[quote:post_uid0="SBYRD5"][quote:post_uid0="Technique"]Dude, I raped you. It was even close. lol, You're rhymes are so sloppy no one can understand them. You need a bit of a touch up before you ever step up to me again.[/quote]
LOL I recall a few times you took a week to respond..lmao. :laugh: EDIT=And for the record...I don't recall ever taking a lose from you..... Maybe you were battling me and I wasn't there? Yeah you could win that way... :dozingoff: EDIT 2: lol you rapped a piece of paper with a pen.....not me....you and your written rhymes...lol.[/quote] Byrd, why must we beef? You're black, I'm white, c'mon, we can make a nice ying and yang connection. I'm sorry, I offended you by making fun of your power rangers. I didn't know that would incite such anarchy. lol No but for real, I'll post some written rhymes tonight, and hopefully we can rekindle the love in our friendship. ;) Morph, no need to be humble. You're quite talented as well. It's unfortunate we--the group of us-- were never able to complete a battle amongst eachother. These people just don't appreciate poetry. |
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Energized and crunk for those who testing my path of destruction Gas will be rubbing haters die from spontaneous combustion Conceive a procedure for niggaz to bleed from the busting Putting heads on platters slip the heat wit 3 G's and we bushing Triple X-rated tramps I gotta show reefer for fliping lead them to sucking with my intimate ego seduction my habitat Atlanta tracks, the seed of corruption constantly playing and engaging in meaningless fliping fatal intentions breaking niggaz jaws and facial tendons ballistic verbal and controversial like racial lengents scandalous traders get erased by a vandalis playa trample a fakeuh with more game then Los Angeles Raiders I puff an L and get high as hell from the cannabis vapors you can try your crime a million times it wont manage to fade us a drout is coming so I'm hustling frantic for paper superior dope and caliber smoke is what vanish invaders |
Street credits go to thugs that sell salt to slugs,
To many of you have prewritten lines,and your ghetto is only public as cybernatic thugs, Soft... let Byrd fly through peck at your outlet's and penertrate the plugs, Give your pc's a fever..burn your roof hot like a jamaican club black marketing phillies...with the custom inserted reefier, Byrd changed up the rhymes..no need to ask about me...my credits don't need proof homie....as Morph just said....I'm nowbattle proof, In all truth I have to give a dickslap to the whole forum....that said I wouldn't be what I am today. So let my purple settle then stick to the roof of your mouth like peanut butter JIF...I aint going to say more.....the rest is to explict to exit.....IP banning aint my route...... ...now do like the new pope..make your preparations, and begin to pray.......now you all know what I'm about..hear me loud....I'm SBYRD5 and I'm proud. SBYRD5's flow..for today... |
My words seep through the iron mic like acid/
Chris be the reason your pen remains flacid/ a shot to your ego, leaving you lifeless in the underworld of lake placid/ Known to carry more weight than al capone/ an occupation that will keep your eyes wide shut like Oliver Stone/ Tom Cruise couldn't do poop, who you think Nicole Kidman went to to make her moan/ I bag more Coyote Uglies than Shane Doan/ and always love a double scoop of vanilla with long legs on my ice cream cone/ love summer #####, you should call me Seth Cohen/ meh, that's all I feel like doing. |
[color=#FF00FF]Omg! Spanish Lyrics. These lyrics are from my favorite group of rappers los 'Caballeros del Plan G'.
Caballeros Del Plan G - Juguetes c- Toys. M |
Yo, MorPh, don't be sayin that without knowin' who's around here!
Yo, who wants to battle? |
[color=#000000]I'll start off...
This bitch want to step to young, I leave you among. The "Goliath Warriors" with the same ammunition as "David Slung". You want a battle? I purge you in "Truth" like a "Pastor's Induction". Two church positions, your scriptures corrupt like "Churches Based on Offering Extortion". Can-I-Bus? Erase from your mind, the thought of the lyricist. It's, O2B, leave your "Career Plummeted" faster than the "Spice Girls Business". No bullsh |
Just too bad that wasn't a sPit, how long did it take you to write that?
Aye-yo, FK raP disses, i'm all about battle tactics, slither through souls, yet makin' you an addict. blow uP tha tables like hand grenades, leave you wishin' you still had financial aid. Like i've said before, 'go get laid', instead of joinin' tha game you've never Played. |
Ok, how many lines, nvm...
I'll leave you ripped, shift your scripts this bitch failures in hits. To "Touch Me" like "Child Molesters", and the "Verdict" is death, in spits. 50 Cent references, I make "Tha Game" leave you, and your defenses strengthless. You speakin tenses, a pure expert considering all your drops is "Imperfect". ...Your turn... Edited By Morph on 1114540411 |
Went to school..
*starts to beat box at pc desk* Did a sick beat box....girl's were head rocking, lip locking, Wet White-T's were soaking....nerds were LOCing, Punk rock kids with suicidal tendencies..wrist exposed to the white meat...and choking from hemoglobin's, Jocks were rocking the knee high socks.....and pimping every cheerleader on the nearest court yard picnic slot. Weed junkie's selling whatever's hot enough to increase inventory in thier lunch box, All the poet's,and freestylers hanging with me..blowing up everyone's spot. :whatsthat: |
[color=#000000]This is a grown mans sh
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Yo, that's some that reminds me of tha Jackson 5,
FK makin it big, your shlt ain't keePin this alive, while i've mastered tha movement of rhythm and Jive, your ish stings n stinks like tha back nest of a bee hive. so, sit on it or Put five it it, do it quick, cuz bitches like you blows away liek I blow tha sPot when I sPit. ^^ I'm startin' off reeeeallly weak! But still killin'.. |
sPitin' flows against me is worst than suicide,
body rots so bad, nikkaz can't even tell who died, got every corner of tha street sayin "he ain't alive", buttttttttttt... that's just tha thoughts in my mind. like tha twist? |
[quote:post_uid0="asshole"]sPitin' flows against me is worst than suicide,
body rots so bad, nikkaz can't even tell who died, got every corner of tha street sayin "he ain't alive", buttttttttttt... that's just tha thoughts in my mind. like tha twist?[/quote] keep going man. your ok |
I swing through like Tarzan clenchin' the vine/
with two canine teeth puncturing your jugular, ready to dine/ than run counterclockwise numbers on your girl, like I was telling time/ this is a lyrical massacre inducing head trama to the mebrane, you should have seen the sign/ My tactics will overwhelm your nerve system in the drop of a dime/ take control of your cerebral cortex and create muisc with your intestines like a chime/ than sit you front row in my tutor session for "this is how you rhyme." These similies and metaphores cause cancer mutations like toxic waste/ while your words are bitten from childrens' books in one quick "copy paste"/ That online persona isn't fooling anyone, and was created in utter haste/ because when you spit, I got my d!*k in her mouth, you swallow my semen every time you kiss her, can you taste?/ But it's understandable that my stature and essence is something you can't even beging to contemplate/ Don't worry though, I'm willing to integrate/ In due time, I'll get you to drop that homo power ranger s*!t and set you "straight"/ Don't matter how you digest it, this antacide is hot/ I don't expect you to keep up, like a tinker tot/ got more crack inspired mental processes brewing in the pot/ who you think got Lil' John in the club takin Likashots?/ stumbling all over the dance floor like you were caught in a twista/ my punchlines take the breath from your lungs like a true Chi-town heavy hitta/ It don't matter if you think you got figuas/ because I can create diamonds with my hands like my name is jigga/ It's a dynasty. Edited By The Chris on 1114692093 |
this is a song i wrote for a friend that went to jail...... he took a gun to school got caught with it..... second offense its the second time he got caught in school wit a gun......any ways it was for protection but they wont listin to him its ok ull be out sooon..... this song its called SITUATIONS and its recorded to a beat i made...... here it goes.....
(chorus) These situations thats why im missin u dawg these situations ima represent for u dawg these situations got me wanning to blast ima hold it down till ur jail sentence pass ya heard me (verse 1) My homie done got locked up im fillin up wit rage these older niggas test us to its time to get the GAGE I smoked a couple blunts now im feelin kind of CRAZE we goin to roll up on these niggas and hit em wit the K aint no time for phukin aiming we goin to roll up and just spray homie phukin who we hittin lil kids be missin SITUATIONS turn no u niggas get to bitchen fliped the script up on u niggas now u lookin like some bitches AVE BOYS run the block but my main homie missin sittin behind some bars plottin on these snitches aint no need for that cause them niggas just some hoes if the try to give excuses we goin to fill em up wit holes SITUATIONOS(CHORUS) thats why im missin u dawg these situations ima represent for u dawg these situations got me wannin to blast ima hold it down till ur jail sentece pass ya heard me (verse 2) Ave boys representa my homie black dawg we miss ya that puzzy bitch just missed him dont even trip ill get em leave leaky spots in his denim the venom it filled em up the semi auto was FEELIN SICK THE THEM HOLLOWS STRAIGHT COUGHED THEM UP left all his homies lookin dumbstruck like the caught AMNESIA my niggas gone aint u heard dont bite the hand that feeds ya SMOKIN ON CHIVA getting bombed while we creep in the REAGEL lookin for any 1 and anybody who CONVERSATE WIT HIS PPL bitch we aint equal ur LESSER AND IMA PLUS ON RESPECT beat the break of ur feelins while FRAYSER snatch off ur NECKLACE..... (chorus) These situations thats why im missin u dawg these situations ima represent for u dawg these situations got me wanning to blast ima hold it down till ur jail sentece pass ya heard me..................... Deticated to Laron Hawkins aka BLACK aka (FRAYSER) Edited By HollowTips on 1114793226 |
Oh damn.. why did he take a gun to school?
For Protection? Against wha? |
some thing went down on the block and every morning when he walked to school they kept tellin him they had heat for em
and he just laughed in the face so they jumped him and he got a gun the next day and he got caught in school wit it he wasnt gonna change his way from school or to school for no niggas..... especialy on our block lmao Edited By HollowTips on 1114792770 |
Yeh..?
I know all about that thou man. About 3 weeks ago, I got jumPed by 7 niggas. And then my friends came out.. and a big fight broke out. But eventually shlt died down. |
[quote:post_uid0="The Chris"]I swing through like Tarzan clenchin' the vine/
with two canine teeth puncturing your jugular, ready to dine/ than run counterclockwise numbers on your girl, like I was telling time/ this is a lyrical massacre inducing head trama to the mebrane, you should have seen the sign/ My tactics will overwhelm your nerve system in the drop of a dime/ take control of your cerebral cortex and create muisc with your intestines like a chime/ than sit you front row in my tutor session for "this is how you rhyme." These similies and metaphores cause cancer mutations like toxic waste/ while your words are bitten from childrens' books in one quick "copy paste"/ That online persona isn't fooling anyone, and was created in utter haste/ because when you spit, I got my d!*k in her mouth, you swallow my semen every time you kiss her, can you taste?/ But it's understandable that my stature and essence is something you can't even beging to contemplate/ Don't worry though, I'm willing to integrate/ In due time, I'll get you to drop that homo power ranger s*!t and set you "straight"/ Don't matter how you digest it, this antacide is hot/ I don't expect you to keep up, like a tinker tot/ got more crack inspired mental processes brewing in the pot/ who you think got Lil' John in the club takin Likashots?/ stumbling all over the dance floor like you were caught in a twista/ my punchlines take the breath from your lungs like a true Chi-town heavy hitta/ It don't matter if you think you got figuas/ because I can create diamonds with my hands like my name is jigga/ It's a dynasty.[/quote] Your a plague to the hip hop race/ Your meager attempts are flawed at manipulating SBYRD5 ace/ So stop what your doing and formate your fruit drapes/ Go to NJ and spit your nonesense on grape street with the other baby grapes/ This aint even "Cheaters" mix-tape,but your exposed/ Me a homo for liking power rangers....when your a roll-playing heterosexual stranger from Mtv's lost "undressed episodes"/ Your quick to spit hazard like a bomb leaving a 747 flight hanger..which quickily erodes/ Like a decepticons victory....to the popularity of your MF Doom's page count code/ Battleaxe you need to switch to battle mode/ Your vocabulary is up to par...It's a shame you left your mandibles in a jar/ You messing with SFO's heart...cheese it baby your just jealious you know the noobs call me a star/ I thought me and Dominican kid's verbal abuse removed you from your mental Appalachian, After I recrush your credentials.And as that white flag starts wagging..you know I'll ask you what happened/ Hehe yah your just rapping..eh Spit semen in my girl's mouth..never happened,an if it did here's a fact that's not a pun/ "I was occupied squeezing your mom's lungs"/ Your battle tactics didn't even leave the blueprint chris they still resting on the curve,and now they just scattered just because BYRD falcon shot his gun./ Yeah it's all in captial pun/I mean fun/ I aint mad at cha/ Maybe sad at ya/ You can lip sync,but just yell DANGER, I had to go hulk..I hope my green essence didn't stain ya/ ..... :whatsthat: ..pending |
My post wasn't even directed at anyone in particular. But I'll have a resonse for you when I have the time.
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woah when you said power rangers I thoughts that was a shot at me from our previous.....then I'm sorry...no need for retort..
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Aint no givin up now im thinking bout breakin all of the sudden all the police is out here searchin and chasing so i dont know what im to do but it got tossed out the window it wasnt nothin major man thats just my glock and my endoh u see these puzzy niggas had to test me so i had to rise up get a couple clips load em up and tell them pigs to step up so now the rollers on my ass 120 on my dash so u know that im gone the only destination in my mind is ither vegas or rome and now its getting dark im in all black so im jackin rollin around 3:46 most ppl sleep or relaxin bojangles (gun) is by my side man he riding wit me wit a hoody over my body so nobody can see im ready to clap a muthaphuka my niggas know what i mean ima kamakaze aint no stopin me........
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[quote:post_uid0="HollowTips"]Aint no givin up now im thinking bout breakin all of the sudden all the police is out here searchin and chasing so i dont know what im to do but it got tossed out the window it wasnt nothin major man thats just my glock and my endoh u see these puzzy niggas had to test me so i had to rise up get a couple clips load em up and tell them pigs to step up so now the rollers on my ass 120 on my dash so u know that im gone the only destination in my mind is ither vegas or rome and now its getting dark im in all black so im jackin rollin around 3:46 most ppl sleep or relaxin bojangles (gun) is by my side man he riding wit me wit a hoody over my body so nobody can see im ready to clap a muthaphuka my niggas know what i mean ima kamakaze aint no stopin me........[/quote]
After you said bojangles..I got hungry... :p |
Here goes some zhit that im seing bout these niggas (mods) thats sluggish they must think that im punkish they invaded my clan (killing co.) so u know that im bustin they just mad cause we made our clan out of nothin but keep it funky like farted cause this the hard zhit u start zhit ill leave u stinkin like garbage i dont need clicks or hoods i keep clips wit bullets and if these mod's come foolish its automatic i pull it Revenge was right hes on the road of curruption pushing me back to the brink of destrucrtion but if this hoe intends to keep breathing i suggest u stay hushin abomonation is what im talkin about aint no mistakin ur bitches ur whole clan is made up of snitches leave it to me ill put em ditches.......
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:sly: ...
You know the heart when you cry. I had to get my family something for easter, Opened the fridge and I had nothing to eat, And my packs were running low on reefier, My son untouchable 1, Better than THE GAME's Harlem, Got him breaking dimes and dividing, I can't believe my teacher use to call me dumb, Had me seating in the back of class with a dunce hat had me feeling like a sore thumb, :plain: Now I'm through beating my own drum, Those that opposed me now scrapping just for the pigeon's feeding crumbs, I'm thristy Ave life is my rum..you can call this fake,but know I'm an alcoholic, :dozingoff: Dizzy from the itty gritty...which is lawless, Breaking green even when feeling nausea from the scaried ballas, Getting my tonic from the grind...dropping sticks like I'm on the drumline, I'm around a bunch of slugs I sell salt to so no need to be kind...while representing my crew dude, You'll know when I do a Tarzan like The Chris and swing through. :sly: Edited By SBYRD5 on 1115087333 |
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