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[Morph]

[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

[asshole]

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.

[Morph]

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

[SBYRD5]

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:

[Morph]

[color=#000000]This is a grown mans sh

[asshole]

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'..

[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?

[~$REDMAN$~]

[quoteost_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

[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.



Edited By The Chris on 1114692093

[HollowTips]

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