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| Posted: 05 Aug 2007 18:28 | ||
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where shall i start right,
its dicks on the estates who wanna fight, who think they spit bars right, fuck that ive lived the hard life, like breddaz who struggle finding next pipe, revolves around wrecked types, like skettz who sell sex like, i dont know why they wanna battle me, there endz dont exactly make em street, i remember when they couldint even rap a beat, and robbin only makes u a theif, dont even mension r.p, coz its like you wanna test me, show love 2 your cuz bruv, coz my verbles are deadly, my sole was once cold like an ice-pole, my tight flow make your mind glow, im spite-full but nice still, a nice grill thats twice as ill, my rymes bag like a 9mm, an ice pik in your eye prick, life longryme skill that shyne still, take fuckin pride in my blood-line, u being my son is the only way u could shine, i kick shit better than becks, my wordz better than sex, |
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| Posted: 14 Sep 2007 15:24 | ||
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Man that's pretty uckin toy... did you write the first draft in crayolla? Quit while you're behind...  |
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| Posted: 02 Oct 2007 13:52 | ||
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you don’t know now were to start but i do,
ah show you how to do d r.a.p, before you fall on to da r.i.p, talking about hard life bet you never faced one, you toy and play around with gunz, but we do the real stuff wit it, you come around my hood wit da blings on ya neck, and da rings fingers, you claim to be a nigger but got no lugar, can’t even pull a trigger, i show you how we do it, i get you ripped off all you got on, live you with da green on smoke it while u run, pussy made boi i do what i have to do, for if i don’t one of dose nigger u see ma do it, i don’t wan lose so i get all did done, so face it while you lose it am the war spiting frm da third war world, get your head up, grip the wall an ur hands up, say ur last word, am here to do it all, bicth ass money made clown,do ur findings, make ur research, study history cus of me, u find out how many killing am connected to, made many woman widows, reduce many home by one, am the one they have all talked about, here i am, homie 2pac smacked up the brain, and here i am to rain,like pain in your vain, paint ur homes with bloods if you love me stuffs hit at me we could get some did done like i say, ma name is Gabriel |
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| Posted: 14 Oct 2007 20:23 | ||
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| u man need ta fix up your punches. | ||
| Posted: 04 Nov 2007 00:35 | ||
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hmmmmmm. i suppose there is some alright material here but it needs work.........need to up the lyrical level.
Baby Blittz formerly miraculous "guess who's back" p.s so reubix this is where your hiding blood!!! __________________ on that shit from early, roll wid boys but im straight up girlie!!! |
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