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| Posted: 26 Dec 2006 17:28 | ||
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when im finished dissin you on the mic i wont lick ya wounds,
the straight an narrow, dance with me leaves you facing doom, im not talking no fucking bullshit,this aint mills an booms, i was raised in the mannor along side these flip-top-loons, you must be smoking crack,or trippin off shrooms thinking you can be-little my tunes, your not earning peas you aint dining at the ritz, it seems like your drowning in a pool of shit, you aint no big man you aint putting out hitz, your small in the game shottin bobz and bitz, like coolio you been living in a fools paradise all these years, you was brought into this world upper-class, raised in these streets the place you fear, you only make your moves when the path is clear, you couldint cope, you couldint deal with these tears yow myselfs the only person i fear, theres love in my heart but its drowned by tears, im keepin it alive, nar nas hip-hops not dead, im rolling on beef down for keeping it red, you wanna raise heat, do me a favour put one in my mother-fucking head, your fake air forces never been where i tread, do favours, pray to christ like breaking of the bread do your self a favour listen to whats said, reubix... hip-hop-anarchist!!! |
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| Posted: 27 Dec 2006 23:41 | ||
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bringing the heat as usual.
miraculous. __________________ on that shit from early, roll wid boys but im straight up girlie!!! |
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