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| Originally posted by astroboy |
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| Originally posted by astroboy ну виктор.. чего вы не отвечаете? кого (или что ) вы себе ебете? и вообще кто такие "вы"? |
this thread should've been removed at its beginning
Son, they shook...
'cause ain't no such things
as halfway crooks
scared to death, scared to look
they shook
'cause
ain't no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death, scared to
look
this al5t is fucking annoying... please shut the fuck up allready omg
let's rap some more rap

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| Originally posted by boris_the_bear let's rap some more rap |
wow this is one dumb fuck alt.
Agent0: I said it and it was proven true.
I can see it inside your
face
you're in the wrong place
cowards like you just get they're whole
body laced up
with bullet holes and such
speak the wrong words man and
you will get touched
you can put your whole army against my team and
I
guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin'
Fake niggaz get flipped
In mic fights I swing swords and cut clown
Shit is too swift to bite you record and write it down
I flow like the blood on a murder scene, like a syringe
on some wild out shit, to insert a fiend
But it was yo out the shop stolen art
Catch a swollen heart from not rollin smart
I put mad pressure, on phony wack rhymes that get hurt
Shit's played, like zodiac signs on sweatshirt
That's minimum, and feminine like sandals
My minimum table stacks a verse on a gamble
Energy is felt once the cards are dealt
With the impact of roundhouse kicks from black belts
that attack, the mic-fones like cyclones or typhoon
I represent from midnight to high noon
I don't waste ink, nigga I think
I drop megaton BOMBS more faster than you blink
Cause rhyme thoughts travel at a tremendous speed
Clouds of smoke, of natural blends of weed
Only under one circumstance is if I'm blunted
Turn that shit up, my "Clan in Da Front" want it
The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds
And leaks sounds thats heard
Ninety-three million miles away from came one
To represent the nation, this is a gathering
Of the masses that come to pay respects to the wu-tang clan
As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage
The high chief jamel-i-reef take the stage
Light is provided through sparks of energy
From the mind that travels in rhyme form
Givin sight to the blind
The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum
Death only one can save shell from
This relentless attack of the track spares none
"Everybody needs a little Devastation!"
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