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I ain't steppin out of sh*t, my papers legit.. (pg. 4)
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| Marc Summers |
| quote: | Originally posted by get nyce
watermelon bitches thats when you know summer is in effect, when you eatin WATERMELON! |
Yeah! |
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| Lebezniatnikov |
| quote: | Originally posted by Moral Hazard
don't worry, I'll fix your confusion...
Lyrics (presumably these ones) are so impactful their magnitude on your thoughts are as the impact of an iceberg is to an ocean going vessel
Even if the passengers do not perish in the collision they will certainly die of hypothermia in the water.
I have created a new genre and made it impossible for others to imitate it
My compositions are controlled, and crafted such that they are likely to become quite popular quite quickly much like the blastwave of an explosive device moves rapidly from it's source of ingnition
much the same as land minds, my associates and I move quickly leaving only noise to signal our presence
This musical poem is, continuing the explosive motif, at an elevated temperture similar to that of a fire, 100% as is the alcohol content of home made grain alcohol commonly found in the southern United States. |
Lol, you should def. do this for a real rap song.
Uh, one thing bout music, when it hit you feel no pain
White folks say it controls your brain
I know better than that, thats game and we ready for that
Two soldiers head of the pack, matter of fact who got the gat?
And where my army at?
Rather attack and not react
Back the beats, it dont reflect on how many records get sold
On sex, drugs, and rock and roll, whether your projects put on hold
In the real world, these just people with ideas
They just like me and you when the smoke and camera disappear
Again the real world (world), its bigger than all these fake ass records
When poor folks got the millions and my womans disrespected
If you check 1,2, my word of advice to you is just relax
Just do what you got to do, if that dont work then kick the facts
If you a fighter, rider, biter , flame ignitor, crowd exciter
Or you wanna just get high, then just say it
But then if you a liar-liar, pants on fire, wolf-cry agent with a wire
I'm gonna know it when I play it
/dead prez |
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| gehzumteufel |
| quote: | Originally posted by get nyce
=)
you know how i do LOL
watermelon bitches thats when you know summer is in effect, when you eatin CORNBREAD AND WATERMELON out on the porch! |
lol yeah so true. |
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| get nyce |
| quote: | Originally posted by gehzumteufel
lol yeah so true. |
leave it to a ukrainian to say 'cornbread' LMAO
it's fried chicken and watermelon son!
but i love me some ukrainian girls...love'em! |
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| dj tek |
| quote: | Originally posted by LeopoldStotch
Rhymes rip through your skull like icebergs through the hull
Survive the impact, and arctic cold freezes your soul.
Create a new style, then break the mold
Compositions are controlled, and liable to explode
like land mines, my crew blows through like wind chimes.
Make it hot like fire, 200 proof like Moonshine.
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half yall niggaz annoying like when jews whine
my muse, a dime master my pieces revealed when truth shines
a crime, you up on tv, collect royalty still bootleg the dvd
u must be jokin or smokin pcp, get dusted when im slicin on the GCP
all about peace until i get violent, kill you softly like lauryn so stop wildin' |
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| gehzumteufel |
| quote: | Originally posted by get nyce
leave it to a ukrainian to say 'cornbread' LMAO
it's fried chicken and watermelon son!
but i love me some ukrainian girls...love'em! |
LOL yes they are fun. i need to find me one. |
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| Slylee |
| quote: | Originally posted by gehzumteufel
LOL yes they are fun. i need to find me one. |
this rhyme is way better than tek's. lol |
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| dj tek |
| callin me out like that ? damn...aight.. |
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| Slylee |
| quote: | Originally posted by dj tek
callin me out like that ? damn...aight.. |
i'm sorry i was just kidding |
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| gehzumteufel |
| quote: | Originally posted by Slylee
this rhyme is way better than tek's. lol |
:) |
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| get nyce |
officially my first typed out rap
a rap, a typed out fragment
metaphors consume illict tactics
word play on text i just cant stand it
reading the same lines any next nigga spit
off the top they claim to be, seeking the fame and glory
on the same infamous story
someone got shot or swung swords free
none stepped up intelligently, describe how hard life be
living for the next sunrise, head resting while feds eye
spies slippin on the next guy
the slept on hustle is what i hide |
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