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Post by jydizzle on Jun 5, 2005 15:58:51 GMT -5
Whenever you step 2 me u better come prepared
I'll twist up ur rhymes n leave u impaired
Im da emcee with tha complex vocabulary
the only way ull win is by a f***in technicality
This is reality, im defyin da rules of gravity
when i get through with u ill call it a fatality
now that im through u better revise ur strategy
Step up and drop a rhyme if u want some recongnition
Then i can enjoy beatin u 2 submission
rhyme on and get my shyne on
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Post by crackinflesh on Jun 14, 2005 22:41:14 GMT -5
this aint bondage submissin shit
no im not impaired i just dont read bullshit
maybe u can fataly hurt me but i dont think your rhymes are worthy
see you want get technical so ill hit u so many times your body obliterate
then it starts to burn then incinerate
i find it funy
that now that you know your abcs you think you fuck with me
i go crazy and bite your jugular
bleed out like a hamburger
i dont game plan im like the gingerbread man
ill run my sweet ass the get you back
and when i do ur gonna wish you never rode through
so wanna ryme and shyne will bitch the spotlight is mine
u just got twisted so how does feel i just rapped with ally mcbeal
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Post by frenchy on Jun 26, 2005 14:55:14 GMT -5
put a crack in ya fleash, a crack in ya set wit the 9 nines and techs/
jyD, as for a technicality, technicly ya reality isnt true/
u past away, yesterday, spirituality just hasnt caught up to u/
dude burn and incinerate, the same thing ya vocab aint straight/
fuck it this date rape, witout the date/
dudes startn to halucinate, and breath stretch n shake/
exhale, relax and wait/
im spitin miles like doudle 8/
this dude reminds me of will smith/
just switch, ya career/
don't know well take each othrs cocks out ya ear/
while i cock back and stear the hollo/
to the next side of 2moro/
listen and follo /
scared this dude white he turnin molato/
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Post by crackinflesh on Aug 9, 2005 22:45:49 GMT -5
nigga u think u sick/ i dare you spit shit at the calico tip/ rip your head to oblivion/ have your eyes squintin like an asian/ there will be no t-e-c-h/ as long as my crop soil has the right p-h/nigga u wanna be me/obviosly you like to copy from bigge/ lets go back to your line about 9 9s/ its ok to dream thats all fine/ but now you try to insult me while my rhymes are on the dime/its ok no hate/ to g to participate/ your eyes wimper like a dog with a rash/ i could see that ur poppa raped your ugly ass
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