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im sittin here while i write thee rhymes/
thinks bout the old days and the good times/
rembering all my dudes t.i, snick,2.2.6/
think how we was killing cats wit our crazy spits/
but than some shit happened, had to take care of some business/
ive been gone fo a while had a lil diseperence/
but imm back/
i got more action than vin desiel/
im action packed


man im back and ready to do it up

Entree
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every body no me/
i got more rhyms tham pimp c/
but im stuck in the getto/
i wanna be famous like j lenno/
i wanna be on t.v/
i wanna be bigger than fifty/
sorta like dr.dre/
have a different ho everyday/
they each be giving me head/
jus like shaq in the superman bed/
a producer once said i got great rhymes/
he said they make great music like wind chimes/
but since i was in the getto doing crimes/
i wouldn’t be able to make a platuim track like kia shine/(im so chrispy)


jus a spit about being famous

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Honestly, it’s not that good. The worst thing about it is the lack of originality, not to mention that some of the lines have been recycled so much that I’m surprised they haven’t been thrown in the garbage...

226 nli

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I can see ya mom dropped you on ya head, nothin but a bitch
id I ever tell on someone in a rhyme? how can I be a snitch
seriously, this stuff for you must be tense
how you gonna say all this needless bullshit, ya drops dont make sense
little league? who you be? come on now please
I’ll have you cryin for mercy on ya knees, cuz you know it’s outta your league
you talkin about money, it’s obvious to see
that how can I be a “money hungry bitch," when I do this for free?
aint no treasure in the battle, not even a dollah
bet this dude raps at clubs n shit n still not recievin a dollah
only thing he does is get yanked by his sleeve and his collah
you really think you can get me with this shitty as rhymes? who’s that teacher you follow
whoever taught you how to rap, is nothin compared to me
cause 20 years from now I’ll laugh at memories of my enemies
40 years later, this bitch would finally get choked
maybe another 10 years after that, he would corrupt n get broke
so fuck up n go to hell, you climbin? I’m cuttin the rope
this bitch gets fucked up so much, like a inmate who sucks n stroke

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Hold the press. negatives in the house to move out the best, flex your chest, don’t rest, you’ll get played like chess,
listen I spit sick missions, me and my team, riddle lyrics leaving you lean, crop of the cream, steaming since 13, leave you grieving my raps are to dirty, 16 bars on a beat is all I need to eat G’s who think they can MC,
I got the world locked glocks for crocs with shiny teeth, mind me please, re sighting for P’s, excited for my sheets, despising the police, just cos they wanna stop me….
yo I step to stages, blatantly waiting for haters to come with the hatred, open em up like I was Satan, running for safety lately I aint waiting for god save me……

son u dont no who u tlkin to haaaaaa

Last edited 13 Oct 2007 04:34 pm by Negative The Orignial

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I see some people chatting some shit, WTF these cats need to quit, hush your lips, slipping on thick dicks, I’ma kill you with raps that heal crews, steal your food, and Blaze it in your face, aint a thing you can do, with out your shoot’’’a…
Negative, playing this game like I got rigged dice, double six every time, its nice, fine price, slice the icing, living in crime, gotta get whats mine, im in control get you high like a kite, fight the fight, right on what i write, knock the chimes…
when its beef you should know when to but in and but out,
you’ll get your road shut down, bucks for clowns like thumbs down, chuckle you’ll get your smile wiped now, Sykes out, re light my life, beside the hype, inside your eye, you can see why, negative;s the guy, that will change the way you think, linked on the south ends, me and the south men, pull out the skeng, skin up with blems, nickle bags, feeling glad had the sand in my hand that makes grands, dont loose the plan, move before your banged, when neg swang, you’ll get bite with a sick thang, I’ll make you toothless, bite your chicks boobs till she’s boobless, thumbs down you could never do this, screaming who’s this, I’m never neutral, my shits never natural, so if any one asks its Negative Bitch


I’ll battle any one who wants it call me out even if its friendly i dont mind holla

all yall shut UP specially U

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ya fuckin rhymes amature/ kid u premature/ ya flows need sharpining up like a manicure/ “knock knock” im bangin down ya door with the 4’4/ u spit medicore/ i have hardcore sex with ya petty whore/


its been too long/ yall niggas on ya laptop spittin on a futon/ nigga i can freestyle a marathon; spit a matromone/ make the mic melt in my hand like a snowCONE/ im bad to the bonE/ bad with my Crome/ infamous;unknown/ ill make u famous; all i need is phone/ 1 call and dome gone be blown!/

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son u dont no who i am ahhahah well u will find out soon enough haa



Tryin to battle me will get any jackass nowhere fast/like bald tires steady spinning in wet grass or tryin to clean up the aftermath of a nuclear blast/ask the last three “emcees” that crossed my path/
made em mad,now two go to other forums to post their trash/the last one is still tryin to sound like he’s big and bad, makin me laugh/his flow is more fucked up now than it was before we clashed, cause he got paralyzed in my lyrical bloodbath/so come one, come all and get mangled/split you from temple to torso, then again from asscheek to ankle/have you seein stars without the spangles,like Sylvester and that baby kangaroo/I can’t be handled, the number one mic vandal/it takes two to tango, so step up and get shattered to shambles/or what have you/I hope it’s flow, cause everyone appreciates a good show/don’t take it personal, like you owe me dinero/then you’d be dead broke with a 4-4 against your nose/release your soul from it’s host and get ghost/I be gone off hydro and No-Doz as I duck and dodge the po-po/on my way to NYC to lay low off in loft in SoHo/but back to these posts/I give props where they are owed, be it friend or foe/I also dissolve egos like salt does snow, in groups or solo/better act like ya’ll know, cause I give a fuck who’s the first to go/so inhale that and blow/I told ya’ll before any challenge I’ll gladly greet/draw my mic from it’s sheath and mistreat whoever I compete/spit that heat every time I open my mouth to speak/
leave all weak emcees resting in disbelief

Entree
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boy u done talked shit to da wrong cat im da king of dis shit

ha ha ha u jokes

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ur tryin to be lyical/ ima kill this cat and its no miricle/ u tryin to hard/ im ya voice u sound fearful/ nigga listen when the gats EXPLODE/ dead END ya life on the road!/ nigga i mash u like a toad/ hot steamin guts spill all over the floo from a massacre OVERLOAD/yea im grimey; ill have the -slugs- creepin on u and the pretty -slimy-/ dont get me wrong; i got love for my real nigga/ fuck them other fakaz/ them bitch ass niggaz nuttin but hataz/ like u playa/ u cant win the game so quit NOW; not lata/ u would be a victim in the streets/ like u was the prey in the mouth of an alligata/ and thats the only trap* u gonna be in gettin eating/getit

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Feel the biligerant and ignorant get stopped at the line for scrimmaging
Got to stop the stalker before he gets to the innocent
Pawns who never got enough strength to finish it
Anytime Anywhere I come with the lyrical spit
With all this beef you spitting im a go ahead and finish this pathetic excuse for a battle you just exhibited
Most emcees come like light beer
The full product hardly every distributed
I know all the emcees full of alcohol are feeling this
The brew to rip the stench of daily problems and drop bad habits like cars and carbon minoxide
The atmosphere and wars aside the liqour bottle when im sippin' it
Battles tear apart lives so lets have these thoughts never visited
I thought of heaven when 2000 was here, yet im not sure where i am and i thought i never could vision it
The devil must be hard at work, and with God on my side I know we all could finish it
This is from the soul and heart because why else would i be emitting it
Open your eyes and its not about who is the best, its about who can stop and at once deliver the realest spits
One day every emcee walking will exhibit it
I know if Biggie and Tupac were alive they would have already extended this
The clock turns and another pointless gun spark extended it’s fist
Taking parts in the devils non-discrimitive thwart to appeal his twist
To put it even simpler
Were all expendable why waste our lives on all this senseless shit
Materialistic faces in hard times we just give in quick
Worry about how thicker the plot gets and how hard and unreal this existance creates the rhymes and the sentence

Entree
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man u aint on my level im da king of dis shit all day i got audios all dayyy

Rogue

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Heh, actually I was really 'feeling it', I think the computer just screwed it up... beat is Young Jeezy — Bury me a G, but I’ma rerecord it, and see if I can make it better.

fullyloadedclip

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need more complexity; and dont be on here ALL day

crank that desert E

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cvd up up in this ho watch me pull that foty fo/ watch me load that megaman and superclap that ho/ shoooooot; shoot that cannon man x4/ megaman up in this ho watch me blast n watch me blow/i cock that cannon man its bigga than a than the arm of megaman; man i gotta iron hand/ ill slam u wit my giant hand/ ya head start spinnin like a silly fan/ barrel longer than a tucan/ i use two hands; i aim better with two magnums; cram him; stuffem up and bagum man/ slamem man clapem and watch his gums start flappin man like bubble gum he was smackin and, he ate them rounds so he started chokin than, bullets exploding when, i givem some toast, the steel longer than a bread loaf

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No you’re not the king of this shit.

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Damn and you say I sound white.

whoopYOHEADBOY

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u sound like u gotta dick in ur nose ROFLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHALMAOFUCKIN

whoopYOHEADBOY

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ill spit bitch i gotta mic leemi figure out to upload it

that just in case nigga

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I spit fire like a flamethrowa when i step on stage yo know this battles ova my boy greg locks the hustle russle locks the flow i give a hot beat then we wait to blow ive ben waitin to explode like a virgin bustin a nut pull out that sawn off n blow a whole in ya gut these niggas think we play around but them those same niggas layin on the ground wit blood sepin outa every major artery i move wit mad atillery ima keep it like T.I nigga you dont know me