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ya’ll aint shyt this rap game is mine
i got a 12 gauge, mac 10 bout to let it loose/
a double duece duece, out tha window bout to let it shoot/
cuz when i get ta spillin, ima kill em just like im supposed to do/
i know i stole one rhyme, muthaphucka i didnt say it was mine/
im pissed off bout to blow out ya mind, like ya stepd on a landmine/
cuz ima stalkin gat fool, walkin jack move, ready to pap ya if i have to/
im fully straped, screamin out blatt!/ ready to blast on a muthaphucka, if he decide to come back/
i have no shame, noone to blame/ **** tha glock n aim, no embarrasment bout tha hood i claim/
bullet in yo head n let tha blood drain, drain/ spillin these rhymes out me phukin brain/
niggaz b goin insane, puffin on Budda takin a hit ta tha brain/
I’ve got a 9 millimeter stashed into my possesion/
bu noone beleives me askin me tha same ol bullsh*t questionz/
just come into my hood, n I’ll show u muthafukin doubters/
im comin wid outers, when i shoot ya, i dont want anymore pouters.

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lol azn u look like jin, or that asian dude in the chris brown/lupe fiasco freestyle

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I know i’m not the only who thinks that 2....

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Challenge me to a battle
I’ll show you as just a newborn
with a dime store rattle
Don’t fret
I see your running away to tattle
Learn to walk upright
Before you start bragging about how your shit’s tight
Learn the right from wrong
Before jotting these lyrics to the song
Now hush up bitch I’m trying rip my shit from this bong.

wait oh that’s your lyrical song?
I’m pulling my hair wondering how long you’ve fronted
To be honest if I gotta listen to more of your bullshit
I need to get blunted,
Shit really makes me sad
When you don’t realize how bad your shit really is
let’s pray this foo don’t have any kids.
Reppin Kanye?
How shall i say he’s a clubhitter
hold up I’m about to hit your babysitter.
Now go to your room and think of the lessons daddy just taught you.
Come back when you’ve thought of some real ryhmes
Then we’ll let the underground decide if your really worth my time.

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NORMALLY BATTLIN ISN’T MY SYTLE BUT I’LL GIVE IT A GO...........YOU TALKIN A WHOLE LOTTA SHIT JUS 2 HAV 1 HIT I AIN’T NU TOO THIS I’M TRU 2 THIS/BOY I’M SO DAMN FOOLISH MOST PEOPLE CALL ME UNRULY/SO GET BAC BEFORE I START BUSTIN MY TOOLA/SOME UNREHERSED FLO I JUS CAME UP WIT/I REALLY HOPE THAT WASN’T YO BEST SHIT/CUZ THIS KID HERE IS SIC/TELL U WHAT I’MMA DO GO BAC 2 YO PEN AND YO PAD/SO DON’T BE MAD BE GLAD I TOOK IT EASY ON U/SO THINK BEFORE U TALK/WATCH WHERE U WALK/HOPE THIS BE MY LAST TIME BATTLIN U g/CHECK OUT MY FIRST FLO/DON’T DOUBT IT I REP THE DIRTY SOUTH/WATCH YO MOUF/CUZ U REALLY DON’T WANT IT ME/THIS AIN’T REALLY NUTHIN' 2 ME/IT’S JUS FUNNY 2 ME// it’s on page 340.........SEE

Last edited 26 Jul 2008 03:56 pm by J REMYBREED

aznskillz NLI

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lol thanks man.

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it wasnt serious,lol

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CALL ME THE MASTA CHEF KNOWN FOR COOKIN UP ANY KINDA RHYME/GOT COOKIES,CAKE,AND PIES THAT’S NO LYE/LOOK ME IN MY EYES TELL ME WHY ALL MY GOOD NIGGAS GOTTA DIE/TRYIN 2 LIVE THIS THUG LIFE AND YO LIFE IS THA PRICE/U PAY TOO THA GRIM REAPER WHEN U GET HIT WIT THA STREET SWEEPER/A SMOOTH CRIMINAL IS WHAT U GOTTA BE IN THESE STREETS/A GHETTO SUPER STAR IS WHAT I WANNA BE/2 HAVE A CADDY SO CLEAN/POCKETS SO GREEN THEY STAY ON LEAN/A NECK THAT BLINGS A BADD CHICK ON MY TEAM/GOTTA HAVE THE AMERICAN DREAM/NEVA WAS A BORN HUSTLER ALWAYZ BEEN A BORN STRUGGLER/BUT I GOT THE MUSCLE 2 MAKE IT BUBBLE/SHOW CASTIN MY SOUTHERN FAME/A NU KING IN THE GAME/SHITS GONE CHANGE//(THIS 16 SO HOTT I GOT ME A NU RANGE!)

Last edited 26 Jul 2008 04:01 pm by J REMYBREED

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lookin for feedback its up the pm

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I need to know if this is real or pretend

I need to know if this world will end

Hopin that youll lend the things i need to survive

And i think its bout time that i dive

Into the oceans of abyss

Wonderin if ill ever me missed

Its time to discover the world that has yet been uncovered

I wonder

What else do i have to give

And do i really need to live

Your the only one thats there

The only one who care

I try to bare the results of this untold story

Livin thru the pages

Livin my life thru locked up cages

I need to break this life

I need to shine

Please God show me a sign

Lettin me kno this will all be fine

Where are they at where could they be

I wonder if theyll ever see tha real me

i need to kno that its all good

And that my life is finally understood

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There aint no other MC that can rap like me

And its just bout time that everyone sees

Im the illest freestyler so u must remember me

My rhymes are like jesus theyll set u free

Ya souls trapped in a cage

Ya hearts full of rage

Wanting revenge

Breakin the joints of hinge

Its not pretend

This is the real thing

Kasanova is here

You better start to fear

Im the new kid in tha city

Showin nobody pity

your rhymes so shity

Im the king of rap

Like lebron in basketball

Battle me and forsure ull fall

U gotta make that call

To step up or back down

I run this shit like a circus runs clowns

Viscious words runnin up tha spot

I ran the streets until i got caught

I got one life to live one life to give

Im gunna give it my all

im here and i stand 6 feet tall

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A shot to the throat deals a blow to the vision


With a mission for precision with it’s neural division


As the thoughts drift along with every disposition


To the carefree mass of mindless decisions


Remission’s a nightmare of epic proportions


The goal isn’t recovery —


It’s total distortion


So just pour some more until your instinct hits the floor


Let your vitals start to roar until it seems like less is more


It’s an encore of chaos until your will is broken


Telling token secrets that were better left unspoken


Before you’re choking on blood...


or is it raspberry pucker??


And screaming “mother fucker!" till they mix you another


Sobreity is fading, invading the edges of time


Ticking off the hours with a fresh wedge of lime


Sublime retention then divine intervention


As your sin hits the toilet as a crude introspection


Confession forgotten, the aroma so rotten


Passed out on the couch, drowning guilt in its cotton

The spirits forgotten, not knowin who you are

Wonderin how the hell you made it this far

When you stuck behind bars

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NORMALLY BATTLIN ISN’T MY SYTLE BUT I’LL GIVE IT A GO...........YOU TALKIN A WHOLE LOTTA SHIT JUS 2 HAV 1 HIT I AIN’T NU TOO THIS I’M TRU 2 THIS/BOY I’M SO DAMN FOOLISH MOST PEOPLE CALL ME UNRULY/SO GET BAC BEFORE I START BUSTIN MY TOOLA/SOME UNREHERSED FLO I JUS CAME UP WIT/I REALLY HOPE THAT WASN’T YO BEST SHIT/CUZ THIS KID HERE IS SIC/TELL U WHAT I’MMA DO GO BAC 2 YO PEN AND YO PAD/SO DON’T BE MAD BE GLAD I TOOK IT EASY ON/SO THINK BEFORE U TALK/WATCH WHERE U WALK/HOPE THIS BE MY LAST TIME BATTLIN U g/CHECK OUT MY FIRST FLO/DON’T DOUBT IT I REP THE DIRTY SOUTH/WATCH YO MOUF/CUZ U REALLY DON’T WANT IT ME/THIS AIN’T REALLY NUTHIN' 2 ME/IT’S JUS FUNNY 2 ME// it’s on page 340.........SEE///

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your exactly right battlin ain’t your style/don’t come at me if your gona hold back/I’m trying to feel out your tact/trust me taking it easy/will do nothin for you except make the shit you spit come out corny and cheesy/Boy you need to put your shit in park/by the sounds of your rhyming your riding in the dark/learn some better toy flo’s/before your coming at me frontin your b boy pose/tuck your orange tip uzi away/If your for real then i’m gona let the 9 milli spray/Don’t tell me to watch my mouth/cause you’se about to end up with a head full of clout/trust me this shit is anything but rehearsed/oh I got a head full of verses/I’m just laughing at you with your closet full of purses/Foo here’s a shovel go dig your own grave/I been doin this shit since the third grade/You need to gather up your nuts like a squirrel and go hide in the tree’s/before you gotta beg for mercy, down on two knee’s/trust while your busy reading this I’m hitting your breeze/please do something productive like learn how to read/Trust I still got ink and paper/If your gona leave your rep out like that I’m for sure gona rape her/nothin flows better than the east to the west/with this rate at best we can’t even call your dirty south second best.......

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HOLD ON I COMIN WALK AND GUNNIN/THERE AIN’T NEED 4 U TOO START RUNNIN/U MUST BE A DUMMY THINKIN U MOVIN ME/BUT I SEE I’M UNDER YO SKIN LIKE SUM KINDA DIAEASE/MAKE U WISH U HADN’T FUCK WIT ME/THAT WAS A SET RAP NOW U TRAPPED LIKE A RAT/WIT NO WAY 2 LEAVE/I’M JUS LAUGHIN AT U JUS EMPOWERED ME TO DEVOUR MY WORDS LIKE CLAM CHOWDER/WIT YO BITCH IN MY GOLDEN SHOWER/SHE SUC MY NUTZ JUS A SILLY SLUT/CUZ NO GAY SHIT HERE YOU REALLY THE QUEER THAT’S CRYSTAL CLEAR/U BEEN GET PUNK’ED SINCE THE THIRD/SO U SHOULD BE USE TO THINGS LIKE THIS WHEN IT HAPPEN 2U/AND NEVER,EVER,EVER,EVER,CALL THE DIRTY SECOND BEST/THAN U WILL END UP A BLOODY MESS//SO FUCK U AND HAVE A MISERABLE DAY......LOL AT U.

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HOLD ON I COMIN WALK AND GUNNIN/THERE AIN’T NEED 4 U TOO START RUNNIN/U MUST BE A DUMMY THINKIN U MOVIN ME/BUT I SEE I’M UNDER YO SKIN LIKE SUM KINDA DIAEASE/MAKE U WISH U HADN’T FUCK WIT ME/THAT WAS A SET RAP NOW U TRAPPED LIKE A RAT/WIT NO WAY 2 LEAVE/I’M JUS LAUGHIN AT U JUS EMPOWERED ME TO DEVOUR MY WORDS LIKE CLAM CHOWDER/WIT YO BITCH IN MY GOLDEN SHOWER/SHE SUC MY NUTZ JUS A SILLY SLUT/CUZ NO GAY SHIT HERE YOU REALLY THE QUEER THAT’S CRYSTAL CLEAR/U BEEN GET PUNK’ED SINCE THE THIRD/SO U SHOULD BE USE TO THINGS LIKE THIS WHEN IT HAPPEN 2U/AND NEVER,EVER,EVER,EVER,CALL THE DIRTY SECOND BEST/THAN U WILL END UP A BLOODY MESS//SO FUCK U AND HAVE A MISERABLE DAY......LOL AT U.

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Foo ain’t no one running/I’m standing straight up in your face/About to take a puff before I put you in your place/This ain’t no race homie/From what you’ve shown me/please start keeping your shit low key/By the looks your the one all twisted up in the verse/you need to relax or you’ll find yourself face down in a hearse/You ain’t no disease/your ryhming’s just a tease/oh and best believe your girl is still between my knees/Listen to you like you said devouring your own words/man you just a nerd/The only thing crystal clear/Is the piss stains on your pants and the smell of fear from your collar/you know what your girl told me 2cents to make her holler/Oh and if you read my rhymes right I said “your dirty south don’t even make second best”/Fool I’m from the west/give me a real test/warning me about the bloody mess/will get you a slug put right through your chest.

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I can spit yo

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somethin I’m workin on...


jesus scriptures schmesus scriptures, a P’s kannipta/
leaves us with the world half gone like the siege of hitler//
if pictures convey a thousand words, then how can turds/
in haliburton funded campaigns ever be seen as sound in person//
critics depicted as growlin curs when in fact/
fineprint on government syntax reads break out ya tin hats//

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Haha..

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either im stupid, you’re smart, or your shit doesnt make sense at all.

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BYE BYE BLACC SHEEP

Last edited 27 Jul 2008 06:51 pm by J REMYBREED