How Did You Make Your Sig
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How Did You Make Your Sig
My tryout
I see a couple cats doin good wit big rims and windows tented/
Until I cave they chest so deep they got bears livin in it/
I got the knife to yo face and dare you to duck quickly/
Until I give a nigga 15 dimes....A buck fifty/
I'ma gunslinger, homeboy I blaze techs/
And it'll leave a nigga wrapped up like safe sex/
And yeah I done got a lil buzz since I blazed a track/
Shots to yo wave cap'll make brains collapse/
My style is drugs, so I got a weed flow,b/
My verses is pounds, every bar's like a free oz/
I got punches and punchlines that's made to feel/
I'll put I nigga lights out like he ain't pay the bill/
Yeah my knife sharp it'll leave you definetely cut/
And my gun like a dick...it'll leave shit messy when it bust/
Some of these niggas can't spit, they just faggots wit rhymes/
The Mag got a kickback like Jackie Chan in his prime/
I swat all the hatin off like shoo-fly, herb/
And I don't make dance songs, this aint "You got served"/
All them comments and shit, they don't faze me/
Cause I'm puttin chains on and gettin whips like I'm stuck in slavery/Easy!!!
Here is my tryout verse, not fullout or anything....
My mentality’s a common fallacy, to battle me you need
A pound of beef and astoundin amounts of heat/
Poundin a beat, puncture lungs like I’m runnin around with some cleats, profound it’s the new sound of the streets/
Impoundin the weak and deplete the resources you need to excrete elite lyrics, one rounds a defeat/
They crownin the king, call me the great like Alexander, the crowd enhancer after he founded the Greeks/
Like gout in ya knee I got you limpin, lyrics slippin, missin, its my mission to finish this with pinpoint precision/
Like the Christenin of Christ on Christmas I envision a rap holiday that’ll close business in every rich district/
Rippin hits and crippling bitches with lyrical incisions, like children on Ritalin to chill is what my wish is/
This lyrical exhibit is so explicit, I’ll diminish any emcee, slit wrists if they insist on spittin writtens/
Like quick kisses I’ll deliver it with one BLOW, go gun ho with one show, on stage I even stun pros/
Flowin like I got the runs though, rhymes thicker then Big Pun’s coat, hell would freeze before I become cold/
Make you a slave to be like I got ya freedom sold...
...Am I in?
me ermm i mad it in photo shop pro.... i got a pic n then added word n stuff..lol i could make you one if you gave me like a pic or sumtink to do it with...oh im makin one for sublimal crew....kk.tnx.... yo cna yall hit my battles up so they can be closed n i cna go battle sum more
You Get My Vote Man
Can You Make Me One With A Pic Of Lil Wayne That Says Thugged Out From The Beginnig
aight kk... but can u vote on my battles... speacilly the one gainst angul dust on the 1st page... then i will
how many votes do I need to be in?
2 votes thats it
yall can check out my battles in my sig do yall want me to spit some bars too...
Yeah
yo pusha you got that PM with the pic in i hope it suits ur needs best i good do quickly.... yo 1 of a kind ur in..oh our crew colors green mayne
kool
u like it was the best i could do
yeah shit hot