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ummmm I guess they gotta start somewhere
although when I spit; shits gets thick just like a bum hair/
Ever since I been ownin the cypha, I seen only a lil' competition
But alot of cats diss but when I diss back, they come up missin/
I guess it's my turn to pay my dues
Many cats done got dropped tryin to play, like pool//KES
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Anyone can say that they got a real purpose/
or say they got heart but talk is just worthless/
soft served bitches think they sweet like ice cream/
I laugh and you scream as I stab and yo eyes bleed/
size of gun to the speed of the fist, this is it/
resistin with fire don't stop a devil, ain't that some shit/
in bliss, i'm a scholar of the sharp, keep on hollerin/
Slicin open mcs since i'm attempting to-get-my-doctorin/
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Man fuck a freestyle dis a keystyle
im droppin shit 2 make the G'z wild
we got the green piled
getting twist off the clean vials
u neva been dialed
This the underground shit 2 make u think
we coppin mad plant crops and crashin brinks
showin the mad hops drive that breakin rinks
don't come around my hood like yo shit dont stink
throwin elbows across the globe
grindin gettin hoes
throwin up gang signs and metal poles
settle the tekken bowls
fight with little discresion when mah weapon blows
we got dice games with pots of gold
short steppin got yo face up unda mah boot
whatchu thinkin? U really thought I wouldn't shoot?
get out dis bitch 4 a really let u fuckin have it
ima break this motha fucka like a bad habit
Wha!
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ill snuff u punch u grab a knife an gut u,
just like a micheal jackson novel who wants to be like duggy howser,
u want to but u cant so get back for i for i put u in a slant of mind,
just think about how im boutz to ruin ur life,
see its everyone else rhymes they readin,
but look bitch now whos the one bleedin,
everytime i count i cant see um,
but slut im but to rap till u start prechin,
nigga u ruined ur life by readin this,
go back to the ghetto so u can seein clits,
u aint shit u white boi is what they be sayin,
but i caught up to yall now look whos salyin...
holla at chat white boi ~1~
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Ayo some of my punches ain't knockin you, but leavin you sore tho
Others landin just like the kicks of Eddy Gordo/
I couldn't help I had to go wit the Tekken theme
Instead of the usually techs and cream/
But that's enough for right now cause I'm reachin for rhymes
But I'm still typin my rhymes, one key at a time//KES
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Blackin eyes punchin guys and breakin noses.....
came to ur funeral to piss on ur grave and clip roses....
i speak the werdz of god just like moses...
u desolate like clovis....out in New Mexico.....
And still catch more balls...but in ur mouth....than Burres, Plexico(plaxico)
Keep steppin hoe and it don't matter where u from....
Cuz i'll fuck over like Jenny and i got a gun.......1
So Peaceezy dawgs get left greasy...
And any other bitch who stop by and don't please me...
Leave me.....tha fuck alone bitch i don't need u...
but i'll skeet skeet skeet just to fuckin see-d u..
See-d who????/ see-d's nuts.....
And shawty still wanna ride like my name was yung buck.....
wack as hel and off topic i know....but a freestyle nonetheless....
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My 400th post and i'm sayin hell Yeah,
300 posts ago i was flyweight here
And i just can't believ i'm goin on 401....
This has been my dream since i was very yung....
Now i'm lokin 4wd to gettin a new label....
The thing under ur avy as i'm kritkally unstable.....
And once again anotehr wack drop....but
My 401st posts compared to sum is still hot
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Yo, Im new here , but not to the game but you don't see me on the block going insane/
Yea , you already know what's gonna happen/
Homies selling that dope , when guns are clapping /
You can see me on the block just rapping/
When my head's in the game I can make it happen/
Im netural , Im not from the crips or bloods/
They over here thinking they thugs/
So don't get me wrong , this rap is not long and im
bout to end this prolong .
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Makin money makin cash....really just tryna make buck quite fast,
Usually by sellin drugs but now i'm givin ass,
Pimpin high class, got the hoes on smash,
And still hit and be done quicker than whiplash,
But still dont give a fuck......
I'm just a squirrell in the world tryna bust a nut,
And i'm fin ta get 1,
As soon as all the dickriders quit ridin, this shit ain't free,
I needs my money biatch i'm a P.I.M.P
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Nuttin to do, so ima spit to pass da time
Some fools stuntin? homie pass da nine
They ass be mine, we gon c if they can drop quick
Gunnin but they aint runnin faster then i can cock it
Spittin da hot shit, from glocks and from my writtens
Strikin fear into da hearts of cats or mo' like kittens
And those who oppose me, will sho c, how da tech work
Spittin hot slugs up in yo frame, that'll make yo neck jerk
I like a high skilled butcher wit beef, well mo' like an expert
I done comitted alot of crimes but never admitted to one
Dont get it twisted son, im like an ex army colonel...
.........................................da way i addicted to guns
Addicted to huns, flipped they buns, hit it raw then bounced
Now they all runnin up witout they drawers tryna b my spouse
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Whats cracking,
Me cause I'm what this place is lacking,
someone with game,
You all will no my name,
When I beat you one on one its not the ref's faul its your skills at blame,
As you can see I love to rap about me,
Cause I'm Zsqaured an Official PIMP.
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yo don't even battle me and to you all i advise
You'll rap game will be denied and i ain't tellin lies
and u betta be ready so it ain't no surprise to ur eyes...u hear me
I ain't jokin around this is a caution statement I ain't playin around
my rhymes start flowin u betta hit the ground
Yo I will soon be on BET and MTV cause can't u see that I'm a true MC
It's Cool Wip ya'll
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Wuzz happnin, erry muthafucka a 'pimp' these days
But yo i keep it real, u'll c that when my heat sprays
De-lays, cant happen when its ur direction that my gat blastin
Cuz each slug gon b catchin, u in yo frame n getcho ass dancin
Gaspin, for air but its too late aint no1 there who care
Leavin u on yo back dead cold n wit a lifeless glassy stare
Life aint fair, and muthafuckas like y'all ^ make it look shitty
When so many of y'all think u gangstas but grown up in burb citys
I wont front, 90% of y'all be rappers cuz all u do is talk
But theres a few whos gangsta, n will leave yo ass in chalk
Not many who do that walk tho, most is jus marks
Thinkin they pushin 'cool whips', when all they got is karts
He ^ wont come n diss me, cuz its obviously that hes scared
Even muthafuckin science geeks rappin, wit names like zee-squared
Y'all best be pre-pared, cuz i back hundred miles and gunnin
Fake cats saw me comin, bounced at hundred miles n still runnin
Cheya, holla back fools.
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ghetto ima show you how to do this obviously your lost,
this aint dr.suess so you cant show your nursery rhymes off//
dude dont make me cough my name hasnt even taken effect,
are you wun of those kids who raps wack to get attention cause he suffers from neglect//
im listenin to rock music unlike me and still diggin ya grave,
you in here with 16 lines of wack...what made you get that brave//?
what tha fuk does cheya mean is that like your personal dialect for us,
dude your your rhymes aint sick but your wackness is begginin to affect us//
your a noweight in tha ghetto that's real original,
my guess is you say that so you can fit weak in somewhere in the middle//
fake cats saw you cumin and they ran so you wouldnt rub of on em,
cause unlike you their tryin to elevate your singin while your beatin ya dick tryin to rub one off on em//(you dont rap you sing)
this my fare well hope to never see you again,
how did you become 1-0 battlin your other name thinkin no one would notice it//
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hold up... new cat in tha cypher... my rappin' is tighter... fuck a middleman, i'll skip you 'n' rip ya ghostwriter... now most fighters can give it 'n' take it... ya don't live it, ya fake it... ya image is naked... i see through ya white lies... a human being scarred, one boom, ya seein' stars like we drew tha night skies... we knew tha right guys... that'll kick ass for a dimebag... 'n' no fag leaves without a toetag... so pop ya Rolaids cuz i'm know to burn a gut... blast til ya ashes then i smash ya urn to dust... all my tracks is ones that cats is turnin' up... who tha fuck are you??? the next little worm that's squirmin' up...