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I push a S-55 bitch 120G's spent
and I got ferrari doors before 50cent
and I fuck my land lord for free rent
And my wifey is fucking pregnant
See shit gets fucked up when least expected
I hear Tupac in Lil scrappy...ressurected
In anacostia south east I got connections
and in the projects
Ofcourse it's logic
I give the youngins yay on cosignment
Then they are an employee associate and client
I come across as a man shy and quiet
But my fists often go on auto-pilot
I never said that I'm the nicest
But when it comes to reality
My words are where to find it
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Bear witness, Camoflauge in the vecinity
...Life's a bitch and I took its' virginity/
My lyrics on a beat is great chemistry
Yeah I'm a school boy with them street tendacies/
In da rap game theres a lot of vacancies
People be patient I'm what your waiting to see/
You can't see me, but you can feel da heat
About 1 billion degrees go to the mic from my teeth/
Like a virgin pussy I just can't be beat
So I'll neva have to suffer the agony of defeat/
Only da strong survive and we take from da weak
Like a pea-shooted to an A-R15 you can't compete/
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Yea im dope...cant help it its becoming a problem
Like that white shit being passed in downtown harlem
Police watching...they tapped the cell and flashed the licence plate
Thats why now we use peigions and rabbits to communicate
Pull 3 hoes..give em dick..now they wanna be wives
Well imma have 3 ex's...like my tall tee size
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I spit Paint Thinner at all y'all ass clowns...
I'm too large at life to fit into these genes that have been passed down...
I'll laugh out of turn and won't raise a hand to portray a wine glass...
I'll just say a rhyme fast and ya'll will say I've redefined rap...
I'm doper than 50-cent... dime bags that is...
I'm not phat, I'm thin and I hate fat kids... I joke and play around with what fact is...
So call me a G, I've OD'd on being an evil MC...
D-E... see the vil age older than me... I guess I'm just an old OG... Oh gee...
So I'm turning around, walking away with a cold shoulder...
Wait, it's melting away... Aw well, at least this PG show is over...
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alotta ni99as get it but they just cant hold it/
i been on RB for years and they just dont know it//
i do my own vocals not high paid singer/
and i still got a buzz like YJ stinger//
dont ask to battle less your money on the line/
cuz you'll feel the million dollar dream if my money on ur mind//
im nice dont let no one tell you different
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In my free time I stampeed on weak minds..
That way only the Strong born'll Meet mind/-/
In three lines I'll re-fry whole blocks wit ten..
Deprive lives in five of ALL oxygen..
Just lock your kin, While my mercinaries open them,
You wack ni99as brag about steppin' over broken men..
I'll chew that ass up like Canibalistic ethiopians..
like pokemon, I Battle, Evolve & start Choken men/-/
Just so witnesses can witness the Listless list of fallen kids..
Punches Bouce off my body like fans in heavy Medal Chorous's Or mosh pits
lol
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Rollin no less then 20 deep to any motherfuckin club
waitin on no lines all the bouncers showin us love
get to the bar give the tender a kiss an a hug
order some bottles of goose for me and my troops,
gettin crunk is what we came here to do
now all i want is you you and ahhh you to come back 2 my room,
hope you like to party cuz we gonna be fuckin till noon
but first i gotta go to work gotta do somethin bout my thirst
orderin up 2 shots like if I was Pac, we got this party on lock
look in v.i.p all you see is me wit 4 or 5 bitches grabbin on my white tee
I aint no sucka all i do is feed these bitches pee, who got a dutch
cuz i'm tryna blaze some tree still smokin in the club and i live in NYC
this is just a couple of hours in the life of DEENI
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Get put to the test... But i'll leave my foot in ya chest
Wit a stove like flow... you 'll burn and cook like the rest
Yeah... any cat can try these skills
My computer's injected with a virus... see how my lines be ill
Some of these cats with they fact raps, just apply greased thrills
I'm uncontained... sick of enough to make the entire league spill
Nuthin'
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I must confess im tha best,
leavin you herbs in tha ground at rest,
if you live you must be blessed,
but i doubt you do, you'll fail my test,
my bars of text impale ya chest,
Standin over ya carcus screamin WHO's Next?
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im good but i dont self-praise//even though im like iron wiv a golden glaze//im not all about fame and wealth//im here to let my lyrics speak for itself//live to me anit nuttin but a rap game//n i love it the way it is so i keep it all the same//if u wana battle then let me kno'//ill unleash my lyrical flow//verbly abuse u//mentally confuse you//the way ur use to//cus u cant handle the shit that i do//its neva cold but i always see u shiver//must b on accounta u cant handle the lyrics i deliver//
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Yep, my bars smashin'... wrecked like car crashes
And any cat who steps up... will feel disrespect with hard actions
Disturbing scene... when i rip like a vile savage
And pushing nigga's records back like file cabinets
Spit in wild captions... the kid is superb and eye catching
You try vexing... I'll make it hard for you to spit like ya dry necking
Self-glorification... Dawg I'm the best at it
Producing art when I drop like the text graphics
Got the net trapped in... and rationing out the best punches
And every line you hear... was something I told the cat as suggest punches
All I'm tryna do is prove and convince that the messiah is here
My voice is the tissue of hip hop's weaping... i'm drying the tears
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Finish later
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^^nice
Flows Sik wit Delicate WORDZ inSinceble Verbz appeals to be Lured blazen De'z HerbsLyrically Insured
"Ars" shynes so BRIGHT Lines Are Nyce Nigga Smashes FIGHTS"Ars" shit is so Plated his rhymes shine at NYTE
INCREDIBLE HEAT yall spellin DEAFEATcuz "Ars" will leave yall OFF-OF-YA-FEATSpark and RETREAT
AHH.BORED..JUST TALKIN BOUT MYSELF..^^NUFFIN BUT MULTIS
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^dope verse.
I got bars like candy, but they just ain't dandy
they get alittle twisted, more or less bare-fisted
skills unbearable, my name is real, and unswearable
you sayin' i'm not tight, gets you a vote of terrible
i slap emcee's like slap on bracelets, scared to face this
mothafucka's know i'm sick, cause i rap, and i'm racist
touched by hand of my god, i rock the socks off ya I-POD
then nod, and wave ya sorry ass goodbye, I get high,
and still kick the most insane spits, that leave niggas stuck to the toilet like shits
i rock abercrombie, and still get hoes, i rock to rob zombie, and still got flows
I hose ya, for my mic is untouchable, like you and jesus
I'm the realest on RAPBATTLES, you better believe this.
