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im english so i dnt care bout tthat
its justified ya no tit for tat
what they did was the shcools problem
hu cares its up to them
a life for a life hu gives a fuk
more didnt die thats dwn to luck
its all over unfortunatly
hope it happends again proberly
8/11
8/ ll fuck that i was born on the seventh tie that up in ur biblical shit
then add cats the biggest dick, 9th 11 september sent causalties to heaven
take ur arms we be blowin up ur bodies like 12 gauge close range, shottys
fake a stand commin for u and all ur mans ur oil will farm think ur naughty
were pissed and haughty u cant touch or aim at us cause u will lame.
misconstrue what you thought u could gain we own all the fame its our game!
shown to you thro our reign drops so big your best troops will be slain
in god we trust but just to show u that we dont fuck, we do it in vain!
and the next topic is........^^^^
flowt didnt leave a topic... so
n/t rb.com
rap battles dot com, more like boarding house for lyrics
they'll have to buy shares in the world wide web
................................if they wanna fit any more in it
they got writers been here for life, post's close to six figures
some spend more time in rb.com
..............................than serial murderers spend in prisons
i ponder on the shit myself sometimes, and think about practicality
is it really worth these hours on rb
..................................and these suckers that lack rap formality
n/t 'tryna read flowless trash'
im sittin here readin this flowless garbage, shits trash
how much is this dude gon' talk bout how his pistol blast
he aint a real emcee off blistery winters fuckin begginers
you niggaz aint shit, ya'll aint pro's ya'll just wanna-be winners
talkin bout how you rep a set flame a tech ill snap ya neck
your wack you cant fow so you gets no fuckin respect
^ Whats the next topic.
Ill Give One.
Army
Left, Left, Left right left,
Im da strongest yet, ill strap explosives to ya chest/
n dare ya to move, No tecks, no more my guns improve,
Went from water, pellets, to bigger thangs that will have u removed//
Nigga i'll feed you sumthin, that aint FDA improved,
WoOPz, you Loose, cuz u lacked tools, n i leave da case.... un prooved../
da type 2 cause Choas 4 fun, dont touch guns cuz ya mom dont approove,
you got lil waves, Im like a Psunamie to you, Ill march wit no shoes//
Your death Dates Due, ill leave ya face see through, if i see you,
Capture n torture ya ass, n this one man army... Aint ever gon free you/
ohh n my bad, next topic... is... RapBattles.com
i seek the section of perfection pen and pencil indeed
unique connections set in motion unintentionally
within a world of sordid sex in unconventional scenes
i caught a fix a sort of mix of raw dissention it seems
like its mentioning me wildin out and textin it free
next to step thru da screen*knuckles crack*im Vexin wit heat
noxious locks when I speak tied in knots incomparable beats
rock like stomps on the teeth curbin grief unconscionable feats
heartbeat stops on a key type of rush that hurts when I breath
like im burstin a splein certain herbs get burnt in the breeze
while im workin the screen merkin fiends beserk for the team
open mic or at ease loungin intellectually cypher battling free
droppin heat chill or compete......
.........................Rapbattles.com crazy from the hood to the street
*PS* dont step up if ya lyrics got some grimey ass knees
nxt-got some grimey ass knees
grimey ass knees? haa, just likE CEE DEEZ,
he gotz hes knees blown off cuz he was wearn a two piece//
But these knees rite here could walk 400 fuckn kilo-me... Ters,
Ima soldier rockn fresh sneakers wit da matchin tee-shirt//
Step on my turf is Like stepPn in da middle of a time mine,
Cuz you'LLl be murked, You'LL be famous like you was on primetime//
I dont jus say it cuz it does rhyme, i like Really do commit crimes,
Duquesne Ave also known as D-Block is were da Crime Climbs//
Bf'or i moVed its at its peak, force'n drivers out da driver seat,
PuTn ya Knees to work, to Walk To da station of da Policce//
ummm next topic = Stop Snitchin
snitchen at an all time high, when you decide,
to handle yourself like a man, and tell it right,
fuck what the police say, nigga your dead,
let me catch ya slippin nigga, lay you to rest,
snitchen never help ya son, yo ass is done,
claimin that ya had no choice, but to run,
yo mouth is too big let me close it some for ya,
i'll slightly pull the gat out the stash, heres somthin for ya,
now ya aint snitchen shit.....but a hollow point tip..........
\....aight then my niggas......the next topi0c will be....:
assasinating the grim reaper.......
assasinate the grim reaper, i do the shit at close range
reaper no ho'n this kid, the bitch dont even pose game
i steal his cloak'n pole away, the blade set deep within
and i'll reap the fucker out, back from beneath his skin
here to collect my soul, but im not finished with it yet
grim gets reaped of his rep, and retired a withered vet
nt/not enough hours in a day
THE CLOCK TICS DOWN TILL MIDNIGHT
24 HOURS IN ONE DAY, IT'S TO TIGHT
WE NEED LONGER DAYS & MORE HOURS
MORE SUNSHINE, & TIME FOR FLOWERS
TO BLOOM, IT WOULD BE GOOD FOR ALL
FOR MORE TIME FOR FRIENDS TOO CALL
A Love Letter
put your little post in block letters and drop it
it dont make you exempt tho
..........................from leavin the next topic
Cling 2 ery word of dis jus like a book you readin'/cuz ery word got mo' flava than what ya momma cook dis evening/ read between da lines than you'll find da rhyme you should be seekin'/ery commas full wit meaning/ Cloven Hooves, truth is speakin/Come & walk in da shoes of an outsida/ Run & Stalk in da views of devote writaz/ like crouched spiderz/ or venom mouth vipaz/ when We strike/ you suprised like We Al Qeda/ Yall in mo of a fanasty than Megan Windholm/ da sin in ya soul is a syndrome/ but ya think it's a norm to be dis wrong/ til ya heart's a big stone/ With No Part Of HIS Home/ Life's like a novel/ ya life's a story/ You just a character but The Author Get's Da Glory/ abusin' The Editor often gets ya buried in da plot It's when they carry ya to a coffin in a hurry/ The End
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