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I'm feelin real Dipset right now...........
I switch my style up
Keep the 40 cal tucked
When it start to pow bruh
The bodies gon pile up
Yeah dog I tuck the fo'
Fuck the hoes, Cut the snow
Sluts'll blow, when I get my nuts I go
That's how you do it chick
When you see that fluid drip
Then you know you doin
You gon leave me fluidless
*sighs*
I had to get that out my system
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hey Im rile and im doin this/
lemme leave u toothless/
im young and ruthless/
even if u had a gun ud be bulletless/
this aint a callout im flowin//
but I do like to leave ppl rowin/
up a on way stream tha wrong way/
man this is gonna be a long day/
dont like to battle mcees that are gay, they//
might start to like me mebe even fan write me/
but Im not like that homos, go get some more HIV/
this freestyle came so quick u should time me/
Im Irish and ur words make me say "blimey!!"//
lol had to get that out man no challengers where I live dude
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I'm getting real Tired, Of all these Biters /
They ignite me like Fire, thinkin they Writers /
But all they do it copy someone Elses Shit /
I'll Melt this Bitch, He ain't Dealt with This /
They be misSpellin 'Crips', Makin me Hunger for More /
Like Lloyd Banks. I'ma stalk in Front of the Store /
I ain't Done I got More, If I lose my Current Battle /
I'll shoot em up to bits, Like I control a Turrents Handle /
With the power to just point, aim, shoot, It's The End /
The person I battled aint' a rapper, the Bitch PreTend /
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word....... check it, im here to direct it. it flowz like shit out ya anal.
uncontrollable diarrhea, cramping your style like your guts i stapled.
i rec the mic recordings of stressed letters breaking into a storm.
in the eye as it swirls wind winding i have the power to transform.
Reborn like metamorphisis a fucking paralizing terror seeking bliss.
to take its eternal happiness and leave with it, my blood fatal kiss.
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My flow is like water flowin down the nile
u cats who say it aint, are all in denial
I'm tryin to be hot, be cool calm and keen
write my verse and at the same time keepin it clean
or at least I try with every rhyme I make to elevate
or get ppl excited like it's their very first date
1st inpressions are for ever, but sex is beta
if u got them both, then man u got a double heada
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ina matter of minutes
Get real, many emcees could get they shit spilled
talk slick and like rick you get killed
my spit real like that ass off of tip drill
niggas act dummy and they fallin like they kill bill
in mere minutes you niggas'll be scared of me
the ambulance comin for you its an emrgency
got the doctors and the nurses actin urgently
trying to save your life through a surgery
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How to handle succas
any of you...
gawn head do whut you do/
my competition aint ready I'm ahead of them dudes/
all they content limited to murder with gats
and aint even busted a grape...barely swinging a bat/
now where is you at? really whats the meaning of that?
is you livin another nigga life out when you rap?
because word on the street is you came in church
most of us did succa nigga so why even perp/
not only do it make you lame, but it make you a twrep
quit lyin and testifyin before you sleep in the dirt
in a shallow garve succa, t-shirt and skirt
this aint perp in the NATI thats how we deal with JERKS!
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home invasions
Its friday night and im bored
think i might go next door and cut their power cords
upstairs i creep quiet as a mouse bout to scare the fuck outta your spouse
i got a knife in my belt and wont hesitate to stab you if you cry for help
so lets see whats valuable
i know what im doin isnt quite admirable but hey i need some loot
and an adrenaline rush to boot
we got VCR's and exspensive jewlery
its time to flee the cops are on the way
i go out the lock picked door the way i came in
but fuck i just kicked over their metal trash bin
it made a lotta noise i musnt of been showing alot of poise
but hey theres still time to go out with the boys i know its late
but this rort was somethin to celebrate
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3style
my 3style baby is like sugar cubes in oatmeal
-the more sugar in the dish the sweet the taste feels
my rhymes are the cronic elevation is a thing of the past for me
-coz to elevate is my need for cake and thats blown straight past me
living for my sins spitting from topic to topic i cant stop it
-a certain urge is my prophit but still they try to knock it
newby slut bitches sending me pm's wattttttup trems
-i send them straight back wattttttup i aint yo friend
in my sig is my crew like food i munch any1 who fucks wit my shit
-my flow is like slitting yo intestine, i have u pissing out of yo tits
ma style is unique i cant sleep ma rhymes keep me awake for hours
-why theese newby fucking hoes wanna get down my trousers, (yeah)
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Taking propaganda daily like pills we belive in this fake shit like it was real
Bush knock down the towers...It was all a set and paid job to the military
While taking of innocent people and focusing on war convenice comes to appeal
Taking lives of many while goal is not weapons but oil in Iraq's deep
All i hear through the speakers is Bush this bush that while you cant see
That Bin Landen was highered and they paid his purposes
Together as one nation we fight for nothing but more curses...
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i be bustin mad free(z)..turn ya 2 ice shits below ~-500 degreez~..
when i be pumpin through da matress..girls want IT wit ya monthers ~bitch plz~
i always be grindin 4 da chickin...and grindin 4 da ~pipe at night~
can't go 2 wayz..so i'll be droppin "dukes" though da vocals but ~shits 2 tight~
they call me TRUST cuz i can bust..leavin niggas in ~lost in found~
so BELIVE ME i aint weak an emcee..want me..just ~post a round~...
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nice.............................................. .......
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if its my flow,watch tha rhymes turn cold,ice over and rot from mold,or so im told.....
tha freestyle sold to tha consumer cause its a product,too much shit i get caught up...
this shit i thought up,put it on paper,grab a pen and then i rape ya,on this caper.....
freestyle maker,rob and ducktape ya,put tha mic to ya temple,start tha instrumental...
be oh so gentle,my game is mental,but so is gravity,still im livin lavishly,actually....
actin savagely,now i have perspective,different out looks on how i wreck it.......
bitches check it,baby on tha way,still im tokin hay,take my stress and pass tha day....
now i say,a time for work,a time for play,to be a man is still divine,a true mans mind....
and u may find,something thats not worthless,purchase a perfect wife,she deserves it.
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with lawless causes, i flaunt the dead like a flawless carcus
mock this.? n lose ya place even if your name was mark-us
the sharpest toungues bring whiplashes n sting ya ass 2 ashes
the last classes, gather around in hurds like the past masses
heres your chance..now grab it, wrap it, mic it then vocab it
the rehabs tragic, ive lost the tase for static.. i stay automatic
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Nah, fuck that bullshit... I aint about the drama.
God, thank you for my peoples, my sista and my mama.
Lord, thank you for the daily bread.
And, thank you for the roof over my head.
I pray for the dead...
Matta fact, I pray for the ones whos livin in the system.
For all my homies in the struggle man, you know I miss em.
And shit, I pray for the entire school district.
For all the children who grow up to become teen statistics.
And Lord, lemme ask if it pleases you.
But uh... Can you also make a cure for all diseases too?
God, please reveal your truth to me.
Cuz they dont know what these streets tryda do to me.
Aint new to me...
Despite the hell we in, I stay Christian.
Tryda stop sinnin...
And hope to God that I'll be forgivin.
Startin to think about my own religion.
I tryda be good, but it looks like the devils winnin.
Why everybody and they mama trippin?
More concerned about the rhymes they spit --
Instead about the lives they livin.
Hell is hot, thugz on the block, gettin shot.
And these twats, stupid hoes on they cots, sellin rot.
Plus the swat, but the cops, they cant stop, the growth of pot.
And everybody tryna setup shop...
So before I go insane, bound with chains, locked in a cage.
I'm releasing the demons from my brain, to this entire page.
Check the profile...
You know my name, you know my age.
Fuck my life history muhfuhkaz, it hasnt changed.
I'm still the same...
I'm still gon claim...
I'm still gon bang...
I'm still gon represent my gang, until I fuckin hang.
I got a record and I'm wanted up in three counties.
I gotta bounty, and I'm still down here gettin rowdy.
I came from Florida man, down where niggaz dirty.
South of the border man, I know yall niggaz heard me.
I gotta million of yah muhfuhkaz tryna curse me.
And posters of my ass from Florida all the way to Jersey.
Undercovers tryda hurt me, but they microfones alert me.
Thats why I'm in the sky, with my own ghetto birdy.
Now tell me that aint dirty...
Nigga thats some dirty, dirty...
Purchass a mermaid, and I'll have that white girl there in thirty.
Hahahah.