yo dis boy love to spit i love da mac clip
coc back burst dat fill ma bag wit dem casino chips
niggaz hate and dnt give me da love an da respeck
flows sharpa dan a knife-um willing to slice yo neck
admit it you deminished by da time um finished you aint wit it
i just clip it den eat it da money you cant keep it
get it into yo brain um madda dan eminem wit a mental desease
say please wen they vote4me da best in mexico city
written voices makes hidden noises
yo after I ryme whats the purpose
cause the boy makin an impact In this rap shit
you dont scratch the surface
ya boy is perfect cause no one wants to try me
send me a call out and some poor guy about to be cryin
in pain in agony cuz his ass is dyin
murder threw vocabulary insults and alphebetical manslaughter
ya boy blaze like terry porter
I used to sell drugs
and buss shells n slugs
now i spit flows
stealin souls from thugs
Hey whut up motha fucka my name is dvsmind
u bout to realize dat i'm one of a kind
i come from a hood where niggaz dont play
step outta line they quick to pull an AK
step to a nigga like me and i'll leave yo ass hurt
crush a niggaz ribs and crush his face in the durt
the one thing i cant stand is when niggaz be snitchs
nxt day the cops will find they bodys liein in ditches
fuck all the the punk niggaz dat wanna step to me
guess i'll have to introduce they face to my knee
i figured i've used more than the 6 line limit
dats all i need to merk yo ass in a new york minuet
HOLLA
ya boy on a level way hotter then the devils
i'm Rox cuz I stayed poppin since i was a pebble
i always use improper language like a word rebel
spit verbs that can litterally dig ya grave like a shouvel
my mouth has killed more people then a stainless piece of metal
I used to sell drugs
and buss shells n slugs
now i spit flows
stealin souls from thugs
(this aint meant to start no beef wit ya'll... jus on some bullshit so dont take it personal especially you mods.)
if you want it you can eat it
mac i heat it while you sleepin
in ya hood might see me creepin
give you terrors like a demon
ima hustla didnt stutta
cause im BORN to make ya suffa
acCREDited by BOUNCEn brothers
u country crock im smooth like butter
give you 16's like no other
an i get closer than a brother
broke up Rox 4 bein flyweight
had Dvsmind talk bout Trema's motha
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prop yo self like HOV ?
imma set it off all proper, with no teeth bites like the S-Dot Carter,
i hate a Biter, i deliver my own shit, with maybe a punchline as a starter/
i type the words as i feel it, when i feel it, OH What A Feelin,
i recycle peeps in black hefty bags like orange peelin'z/
that's what im like, the average kat, if i aint sportin blue, it be all black,
The ALBUM thats in All BLACK, be feeble as fuck i thought yall should know that/
Fuck propin' my shit like HOV he just a biter ..........
i got the sickest flow spittin, keep it hood never written,
ya heard ya man say some heat i guarantee you it was bitten,
its SIC,...nificance pull a chair, tell a friend,
that its locked up you cock sucks nobodies gettin in,
gotta barrell for vocabulary and filled it to the brim,
for every hot line you niggaz kick ill give you 10,
i know you thought i was bluffin, its plain to see that in not,
call me a chevy lugee bitch i spit hard (like a rock)
its ya boy puttin thickins in the plot,
but it aint s dot its sic and im hot..... holla
ya boy spit demonic shit like a sinister minister
I start shit but better known as a finisher
i'm bout big biz
cuz rox is a wiz kid
I live big, like jack did,
a universal nigga but all you see is a black kid
on my path to a legendary future
i'm a lyrical bruiser, beat ya mind up with punchlines,
like a heavy weight boxin a cruiser
i spit only real shit but you tell rumors
make you call for assistance like a kid wit a tutor
i can confuse ya, rox is a rollin stone
but in the future Ill be the biggest ruler
I used to sell drugs
and buss shells n slugs
now i spit flows
stealin souls from thugs
im the one who rules the land...the one you call da man...
the one who watches over my shit...he who rules wit an iron hand...
stop the presses...thats supposed to be iron fist...
you could never walk a mile in my crown...why would you wanna try on this...
dont try to attack my castle...cuz we both know my bricks fortified...
dont say your girl dont want me...we both know suck my dick? shorty tried...
forty ride...
right out my front gates...to attack and begin the war against your force...
its not that im a fifty cent fan...its just since day one ive been against the source...
thats why this kings never on cover...always on like page one twenty one...
i got this land thru bloodshed and corruption...but i still won the country son...
Don't test the theory cause me proppin myself
That's like snatchin Hov's albums off the shelf
It'll never have to be done cause I have what you want
My style,flow, & respect is always makin me flaunt
Without Blade Oracles wouldn't have that foot up
On these herbs so they might as well shut up
Cause I aint leavin tha crew just to have it run down
Even if yall see me as dead I'm still laughing you fuckin clown
Life Is 10% What Happens To You;
90% How You React To It.
you niggas dont hear me,
i think yall understand cleary with a gun to ya ear piece
ROX been hot since fire was made
sprayed bullets down streets like a fire parade
go get the fire brigade
no one can stop the blaze
my inferno ended the ice age
my words keep heads twisted like nice braids
my rymes are like aids, cuz aint no cure for my word play
it takes a month to like most rappers
but my shit get loved on the first day
Last edited by RoX-aka-kgh; May 4th, 2005 at 03:51 PM
I used to sell drugs
and buss shells n slugs
now i spit flows
stealin souls from thugs
kiks does it on some otha shit,im like,fuck a bitch,fuck a mic,
my luck is like,stuck..like me,slightly fucked in anotha sight
I smoke more niggas than new~ports /
Fans love my style from LA to New York //
I'm the reason your life is too short /
You have no ice, you eat with a blue fork //
I can take losses cuz I'm a true sport /
I don't look for beef but I still chew pork //
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all i spit is crack,
got fiens needin rehab after hearin my track
ya boy keep coming back to kill like jason
every word i drop, is a evil creation
gotta keep a mask on my face like hanibal
to keep me from bakin niggas wit rymes like a verbal cremation
my flow is a verbal invasion
enter ya ears, and give ya brain a burnin sensation
i can infect ya intelect
and fuck up ya mind, like bad education
for your information, I'm a bad situation
my rymes commit serious crimes, cuz this is a homicide in the makin
verbs leave you shakin from mental penetration
thinkin you hot, you sadly mistaken
RoX stays on top, like when ya girls back i'm breakin
I used to sell drugs
and buss shells n slugs
now i spit flows
stealin souls from thugs
Stuck Hearin Anotha Mothafucka Boast Bout His Rhymes
Anotha Lame Youngin Talkin Bout A Toast And His Nines
I'll Come Thru Tha Fog As A God And Blow Up They Minds
How Can You Picture Such a Force Thru Screens And Wires
Same Insane Feel You Get When Ya Hands Is Between A Fire
Such Mighty Power Put Into Words Of This Unseen Messiah
WHUT IS THIS
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