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ll_KingClay_ll heyy |
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Chlorocide its no joke It's no joke. (NO!) THIS is how you post in the cypher. With your post (KNOW), it approaches as spam in dire Need of guidance. (SO) Even though you tryin to spit fire On a coast...S L O W your approach. As the supplyer And the HOST of this flow, must I post to inform how You are to proceed. Simply take the words of the last line; Be it the topic of your flow or the beginning to show However dope you are . . . I guess . . . that's fine. From past time occurrences, such disturbances as this Possesses the potential to disrupt through circumstances Of illiteracy and unattentiveness increase chances For dope rhymes to disrupt the flow and run as rancid Attributes after you submit. If I could kick YOUR habit Then I would be more than glad to take a stab at it. I flow with the magnetism of whites after black magic. ...Well, guess I prompted this last line to let you have it... |
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Old Prince Chlorocide its no joke It's no joke. (NO!) THIS is how you post in the cypher. With your post (KNOW), it approaches as spam in dire Need of guidance. (SO) Even though you tryin to spit fire On a coast...S L O W your approach. As the supplyer And the HOST of this flow, must I post to inform how You are to proceed. Simply take the words of the last line; Be it the topic of your flow or the beginning to show However dope you are . . . I guess . . . that's fine. From past time occurrences, such disturbances as this Possesses the potential to disrupt through circumstances Of illiteracy and unattentiveness increase chances For dope rhymes to disrupt the flow and run as rancid Attributes after you submit. If I could kick YOUR habit Then I would be more than glad to take a stab at it. I flow with the magnetism of whites after black magic. ...Well, guess I prompted this last line to let you have it... this systematic experiment being ghost for masked habits left out from the linguistics in closed caskets serious with the delirious I'm insane with more habits then the best of most magics pervious to the previous states behind magic's please'd off she's I take time when I rhyme with ease memory in could sleep when I take time to find my minds peak five deep into a mental I can never hold on to what I got into lettin go of the pain seems so simple man ******** that s**t wipe a tear from my eye s**t real till the day you die time mine I must fly by sad to see my own red eye buyakugan swear to god I got souls stacked more soldier on deck then the ones you got till death s**t aint real till it happens to you puttin you on ice with more than two's opennin more tops than that forman dude I can't help but overly rude these suckas that try to intrude Improve and stop trying to be inuse |
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key1212 rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 1
Total: 5 (6-12)
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from jamaica and i aint talking bout no queens
spit a dope shell to rock these human beings like tupac in a motel lyrical murder without no feelings I'm a sightseer, report the truth on my seeings And I got proof, its like lyrical truth from a higher up being Spit shells like its from a piece battle with me and best beleive you'll rest in peace Kids at school think cruel whats the deal if you wanna feel I'm wacky like coke? ******** you kid your broke. I'm Dope like a limp roach Only way you can ride with me is if you ride on coach seeing me you wanting to know me, cause this mc rolls like kenobe Spit shells like its from a piece battle with me and best beleive you'll rest in peace Lyrical beast like bread withou the yeast I'll rise while niggas grovel at my feet one man band doper than the whole a limp bizkit Except I lay off of b***h s**t flow eternal cant touch it can't beat it Polluting the nation I sow it you reap it. |
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flow eternal cant touch it can't beat it
Polluting the nation I sow it you reap it. Please b***h; your re-boxed Reebok sneakers s**t-stained; b***h made; you ain't main featured You get lyrically slain by demons from preachers My flows always elevate; I educate school teachers Let me demonstrate; my singles shine like heaven's gate You couldn't battle me cos I'm always in ya head when ya meditate I'm best of the greats; God bless my fate All the lyrics on ya mixtape where copy and paste I'm a boss to the stage; And this is off the dome And this kid's flows blow like his mom in my home How can this kid say he's forever pertetual; when his flows are a dying fad like heterosexuals Don't get mad cos I got mad intellectuals It's just you got sad rap gab that's infecting you Well I'm outie, peace; you can find me in the street Delivering find kind rhyming to the minds of need |
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<b>Delivering find kind rhyming to the minds of need</b>
Indeed to the minds full of greed, belly full of rap-snitch-knishes I'm an MF Doom kind of breed I live an Mm..Food? kind of creed - flip your pages and break spinning-spine bindings till your lines bleed - hieroglyphs tattooed to my tongue, promises stitched to my back-pocket, your gangsta-rap mask is my snack, I'm bringing Jazz-poetic hip-hop back - pick my teeth with your mixtapes, my stomach jingle-jangles, it's chain-filled, regurgitate your gangster and cough up a corn-field - a du-rag induced yellow vegetable product, mindless rows of vegetables get torched by my lyrical vomit-spit, and still you harvest-it? Seeding simple sentences and sowing dimes, tilled rhymes in rows looking sloppy inside the lines - I throw disaster in hand-made wicker baskets, light it all on fire and exhale the ashes - history, culture and Hip-Hop stand tall on my flame-tongue, I AM the Meta-Physical Dragon one - The difference is in the differences, this miss-conception of contradictions can't put words on spin-dry, I fry 'em, spit 'em hot and create an audience of fire-men. |
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spit 'em hot and create an audience of fire-men.
I'll set this stage a-blaze; that'll be my claim to fame Cos these lame-brained gang-fakes are taking my change Exchange them dead and blank Soulja's and Gucci Mane's For the acclaimed insane MC proclaiming his reign |
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xxExadusxx spit 'em hot and create an audience of fire-men. I'll set this stage a-blaze; that'll be my claim to fame Cos these lame-brained gang-fakes are taking my change Exchange them dead and blank Soulja's and Gucci Mane's For the acclaimed insane MC proclaiming his reign insane in the brain I hold back to restrain my pain from my peek I claim to be the best and the greatest but anything can knock the frame from the belief grief and other emotion in the way logics say if my eyes can't clear then be free from my way highways hit in my mind like I've been hit from behind with more bull s**t than I can take signs and screens in my face my road is in place each year I claim to see the same fate but she's seems so correct but misplaced I must aim correct if I must take his place yes thats the secret in my disgrace placement in life can take from what you had at ones take double that and you can disrupt ones fate whats to do but fight each day and night I contemplate too many seen in mine so I take time and skeem behind they place yes its a hard job odd and full but how can I create without the perfect tool |
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bra how u get all dis money
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Young_Bari bra how u get all dis money Beat Funny you ask so let me do out the math First add my first class status to rap And subtract all this sad gab that emulated by dreams Never hesitating always elevated like IVs To the stairway to heaven; I'm a phantom contending And I bank all my cash; I ain't childishly spending My diamonds are forever when I write every letter I put kids through a shredder when they saying their better Look, I'm a general; you'll never step to my pedestal To get to this level; you gotta my rhymes and embezzle I'm flier then blue jeans fulled with a phat booty And shine like my rings from my jewelry I'm a boss with with sonar; keeping in line my lone-sharks And beat em with bats when they rap a slow start So let me pass the mic and bring hiphop back to life Even though I'm one man of greatness; we gotta stand alike |
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xxExadusxx Even though I'm one man of greatness; we gotta stand alike We get slaughtered every time if you see the light The only way we win is if we all stand different Coming from all sides, they don't know what hit 'em We surround them, whack rappers, don't you get it? Guerrilla style punchlines, that's how we spit it Guerrilla style? Not punch lines, punch circles Stand against hip hop, we gon' hurt you Make you wear somethin your bowels gotta work through And needing someone to be there just to burp you Since when has it all been sex, money and drugs? Can never ever be somethin other than some thugs Incorporate the corporation, now cash gotcha hyper Bribe the audience and still get kicked out the cypher Paid out ya entourage so they leave when you roll You'd be a hoe to sell ya body, but you sellin ya soul |
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Id never sell my soul but greed can consume us all/
most times out of necessity we feel the need to hustle despite the fact its against the law/ |
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Ima bout to come so just give me a minuet/
Im off Getting That Fetti but my life isint all about bussiness/ when I die that's when i'll be finshed/ shout out to Oakland California yea we in this/ eva since I could remember I wanted to be famous/ fck you hater's that shall remain nameless/ like Wayne no homo Im getting money out a**s/ fck a internet gangster get a life yall painless/ im outta this world i belong on uranus/ im so immaculous/ you could call me young Bo Jackson you cant tackle this/ im down to earth but im over the fence/ they say money talks in im advanced in that language/ |
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