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 Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 2:09 pm
The mans in the house, no time to waste
Gotta save the game, yall got it disgraced
Comin in, claimin to be on top
when you really just want to not be popped
They all say they from the hood
When really theyve always had it good
sittin in a house in the neighborhood
rappin overstatin there deadlyhood
think they the best there ever will be
theyre just too fake, not even MCs
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 11:47 am
My flow is genius concocting master pieces
Quick witted lyrics, my rhymes display a faster thesis
You should let your father see this call your mother and your girl
Call your man if your a female infact call the whole world
Theres a criminal mastermind reciting lines from sampled rhymes
Repeating them a thousand times to etch them in the peoples minds
I'm holding the world hostage and my demands are quite plain
'Destroy all mc's who dare to come against my mic game'
I've got the right aim but my sights is strange
I'm see a sea of unchainging faces...who like change
It makes no cents, dollars pounds or pence
That I've got undeniable proof yet no evidence
My flow is heaven sent, though I spit fire hot as hell
Locked up with personal demons until I gave myself bail
Free to roam on my own, on the road or open seas
Think anyones dropping rhymes as hot as me? Please...
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Lucky Lucifer Vice Captain
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Lucky Lucifer Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 11:35 am
Life's good, no ones bust a shot in a while
Feeling so good I might wear this top with a smile
It's been a good day, so I felt I oughta write
Sun's up, guns down let's have a water fight
It's been a good day =D lol
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 12:41 pm
Preview...
*Beat... Feds Takin Pictures*
I hit the booth wit no vocal patterns in mind
Even with that I still splatter ya mind, Adamant
Madder than Marilyn and Charile Manson with mine
My flow ugly it gets handsome in time… like wine
Stay with bread call me lil miracle
It’s common sense ya’ll know that Teezy really lyrical
… In fact, you’ll never hear me say that word again
First commandment now that word is a sin…. End
Of discussion repercussion, a concussion severe
Thunderclap drum ya body like percussion!
Cymbal crash no metaphor it’s not symbol with s
My letter’s bullets that I sent for ya chest
Heartbreak Kicking sweet music to chin
Crooked warden I’m abusing the pen
Unlike these other suckas boy that line I’m never using again
Them niggas lame… don’t confuse me with them… PLEASE!!!
…Or they’ll be casualties
Can’t even rap with me, I X that Jazz with E’s
I’m handing lessons down disple of Nazareth
I’m grabbin A’s like a 4.0 average
… And I got B’s like 3/ got the
1.5 I see cups in Ds
I’m the return of what Loso spoke
Got the F for effort mayne I’m oh so dope
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 2:19 pm
people say i live an easy life//
you try livin in a ghetto hood bein white//
i do my best to try an fit in//
when i'm feelin down i juss think about jin//
he aint black and he still has respect//
i cant trust no one everyone a suspect//
that why i got tha glock tucked in my jeans//
when trouble comes around homie i'm unseen//
whadda yah think people give me some tips i'm new at this
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 3:46 pm
The Stryker's the beast from within, awaitin' victims.
Then penetrate with poison fangs to watch the symptoms.
Send ya into cardiac arrest... Yeah, your heart's on lockdown.
I feel it pump in my palm, and squeeze til' it pops like a glock sound.
I'm like Rasputsha the way I make these Norbits run,
cuz I'm on some s**t that's got me shinin' like Orbit gum.
The emcee before me did a lateral, so now the ball's collateral
to keep the attention of spectators, so call me adderall.
I'm so profound, the crowd surrounds for the sure sounds
of the mystic lyrical poem I spit that others claim to co-found.
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Jaiden Stryker Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 3:56 pm
BL00DS0LDI3R people say i live an easy life// you try livin in a ghetto hood bein white// i do my best to try an fit in// when i'm feelin down i juss think about jin// he aint black and he still has respect// i cant trust no one everyone a suspect// that why i got tha glock tucked in my jeans// when trouble comes around homie i'm unseen// whadda yah think people give me some tips i'm new at this heh, i feel ya. i grew up on 32nd n pierce. all mexican hood. then i moved to the black hood. lol .and id hang around in the wrong places, just cuz my friends stayed there. s**t aint easy being white when other races hate the ******** outta you. lemme tell you though, use that to your advantage when you rap. cuz ur white- people expect less out of you, just cuz ur color. prove em wrong. show a lil skill, people respect n love you.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 4:16 am
Haven't slept for 6 days
I've blocked all my airways
With aerosol cans, cfc's and hair sprays
Irrational, confused with thoughts impractical
Sticking a match in my belly button, to see if it's flammibal
I'm shaking
Buzzing off of all the caffine I've taken
Balance it out with an overdose of sleeping pills
I'm just seeking thrills, speaking ill,
leaking still, my wrists spewing blood
This is a side effect of not doing drugs
I'm light headed, all of a sudden I dumb now
Got high 3 years ago, and never come down
Floating into orbit, way out the atmosphere
Through a hole in the ozone,
what happened to the layer that was here?
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Lucky Lucifer Vice Captain
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Lucky Lucifer Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 11:26 am
Lucky Lucifer Haven't slept for 6 days I've blocked all my airways With aerosol cans, cfc's and hair sprays Irrational, confused with thoughts impractical Sticking a match in my belly button, to see if it's flammibal I'm shaking Buzzing off of all the caffine I've taken Balance it out with an overdose of sleeping pills I'm just seeking thrills, speaking ill, leaking still, my wrists spewing blood This is a side effect of not doing drugs I'm light headed, all of a sudden I dumb now Got high 3 years ago, and never come down Floating into orbit, way out the atmosphere Through a hole in the ozone, what happened to the layer that was here? Can someone rate that please? And not just like 6/10 rate I mean go in depth, tell me whats good and what sucks and how to improve. Not just for that verse either but just me in general, I want to know what other people think of me.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 3:20 pm
I posted this in the Free Flow Sticky.
Tell me what you think.
DJ Twist in the place speakin some kinda fast/
I say about 50 words but you only hear the last/
Words don't slur when I quick speak/
I'm throwin' out words so fast you'd think I was speaking Greek/
Spittin' verses to the maximum speed/
I get more leaves than weed/
I got like 600 girls tryna' get my seed/
Anything I try, I do, I succeed/
Yall must be havin' a lyrical meltdown so I'll leave./
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2007 11:27 am
You plus me, it equals better math
your girl a good look but he my better half
i`m already bossing, already flossing
but why have the cake if it ain`t got the sweet frosting?
(ya ya ya ya) keeping me on my A-game
(wha wha wha wha) without having the same names
(they they they they they)they may flame -- (buh buh buh buh)but me and him we burn it up
the swag in my swagger. pep in my step
daddy do the gucci
mami in Giuseppe's
guess its a "G" thinq..
whenever we swing, ima need lorretta scott if im gunna be da queen.
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2007 11:29 am
First things first
i does what i do
but everything i am, hes my improved
im already boss, im already fly
but if i am a star, he is the sky
(ah ah ah)and when i feel like im on top
(he he he)he give me reason to not stop
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2007 11:31 am
the caked up cut
the cleaned up ice
when my man come around, i clean up nice
dynamic duo, batman & robin.
whoever don't like it, its that girls problems
(eh eh eh) and when i feel like im tired, (pa pa pa) papi be taken me higher
(uh uh uh uh uh) im on fire, (buh buh buh) but me and him we burn it up.
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2007 11:33 am
he treats me like a don, watchs for the hit
he checks where i go, even watchs who im wit
the right when im wrong, so i never slip
show me how to move, thats why i never trip
and papi you so major, they should front page ya
god bless the parents who made ya
middle finger anybody who hate the
WAY WE BE BURNIN IT UP!!! burning_eyes
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2007 4:53 pm
Lucky Lucifer Haven't slept for 6 days I've blocked all my airways With aerosol cans, cfc's and hair sprays Irrational, confused with thoughts impractical Sticking a match in my belly button, to see if it's flammibal I'm shaking Buzzing off of all the caffine I've taken Balance it out with an overdose of sleeping pills I'm just seeking thrills, speaking ill, leaking still, my wrists spewing blood This is a side effect of not doing drugs I'm light headed, all of a sudden I dumb now Got high 3 years ago, and never come down Floating into orbit, way out the atmosphere Through a hole in the ozone, what happened to the layer that was here? Its tite dawg sounds like something eminem would rap. I like the crazy lyrical content and subject matter
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