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 Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 6:48 am
C Teezy Mandarr 3.0 Jaiden Stryker Mandarr 3.0 Jaiden Stryker Mandarr 3.0 I wasn't tryin to fight you, not even tryin to spite you, didn't want to ignite this but there's something here that I missed demeaning in meaning that our words are careening spinning out of wack to sound like an attack, it's seeming I know when to step out and bow down It's your ground I'm not here to be loud or shout out just speak out and reach out so in my words there's no doubt Inspirational speaker, a seeker for meanings from deeper I won't sell my soul for cheaper I'm much more humble and meeker than you seem to portray, not sleaker please believe that I greive and wail out with the same tears over the years with the same fears of failing careers as you do so don't you think that this would be an endless mess of words, so just end this. I don't like violence, please let us mend this peace better than fighting, please just dismiss. Still seems you misunderstand, so now you've got me thinking. "How can I be more blunt without having the cypher sinking?" I understood you the first time, and I agree. But I feel you shouldn't speak until you achieve that of which your accusing him of not doing yourself, ma'am. That was the point. No attempt to disrespect, damn. This is why I said you misread, and got what I neva meant. Your reply is what makes that evident. There's nothing to mend, because nothing was broken. Simply understanding what I meant was the token. But hopefully now you do, and wont be defensive. I meant no harm, there's no need to be apprehensive. 3nodding I got nothing XD Will someone change ze topic prease??? I change subjects like candidate losing a debate. But to a loss, I can't relate. So when my ego inflates, I'm gon' blow up! In a random rapping rampage, that'll gain me things like fandom, clapping, and stage!Or maybe not... Since this thing's just a hobby that's driving me more crazy than relationships with Bobby.(Bobby Brown) E-Beef in the air, and it's filling my lungs when I inhale. So when I exhale, my next action is to impale the next cat talking smack about him having a gat. When in reality, he's a net-G borderlining wack. See, I aint gotta front because I like chillin' in the back. Laying in the cut like Neosporin, watching these kid's yakity yak. But when they talk back, I can't help but crack a smile. Because the moronic serves as entertainment with their useless style. But sometimes I've gotta go offense, and sonic boom like Guile, just to prove I'm way ahead of the game by a mile. And it's a shame, because rhyming is all games to Jaiden. But I'm still electrifying like Raiden as the "serious" start fadin'. See, I can rock to shop boyz or turn up some Iron Maiden Artistic critic by nature, it's maddu's paper's I'm gradin stereotypes like lights and biased prejudging tykes ride below my radar like tricked out low-rider bikes This is for mi raza, para mi corazon, rompes mi cuerpo no stress 'cause my spirit's made of stone Don't call me Mexicana, Puertorriquena won't condone Don't call me young blood just 'cause I'm not grown A Bajaan chica for life in case you didn't know It's not all about looks 'cause bad blood will show W.I. like conkies, bakin sweet corn pon Rihanna ain't got nothin, she's just a Barbadian loan. *Nas- Get Down* Loan... Something that a man will take out Kinda like some Chinese, eyes look baked out When the smoke fills the air, I took it there Only cause I'm flyer than Delta chairs... you call em Seats... I call 'em where I place my a** at Southern accent makes it sound like assets Which would be on the same lines as a loan But not on the same lines in this song One's at one the other one sits at seven Six depicts a place too close to heaven Yet so far away. Like brighter days when the Sun is out. You want brighter? Try a cave. Live under a rock and miss my short reign. In relation to the lord's true regime. And Yes in my voice that sorta rhymes with rain. Sun. Reign. Get it? Clean. Mayne, I just need to stop it. Objects At my disposal. Look how I rob s**t Of their meanings and get perverted Yet still connect I'm Mista Circuit Took time off but the s**t was worthless Nobody caught up to Mista Perfect. It's just not worth it Southern accents like inscence to add to the sense of the familiar, of Cakilaki that is, South Carolina Sparkle City, B Springs, all players in the line up I'm tryn'a be diverse like China not cheap but colorful it's wonderful how beautiful a single word can sound when it comes out of someone's mouth but I still can't see how "Bahfraynd" sounds like "Boyfriend" or "Moanin" comes to be "Morning" It's not worth the translations figuring out word relations G.R.I.T.S. can understand you in the land of peach farms and sweet tea juice my preference for future reference is irrelevence things that don't make sense hense my understanding the south I moved there and wished I could move out But I'm used to it so true to it I'm stuck with it a Northern refugee in a seemingly endless sea where people can't understand me but it's okay, I can't understand them It's complicated, but I'm sure I can stem the flow of the soundless and wordless and listen to it regardless as long as Hurricane Chris doesn't come my way I'll never forgive him the migraine I got for Ay Bay Bay! "Ay Bay Bay, let it play" If you do you'll have to pay for the guilt put on you by my falling I.Q. You think I'm playin smart? well, "Totally Dude!"
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 10:19 pm
Mandarr 3.0 C Teezy Mandarr 3.0 Jaiden Stryker I change subjects like candidate losing a debate. But to a loss, I can't relate. So when my ego inflates, I'm gon' blow up! In a random rapping rampage, that'll gain me things like fandom, clapping, and stage!Or maybe not... Since this thing's just a hobby that's driving me more crazy than relationships with Bobby.(Bobby Brown) E-Beef in the air, and it's filling my lungs when I inhale. So when I exhale, my next action is to impale the next cat talking smack about him having a gat. When in reality, he's a net-G borderlining wack. See, I aint gotta front because I like chillin' in the back. Laying in the cut like Neosporin, watching these kid's yakity yak. But when they talk back, I can't help but crack a smile. Because the moronic serves as entertainment with their useless style. But sometimes I've gotta go offense, and sonic boom like Guile, just to prove I'm way ahead of the game by a mile. And it's a shame, because rhyming is all games to Jaiden. But I'm still electrifying like Raiden as the "serious" start fadin'. See, I can rock to shop boyz or turn up some Iron Maiden Artistic critic by nature, it's maddu's paper's I'm gradin stereotypes like lights and biased prejudging tykes ride below my radar like tricked out low-rider bikes This is for mi raza, para mi corazon, rompes mi cuerpo no stress 'cause my spirit's made of stone Don't call me Mexicana, Puertorriquena won't condone Don't call me young blood just 'cause I'm not grown A Bajaan chica for life in case you didn't know It's not all about looks 'cause bad blood will show W.I. like conkies, bakin sweet corn pon Rihanna ain't got nothin, she's just a Barbadian loan. *Nas- Get Down* Loan... Something that a man will take out Kinda like some Chinese, eyes look baked out When the smoke fills the air, I took it there Only cause I'm flyer than Delta chairs... you call em Seats... I call 'em where I place my a** at Southern accent makes it sound like assets Which would be on the same lines as a loan But not on the same lines in this song One's at one the other one sits at seven Six depicts a place too close to heaven Yet so far away. Like brighter days when the Sun is out. You want brighter? Try a cave. Live under a rock and miss my short reign. In relation to the lord's true regime. And Yes in my voice that sorta rhymes with rain. Sun. Reign. Get it? Clean. Mayne, I just need to stop it. Objects At my disposal. Look how I rob s**t Of their meanings and get perverted Yet still connect I'm Mista Circuit Took time off but the s**t was worthless Nobody caught up to Mista Perfect. It's just not worth it Southern accents like inscence to add to the sense of the familiar, of Cakilaki that is, South Carolina Sparkle City, B Springs, all players in the line up I'm tryn'a be diverse like China not cheap but colorful it's wonderful how beautiful a single word can sound when it comes out of someone's mouth but I still can't see how "Bahfraynd" sounds like "Boyfriend" or "Moanin" comes to be "Morning" It's not worth the translations figuring out word relations G.R.I.T.S. can understand you in the land of peach farms and sweet tea juice my preference for future reference is irrelevence things that don't make sense hense my understanding the south I moved there and wished I could move out But I'm used to it so true to it I'm stuck with it a Northern refugee in a seemingly endless sea where people can't understand me but it's okay, I can't understand them It's complicated, but I'm sure I can stem the flow of the soundless and wordless and listen to it regardless as long as Hurricane Chris doesn't come my way I'll never forgive him the migraine I got for Ay Bay Bay! "Ay Bay Bay, let it play" If you do you'll have to pay for the guilt put on you by my falling I.Q. You think I'm playin smart? well, "Totally Dude!" Wack rappers like Hurricane Chris is degrading hip-hop! Totally rude. And my reactions to these crimes? Morally crude. Which is why I react the way I do to certain people, because they aren't what they seem, and are deceitful. They contaminate shelters of the good, and slowly corrupt. Then slide out in an angel's clothes when the drama erupts. Like viruses, they seek to destroy us from the inside out. Until we fall victims to our own inside bouts. That's why we need those who can combat these threats. Strong-willed and honest folk who can calm when we fret. To stand up and lead those who are seeking guidance, and stomp on the darkness of those with our alliance. And with defiance, the strong can withstand the evil with our past experience, so there wont be a sequel.
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Jaiden Stryker Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 11:52 pm
Quote: with our past experience, so there wont be a sequel. Cause the prequel reveals there is no equal The evil kills the pure/ their will so feeble My motives leave you in a puddle of infidels Ya intent tells tales processed like intels Wit a dual-core fouler than Bilbo in Rivendell When you rip out the heart of a man you see The flaw that's instinct the same thing sets you free But on the other end of the table the fables Say nay use the will to choose the right stable As if you were set free a sheep amonsgst wolves When triggers pulls bullets scatter over bloody hooves If you understand then your intellect isnt so adamant Or maybe you didnt see the Keanu Reeves film devil's advocate
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 12:25 am
Vicious_da_Cannibal Quote: with our past experience, so there wont be a sequel. Cause the prequel reveals there is no equal The evil kills the pure/ their will so feeble My motives leave you in a puddle of infidels Ya intent tells tales processed like intels Wit a dual-core fouler than Bilbo in Rivendell When you rip out the heart of a man you see The flaw that's instinct the same thing sets you free But on the other end of the table the fables Say nay use the will to choose the right stable As if you were set free a sheep amonsgst wolves When triggers pulls bullets scatter over bloody hooves If you understand then your intellect isnt so adamant Or maybe you didnt see the Keanu Reeves film devil's advocate *Little Brother - Beautiful Morning* Advertising and s**t. His spits' ridiculous I pick rappers apart. Man, I'm meticulous I pick rappers apart like casting directors./I'm the Truth. I'll take the polygraph and pass the detector. Sorry but you really couldn't last in the vector. Path that I take could put crabs in ya sector. So sick and diseased, I beat a doc to death Early bird with it so I through him down a flock of steps Should have seen that ***** in flight... whole 'nother level. Hate using level, always rhyme that with shovel. Or Pebble... As you see there's not many options. Like a ***** caught selling rocks, man, incarcerated.
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 12:54 am
C Teezy Vicious_da_Cannibal Quote: with our past experience, so there wont be a sequel. Cause the prequel reveals there is no equal The evil kills the pure/ their will so feeble My motives leave you in a puddle of infidels Ya intent tells tales processed like intels Wit a dual-core fouler than Bilbo in Rivendell When you rip out the heart of a man you see The flaw that's instinct the same thing sets you free But on the other end of the table the fables Say nay use the will to choose the right stable As if you were set free a sheep amonsgst wolves When triggers pulls bullets scatter over bloody hooves If you understand then your intellect isnt so adamant Or maybe you didnt see the Keanu Reeves film devil's advocate *Little Brother - Beautiful Morning* Advertising and s**t. His spits' ridiculous I pick rappers apart. Man, I'm meticulous I pick rappers apart like casting directors./I'm the Truth. I'll take the polygraph and pass the detector. Sorry but you really couldn't last in the vector. Path that I take could put crabs in ya sector. So sick and diseased, I beat a doc to death Early bird with it so I through him down a flock of steps Should have seen that ***** in flight... whole 'nother level. Hate using level, always rhyme that with shovel. Or Pebble... As you see there's not many options. Like a ***** caught selling rocks, man, incarcerated. Malice is inaugurated in the vicious palace operated By the nerves in my spinal cord where average isnt tolerated Crumbs in my cerebum peltin in my cerebellum tellin me That felonies loom in my frontal so are you gellin bee? Melancholy melodies askin will there ever be resolve I'm involved in a veggie stasis stalled like celery/ mauled Like a elk deceived by my his own dinner plate Where evil lurks setting fangs in his neck, he's ate And can't abate the death and optimism won't elate Ever again so when you pick up the pen think of two roads divulged With one choice/ destiny is exposed leadin to the next episode
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 1:09 am
Vicious_da_Cannibal C Teezy Vicious_da_Cannibal Quote: with our past experience, so there wont be a sequel. Cause the prequel reveals there is no equal The evil kills the pure/ their will so feeble My motives leave you in a puddle of infidels Ya intent tells tales processed like intels Wit a dual-core fouler than Bilbo in Rivendell When you rip out the heart of a man you see The flaw that's instinct the same thing sets you free But on the other end of the table the fables Say nay use the will to choose the right stable As if you were set free a sheep amonsgst wolves When triggers pulls bullets scatter over bloody hooves If you understand then your intellect isnt so adamant Or maybe you didnt see the Keanu Reeves film devil's advocate *Little Brother - Beautiful Morning* Advertising and s**t. His spits' ridiculous I pick rappers apart. Man, I'm meticulous I pick rappers apart like casting directors./I'm the Truth. I'll take the polygraph and pass the detector. Sorry but you really couldn't last in the vector. Path that I take could put crabs in ya sector. So sick and diseased, I beat a doc to death Early bird with it so I through him down a flock of steps Should have seen that ***** in flight... whole 'nother level. Hate using level, always rhyme that with shovel. Or Pebble... As you see there's not many options. Like a ***** caught selling rocks, man, incarcerated. Malice is inaugurated in the vicious palace operated By the nerves in my spinal cord where average isnt tolerated Crumbs in my cerebum peltin in my cerebellum tellin me That felonies loom in my frontal so are you gellin bee? Melancholy melodies askin will there ever be resolve I'm involved in a veggie stasis stalled like celery/ mauled Like a elk deceived by my his own dinner plate Where evil lurks setting fangs in his neck, he's ate And can't abate the death and optimism won't elate Ever again so when you pick up the pen think of two roads divulged With one choice/ destiny is exposed leadin to the next episode In the next episode, I continue to battle with my epic foe, with the intentions claiming my future, so I can't let it go. Incarcerated in prison, and the hood where cars are raided. Trapped no matter where you go, you're either cautious or faded. I prefer cautious, cuz is causes helpful pauses to let me think on my feet with actions like perfect clauses. Like monsters in closets, some prey on those that believe they can prevail in destroying those who allow them to achieve. But I'm not allowing my defeat, but I can't remain on defense. Offense is the only choice I have to make my foes repent. But if I fail in the latter, I know my actions mattered. Because I fought the good fight and left my enemy tattered. So the next generation can finish the work I took from my predecessors, and take victory on those that prey the lessers.
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Jaiden Stryker Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 12:25 pm
Jaiden Stryker and take victory on those that prey the lessers. Beatin the competition no matter the weather Moltov Im lightin and fightin this is my endeavor To bring on a revolution but the solution is in the shredder Martyr black panther dressed in bullets and leather Before I go out shootin Ill write my mother a letter Sayin Im sorry and that I even knew better To fight the power with bullet showers my beliefes have never been deader Thought that life was all about makein the chedder While people kill people makin the streets a little reder Knowin that our lives dangle by tether But to end a life is another brothers ultamate pleasure Its like killin is how your hardness would measure The only way to be humble is to be an absenter But the trip down the given path is a worth while adventure Cuz at the end of the tunnle you will see how high your sins admeasure
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 9:30 pm
Zo Mo Jaiden Stryker and take victory on those that prey the lessers. Beatin the competition no matter the weather Moltov Im lightin and fightin this is my endeavor To bring on a revolution but the solution is in the shredder Martyr black panther dressed in bullets and leather Before I go out shootin Ill write my mother a letter Sayin Im sorry and that I even knew better To fight the power with bullet showers my beliefes have never been deader Thought that life was all about makein the chedder While people kill people makin the streets a little reder Knowin that our lives dangle by tether But to end a life is another brothers ultamate pleasure Its like killin is how your hardness would measure The only way to be humble is to be an absenter But the trip down the given path is a worth while adventure Cuz at the end of the tunnle you will see how high your sins admeasure Hey, Zo Mo! I see you've improved since the last time I saw you post. Good work. I seek to cleanse my soul until it's clear like azure, in an attempt save myself with sin erasure. After that, I can pinpoint my foes like a laser. Shock like a tazer. Cuz with life, that's the only way to phase her. I keep my enemies on their toes by being unpredictable. Then stryke 'em with a quickness easily only depictable with the word "magnificent," against the maleficent. Because anything less is simply inefficient. I'm a representant of a new breed of man, who doesn't rely on tricks and scams to realize my plan.
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Jaiden Stryker Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 11:05 am
Jaiden Stryker who doesn't rely on tricks and scams to realize my plan. Within a Jiffy, I got in a jam. *****'s spinning webs round more than a fan Thought they were safe in their concrete deceit higher than a dam Till I cut through their cacoon of lies easier than spam This is how we fight. This how we stand. Shots let off. Shots go Blam. Some niggas duck, some of them ran. But most of em get ******** n fold up like clams.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 11:22 am
OutlawShadow But most of em get ******** n fold up like clams.
because of that my groove's hotter than the summer of Sam
got that '77 feeling of angst, I'm edgy
feeling a little like Reggie hyping himself on the Yanks
just make it burn, light up the Sox, inferno won't stop
Pennant: I'm in it to win it, rhythmically calling my shot
limit me, degrade the nuance while I examine your haunts
cause verbal arson in Carolina they can view from the Bronx
the definition of raunch am I, so damn sly
the cursed miscreant that's given lady luck a black eye
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 6:35 am
kataztrophy
the cursed miscreant that's given lady luck a black eye"have you ever seen a grown man cry?" *****, you a goner tonight,/ stuck in the corner with no chance for a fight/ two gocks painted white,/ unload in you chest, while you cry, and cry again/ just like it happened back then./ I am a shame to that is holy/ i dont trust technology, women or homies/ cause your friend today is your enemy tomorrow/ and when the family cries, i feel no sorrow.
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 12:23 pm
Ay yo, new one to keep s**t poppin Cypher BeginningYo I ain't no drug deala' but I don't need ta
Got Godzilla mucho scrilla Like Magilla Gorilla
Godzilla? Nope. That's me.
G.H.O.S.T P.A.N.D.A
I got the soul of Hip-Hop not tomorrow but today
Pand-Aye? You ain't keen to know why
I call myself the Muncha' o' Eucalyptis?
Simple as this.
I chain the linked brain of N to the S E W
I'm a chill motha ******** 'less you test me
Or the ones close to me, then I pummell you
As of now I reckon, recall,
Scrap s**t, have a motha ********' ball
'Til ya fall ya a** on the ground
A little R&R not R&B
Listen to the burn o' the joint
As ya wind the ******** down and guzzle three
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2007 4:10 pm
Ghost_The_Impure As ya wind the ******** down and guzzle three I turn and pour out my insecurities on thi I know that nobody is perfect but this is me Sittin back as I roll up another tree Getting higher than a kite as I float up in this atmosphere I've bled on the inside for more or less a year To loose all that I gained is my number one fear Regardless of all my angwish my eyes have lacked a sheded tear Im a jail bird and my song has been sung Gaspin for air as I cough up a lounge As I listen to this government lyin I pick up a book to read But from the inside I still bleed I figure I could die from this wound or from this weed Why is it that the richouse(like Jesuse) die and never come out in the lead I've done my best not to stray from the light I've been struck with every weapon of the devil and I aint doin alright I aint super man so everything is my cryptonite Laying in a coffin cuz I wont be sleeping in my crib to night
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