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 Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 2:34 pm
More rap faggots with more wack cabbage
Green earned from the machine with wack tatics
Get at this with mavericks who bleed on mic s daily
Redefine their gravy with thick lyrical savings
Its another crazy ***** with his pen aimed forward
Come at a lames horror with ill from hell's corner
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2008 4:20 am
always some mother ********, in here talkin s**t
yo soy un mas vato, stuck on this
except with this ese here, its real what i spit
all these other vatos are rappin out piss
i been around the block, seen foo's with glocks
i havent just heard guns shot i been there where s**t pops off
half the foo's in here tryin to rap about whats real
talkin about dealin, packin the steal, but they dont feel
what i be sayin, its unlike anything you foo's ever heard or seen
ive been in this game im just the first real mother ******** in this scene
im in this solo you fakes are a team but i dont give a ******** sin barrio all you fakes are shmucks
got a hard time admittin, you aint from a hood
simon i got a hood, its where ever i post up and decide this is whats good
i deal, i steal, i pack heat and kill
do what i gotta and i keep it real
say what i feel and all you know is cant stop and wont stop
you say it but do you really mean it
and im sayin somethin u never even heard from pac
in the end the real mother ******** lose, and all the fakes end up with s**t
so when i die and your alive, ese ******** it
i lost you won, but just know who's top gun
ill take half of you foo's before you take out just one
in the end the real lose and you know who's left
some fake a** foo like you, thinkin my defeat is a win
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 6:19 pm
shinin like a star, got a wheelie bar on my car
its so fast, with a 6 cylinder engine it blows past like lightinin
i roll down the window with my gun, see lil puppet, "run puppet run"
this b***h isnt no match for me, im 1 of the greatest emcees to ever be
i run the freestyle s**t up in here, i freestyle wildly with no fear
gettin high and drinkin bear, bein a pimp my job
i smack them hoes all day long, and get em into a thong and on the street
and get them to shake that meat, rap is like venom
its like the bombs goin off in veitnam
"excuse me miss, would you mind sucking and licking this stick"
its what i say, cuz nearly every gals game
i wish i could say the same for you, but your just to gay
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 12:52 pm
eh yo these cats'll get slap jus like a bunch of bar sluts
my firearms'll bring harm and even make ya car duck
i cant call you gangsta i know ya spot is starbucks
you're the type to call the cops and put me in large cuffs
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Stunna-x187Mafiax_Don_BBN
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 6:23 pm
this da gayest s**t i eva seen-
niggaz on otha niggaz jocs about eveything-
u ppl say i can't rap, pussies iz that right-
cause i don't use punchlines, ***** iz that why-
i don't need a punchline 2 rap about anotha person-
cause a punchline-
out my rhymes-
u niggaz not deservin-
and ******** all da punk bitches who said i can't spit-
cause yo lame a** opinions really they don't mean s**t-
and why dey talk about my rhymes-
they lines-
be whack-
duck a** ********, gone gimme a quack-
real talk, my ******** flow is seroius-
rippin harder than mia-x on her period-
and ya'll can keep talkin, i'm unda no stress man-
who iz dis pheonix fist *****, sounds like 1 of da ******** x-men-
u niggaz is so embarrasin, really ya'll need 2 stop it-
cause ya'll hatin, cause if it was really wack u wouldn't have posted on my topic-
hatin on da mafia?, and ain't neva seen ma s**t-
get up of ma topic hoe and get up off ma d**k-
sayin i'ma a e-thug lol, ***** u can get da ******** ya self a favor get run ova by a garbage truck-
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 6:39 pm
all your lines are irrelevant, unintelligent
put it on a mixtape and cant even sell a bit
cuz what you writ is some wack a** s**t
its all conceited ego, cant fool me though
shoulda kept it on the D low, but now i know
you have no finess your words are useless
im not impressed sorry your not blessed
even at your best, this the end of the contest
coincidentally my memory says your in debted to me
for pointin out your ryhme's from elementary
see i win before you even begin
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Lucky Lucifer Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 1:29 pm
On the edge of Seventeen
My pen can bleed and end a team
Each sentence leads to shatter batter break and bend a beat
I'm trying to repent yet these enemies are tempting me
Other spitters are air and I'm set to vent mc's
Prevent the weak, there's no use resenting me
Seventeen with the greatest flow you've ever seen
Took that last line from Silver. mrgreen
17 tommrow just incase you didnt clock the hidden meaning. Woop Woop.
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 1:59 pm
So I guess we gon kick it for the birthday cypher tomorrow huh Luck?
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 2:38 pm
Lucky Lucifer On the edge of Seventeen My pen can bleed and end a team Each sentence leads to shatter batter break and bend a beat I'm trying to repent yet these enemies are tempting me Other spitters are air and I'm set to vent mc's Prevent the weak, there's no use resenting me Seventeen with the greatest flow you've ever seenTook that last line from Silver. mrgreen 17 tommrow just incase you didnt clock the hidden meaning. Woop Woop. i remember sayin that...But when?
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 5:09 pm
Syllvurr Lucky Lucifer On the edge of Seventeen My pen can bleed and end a team Each sentence leads to shatter batter break and bend a beat I'm trying to repent yet these enemies are tempting me Other spitters are air and I'm set to vent mc's Prevent the weak, there's no use resenting me Seventeen with the greatest flow you've ever seenTook that last line from Silver. mrgreen 17 tommrow just incase you didnt clock the hidden meaning. Woop Woop. i remember sayin that...But when? When you were 17, ye dumb c**t
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Lucky Lucifer Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 12:14 pm
xd I don't even know, I just say it on you're profile yeeears ago and it stuck with me.
Now the rhyme is mine mad
Edit: Shenco you can flow off the last line but I'm too tired to write anything now, I'm going to eat cake instead because that's what 17 year olds do.
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 1:54 am
Started off as a beginner, and faced yo criticism.
Became one of the best cuz I had "go-get-it" syndrome.
New Lil' MC? Maybe, but I achieved mental greatness.
Had dude's freakin out like bitches with menstrual lateness.
Was meant to be a jobber, but became the competition.
Adapted and got versatile. Many skills make my composition.
Watch what you say. One punch, and your lip'll swell.
I attack and weaken these young prodigys like sickle cell.
Can't stand~ta~be witnessing the false lyrical van-ity,
of overhyped writers that end up dismantled, G.
And bullshit battles over who spit tighter,
but can't win without the backup of a dickrider.
I stay intelligent. Blessed with poetics that's Heaven-sent.
Armed with a Holy Pen of Light that'll crush your regiment.
Niggas claim to be the best, and say MY team's inferior.
But YOUR'S is gone. Life's a b***h, and you've been fearin her.
Niggas vanish without a trace, then come outta the woodwork.
Talking s**t like they're people you'll only DREAM you could murk.
Pricking with sharp tongues, but my scythe cuts them deeper.
"Veterans" using the past as life-support, but I'm the Grim Reaper.
Times change. Think you're great? Time to re-prove it.
I treat reps like money on garnished checks: I'll remove it.
The arrogant's ashamed to lose, and say, "I wasn't really trying."
But their best looks the same as their worst, so quit the silly lying.
To niggas that thought they were so high in stature, that they looked down on niggas on the come up. Only to have those up and comers snatch their spot. To niggas that have that elitist attitude and doubt somebody else's team, only to have their own team disintegrate into nothing. Look who's shining now, mutha ********. Learn a new technique.
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Jaiden Stryker Vice Captain
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Lucky Lucifer Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 1:54 pm
Was the come-up a product of dumb luck?
Heard so many good lyrics, maybe some stuck
Slowly become tough, but some ******** suck
Now I'm shooting stars, leaving rappers Sun struck.
Got a couple wins and massive ego.
That would rapidly grow to magic Peach mode
Nothing that guy types, better than what I write
But opponent punches, are always harder in hindsight
This kid has grown sick and I didn't notice
And I've written so s**t like he is a no-vice
I thought I spat fire, cos I lit a old wick
Now dude's giving me the torch like '***** hold this'
I'm writting more like I'm jotting s**t oot(out)
But dude's are emotional with knots in their bloose (blouse)
Straight males don't talk about the c**k in ya mooth(mouth).
Obviously now, they don't know what it's aboot(about)*
Go, talk, speak. I'm so your league
People opening doors, so go forth please
Got a complaint? Well, you're owed your speech
Because you're not there, but hear the echo 'you're free'
Adress it to: 666 No Law Street
coz cuz ii'm so raw G33, that's so all me.
You do whatever goes for you
And I'll do whatever goes for me.
Responsible so I'll even reimburse your fee
You're flows bored me so, don't talk please.
You can't become tough if you neglect that
Don't run gums, hustle, I'll respect that
Praying dumb luck will bless the next track
I dream of the come-up and the get back.
*If you've seen south park the movie you might get the subliminal.
Totally inspired by Strykes verse, but not aimed at him. Talking about a couple of people.
=)
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2009 3:54 pm
im no gangsta but this btch is tough
i aint here to show niggas up
i dont give a f** i do what i must
keep the glock 45 tucked
please believe in god we trust my gun ill bust
i refused to be touched so
i eradicate my foes slow
take family for my dough
cuz a true go getta knows winters be cold
pockets aint swollen the true be told then
movin in to take the kill like a true g I stay trill
not because of the killer thief inside me but the real i keep
then again it could be the silent killer in me i can still hear the long *flat line*
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