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 Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 11:33 am
Niggas call me a movie star cause I produce many clips//
If my enemies were waiters Id give em some hollow tips//
If you call that nuthin I also produce alotta shells//
bustas starting s**t I serve em all like Taco bell//
Im a photographer too cause I give headshots//
and even bodyshots thattl leave ya bodies rot//
Ill tear off ya limbs with bullets that just dig deep//
Or use a crossbow 2 ya adams apple thattl put ya to sleep//
Gots guns on me, so many that I walk with a limp//
smack youths with ma pistol widda back-hand of a pimp//
***** dont trip, you die or suckin a d**k like a pacifier//
I even strangle MCs wit there own microphone wire//
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 6:15 pm
OG Villain Niggas call me a movie star cause I produce many clips// If my enemies were waiters Id give em some hollow tips// If you call that nuthin I also produce alotta shells// bustas starting s**t I serve em all like Taco bell// Im a photographer too cause I give headshots// and even bodyshots thattl leave ya bodies rot// Ill tear off ya limbs with bullets that just dig deep// Or use a crossbow 2 ya adams apple thattl put ya to sleep// Gots guns on me, so many that I walk with a limp// smack youths with ma pistol widda back-hand of a pimp// ***** dont trip, you die or suckin a d**k like a pacifier// I even strangle MCs wit there own microphone wire// wow nice wish i was that creative
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 11:33 pm
with ill metaphores to break down my opponents
and rhymes neatly crafted with an assortment of different components
I conquer the rap game, put yall fake MCs to shame
now yall poppin pills to cope with the pain
hip hop is an art of the brain
I'm on a whole different level, niggas call me insane
yeah I said it's all in the mind
my flow's so sublime it should be considered divine
like a messege from God sayin Wu ya too hard
rhymes is unflawed and your skills is too broad
you're a true lawd and you spit strait heat
niggas stand clear when they see you in the streets
yeah its so tragic, I be wreakin mad havoc
my rhymes make MCs disappear like magic and reappear in a casket
fools end up dead, my flow is so sharp it will sever your head
but I'm a true artist, I think that is enough said
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2009 4:47 am
OG Villain Niggas call me a movie star cause I produce many clips// If my enemies were waiters Id give em some hollow tips// If you call that nuthin I also produce alotta shells// bustas starting s**t I serve em all like Taco bell// Im a photographer too cause I give headshots// and even bodyshots thattl leave ya bodies rot// Ill tear off ya limbs with bullets that just dig deep// Or use a crossbow 2 ya adams apple thattl put ya to sleep// Gots guns on me, so many that I walk with a limp// smack youths with ma pistol widda back-hand of a pimp// ***** dont trip, you die or suckin a d**k like a pacifier// I even strangle MCs wit there own microphone wire// You need to get in on this battling s**t.
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 11:18 am
Bigg Law OG Villain Niggas call me a movie star cause I produce many clips// If my enemies were waiters Id give em some hollow tips// If you call that nuthin I also produce alotta shells// bustas starting s**t I serve em all like Taco bell// Im a photographer too cause I give headshots// and even bodyshots thattl leave ya bodies rot// Ill tear off ya limbs with bullets that just dig deep// Or use a crossbow 2 ya adams apple thattl put ya to sleep// Gots guns on me, so many that I walk with a limp// smack youths with ma pistol widda back-hand of a pimp// ***** dont trip, you die or suckin a d**k like a pacifier// I even strangle MCs wit there own microphone wire// You need to get in on this battling s**t. Battling s**t? nah this amateur b***h is busy handling d**k and- Oh wait, wrong thread, my bad
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Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2009 8:36 pm
Didn't even have time to look around,
now my future's shrouded in broken glass,
if they told me i was gonna crash then I'd start to laugh,
cause at that point in my life i was feeling untouchable,
now I'm marked as a Curr and they call me untouchable,
I thought my work ethic was technically infallible,
i could sworn my hustle was all powerful,
until the day i tripped on my muck,
now my own hole has me stuck,
and i just sit there like damn ain't that my luck,
I shouldn't have left to be withthat dude,
or i shouldn't have tried to trick that fool,
i shouldn't have stepped in that unknown car,
cause they'd have me locked behind some crucial bars,
i shouldn't have roled that one final joint,
or maybe i should've gotten the final point,
you look at your life and say what happened,
then you turn around, they takin away affirmative action,
and that puts the brakes on your traction,
and you lose your spot as the number 1 attraction,
and all those friends you thought you really had,
try to snitch on your a** for a brown paper bag,
i see this and it got me sorta madd,
but i guess in the end we should be glad,
look at your shyt next to the next guys over,
and say if i was in his shoes my life would be over.
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 9:31 pm
jceaz Bigg Law OG Villain Niggas call me a movie star cause I produce many clips// If my enemies were waiters Id give em some hollow tips// If you call that nuthin I also produce alotta shells// bustas starting s**t I serve em all like Taco bell// Im a photographer too cause I give headshots// and even bodyshots thattl leave ya bodies rot// Ill tear off ya limbs with bullets that just dig deep// Or use a crossbow 2 ya adams apple thattl put ya to sleep// Gots guns on me, so many that I walk with a limp// smack youths with ma pistol widda back-hand of a pimp// ***** dont trip, you die or suckin a d**k like a pacifier// I even strangle MCs wit there own microphone wire// You need to get in on this battling s**t. Battling s**t? nah this amateur b***h is busy handling d**k and- Oh wait, wrong thread, my bad lmao
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 10:08 pm
You could say my rap is abstract, sometimes just driftin
Its a cold world so strap up and buy yo self sum mittens
you yell out to be heard but yet nobody listens
but everyone knows you when your cadillac glistens
I might as well have been a grandma cusz i luv 2 bake -
catch me up in da kitchen wit an apron n sum cake
a lil icin please, sprinkles i do need
and no i never cease 2 please between da kneez
she say "no mas papi please"
nikka tell me who get freaky like me?
Im an outstanding extrovert, diverse artist
i lyke 2 fry my beef so pass da oil and imma start s**t
started marchin on da margin;nikka u betta march quick
u on thin ice so i guarantee u will fall n slip
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Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2009 5:38 am
***** im on this s**t and i cant be stopped
too G for industry spit flows that are harder than rocks
money go's through more numbers than a god damn clock
am pm money 24/7 make a bill for every tic tock
i dont gotta ******** think this s**t comes naturally
rhymes get you sprung have you thinkin love actually
it's ******** amazing im always and forever #1
an OG in the hood and im still under 21
step up ***** ill get real personal
come through with ur b***h i snatch her, purse and all
money money money thats whats always on my ******** bitches get money cuz im strictly on my grind
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2009 6:37 am
Dishing out Dragon punches like I'm saving Damsels in distress
MS Paint's been uninstalled cos I'm a vandal with the text
Just input my ultra combo, and I'm bound hit you next
Dishing out Dragon punches like it's the final round with Seth.
They write 8's and think they got 9's. I'm laughin
My boy said the closest they come to text/tecs, is margins
I'm peckish, I'm famished, ******** manners man, I'm starving
And I could eat a ******** G.o.a.t so let the sacrifices start then.
Wolf-disguised sheep roar. I don't flinch. I'm flinchless
Taking all your presence like the grinch who stole christmas
Pessimistic, when lifes good I think, "Man - I'm gonna miss it"
Sometimes I think I'm dreaming, needing a pinch it's so Christmas.
So excited I can't sleep. Immature, I'm busy kidding.
I'm not ready die. Not big enough, I'm busy living.
And I hope for your sake, that your on our side.
Beacuse the oppositions tacless and I'm just screaming "stick em".
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Lucky Lucifer Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2009 5:35 am
i exhibit skills that are so exquisite,
you can't help but feel anxious for my next visit.
legendary like Dr Dre with a little bit of Dr Suese.
please excuse the next fuse. i explode and murder like the Juice. (OJ)
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Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2009 6:23 am
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 6:33 am
lyrical genius, but don't hop on my p***s.
don't need no fans to get love like Venus.
you've never seen this, but i'm hip-hop's Jesus.
brigade's too strong for the enemy to seize us.
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 9:15 pm
fakes sit there and hate, well niggas can keep on hatin
cant relate to me, lyrics filled with hatred like it was spit out by satan
broken in every way possible, life is priceless but at the same time worthless
dont wanna die but no will to live so i ponder with a finger on it like should i pull this
thankful for every breath i take but i wish it was taken away
cuz sometimes theres just too much to deal with, theres just too much to take
pain unbearable, it burns inside and out, i can feel my heart being stomped on
being hated is one thing but being abandonned by your familly and left with the world to take on
well bring it on ******** it ima go out with a bang
ima go like MVP when i go so do's the game
yall shoot for the stars, ima aim for a niggas head
and let my legend forever live long after im gone and dead
no more layin low, too late for change, it's time to disapear
forgiveness out of the question, too much pain caused by my inner demons over the years
unwanted, unloved, heartless and left alone
if i thought id be missed i would call this my suicide note
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