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 Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2007 8:49 am
Unlock, c**k, and Pop it
[Chorus]
Fall back boy, 'cause my piece be steal
Whip that b***h up off my hip when s**t get real
Born and raised in Los Angeles so you know a ***** ill
When that red beam hit ya forehead, you know the deal
[Gunshots]
Unlock, c**k, and Pop it [8x]
[Verse 1]: Nick Williams
Tonight its gone be some bangin' so no actin sadity
Attackin the cripping, smackin the slipping, we crackin the ******** yeah we shoot, pre-firin' we gone put that beam on yo head
Cranial iniards splattered on the back wall, symbolizing you dead
You wanna throw yo set up, but dont know what you startin, ho
Call me David Beckham because I stay with an Arsenal
AKs, Glocks, Uzis, finish the ***** off with da Mac
Bail the ******** out, five niggas pile up in the 'lac
My team will do you like Junior Mafia did Dipset
Stop you the ******** out and ask you have you realized you a b***h yet
Before the team came in you was doin all that talkin
Now ya momma at the funeral home pickin out yo coffin
We stay offin', these wannabes, summer Gs
But when it come time to post up on the strip, they slumbering
Kleenex, because these niggas is soft as tissue
My hollow tips will split'chu, wit my precise aim I ain't gone miss you
[Chorus]
Fall back boy, 'cause my piece be steal
Whip that b***h up off my hip when s**t get real
Born and raised in Los Angeles so you know a ***** ill
When that red beam hit ya forehead, you know the deal
[Gunshots]
Unlock, c**k, and Pop it [8x]
[Verse 2:] Baby Huey
Red bandana swayin, out the right pocket hangin'
Leave you body danglin', because you wanted to start bangin
Sangin', thats how I leave my thang, so step up to the plate
Unlock, c**k, Pop innocent bystanders get up out da way
Reaction when the beam hit'chu, shirt drenched with sweat
Grab the K and spray, leave you and yall clique wet
From da window to da wall, everything is bullet riddled
A has been you all washed up, like Kerry Kittles
From Alondra to Compton Ave, Oleander, to Greenleaf
I run the ******** area (HollyHood) yeah you niggas know who the teame be
You seen me, unloadin' on them niggas weildin' the Glock
Call yo b***h Marvin Gaye, because she sexually healin the block
Dealin to cops, thats what I do because I got that smith and wesson
Holstered on the hip, just incase any ***** wanna start steppin
You reppin, if not blood it better still spell out C-K
Niggas better make way when I spray cause they juss ain't safe
[Chorus]
Fall back boy, 'cause my piece be steal
Whip that b***h up off my hip when s**t get real
Born and raised in Los Angeles so you know a ***** ill
When that red beam hit ya forehead, you know the deal
[Gunshots]
Unlock, c**k, and Pop it [8x]
[Hook]
Let the s**t spray to da left (left)
Now sway to da right (right)
Unlock, c**k, and pop it let it go a'ight
Let the s**t spray to da left (left)
Now sway to da right (right)
Unlock, c**k, and pop it let it go a'ight
c**k it, click it, drop it life of the hood
You niggas run up, and get done up, whats good
HollyHood Piru, you know you'd roll wit us if you could
c**k it, click it, drop it life of the hood
You niggas run up, and get done up, whats good
HollyHood Piru, you know you'd roll wit us if you could
Unlock, c**k, and Pop it
cKrabs better make way
Unlock, c**k, and Pop it
you niggas aint safe when I spray
Comptons Most Wanted, blood gang
f*****t a** thugs, you nigas is gay
HollyHood b***h, Piru till the end
Red flaggin, flue draggin all day
You niggas wanna war? Yall signing a letter of intent
Straight to the graveyard niggas.
[Gunshots]
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2007 10:29 pm
I made this a while back, but here it is again.
Real ********’ Net-G’s
By: Law The Stryker(Jaiden Stryker)
I hop on my computer, and log on the net.
Surfing the web for some random s**t that I aint seen yet.
News of entertainment, games, and maybe some politics.
Clinton and Obama on the front page, facing these critics.
I get bored quick, so I gotta find some new s**t.
Jump on myspace to check my latest hit.
I browse it for a minute, and what do I see?
A comment from a punk a** mutha ********’ net-G!
I see this s**t pretty often these days.
Suburban kids acting hard on the net, claiming gangsta ways.
E-gats with e-flags in pics in the wrong damn pocket.
Kids lookin’ like damn foo’s, and don’t know when to stop it.
Hip-hop boards are full of bustas addicted to e-banging.
With rich a** parents, but still claiming to be slanging.
Asking for fashion tips, trying to get me to rate their newest ******** yo Pumas boy, don’t you need to be in schoo’?
Emailing Disney, putting smilies all up in the subjects.
Then turn around and act like you’re straight from the projects?
Posing in your profile pic with a cheap temporary tattoo.
And flaming a ***** on a board, cuz you think he’s afraid of you?
b***h, please!
[Repeat 2 times]
I saw a Net-G bangin’ on a board.
Schooled in a chat, then claims that he was just bored.
He threw somebody else’s hood up in his myspace pic.
Weeny a** net-G’s are makin’ me sick.
Now don’t get me wrong, I know the net is easy to access.
Real gangstas got it too, but they aint trying to impress.
They don’t need to try to be hard on GameFAQs.
They aint trying to send picture files of them packin’ macks.
But you got the b***h niggas talking about their ballin’
Can’t even pay for their pre-paid phone, so who they callin’?
Nobody b***h. They're broke as ******** picked on at school, bullys jackin’ their last buck.
They say they’re pimpin’, but it’s only in an AOL chats.
Real life friends find out, then they wanna deny them facts.
Little Jimmy from Wisconsin, why you claiming Crip?
When you jerk it to hentai, c**k in a kung-fu grip.
You said that you shot at some niggas in the street.
But all you shootin’ is your screen when you skeet.
Pussys on youtube talking about B’s and C’s.
With a candy a** sweeter than See’s.
Clowning The Game, talking about that ***** aint real.
But neither are you, but you act like that’s a different deal?
Starting s**t in chats with grown a** men.
Feeling bold in your home, cuz you’re far away from them.
But you better watch out, they might do like Jay and Silent Bob.
Pay you a visit, and hear them twistin’ on your door knob.
[Repeat 2 times]
I saw a Net-G bangin’ on a board.
Schooled in a chat, then claims that he was just bored.
He threw somebody else’s hood up in his myspace pic.
Weeny a** net-G’s are makin’ me sick.
Net-G’s on Gaia, talkin’ s**t up on the forum.
D-12 World cats got big mouths, but I got somethin’ for ‘em.
On these Hip-Hop forums all over the internet,
80% of users are strictly net thugs, homie. You wanna bet?
You say you got a high death toll, but you must be talking about Halo.
This aint World of Warcraft, b***h. So I suggest ya’ll lay low.
Cuz you can’t out-maneuver REAL G’s, this aint Mario Kart.
Them niggas got real glocks to c**k, and will tear you apart.
Taking pics with red rags, decorated with sparkles and glitter.
Fixing up your curls and lip gloss to impress your baby-sitter.
Pretty boys simpin’ on the net for some dumb a** e-ho.
Get a stain on their white-t, then they wanna go emo?
Why can’t they be real? Who the ******** you gotta prove yourself ******** what they think, internet people don’t even know you.
Be yourself. To hell with everything else.
Cuz if you’re not yourself, you’re a copy of somebody else.
[Repeat 2 times]
I saw a Net-G bangin’ on a board.
Schooled in a chat, then claims that he was just bored.
He threw somebody else’s hood up in his myspace pic.
Weeny a** net-G’s are makin’ me sick.
I’m hoping for the downfall of all of these e-thugs.
With their e-hos, e-gangs, and their ********’ e-slugs.
E-beef, e-fights, too scared to face real jail.
E-dorks caught trying to ejaculate to kiddie porn email.
White kids from Montana talking s**t? It’s funny.
Black kids with horrible grammar. Think you look cool, dummy?
Must be the new trend to sign online, and sound uneducated.
Some of ya’ll grown, but don’t even seem like you graduated.
Staying up late for e-thuggin’, screen got your eyes dilated.
Wanna spark a forum argument, but ended up faded.
Call somebody a n00b, then wonder why you're hated.
Leet speak is wack, ******** them fools that made it.
I'm hanging on the edge, and I'm about to drop.
Making my blood pressure snap, crackle, and pop.
To act hard on the net, but be timid in public.
Only one word defines it. That s**t is PATHETIC.
[Repeat 3 times]
I saw a Net-G bangin’ on a board.
Schooled in a chat, then claims that he was just bored.
He threw somebody else’s hood up in his myspace pic.
Weeny a** net-G’s are makin’ me sick...
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Jaiden Stryker Vice Captain
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Jaiden Stryker Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2007 10:30 pm
Dickrider Massacre
By: The Stryker
I stand here as a real man, with being real as my plan.
Thinking here while writing rhymes, and finding it hard to understand
how another man can cross the boundary of fan to Stan.
To cross such a boundary is what I call "no-man's land."
There's so many dickriders "going down" quicker than a ******** on quick sand,
that I can touch the Bible right now and then raise my right hand.
Then testify how often I see men and their manhood disband.
It's a shame how many cats act like they got an ovary gland,
as they shred themselves of dignity, not leaving a strand.
Groupies grouping together as one like the Taliban,
attempting to overhype a ******** with their groupie band.
Running their mouth until they see that's all they ran.
They can run and run, but a real ***** will shorten their life-span.
So as I sit here trying to figure out when dickriding got in demand,
the dickriders will keep swinging from d**k to d**k like Tarzan.
[hook]
Some niggas ride Caddies, some niggas ride jocks.
One stop, one shot, now I gotta hide glocks.
The next question will have you riders more sweaty than sweat socks.
With so many left to ride, who's next: Biggie's or Pac's?
There's nothing wrong with enjoying an emcee's work.
But dickriders being biased drives a ***** berserk.
And what's worse is when they curse at a ***** for writing a verse
that burst the bubble of the emcee they love when sent to the hearse.
For some, they out grow it while others ignore it.
But the ridden usually wont admit it cuz they simply adore it.
If you explore it, you see that those are traits of a f*****t.
I know some'll take it personal, cuz that guilt will torture them.
I speak it bluntly, so chances are slim that I'll use a different synonym.
Stryker knows he's offending 'em, and got them acting fem,
with b***h fits gallore. But I find it hilarious.
As I grow notorious, I'm peepin' these cats get all serious
with reactions so vicious, it makes me feel victorious.
Watchin' them flip out is simply glorious.
[hook]
Some niggas ride Caddies, some niggas ride jocks.
One stop, one shot, now I gotta hide glocks.
The next question will have you riders more sweaty than sweat socks.
With so many left to ride, who's next: Biggie's or Pac's?
Riders are silly a** geeks that treat the real s**t like kryponite.
They avoid it at all cost, but catch feelings and want to fight
when you say a certain rapper is overrated. You end up hated
after they feel like they've been verbally faded.
You wont be acknowledged if you speak with knowledge.
Facts and logic are your enemies in the "dickrider language."
Putting beats over lyricism, and lyricism over a subject?
AZ over Grandmaster Flash and the Furious 5? I object!.
I understand opinions are opinions, and that fact wont change.
But the ignorant opinion fad puts your target point way out of range.
Pathetic how some ride the underground for the wrong damn reason.
Makes me wanna change it from Duck to Dickrider season.
I can't help but feel that quality of hiphop is steadily droppin', an',
the game seems like it's no longer poppin'.
The bars so low, it's like niggas putting their souls on escrow.
I come with original s**t, not a style bitten from Nas.
One of the biggest of flaws is that originality's on pause.
Biting styles for your own cause leaves wounds to be bandaged with gauze,
so consider swagger jackin' an assault to result in undue respect.
So stop the sloppy copies, they don't need to be ridden, but checked.
And to all the dickriders that became a Stan along the way,
hop off and pick out your murphy, time to stop acting gay.
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2007 12:48 am
The Revival
By: The Stryker
Opposition keeps tryin' to make me an addition to the mortician.
But keep dissin', and it'll be THEM assuming that position.
Niggas wouldn't listen when I warned: "don't hinder my mission."
Time to have 'em wishin' they didn't provoke my violent addiction.
I tried coming up steadily without stepping on any toes.
Only to end up tested by facing multiple foes.
It's like they got them cornrows in their head too tight.
And it's irritating them to the point they wanna fight.
So I respond with all my might, only to realize my loss of sight.
Forgot who I was, to do what THEY think is right.
Despite me knowing the true path, I still strayed off course.
Influenced by the negativity around me, I end up selling myself short.
But yo, that s**t never last, and I just come back stronger.
Striking down the warmongers to show that Stryker last longer.
Start a war if you want, and use any cheap tactic.
But it's automatic that you'll only attract defeat like static.
b***h niggas can overlook me, but I'll levitate like magic.
And eventually let you suffer a humiliation so tragic.
[hook]
I'm back b***h, so how ya like that, maaan...?
Lost myself, but now I've come back, maaan...!
I've been revived, so how ya like that, maaan...?
This the real me, and you don't like that, maaan!
I don't need to try impressing. Hell, I aint even stressing.
Cuz it's written that people will hate on me for my blessing.
They wanna keep testing me with petty drama that's vexing.
Treating me unfairly because they see me besting
their greatest achievement. And it drives 'em insane.
Because me being on a much higher plane is causing them pain.
Rather than give you props and respect when it's due,
they act like you did something sub-par, like something's wrong with you.
But screw them and their nonsense. Haters will always hate.
Cuz I'll never hesitate to detonate and let my skill devistate.
I speak from the heart, so my words have meaning,
while I ignore the pointless jibberish of those self-demeaning.
Sometimes it feels like I'm dreaming when people are deeming
backwards. Like the Twilight Zone's become real, it's seeming.
Despite the confusion, I know that it's all an illusion.
So I'm staying true to myself so I can avoid losin'
my identity. And that exlusive unique quality
that makes me who I am. So kiss my a** if you can't acknowledge me.
[hook]
I'm back b***h, so how ya like that, maaan...?
Lost myself, but now I've come back, maaan...!
I've been revived, so how ya like that, maaan...?
This the real me, and you don't like that, maaan!
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Jaiden Stryker Vice Captain
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Jaiden Stryker Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2007 11:48 pm
Tha Real s**t
By: The Stryker
I'm on some real s**t, just something for ya mind.
The realness of a *****'s reality, to which the world is blind.
Cats on street corners flippin' more chickens than KFC.
Cops postin' undercover, watchin' niggas sippin' Hennesy.
Young niggas growin' up peepin' game of the OG niggas.
Starvin' for respect and cred, so quick to pull triggas.
Gold diggas strollin' quick, watching the ballers ball.
They want it all and wont stall to jet when that baller falls.
Potheads, shermheads, crackheads gettin' poped like blackheads.
Black and Brown being snitched out to the Feds.
Black and Brown so quick to send the other to deathbeds.
Black and Brown with frowns over a dead homie.
Another homie died after the last. Still frownin'
now downin' Colt 45 to have your sorrows drownin'.
Now that's some real s**t.
[Hook]
In the hood, they're joys and pains.
In the hood, where the drama reigns.
In the hood, we must refrain
from self-destruction... we must refrain.
I'm 21, found the one, and together we stun.
I aint forgot "money over bitches," but the money makin' aint done.
Tried slangin' for a minute til I saw I was being a pawn.
Saw the potential in myself to cause more shock than Spawn.
Shock for them that told the tale that I was gonna fail.
Now that tale's stale as they see the progress of a Black male.
Got my eyes open to not fall for the blackmail.
In detail, I've seen the TRUE purpose for the cracksale.
To poison your own kind, to ensure they'll be no progression.
Cops with a Smith & Wesson tryin' to force a false confession.
Enemies in many forms comin at ya to trigger aggression,
are all done so your reaction will cause incarceration.
A ***** with a prison record can never gain political power.
So don't expect a real future after a bullet shower.
[Hook]
In the hood, they're joys and pains.
In the hood, where the drama reigns.
In the hood, we must refrain
from self-destruction... we must refrain.
5-0's STILL on us, STILL tryin' to come between us.
STILL tryin' to thrill you with bribes that'll kill us.
Some niggas are too caught up in bullshit to really give a s**t,
about a brother trying to come up with something legit.
Throw a fit when you come wit some real knowledge to give,
cuz they take offense when you've found a new reason to live.
Niggas that's don't know nothin' don't want nothin',
so uplift those who WANT somethin', and be like "what's up then?"
when you prove to the rest that you recieved a blessin'.
Cuz leading by example is the best method of a lesson.
[Hook]
In the hood, they're joys and pains.
In the hood, where the drama reigns.
In the hood, we must refrain
from self-destruction... we must refrain.
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2007 11:55 pm
Contradictions on my mind
hard to vision like your blind
desperation all the time
is what i feel like everyday
emotions of a thug born in california L.A
cuz killin is the game i love to play
CHILLIN CONSTENTLY
CRUSIN QUIETLY
KILLIN SILENTLY
is my reputation of how people picture me
comin out of line ill make the fixture see
theres a difference when im trippin
from when im flippin
youll figure it out if i catch you slippin
ima start grippin
start rippin
every last peace
fold you like a crease
drowned you over seas
im just lettin you kno
i dont let everything go
this is more than just a flow
consider this your only warning
like the one you get when its storming
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 12:03 am
I was the guy to get you high
everyday you hipnotize
right away to visulize
bigger clouds than than in the sky
higher than any plane can fly
most just gave a try
an eye for an eye
i gave till the day you die
till i heard lie after lie
now you another b***h or another shy
its all good till the day or high
and feinin cuz your ******** dry
dreamin ill be crusin by
screamin for some more supply
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 4:58 am
I dont think ive ever been so ready
got my gun in my hand real steady
followed your mistakes and look were it led me
your tryin to cover
tryin to find your lover
wishin you could hover
to escape your deatfor another breath
one more dub of meth
or whatever might be left
ima make you stop feinin
make you start screamin
like if you just saw a demon
dont you wish you were just dreamin
you cant face what youve done
this deadly maze has just begun
its a race without no fun
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Jaiden Stryker Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2007 10:40 pm
A Bit of Real Talk
By: The Stryker
It's an invasion! It's like parents aint raisin'
boys to be men, so aint no reason to be praisin'
b***h niggas. These ******** got the Stryker crazin',
so I'm blazin' to calm down before I get the gauge an'
heat a *****'s dome up like I'm cookin' Cajun.
To add some new pieces to his face like it was supplementary,
with simple addition from elementary and pain only momentary.
They talk s**t when they're protected by distance or their people.
But that tough guy act is nothing but decietful.
Runnin' their mouth about s**t that they really don't know
then yell "oh no" when you expose 'em as homo.
If you aint hard, you aint hard. And no shame in that.
But to perpetrate like you are, that s**t is wack.
Ignorant as ********, but put on the act of education.
And that ploy is see-through with a little concentration.
I respect the respectable.
So if I disrespect ya, you're fakeness was detectable.
If you spark s**t, your hits better be connectable,
cuz if not, your head will be a collectable.
On the real, I'll show respect even if I don't like you.
If we disagree, I'll still give ya props when they're due.
But if you diss me, you'd better not miss me,
cuz I'm firing back brisk-ly with shots that can't resist thee.
Got something to say to me? Come correct, ******** the <******** the ego, the peer-pressure, and ******** the critics.
Give me attitude, I'm returning the same treatment.
And if you didn't learn the first time, it's gonna be repeated.
I don't give a damn about who you think you are.
Despite what you're titled, I'm going to leave a scar
if you take the bullshit too far.
You aint no greater than I, so don't step to me acting like a superstar.
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2007 6:07 pm
Jaiden Stryker A Bit of Real Talk By: The Stryker It's an invasion! It's like parents aint raisin' boys to be men, so aint no reason to be praisin' b***h niggas. These ******** got the Stryker crazin', so I'm blazin' to calm down before I get the gauge an' heat a *****'s dome up like I'm cookin' Cajun. To add some new pieces to his face like it was supplementary, with simple addition from elementary and pain only momentary. They talk s**t when they're protected by distance or their people. But that tough guy act is nothing but decietful.Runnin' their mouth about s**t that they really don't knowthen yell " oh no" when you expose 'em as homo. If you aint hard, you aint hard. And no shame in that. But to perpetrate like you are, that s**t is wack. Ignorant as ********, but put on the act of education. And that ploy is see-through with a little concentration. I respect the respectable. So if I disrespect ya, you're fakeness was detectable. If you spark s**t, your hits better be connectable, cuz if not, your head will be a collectable. On the real, I'll show respect even if I don't like you. If we disagree, I'll still give ya props when they're due. But if you diss me, you'd better not miss me, cuz I'm firing back brisk-ly with shots that can't resist thee. Got something to say to me? Come correct, ******** the <******** the ego, the peer-pressure, and ******** the critics. Give me attitude, I'm returning the same treatment. And if you didn't learn the first time, it's gonna be repeated. I don't give a damn about who you think you are. Despite what you're titled, I'm going to leave a scarif you take the bullshit too far. You aint no greater than I, so don't step to me acting like a superstar. MC's swallow these inequalities they ******** ups call em blooper stars For every positive there is a negative agent smith shoots my bars Every bullet outlines my career until it makes a resolution But I always got two solutions just factor me into b^2 - 4ac and add it to your restitution that you wack mc's must pay me My status is quadratic i got an i on my enemies But they aint complex contrary has become a vicinity Where context is is unsexed like a pair of vestal virgins I wrestle merchants sellin lines cheap/ I call their curtain My rhodes are dusty my kids will spit gold/i'm the american dream I can rip it handicap wit my dandy rap b***h pair up ya teams It doesnt matter they will all Ceaz to be they aint og's to me when spydas turn silver i drop em like c's turnin to d's cedar oil in my saliva dissectin live cadavers to hear em scream you see toil in my spleen/ my anger rips through the seams wasnt born to do this but sean john must my pops cause its in my jeans(genes)
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2007 8:28 pm
Yung_Vicious Jaiden Stryker A Bit of Real Talk By: The Stryker It's an invasion! It's like parents aint raisin' boys to be men, so aint no reason to be praisin' b***h niggas. These ******** got the Stryker crazin', so I'm blazin' to calm down before I get the gauge an' heat a *****'s dome up like I'm cookin' Cajun. To add some new pieces to his face like it was supplementary, with simple addition from elementary and pain only momentary. They talk s**t when they're protected by distance or their people. But that tough guy act is nothing but decietful.Runnin' their mouth about s**t that they really don't knowthen yell " oh no" when you expose 'em as homo. If you aint hard, you aint hard. And no shame in that. But to perpetrate like you are, that s**t is wack. Ignorant as ********, but put on the act of education. And that ploy is see-through with a little concentration. I respect the respectable. So if I disrespect ya, you're fakeness was detectable. If you spark s**t, your hits better be connectable, cuz if not, your head will be a collectable. On the real, I'll show respect even if I don't like you. If we disagree, I'll still give ya props when they're due. But if you diss me, you'd better not miss me, cuz I'm firing back brisk-ly with shots that can't resist thee. Got something to say to me? Come correct, ******** the <******** the ego, the peer-pressure, and ******** the critics. Give me attitude, I'm returning the same treatment. And if you didn't learn the first time, it's gonna be repeated. I don't give a damn about who you think you are. Despite what you're titled, I'm going to leave a scarif you take the bullshit too far. You aint no greater than I, so don't step to me acting like a superstar. MC's swallow these inequalities they ******** ups call em blooper stars For every positive there is a negative agent smith shoots my bars Every bullet outlines my career until it makes a resolution But I always got two solutions just factor me into b^2 - 4ac and add it to your restitution that you wack mc's must pay me My status is quadratic i got an i on my enemies But they aint complex contrary has become a vicinity Where context is is unsexed like a pair of vestal virgins I wrestle merchants sellin lines cheap/ I call their curtain My rhodes are dusty my kids will spit gold/i'm the american dream I can rip it handicap wit my dandy rap b***h pair up ya teams It doesnt matter they will all Ceaz to be they aint og's to mewhen spydas turn silver i drop em like c's turnin to d'scedar oil in my saliva dissectin live cadavers to hear em scream you see toil in my spleen/ my anger rips through the seams wasnt born to do this but sean john must my pops cause its in my jeans(genes) Word?????
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2007 9:14 pm
Without hesitation, I enforce my regulation
to attack with strangulation on foes who deny my domination.
Armed with advanced weaponry that damage the population,
i'll assult those who believe in the integration
of weeny a** bustas with real soldiers.
So I shrug my shoulders as I leave 'em in smolders
like the tempers of Enron share holders.
It's become my personal mission to annihilate the opposition
standing in the way of the composition of the REAL ***** coalition.
Cuz the number of perpetrator's too great,
and they hate on what they aint, so I state
this warning to them all before I make their pupils dilate.
Run up on 'em maliciously and feriously like a primate,
and leave the letter "O" around their left eye, mate.
I just kinda threw that together... you can probably tell. XD
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Jaiden Stryker Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2007 12:37 pm
Yung_Vicious when spydas turn silver i drop em like c's turnin to d's
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2007 12:41 pm
Oh s**t..my ***** made the callout for war.
Um..I'll get to writing right quick..lemme go record some hooks for my new joints first, though.
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Jaiden Stryker Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2007 7:39 pm
You know I'm the Stryker, title: Infamous
because I say s**t some other's deem ridiculous.
I enter your domain, and infect it like syphilis
to reduce the side-effects of people smoking cannibus.
Side-effects like people losin' touch with reality,
and end up fallin' victim to their own anality.
Triggerin' Stryker's temper, and causin' ferosity
to the point they think that I've got animosity.
But no hate here, just moodswings with velocity,
with anger to sink lands like Atlantis the lost city.
And it's a pity that I have such a pet-peeve, but believe
you can achieve flight like Christopher Reeve
when my uppercut strikes airborne with malice.
And leave my mark on ya like a DS stylus.
But yo, I'm a chilled guy like you're never seen before.
So I must implore, to not judge 'til you know me more.
As lax as I am, I've proved to be a fighter in spirit,
but as long as you give respect, aint no reason to fear it.
Cuz I'll respect ya back, and be there when needed.
Down for the homies, and they've already conceded
to that fact by seeing with their own eyes, and to their surprise
i'm the greatest of allies.
Still, I have little patience for them arrogant pricks.
Thinkin' they're the s**t, and act like chicks with dicks.
Disagree, and they act like their a** got some sticks.(stick up the a**)
But ride their jock, and they'll talk more s**t for kicks.
So screw that! I'll add to your confidence, not your ego.
Act like my superior, time for the heeve-ho.
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