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 Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2007 7:43 pm
Jaiden Stryker and i aint stopping till I pass away in my Tomb... When it comes to tombs, I can't help but raid them. Jackin' quicker than the ripper, I move swift like a phantom. I got a dynamic skill that ya'll niggas can't even fathom. And I got a heart darker than the knight defending Gothem. Silently slipping in soundless as a silhouette Boldly battering buster's bodies, bloody with my lyrical bayonet. Boldly battering buster's bodies, bloody with my lyrical bayonet. Aright mutha ********, show me where tha paper at Befo' i squeeze this trigger, and peel yo cap If you didn't know, you know now, Ima money fiend So hurry up wit that knap sack and give me the green This ain't just a heist, it's straight armed robbery And I'm gettin' away so don't tryn' follow me If you snitch, Im come back 6 slugs leaving you laying in a mat A tombstone above you where you lay below Reading, here lies the fool that thought he could escape his shadow Thats a promise, I put that on everything, i wont fake it I taken yo money, yo jewels,im leaving you butt naked All I want is money and power, ******** the fame 1 shot, no pain, splattered brains Won't miss, got a great aim
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2007 8:44 pm
OutlawShadow Jaiden Stryker and i aint stopping till I pass away in my Tomb... When it comes to tombs, I can't help but raid them. Jackin' quicker than the ripper, I move swift like a phantom. I got a dynamic skill that ya'll niggas can't even fathom. And I got a heart darker than the knight defending Gothem. Silently slipping in soundless as a silhouette Boldly battering buster's bodies, bloody with my lyrical bayonet. Boldly battering buster's bodies, bloody with my lyrical bayonet. Aright mutha ********, show me where tha paper at Befo' i squeeze this trigger, and peel yo cap If you didn't know, you know now, Ima money fiend So hurry up wit that knap sack and give me the green This ain't just a heist, it's straight armed robbery And I'm gettin' away so don't tryn' follow me If you snitch, Im come back 6 slugs leaving you laying in a mat A tombstone above you where you lay below Reading, here lies the fool that thought he could escape his shadow Thats a promise, I put that on everything, i wont fake it I taken yo money, yo jewels,im leaving you butt naked All I want is money and power, ******** the fame 1 shot, no pain, splattered brains Won't miss, got a great aim Wont miss? ***** please, your piss always hits the toilet seat. If you ever hit ANY bulls-eye, for you, that’s a feat. But me, I’ll have your punk a** kissing the Converse that’s on me feet. I surpass your a** so greatly, you’d think it was a GameShark cheat. You call yourself a money fiend, but your money comes from Parker Brothers. And your promises mean nadda cuz you’re a mark just like the others. Talking the same big game, to only get burnt in my flame. And it’s a shame that you’re a lame brain, getting replaced like Dame. You want money and power? You’d better stick to San Andreas. Cuz in reality, you’ll find a bullet digging straight through your pancreas. There’s no escape, I’m getting jungle like Planet of the Apes. Then I keep your elimination on the down low like your homo sex tapes.
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Jaiden Stryker Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 12:08 am
Reply to this in the diss topic if you wanna continue this ish.
No need to diss with ish, or it may be a quick finish.
Got crew taking more licks than Clifford's dog dish.
I cause more chaos and ruckus than the Taliban.
So call me Osama Bin Stryker, cuz I got a destructive pimphand.
I think these cats need to understand that this world is ruled by money.
Scandalous bitches like niggas with switches, so don't be acting funny.
Cuz if you are, you'll have to dodge shots to your tummy.
If not, you'll be forgotten just like a Gaia grunny.
But hey, much to the world's dismay, I get a nice pay.
And if I may, I'm out to jack your Rolex today.
Not because I'm broke, but because I'm trying to keep my pockets fat.
Cuz if they aint fat, I can't afford to pay for my Caddilic.
Without a Caddy, daddy's ego will leak like R Kelly's piss.
And I'll have to jack again, having victims ask "why?" like Jadakiss.
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 12:29 am
And I'll have to jack again, having victims ask "why?" like Jadakiss.
I rock my locs and khakis, but look at Lox like Jadakiss.
And be like, "What ever happened to this cat?" And reminice.
When lyricist ruled the world, no fingers snappin'
The days where gangsta came to the party and got it crackin'.
Nas says hiphop is dead, but I see otherwise.
Hiphop has just been taken hostage, so recognize
That everybody needs to step their game up, ******** a motorcycle dance.
Them niggas need to be impaled with a lyrical lance.
What's with the golf slacks? Where's the baggy pants?
I'ma soldier of the streets, locing' up in my gangsta stance.
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 5:54 pm
Jaiden Stryker Here b***h. http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?page=32&t=3693741#99929782And if it were simply a misunderstanding, you should've simply said that, rather than going idiot. With that, I'd have simply edited my post and it would have been a done deal. But you didn't think that far, did you? You let your childish emotions put you in a little e-rage because I responded to your s**t with a LIGHT diss. You claim that wasn't a diss, but you wrote it like a diss. Look at it, damn it. How can you expect someone to NOT take it as a diss? Don't blame me because you don't know how to properly get a message across. This could have been different if you simply chose to think before acting. Meet me in the other topic. You told me to diss in the other topic, but dissed in this one. So I responded doing the same thing. Don't tell me to do something when you did it FIRST. And cred? Lol. Shut the ******** up with that Gaia cred s**t. Quit catching feelings from a ***** you don't even know. Don't you have any shame? i didnt say gaia cred, b***h. i meant hip-hop cred you ******** lame. how you gonna cypher or battle in real life over gaia? <******** gaia *****. i just came back. i was gone 2 months. you the mother ******** lame making gaia, and videogames your life. i got better s**t to do. like actually hustling, and getting my ******** on. you whack a** *****
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 5:56 pm
Jaiden Stryker And I'll have to jack again, having victims ask "why?" like Jadakiss.I rock my locs and khakis, but look at Lox like Jadakiss. And be like, "What ever happened to this cat?" And reminice. When lyricist ruled the world, no fingers snappin' The days where gangsta came to the party and got it crackin'. Nas says hiphop is dead, but I see otherwise. Hiphop has just been taken hostage, so recognize That everybody needs to step their game up, ******** a motorcycle dance. Them niggas need to be impaled with a lyrical lance. What's with the golf slacks? Where's the baggy pants? I'ma soldier of the streets, locing' up in my gangsta stance. Ima hold my breath and take a chance Life seems to pass by way too fast Look closely, i have the eyes of a murderer La Muerte, you ever heard of her? she's the head ho of bitches sends niggas 6 deep in ditches She lays wit you there, six feet deep She can creep up on you in your sleep She loves the bang out the gun Painting walls red is her fun More gruesome the better Darker than any scarlet letter She always making attempts to see me But I say, b***h i aint in a hurry You be my main, and stay at my side Send you at my enemies who ready to die
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 6:06 pm
OutlawShadow Jaiden Stryker And I'll have to jack again, having victims ask "why?" like Jadakiss.I rock my locs and khakis, but look at Lox like Jadakiss. And be like, "What ever happened to this cat?" And reminice. When lyricist ruled the world, no fingers snappin' The days where gangsta came to the party and got it crackin'. Nas says hiphop is dead, but I see otherwise. Hiphop has just been taken hostage, so recognize That everybody needs to step their game up, ******** a motorcycle dance. Them niggas need to be impaled with a lyrical lance. What's with the golf slacks? Where's the baggy pants? I'ma soldier of the streets, locing' up in my gangsta stance. Ima hold my breath and take a chance Life seems to pass by way too fast Look closely, i have the eyes of a murderer La Muerte, you ever heard of her? she's the head ho of bitches sends niggas 6 deep in ditches She lays wit you there, six feet deep She can creep up on you in your sleep She loves the bang out the gun Painting walls red is her fun More gruesome the better Darker than any scarlet letter She always making attempts to see me But I say, b***h i aint in a hurry You be my main, and stay at my side Send you at my enemies who ready to die Approaching with my all-seeing eye, Findin' it hard to survive, Cuz rather than succeed, haters wanna see me die. But I aint really tripping of that, cuz I'm blessed. So aint nobody gonna make me get mad and stressed. I got a big heart, but sometimes it's dark. And when it's dark, that's when some drama gon' start. Because it means I'm not in warrior mode. Letting the clip unload. Niggas dropping like dominos is what's foretold.
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