West Coast Connection Forum
Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: AlerG on October 20, 2001, 01:35:55 PM
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the state to date, ain't great but great/
to tear apart emcees, with hate, death, raped then ate/
i change the pace, reverse and pace the change/
face the names in lines like laced shit i taste/
if you misplaced the fate, i have brought to you/
i've been considerate and built your rhymes a coffin too/
ever since i got down with primo and infinite/
i spit shit and make sure that 200% was put into it/
my shit defeat the brave and could free the slaves/
only sixes you'll be hearin bout is deep in grave/
leap in waveform, nature rhymes create storms/
chilled with the mother, it got dry, i created more/
the word 'rhyme' i receive life from it/
my rhymes so sharp they'll split the seed in your baby mama's stomach/
now there's two soldiers headed towards the egg/
which means twice the miracle in 9 months and 2 days/
this shit might be too deep for some of y'all but i know melanin is at this level, peace.
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shitz tight
peace
~1~
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WHOA!.... i aint ever battling you
-Big BpG