West Coast Connection Forum
Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: 2DaMtHrOwEd on November 01, 2002, 12:39:07 AM
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automatic flows,yall knows who we be ,blowin trees,smokin weed,its,U.G.T,causin static,underground takticcz,dramatic faggets,bleed outa habit,we constitly causin static,leavin whole scenes frantic,when they see the automatic.
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where gettin dramatic,automaticly,let u have it ,make u faggets bleed,its a habit creatin havok,leavin casaulties,lyrical fatalitys,from flows,for those,who oppose and battle me ,but havent we,gradually caused conflictions in this game,leavein my victims,wit inflictions of pain,and keep my intentions the same,but how can i explain this,when im lit off dat likwid,so explict,wickedness,im kickin this,spittin shit sicca than syphalis ,wit flowz that make u reminiss,and wanna diss this,intence lyricisist,but yall get dismissed,on da quickness,wit a swift intence fist,and left wit a slit wrist,for gettin me pissed,then checked quik,off my death wish check list,for hatin and debatin whatever the fact,my clicks down wit each other,we all intact,together on da streets or on beats when we rap,anit no turin back ,i burin this track ,like burin a sack,never half steppin,im strapped wit my flow,im a verbal weapon, and thats how it goes down,rap phat on tracks wit dat westcoast sound,thats bound to bump,loud as fuck comin out ya trunk,puffin on sum skunk,wit my hand on da pump,ready to dump ,on whoever want funk
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at the drop of a dime,i can go off wit this rhyme,any time jus flowin off my mind,blowin on sum kind,ass sticky bud,stricktly,its what i luv,so hit me up if u want a dub,cuz ill hook it up,fosho,but gotta stay on the low,lookout for the poe poe,cuz they stroll slow,tryna catch me,but cant let em stress me ,i got dat dro and sum sess weed,its all green wit no seeds,so when im on the scene jus holla at me fo what u need,or hit me on my pager ,if its major,for a QP or ah key anit nutthin fronted or free,but i stay blunted ,got those oz's fo cheap,cuz its albout tryna make a come up and maintain,refrain from all dat dum stuff dats lame,how can i explain,its all da same game,all da struggles and pain,tryna husle to fame,and fortune,i spit fire like flames dats scorchin,yer a shame like an abortion,get out da door hor u dont want no more shit,im sicc of yer drama ,so pack yer shit and get shipped to yer mama,quick,like a trick dyke,so bitch ,grip,da dick tight,don't trip when it spits white,watch it drip down yer lip its a sicc sight,cuz i came equipt like ah pimp right,cuz i never slip when i dip in the late night,i feel great when i hit on this spliff and stay high,no lie cuz i luv 2 puff bud,and stay buzzed wit da red eyes,fuck clear eyes,thats fo dykes and qweer guys,so realise,its no surprise,when i rise,leave all u guys,mesmerised,from my rhymes,decline all who dispise at 1 time,down a line in a row,u fuck wit mine,i let my tech 9 explode,and blow holes threw yer dome..
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Tight
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Not Bad..
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Good shit
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its iight