West Coast Connection Forum
Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: Primo on February 08, 2004, 04:22:29 PM
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If I registered today so u'd automatically assume I'm a newbie\\
A confident gay u thought u could 'slide that shit right threw me'\\
Your audios sound like screamin on a song like Clues team\\
Seperate the atoms from the quantums and reverse time\\
My texts like 'Snorting grams of Oxycontin','u dead after the first line'
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but since you gave me that first line, i'm dyin-for-seconds/
so i could feed it to emcee's always cryin-on-records/
supplyin-the-wreckless type lyrics that could bury-a-body/
and cause i love my shank, don't mean i don't carry-a-shotty/
spare-me-your-hobbies, you can't amount to shit-and-it's-final/
it don't take much for me to burn wax, that's why i stick-to-the-vinyl/
if 8 bars could prove me insane, start callin-me-manson/
my mind is 'home alone' fuck it i'll take McCauley-for-ransom/
peace.
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Ya better drop down coz u get shot clown coz i rule this yard like P in lock down, so i guess u gettin a shank in the back, i believe if u get high ranks u r wack, it means u try to hard i fry retards, sum fags ridin a bunch of cock, leave ya body crunched wit shots coz ill slapu twice a day when workers punch the clock
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I'm the reason your whole soundclick webpage horribley flopped\\
If u were in jail and needed a "Bond" get on Sean Connerry's cock\\
Mixin' Hpnotiq with the Absolut Vok, bandana half on like a wannabe Tupac\\
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My frees 'Outwit and Outplay' cats like the slogan for 'Survivor'\\
You couldn't 'host this battle' if this was '8-MILE and u Mekhi Phifer'\\
I can spit in real life, most of ya'll are just ALRIGHT WRITERS\\
ABORIGINIES SHOULD STICK TO RUBBIN TWIGS TOGETHER TO LIGHT FIRES!!!\\ muahaha whatup maxi.
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Primo ill have ya food "inna tube" like "bike tyres"...
in this verse i'll "play 3 people" an i aint Mike Myers..
you short of a cuple a bullets?..my chrome got plenty..
Mouse never got mentioned...in his OWN "top twenty"..
all this shit...alerg betta roll wit 30 dudes fa his protection..
"stick to vinyl"..not even if i took glue to ya collection..
no beef jus wanted to add on...mouse shouldnt be mad..i plugged his top 20 thread..that shit ill....lol
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Whole crew affected//
Like childeren that suffer emtionally frum being neglected//
I am hard, erected, crew astonsihed left sayin "look-wat-tha-tech-did"//
Bodies detected, body woundz inspected//
FEDS concluded it musta been done with illegal weaponz//
Forensic filez teach ya valuable lessonsz//
Rare Smith n Wessonz, odd lookin heatz that leave guessin.....thinkin twice//
"should i fuck w/ him?", na just take hike//
Demented tacticz makin tha hardest die 2nite//
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the evolution o' rap on this board done lost much o' its men/
the retribution fa dat is bout ta be cold blooded revenge/
I told youngens to end thinkin they freestyle veterans/
but naw nobody listens just like three time felons/
real rhymin's expensive for some it was cheaper to bite/
but they fell in a hole if "their" shit seemed too deep to recite/
im 19 but fuck wantin to be cuz its bein what you are/
I'll chop off your arms and leave u dreamin of reachin the stars/
lock me up I'd prob'ly still pack a gun in mah cell/
fuck saddam and fuck heaven cuz I'm governin' hell/
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i can't picture who's rhyme was doper Mack's-or-Mouses/
but when i rip it converts yall from jeans back-to-blouses/
yall can attack-the-twelve-inch and i don't mean short-records/
you've mentioned my name but believe me i've absorbed-better/
illicit you can pack all the guns-in-ya-cell/
but you ain't kidding nobody, none of thum-have-a-shell/
damn it's funny, hammer was served by an infected-rat/
all them selected-cats i chose to mention, are those i respect-they-raps/
peace.
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i'll wear multiple gang colors and disect-they-gats\\
Come around here and flont ,we neglect-gay-cats\\
Take ya bullshit to soundclick cuz A&R's reject-they-raps\\
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Cats texts are more primitive than MS-DOS-commands\\
My shit is more smokin' than them Reggae-Rasta-fans\\
like "old Nintendo game musicians' i "Rock nuttin but CONTRA-BAND"\\
i freestyle and don't write PERIOD
other cats write and aint even NEAR IT
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Pr1mo why the fuck are u comin at me like he got-beef? u cnt link me 2 1 'real verse of urs' coz u buy fake chains from the swap-meet...
Ur just a dirty fag u just cock ride-u-hoe, u live in a trailor u resemble Em but u wnt make it big instead of 8 u got 1 million miles-to-got...
Im known to draw tecks ya know n str8 wreck ya flow, u really are Ruff dawg coz from the ghetto a trailor park is 1 step-below...
Watch auto lie in da cut n stake-out-this-hard-bitch, nah u aint RUFF u just 'trailor trash' so ima 'evict u from clubs' to 'take-out-the-barbage'...
look pr1mo look i got personals to YAY!!
lmao
HOLLLLLLAAAAA
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Your right I'm trailor trash but I don't resemble~shit\\
I saw your pic, you look like Mario from that Nintendo~Hit\\
Pr1mo spits radioactive syllyques so i am a Toxic~Writer\\
Maxi has no respect anymore becauses hes a Constant~Biter\\
Not smart enough, you bit shit that I wrote \\
MY punchline was highlighted in ya profile quote\\
NUFF SAID...no credibility
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i know u dont need an r&b singer, cuz u'd rather sing along with Ja, so ill rep the middle fingers for yuh,
u coulduh rep Nas but i STILL rule the world,
if i wanna hear sick ill just hurl,
only thing sick i wanna see is 24's while the candy paint swirls,
now i could twirl with my hands down my pants an give u a chance,
but instead id rather annoy ya then destroy ya then advance
*no beef yall, just joining the cypher*
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Pr1mo u jst forced all ya multis... u just a clown-to-kill, talkin to ya mumz bout movin out so she pushed ya house down-the-hill...
U even said i look like Mario? can we say gay line since i got dark-skin, nU live in a 'camping ground' u only 'read between the lines' coz u got 'ON SITE PARKING'...
Wacth auto bring up old shit to fight-this-hoe, u was always 2nd best remember always 'being in my shadow' 'Like-the-crow'...
Claimin u better than me i dare u to venture-the-brag-son, coz ive been above u since i 'got inside ya head 4 the Wattah title' like i entered-the-dragon...
N u think ya played personals about me hold weight? i got no fear-of-this-dyke, but u lst to Infinite on accapella coz u sound like lil Britney Spears-on-the-MIC...
damn pr1mo u come up wit da same personals over n over again either u not tryin or u aint that ill no more
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maxi, lately u bring-tares-when-u-type, quit bitching in silince n step a few-stairs-to-da-mic/
it's time to unlock...
peep my insite, as i flick some textile to-the-site/
it's been a while since i kicked a ryme to-the-type/
cuz lately i just prefrer to grip a mic-n-egnite/
fa u superfishal text byters i bring da verbal kryptonite/
my man mouse spitin' flames in giga bytes, my man primo bring fire to da types...
vetz still in da game... swaping up newborns like baby wipes/
Alerg u still the mane... i'm still feeling ya types, still wanna hook up and colab on da mic?/
maxi seem like u maxed out...
sorry plz swipe again... cuz ya lyrics geting thin... u los credit here lol
thanx too the over seer we all still up in here...PEEEEEACE !!!! 8)
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or it could be that i havent wrote in over a year and i just been freestylin
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I embarass rappers, have em deleting accounts
Cuz you like Saddam, your weapons got depleted amounts
Call Michael Buffer, have the moment you were defeated announced
Those standing get sliced up, the seated get bounced
When I start speaking these nice words, its only the tip of the ice berg
World renowned, in China my title fight's heard
These MCs get torn out the packaging, leave only reciepts and wrappers
Dont call it a comeback, I never stopped coming on these rappers
still got it
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press 9-1-1 on yo Cell when I pull out my Gun\
Im testing less progressive Mc's with their lives on the Run\
My lyrics make u Fagz errect, later u swallow the Cum'\
As a result yo' flowes are sounding the way that they sound\
see playa, u replaceable, just like the rest of them newbies\
oh yes, u guessed, there's plenty wannabe's who rhyme just like u b'\
not cause u are the prototype or stand up to the hype\ simply u peepz are alike, none of u fuckz on my sight\
see, I might slice yo lungz and eatem like some typa delight\
Like Hanibal after Im done witcha u'll see that bright Light\
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what is that Im hearing\
guess truth is too hard for bearing\
there is no one whom you scaring\
intimidated degraded in fact the one who be fearing\
this crowd is hating on you, no props no love and no rating\
promissed to hang up my mic, tho' there's some height for u to climb\
check out yo lines, lil' homie, man that don't even rhyme\
as I said, Life on the run, assasinate fools for fun\
this battle is foul cause yo shit is so dull\
specific horrific methods just fucked up yo skull\
in between your eyes u get punctured sliced\
twise your size guys are lynchin your corpse\
of course, this lyrical fabric being the source\
of unnatural death, disfunctional vests, are put to the test\
digest the rest, grew up in the dragons nest\
built to last, squeez first, tho' I guess Im cursed\
the beast in me is nursed, deadly with no remourse\
farthermore, killing increases my inner force\
so in doors or out doors, cause or for no cause\
quantities of poison just in the right dose\
are tossed in your direction\
there's gon' be no protection\
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see through? dead people? the fuck is that bullshit?\
I ain no psychiatrist who u confusing me wit\
u spit a pile of pretened shit, u yoself don't even get\
it don't show that you'z deep, if no one understands\
let's set a new deal, since making sence is good defence\
get one senceable sentence out, yo mouth is good for opening cans\
u must be tensed or something, cause your rhymes iz so unclear\
mine iz Nuclear\
I tellin' ya-Dislecsia- is what u should fear\
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I'll take your words and screw em up, can't believe what you seein,
Mix the time before your eyes so you won't make it past 12 PM,
I'll approach you and shoot, show ya how to bust-these-streets,
U don't know how to react its like ya was bumpin just-blaze-beats,
Everyone of you motherfuckers gets popped, cos I hold my glock with a steady-hand,
I'll dig the hole first, so I guess this murder is ready-planned,
Actin all gangsta, when the only thing ya shoot is tequila-and-coke,
I ain't no green lantern, but I'll mix ya face black and blue and steal-ya-smoke!
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...you tangle-wit-Kill the steel-will-smoke//
or I'ma strangle-you-till you gonna cease-to-choke//
this MC's-a-loc, you got ice-and-chains ?//
well i got knives-for-veins and slicin-brains//
you better "give credit" or ya life is the "price-you-pay"//
on the mic-I-slay, still reppin Cloud 9-you-gays//
you better behave in silent-ways or the caps is gonna find-ya-face//
get ya life-erased, you hoes-ain't-testin-this//
you wanna roll-in-Lexuses, holdin-Techs-and-shit//
better wake up or you get chrome-and-lead to your solar-plexuses//
don't-forget-this-shit wit Kill "up in ya" there's no hope-for-exorcists//
...just a simple lil keystyle....peace
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spoiled bitch, i eat you while trippin on oil-drips/
and leave your ass blue all over as if you were a loyal-crip/
it's the battle of mice-and-men, and my advice-to-them/
is stay the fuck away from me if i'm clutching mics-or-pens/
your the type-who-pretends, i'm a strike of lightning-within/
leaving a pale look on your face worse then after Jackson lightinged-his-skin/
i have no choice but to end you, got both eyes-on-the-trigger/
so you were warned like buying cd's with perental advisery-stickers/
peace.
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let's clear this out homie, u asked to know now Im on it\
Im a pathetic hungry Mc,unfullfilling my destiny\
with credit or without, I still give an honest fight\
As for my cd you're right, that piece was shity it died\
I realised it, some time b4 I released it\
reflection of life, but in fact shit was strange\
I felt that shit din't cover enough thematic range\
so I pushed the album back, the release date was changed\
my eyes r set to the future,u know wisdom comes with age\
but now enough about me let's talk about u,style lacks\
cyber MC almost never heared on wax\
at least I ain't scared to recieve feedback\
word-play feels gay when it comes out that wack\
and if u wanna I can kill yo ass on a realife track\
the only crowd you atract, are those same wannabe mc's\
if yo balls Silicone thick, better give up on dancing\
facing an oponent I tend to get out the -best of him\
but battling u, Im wondering where's the -rest of u\
U contredicted yoself while writing that stand shit\
admited that in fact no one can understand shit\
u must have 2 lives cause yo personallity split\
niether have the capacity of either skillz or wit\
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Fuck internet emcees, ya'll can't rap just good at compositions\\
Get an A in english class and enter an online keystyle competitions\\
I freestyle shit line to line i don't give a fuck what cats say\\
Metaphors come naturally like combustion from a gats spray\\
I swear when I pre-write I rip emcees to shredsssssss\\
Half the cats on here can't spit one bar,straight from they headsss\\
Ya'll just wannabe rappers typing from European countries and shit\\
Notice that I emphasised the word typing cuz none of you cats really spit\\
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Fuck internet emcees, ya'll can't rap just good at compositions\\
Get an A in english class and enter an online keystyle competitions\\
I freestyle shit line to line i don't give a fuck what cats say\\
Metaphors come naturally like combustion from a gats spray\\
I swear when I pre-write I rip emcees to shredsssssss\\
Half the cats on here can't spit one bar,straight from they headsss\\
Ya'll just wannabe rappers typing from European countries and shit\\
Notice that I emphasised the word typing cuz none of you cats really spit\\
Shit, this cat really spitz n just might blast really quik/
Strait outta Killa Kalifornia where tha gatz really rip/
Flow off tha dome n pop tha chrome, fuk, they call me "Coppertone"/
Deflectin heat, inject tha beats with nuthin but infected speach/
In otha words i 'spit sick', like flem from yah throat/
Im 'comedy twisted', cus im bendin you jokes...
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putin' a flame on these hoes, destroying u falks\
certain mc's concentrating on always saying the last word\
a lil nerd up in his room thinks this is the real world\
the fact he doesn't realise is it's no world, it's a board\
don't u worry, I promissed u, a track will be heared\
before u back into the shadowes wit yo tail between yo legs\
don't be a fag, i got an interesting testing for u to observe\
look back alil bit backwards, who first called names, u have\
I kept it quite subliminal in fact, untill yo ass cracked\
I understand that it's tough for u to handle the heat\
almost impossible for u to recognise your defeat\
in deed, oh wait, try looking for yo name up in my shit\
see I don't need to fill gaps, to serve u wit a hit\
so you're all lit up now, it's visable that u burning\
be4 I live u alone and, wit yo mind to learn from it\
one more thing about the track-our little meeting on wax\
you waz the one to start this bullshit so u set it up\
I leave the choice up to u, so let me know whaz up\
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Daygo fightin ima have 2 start 2 throw lefts.. cozu know Daygo is SO SO n this kid really is Tone-Def...
Ur weak bitch to me ya whole text-is-funny, i used to 'roll on hoes' then Tone bit my moves like Jess-from-Honey...
Ima linger on my lines 2 give yall a long-defeat, I GEEZY is a police officer n this wack MC still aint 'ON-THE-BEAT'...
Pr1mo ur bitchin out so ima leave u dead-first, ur wack but u 'gotta have faith' but ur lst text u complained mo dan fred-durst...
U think ur 'better than me' coz u got a mic its all bout the chedda-fam, coz i'll 'ROB' yo ass n snatch ya mic now whore the BETTER-MAN...
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I'll see u later man, better yet, on the other side\
now that Im done with that foo', Ima continue my ride\
a slight change in plans fam, another gem just hit the fan\
my lyrics in demand, I can't get these bitches of my back\
"how did u write that?" "help me improve my shit it's wack"\
man, I don't know about that, tho' if u wanna get smacked\
macked on by inmates in a cell, swallowing cock after cock\
this is the typa crowd I can help u atract\
in fact this ain't about me, b it's yo' natural tallent\
swallowing cum' in gallons, trully i think it's your calling\
now U falling lil homie and u can't get up\
lyriclly messin' with me son?- get yo' ass riped up\
all these dicks all at ones shiftin' against yo kidny\
but for some reason u simply can't stop yelling "feed me"\
increase the speed b' fo' sheezy, I Geezy is sleezy\
ain' no other mc can hit u like this here, u need me\ weather u Luv me or fear me, it's in me\
the abillity to draw this atention, it's silly\
plain stupid, how U look at me and getting the feelin\
like Cupid just stick an arrow up under yo ass\
impressed, still bringin' this tight shit nonetheless\
plenty rappers to correct, not enough mics to bless\
I hope u won't miss the massage stressed up in this context\
from Middle east to the west, I to da Geezy the best\
to ever test the boundaries of the game\
I ain't a hunter for fame, People like that iz plain lame\
out of yo speach bitch, is where u should leave out my name\
after this flow let's me go I'll try to do just the same\
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Some real good efforts here bruh.