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These are ill verses.....from pro's
« on: April 14, 2002, 01:48:19 PM »
Yo look at these and rate them....just wanna compared, i thoughr they were pretty hot.. :o :o

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CHINO XL - nunca

I won't lie, some nights I feel like I've been forsaken by God
victimized, plagarized like Speilberg did Amistad
unzip like Isaac Mizrahi
He who laughs last laughs best but never again is the mantra that I cry...
I spit like Ming the merciless, blissless bliss high risk piss
clench fist, the massicistic sadistic from every verse on this
Behold my serpents hair like purseus ill impossibly,
larceny, broken velocity through lightning speed viscosity
My philosophy, speak animosity keep shit in a bag like a colostomy

CHINO XL - Never (a bit different then Nunca...look carefully

I won't lie, some nights i feel like I've been forsaken by God
victimized, plagarized like Speilberg did Amistad
He who laughs last laughs best but never again is the mantra that I cry...
I spit like Ming the merciless, blissless bliss high risk piss
clench fist, the massicistic sadistic from every verse on this
Behold my serpents hair like purseus ill impossibly,
larceny, broken velocity through lightning speed viscosity
My philosophy, speak animosity keep shit in a bag like a colostomy

Screwball - Y2K

See its our destiny to count G's an' a semi-squeeze
Shoot the breeze, volley how the computers might freeze
So Im'a store water, guns, can foods and keep order
We spaz out you cats prepare for the slaughter
The struggle savoir, got my temple on the border
Line, ready to corner you off and get ???, said it
Screwball, read the credit, get your whole team wetted (Yo)
You dealin with some loose cannons (Yo) ready to dead shit

Tray Deee - Droppin Bombz

Well I decided to call this one droppin' bombz
According to the procedure and the mic in my palm
But stay calm, the bombs that I drop are kept
Til I step up the steps where they quest for reps
Upon a stage, the sage shall engage the act
And every flow I bestow shall remain in tact
In exact and in fact, the impact I make colossal
Creating and novating like the great Pablo Picasso
Design every line in my rhyme's the climb, up the ladder
So I know my doe will grow fatter
Untouchable, because I'm cuttin' those corners
Just grip into the script like classified orders
Taking over stages like major invasions
Over throw my oldest foe, show I got the dopest flow
No it's no mistake don't massage your eyes
It's why I should I bring the bomb disguise
I drop bombs

Tray Deee – the hardest

I usually take off first and ask questions never
Because the west is where the eastside rides forever
Clever as they get, miss me with that shit
Now you can bring that shit and get your lip and wig split
Keep a heat on my hip, twenty one in the clip
'Cause I bang with that Gang and the Dogg Pound clique
A zaniac, a maniac with platinum stats
Stayin' hungry as a wolf so I travel in packs
In my Nikes and Chucks, no shelltop Adidas
Just a t-shirt, khakis, and an automatic heater
Take it to the extreme, representin' to the max
Bust a slug in they tail just from eye contact
Gang affiliated tats across my arms and back
Finger tips, chest, wrist, my neck and knee caps
Peep facts, disease back to seize the juice
'Cause I be's the hardest regardless fools

Tray Deee - Way Too Crazy

I'm from the city of no pity where them gangsta's at
Dippin Lacs, flippin sacks, makin paper stack
Ain't no rules it's just who's pushin major weight
and just to claim your stake you gots ta gain some rate
Checkin fools for your dues, let em see what'cha got
Every step is for respect, you either keep it or not
On these blocks I done dropped niggas down to size
Ain't no question when it's flexin, who been down to ride
Til I die, it's just that Eastside mentality
that cause tragedy, now who ya think can handle me?
I'm at my peak, out on these streets with heat
Homicidal techniques and puttin niggas to sleep
I keep busters on point so they don't get lazy
Why you think they sayin Tray Deee's so crazy?
[Jayo Felony] He looked up in the mirror, tell em what did you see
[Daz] A crazy G from the LBC gettin way too crazy


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