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somethin quik

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King Tech Quadafi:
On or off the computer, a lyrical straight shoota/
Make manouvers with loaded Lugers, rep hard and bang Fallujah/
I got styles fo days and flow fo weeks/
My loco speech, the way a fo-fo speak/
Drop the diss record, 2 months after the listening/
Half these rappers'll wipe the toilet that Im pissin in/
Kick in the do, to the studio, that u dissin in/
Real recognize real, fugazzis never glistening/
The way the crew run through, nuthin left to speak/
Like Eddie Jones, u never should ve left the Heat/
Closed casket, only thing left chest to feet/
Tell Mama, the rest of her son somewhere on Chester St/

DiSSENT:
That was some gangsta shit. Had some good punchlines too (i.e.: "Eddie Jones/Heat"). Keep writing and doin' your thing. Keep expanding - West Up*  Peace.

TeeRaySix9Teen:

--- Quote from: Fallujah Tech on February 13, 2006, 12:28:12 AM ---On or off the computer, a lyrical straight shoota/
Make manouvers with loaded Lugers, rep hard and bang Fallujah/
I got styles fo days and flow fo weeks/
My loco speech, the way a fo-fo speak/
Drop the diss record, 2 months after the listening/
Half these rappers'll wipe the toilet that Im pissin in/
Kick in the do, to the studio, that u dissin in/
Real recognize real, fugazzis never glistening/
The way the crew run through, nuthin left to speak/
Like Eddie Jones, u never should ve left the Heat/
Closed casket, only thing left chest to feet/
Tell Mama, the rest of her son somewhere on Chester St/




--- End quote ---

Who next-to-speak?! The best-MC youre blessed-to-see/
Wheres Chester-St.? This West-S.D., dont step-to-me!/
"Arrest-the-beat", this 'track-is-locked', attacked-n-rocked/
Klick Klack-yah-popped, hijacked-yah-drop, u blastin?? Not!/
Like "packin-glocks", my 'heat-is-moving', Elite-is-losing/
But keep-improving, dont cry-within, just try-again/
If i hurt-yah-bitch, go purchase-spits, and buy-a-win/


lol just somethin quik...u know what it is Tech, no beef homie.

DiSSENT:

--- Quote from: TeeRaySix9Teen on February 14, 2006, 12:31:53 AM ---
--- Quote from: Fallujah Tech on February 13, 2006, 12:28:12 AM ---On or off the computer, a lyrical straight shoota/
Make manouvers with loaded Lugers, rep hard and bang Fallujah/
I got styles fo days and flow fo weeks/
My loco speech, the way a fo-fo speak/
Drop the diss record, 2 months after the listening/
Half these rappers'll wipe the toilet that Im pissin in/
Kick in the do, to the studio, that u dissin in/
Real recognize real, fugazzis never glistening/
The way the crew run through, nuthin left to speak/
Like Eddie Jones, u never should ve left the Heat/
Closed casket, only thing left chest to feet/
Tell Mama, the rest of her son somewhere on Chester St/




--- End quote ---

Who next-to-speak?! The best-MC youre blessed-to-see/
Wheres Chester-St.? This West-S.D., dont step-to-me!/
"Arrest-the-beat", this 'track-is-locked', attacked-n-rocked/
Klick Klack-yah-popped, hijacked-yah-drop, u blastin?? Not!/
Like "packin-glocks", my 'heat-is-moving', Elite-is-losing/
But keep-improving, dont cry-within, just try-again/
If i hurt-yah-bitch, go purchase-spits, and buy-a-win/


lol just somethin quik...u know what it is Tech, no beef homie.

--- End quote ---

Also some dope gangsta shit. Nice multi-syllable rhymes, had a good flow to it when I read it. Keep doin' you, dawg - Peace*

King Tech Quadafi:

--- Quote from: TeeRaySix9Teen on February 14, 2006, 12:31:53 AM ---
--- Quote from: Fallujah Tech on February 13, 2006, 12:28:12 AM ---On or off the computer, a lyrical straight shoota/
Make manouvers with loaded Lugers, rep hard and bang Fallujah/
I got styles fo days and flow fo weeks/
My loco speech, the way a fo-fo speak/
Drop the diss record, 2 months after the listening/
Half these rappers'll wipe the toilet that Im pissin in/
Kick in the do, to the studio, that u dissin in/
Real recognize real, fugazzis never glistening/
The way the crew run through, nuthin left to speak/
Like Eddie Jones, u never should ve left the Heat/
Closed casket, only thing left chest to feet/
Tell Mama, the rest of her son somewhere on Chester St/




--- End quote ---

Who next-to-speak?! The best-MC youre blessed-to-see/
Wheres Chester-St.? This West-S.D., dont step-to-me!/
"Arrest-the-beat", this 'track-is-locked', attacked-n-rocked/
Klick Klack-yah-popped, hijacked-yah-drop, u blastin?? Not!/
Like "packin-glocks", my 'heat-is-moving', Elite-is-losing/
But keep-improving, dont cry-within, just try-again/
If i hurt-yah-bitch, go purchase-spits, and buy-a-win/


lol just somethin quik...u know what it is Tech, no beef homie.

--- End quote ---

When I spit raps, I spit crack, what made u think I wont spit back/
Klick Klack, I got a sick Gat that'll knock this Flip back/
T.O. we bang colours, Funeraals brang mothers/
Quik to kill our own, what makes u think we wont bang others/
Life is cheap, a couple stacks on ya head/ Equal a couple Macks on ya head/
Fuck you without leaving Jimmy Hats on ya bed/
Pistol whipped with a .36, nine teen times/
Once for every time, I hear a wack line, when one of your team rhymes/

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