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maxi-padz:
"  A LYRICAL BOMB BOUT TO B DETINATED/ DAT IZ CSN ORIENTATED/ WE DA NIGGAZ U OVER RATED/ UNTILL WE BITCHE SLAPPED U WHILE WE FUCKEN FADED...  "


MAXI

we all have a diploma in certifid sicc-ness/
disposen of enemy eemcez wit siccly quick-ness/
carefully elimating competition without a wit-ness/
csn aint no goddam freestyle buis-ness/
its a freestyle frenzy assault lead by-me/
of relentless blood houndz attacken ur whole-army/
unforgiving attackz on packz dat acted care-lessy/
n crossed tha paths of 3 pscho-paths/
now u witnessen tha after-maths/
of 3 lyrical butcherz choppen hoez down at the top of their-craftz/
sharp edged pin pointed spitz leaven niggaz vocal cordz in halves/
now u shoulda thought befo u commited those act-ionz/
coz u bout to visualize our mass react-ionz/
we bout to let loose bullet fract-ionz/
coz we come equiped wit pact-gunz/
u dun wanna fuck wit the certi-fied-onez/
coz we hit hard from inside ur torso cav-ity/
wit short burstz from our lethal activ-ity/
actively slaughteren opponentz in real-ity/
as i pass da mic to another memba of the fam-ily/

SKILLAZTIK

thiz b that sick shit
u may call it certified feces
we blazt week emcez destroy yo kind
tha whole bitch nigga speciez
fa sheezee
dumb niggaz wish ta b part of tha click
but can suck a dick cuz aint nobody feelin wut u spit
u gotta fit tha script 2 b one of tha certified sick nigz
ta split wigz on figz who wish ta sleep with fishez
maxi tha crazy animal
blazin shit when he spit so niggaz c he out standable
down ta hatez he ratez number 1 on ya disgrace lizt
transform like optimisprime if u git thiz nigga pizt
then u dismissed ta hell now me spawn
with hiz weapon drawn he'z known az tha self made time bomb
thatz on ya mom betta yet thatz on ya family
lazt 1 up on tha lizt 2 represent tha click who can it b
tha 1 and only u know me can't no 1 hold me
u'z a phony i'm bout ta lash like a tiger so call me tony
u fuckin phony don't lay a finger on ma butter finger
i'm meaner than tha grinch sittin wit santa and a carol singer
uz a believer while we be tha fuckin lyrical soul reaverz
u bitch azz cow made rapperz meat tha CSN Meat Cleverz!!!

HATESRATS

Causalty the factuality of rhymes spit with prestine accuracy (Pin
point)
the caulous hands be
holding their pride  jerking their "Rich" so carelessly
it must be jealousy
That we stepped on..(Fuck a critic)
The murder weapon
Strapped with a pen and a slight wisdom
to scetch and print funds
etched on my wall...another victum
which one...pick one
Let the shot's sing lyrical screams
(laughing and yelling)
Cause my wordz tickled the BITCH in em'
Still Fuck a Snitch...peal-em
Time will re-seal them
snatching their man-hood and let the truth revial-em'
To the bone and skin
Piss color blood floods the walls in your trim
How can you quit-OuT the war you begin?
simple answer.........CSN

sum mo hot shyt from da csn
u know iz gon be good b4 u opened da post
yo we wanna know yo thoughtz n opinionz of uz on thiz rhyme
if u feelen it or not??
n sum constructive pointz or critism
if u diss uz
den we gon drop one of theze on yo domez 10 x's better than this collab
YA HEARD?
haha
peace
~1

KrAyzIe^LoCo:
THIS IZ DA SHIZNIT
MUCH PROPZ HOMIEZ
N MAXI KEEP DOIN WAT U DO CUZZ


1LUV PEACE

Doggystylin:
yeah that shit is dope shit!

Hatesrats™:

My muthaphukkkn' licence to I'll
Hand clutchn' the steel
the sick cetrified blood spill
only time will reveal
if I do time.......

"Been gone for two weeks......"

Hand prints on the crime tool
the number one rule
stay true
never snitch on your homiez...
I'll spend the concrete sleep behind the wall
before I whistle that bird call (snitch)
the domino's all fall
in place
the last trace was a murder case
And we fleein' the scene
seldom seen
the knight-OwL
swooping over the revenge area...with my sickle and kowl
My girlfriend's 9mm fire howl
The wolfin'
stalking the bustaz who disrespect
They deserved the breakaway blast...hit
after their ghost was sprayed in red spit's
chest split's
head's and brainless..
never imagined the power of the stainless
till' the smell of lead and death mix
locked in the clink for some minor shit...

"Spent the last "wee"k n' a half locked down"

Never will the evidence find us..
Blasting Michael Jackson style.....(gloved)
and the tool is probly in some trash pile...
broken apart swiming with the fish in the nile
swallowed by a New york city "Crocodile"
in hoffa's hand
laying right next to Chandra..
driving 125 miles per hour in a broke honda
six feet under
Where the best cure for hunger is the eternal slumber
better luck hittin' the lotto numberz
Then finding our case
umm...hummm....
their case
Had the handle taped with no chance of a trace
and a pair of rubber surgical
and the black ski' on my face
the last place was the scene outlined in white
and the results of an ended fight
the tight.......trigger
became the hot shiver and a loose quiver
with the messege of vengence to deliver
became clearer......
the only one who know's is face who stares in the mirror....(our conscience)

Hatesrats™:

Coughing out that contagious rhyme pattern
leaving ring's around your saturn
wit' outer space flows
them untouchable without a thick suit and bubble on your dome
the lightyear speaker.......
a million years after still you can't reach tha
ahead of the rest
when my death you still can't fathom the crest
emblem on my chest
that's a huge capital "C"
for the bad eye sight mc's to see
the Hate was locked down for two weeks......
now I'm back on the streets
next level to reach
Stashed away had me fiending for the peach
so my sweet's had the dick stuck in her turf like cleats
since my original release (I was born)
the truth was set free
ThA Knight-OwL
ThA Gem-In-I
the same hatefull guy
still fuck a snitch till' the day I die.....

sum real quik freestyle rymes....lol

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