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rematch... XZIBIT444 VS LIGHTS

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LAXCENTRAL:
Took you up to the 3rd month for the 3rd round, I say you’re getting old,
Cannot any longer make poker hands fold, you’re now too far from the gold
You’re lyrics are so rusted, (like ecstasy pills triple-stacked) with yeast or mold
It’s not December, but my lyrics give you chills, putting you out in the snow & cold
Let it snow, let it flow as cold as Decembers, Lights is not one you can dismember

You sound like story teller, locked out of the story’s plot, Looking for a new spot
Like I said you don’t belong in the West, and I mean that from my heart, my chest
You’re from the East; you see the sun rise, but the Lights sets in the West,
Let the world look in the nest, throw a party or a fest, & we’ll see I’m the best
A tear, A drop, A fear, A prop, graze your cattle and collect your cream of the crop
You’re hoping lights sucks, and wish you didn’t crap, as you fell onto my mousetrap

Situations might be Critical, but I perform miracles
My references are perfectly parenthetical & my spit is Lyrical
Lyrics.com sounds like something you used when you were 5, I hope
As I smoke dope and rap, break down the weed, and open the Swisher blunt
Pack the weed, do the good deed, and de-root you from earth like useless weeds
Listen to me X-man, you piss me off, X-woman, X-cop, X-bitch, X-con
Listen you fucking X-Kunt, this is a dangerous stunt, & you’re becoming a captured hunt

All we are just a bunch of young thugs, and we be running up and down the streets
Cutting down trees, rollin’ them up into blunts, feeling that summer breeze
I burn rubber off my tires, and I get tired as I waste rubber in my back seat, love seat
Once I’m done with that I take a few more hits of that blunt, with my lyrics I spits
I spit my shit between a bitch’s tits, and above and beyond her clit, just keeping it legit

I show who I am, who I ain’t, the truth be told, because in 40 days all secrets unfold
Be hold the truth, even if it might be illicit or lewd, I rep’ my crew even if it sounds crude
I stay within the realm of everything legit, I don’t let foes, or hoes in pantyhose fidget
If you want to hit me up, whether you’re hoe or a foe, I drop you my digits
And I treat you like a fictional character; a widget, step all over you like a midget
In end LIGHTS settles the score, from the moon to earth core, its folklore
‘Cuz Lights spits like a G, Finishes everything hardcore, while Audiences yell ENCORE   






 

DC8XV3JACKSTER:
i say liiights

Chamillitary Click:

--- Quote from: DC8XV3JACKSTER on September 21, 2009, 10:08:15 AM ---i say liiights

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do you?

LAXCENTRAL:

--- Quote from: Chamillitary Click on September 21, 2009, 01:14:02 PM ---
--- Quote from: DC8XV3JACKSTER on September 21, 2009, 10:08:15 AM ---i say liiights

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do you?

--- End quote ---
i agree with him

Chamillitary Click:

--- Quote from: LIGHTS on September 21, 2009, 02:22:36 PM ---
--- Quote from: Chamillitary Click on September 21, 2009, 01:14:02 PM ---
--- Quote from: DC8XV3JACKSTER on September 21, 2009, 10:08:15 AM ---i say liiights

--- End quote ---

do you?

--- End quote ---
i agree with him

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you probably ARE him lmfao.

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