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'Illicit':
first of all, who asked for ya comment, no one did, so stop it//
I'll have you chokin off this rap worse than a bag filled up wit vomit//
I'm the only true ILL, to ever carry-tha-name//
can not bury-mah-game//
ya bitch ass prolly married-tah-gayz//
cuz your rhyme screams so much homo I'm surprised you dont suck dick//
I aint even wastin mah skillz on a bitch who throws slut fits//
go or get mugged quick, on some verbally murderous shit//
where ya at prolly on tv claimin you friends wit illicit//
sucka got ripped but cant admit//
that ridin dick will git ya killt//
what I speak is forbidden and pure wit//
there aint one single ill prophecy thats ever left ya lips//


fuck this,  straight keyed.

no beef.

@Ss@sSiN:
shit.. you fucking wit  a changed man  8)

ILLPrOpHeCy:
illcit
hey-yo im on Tv but test the programmer ridicule the slander
Because Im not vulgar over and under dagger
Laughed in the face of danger
It was predicted now its obselete
Be conquestable by a small caliber heat
Satisfy the street wars
When angers beyond the clouds and ocean floors
I play through you if aint lucky, so play your cards
I play the law and nature with a rapture
Hands above the collar bone so the snakes cant slither home
Do you see the outcome?
Beware where outcome cries deadly fury
On head aches could leave you weightless like calestetics
Cuz Im a starfilmed in the mental picture
Strikin the weak like a pitcher
To come against me you gotta be drinkin courage by the pitcher
I kill your lecture and especially the extraextra
Read all about it how your soundin knocked you out your outfit
Leave you naked with the Clarks rule over your mind
Cuz you pledged allegiance to perfect attendance
Pay attention and cooperation for a nation unlike you who don't like you
But you choose to aim your fully-automatic static at my attic
Why?

(a).Clarks r a gang

i aint tryna  steal your name illicit i dont want beef with u
but if u want beef it has to be sed.................you cant hold ya own shit down
So how the fuck you gon take my crown clown?
You aint really ready to rumble with the God
Fuck around and get scarred
With ya hands high prepare to fight for ya life
We could box or throw rocks save ya tough talk
Im a southpaw and my style is unorthodox
I leave you coward niggaz tremblin
Bend then I stomp a mud hole in ya ass with my Timbalands
You fuckin pansies got more sugar in ya blood than candies
With ya sober suit-suits and ya cute matchin groups
Dancin around like prostitutes, fatality
I be ya nigga from the UK, bitch :o
What? Fuck-U

__kaLipZo__:

--- Quote from: @ss@ssin on February 11, 2003, 06:19:09 AM ---shit.. you fucking wit  a changed man  8)

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Okay 2pac wannabe

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