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White-Chocolate:
Once again its on, another song,
another thought, another lesson taught,
just ought ta let ya know, cuz when i spit, i flow,
got all yall goin crazy like WHOA!
I ain't tryin ta impress ya hoe, hell noo,
im just bein me bro,
bein real, tryin ta earn a meal and let cha know how i feel, i'd rather rap then pack the strap in the swole of my back, hah, that ain't no way to ack' now hold on as i bring it back, back on track more fucked up then when u on crack,
time to attack the mic,
dont be surprised when i got ya screamin yikes!
hotter then two dykes,
u wanna try to blow up wit me on the m-i-c, don't even bother i know who yall bitches be,
u better have ur min' right,
right now cuz im gon' come at u like POW, holy shit,
what now son?
i hate to say this but like Jet Li i am 'THE ONE'
Til' next one, son, im on the run..

White-Chocolate:
Whats up? No replies haha now theres some lies,
i got replies and these ones for my allies,
yall weak mutha fuckaz tellin' lies,
i depise that shit i see in yall eyes,
watch your bitch im on her thighs,
how long will it take for u to realize ur demise,
ain't no suprise, u can't see me on the rise?
Lies lies, its time for another episode of family ties,
cuz i fries ur family when u badger me,
don't blame me, blame the flame that flickers cuz im on come up quicker n sicker then yall dick lickers,
but ima leave u netceez unhearda tryna copy my shit, create your own hit, but u wanna copy and be me,
that ain't some safe shit,
u dont even know who im down wit,
but I've had enough of it, keep it real with ur own shit
Peace....
This goes out to yall stealing peeps raps,
perhaps u should pick up on ur game for fame,
lame weak dick bastards, yall fuck with me and get plastered

funkstylz:
some shit i gotta get offa my chest,
s'bout them gawkin honkys tryina test,
why they look n stare while i feed'em a glare,
keep lookin if u got blood to spare, WHAT,
put ur hands back in ur pocket u aint got it , t
he balls to throw a right hook at a face n sock it,
u's a bitch n u walk n u talk it,
i'ma bust a nut bullet to ur chest, COCK back ,
 refull it , open ur mouth for a taste test,
see this man's HOOD is the best,
u fiendin that shit waitin to gobble up the rest, scrapin it up off the rug, this rhyme goes out to that sardis bitch that was in london drugs,u aint readin this but FUCK YOU YOU DUMB CHUG,  KEEP LOOKIN AN I"MA DROP U TO YO FUCKIN KNEES, LEAVE YOU SHOOK'N BEGGIN LIKE A BITCH, PLEASE, BUT I WON"T SPARE YA , SPLIT YOU N HALF N PAIR YA , FUCK WITH ME I DARE YA , MY SHITS SO HOTA , I"M LIKE 400 DEGREESHA, N RHYMIN LIKE JUVINILE WIT DEEZHA

White-Chocolate:
a bit slow to reply these days but don't think i'm gone, im still here, something a bit new, thought i'd drop for yall, u know how i do.

So u think u ready for game?
a damn shame how just 3 bars got yall minds scarred n feelin barred,
its time for the lyricalist spit fest,
the rest just left with bout thirty to they vest probably in they chest,
no point to invest in a vest,
when i come through on a test i want brains,
which probably explains why ur feelin pains,
tryin to stay in n maintain those strains n sprangs im causin to ur brains,
time to aims for the head again blast till u dead,
haha ya thats what the fuck i said,
im just here to make yall dread, collect my bread,
enough said i want ur bitch spread on my bed givin me head,
fuck it, instead let's have her an her family force feed my cock till they dead,
mouths all drop? was it somethin i said, fuck it, im helpin' keep yall fed

White-Chocolate:
nothing special on this but thought i'd write it for them regonized emcee's, maybe even one day it'd relate to me

Wait Wait on the hate hate,
it's time to cut ourself some new fate fate,
isn't this shit great great,
the echo i send through my flow yo,
its "TREMENDOUS",
I suspend this-ice on my wrist with a twist i gleam through the scene,
ain't actin mean but i like to stack my green knaImean,
me and my team finally seein our dream,
as we lean up against the concrete streets that give us our beats,
make yall jump to yall feets,
givin' us cheddar for eats, greets by the fine ladies who use ta act shady,
funny how i got gravy 'n now ladiez, life's so shady,
they come runnin' when some buddy pays me,
girls let me rub they chi chi's,
yall look up to me as 'n OG when i use to be considered a BG,
haha life is funny to me,
once a bg to an og, cracka to 'n emcee,
no love to yall feelin' me, shits crazy, can't u see, geeyeah

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