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Raps an Mics{verse fa a collab)
Trauma-san:
fa firin-off-wit-slugz,to expire-cops-like-Bugz..
What does that mean? (Honestly,I could just be stupid).
SKiLLaZTiC:
Bring bats and knifes and Skillast will Snatch ya life
and crack ya wife where i'm frum react on sight
I rhyme most my life tha rightz wrongz and thingz frum ma sight
I see in tha night tha demonz creep and sneek but don't fight
u know wut itz like? when niggaz higher than kite'z itz crazy
walkin at night when niggaz on mission'z 4 yay daily
save me i seen a addict try to sell her own baby
made me angry thinkin why did we abolish slavery
Ta still be a Slave? Ta watch how ignorant niggaz behave?
people sellin they soulz ta get paid?
if tha saviorz on tha way we need him yesterday
Keep prayin 4 a better day
too many people wit no where to stay
i d rather die today then potray tha way of slangin
Slayin pimpin Blazin Crip or Blood Bangin my lifez too short 4 playin
But understand im ready 4 war so all u little soldierz
confuse me for fool walk up wit false moves itz over....
think it aint real til we kick in the door..
if ya aint live it,what ya spittin it for..
mine move weight,we'll retract ya life..
fuck raps an mics,bring bats an knifes..
Fuck Replies juzt fuckin wit ma nigga Mack
CSN!!!
Holla
·SiNiStEr·:
--- Quote from: SKiLLaZTiC on November 27, 2003, 02:44:57 AM ---save me i seen a addict try to sell her own baby
made me angry thinkin why did we abolish slavery
think it aint real til we kick in the door..
if ya aint live it,what ya spittin it for..
mine move weight,we'll retract ya life..
fuck raps an mics,bring bats an knifes..
--- End quote ---
this verse was off the chain.. props to skillaztic that shit was hot..
|JEM|ILL|:
Jem, better be damn skippy nigga sends-flows-to-'a-noint...
Joints conjoined, hoppin fences shoppin demos-at-gun-point...
But I make a fun point, I find it funny to shiv weak-niggas...
Like ya bitch jackinoff my shotgun yall can't beat-triggaz...
I'll throw my fuckin written in ya face and stab-with-pens...
Leave sittin-in-ya-place, while im havin-head, you faggots-dead...
It's not my fault that I plan to keep plenty-losers-mad...
Since I raise Night Mares like fuckin Freddy-Kruegers-Dad!!
I bring life too a piece, and re do it over-with-poise...
Eat some fuckin weed and make spits doper-with-voice...
Mic's are my swords for battle, more-so-for-liberty...
Wastin these fuckin cats and they Digiorno-deliveries!
Then catch my breath after chasin-down-my-lungs...
I leave ya whole team licked, they face-a-thousand-tongues...
think it aint real til we kick in the door..
if ya aint live it,what ya spittin it for..
mine move weight,we'll retract ya life..
fuck raps an mics,bring bats an knifes..
bez:
If Jem can drop-a-rhyme Bez is quick to cock-a-nine, verses stoppin-time so I'm breakin a clock-like-a-spine//
Smashin-shit-in-two, there's a crashin-cumin-through, bullet sprayin blood splashin, leave ya life flashin-in-front-of-you//
Quick to break-a-trap, fast to make-a-rap, hate the fact I rape-a-track then its too late to take it back//
Cos I murder every beat with my unique-rhyme-scheme, I'm a menace 2 society cos I rewind an repeate-da-end-scene//
Bullets sprayin cos verbally I attack-all-foes, I drop vicious flows, cos everyone knows I don't sit back and take slack-off-these-hoes, mannnnn I'll break ya nose//
Sock ya in the mouth, leave ya out for da count, ya didn't wanna get knocked out then ya shouldent of stepped up to the bout, your out mothefucker!//
I'm a star-over-here leavin all enemies in fear, got the glock locked and da gloves wearin ready to spar-ya-here or put a pop in ya rear, ohhhhh dear//
So next time don't think ya can run ya mouth and escape, wipe-it-clean, Bez is quick to sock ya out cos I hate livin in a world of jealously and C.R.E.A.M//
think it aint real til we kick in the door..
if ya aint live it,what ya spittin it for..
mine move weight,we'll retract ya life..
fuck raps an mics,bring bats an knifes..
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