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da_notorious_mack:
my power is...equal to ya level of cowardise...
yall go from top to the bottom faster than the towers did..
i devour scripts..when i spit mans go wild...
put ya brains on ya door step jill dando style....
mans dont smile...when i open shop on they turf...
cock it an burst...haters hear my topics an curse....
bring mo heat than rockets from earth...
cats proppin the verse...put ya face in the mud..
have ya coughin up dirt..dawg you facin a god...
aint battle..but in beef i flip modes like the rosta busta on
an aint no duckin from..these lyrical cluster bombs...

SKiLLaZTiC:
Cluster Bombs reload rush and dust ya momz
Catch ya lil sista blast up her dress at tha prom
No sympathy u niggaz simply can't unda stand man
hand me money i'll Put under a family im outstandingly
standin tall....like shaq im bigger than all
Pop u while u playin basket ball
Like Fresh but we aint play chess mate
ya heart rate relate to tha movement of a steak on a plate
ya fresh meat for fuckin wit me
Ya finished for eternity not that many are capable of hurting me
Only man iz G O D He who gave earth me
Drunk tha Glass of Respect and Power but im STILL THIRST TY
U HEARD ME?
ID Rather Die Later than live early
Im like Drivin Drunk and High when itz Rainin my mindz Swirling




CSN!!!
Holla

LP:
..Lp Breakin jaws an leave entire Brains n Gauze wit Plated Claws, Kuz Im Insane an Raw tactics fade the Tame an Paused men Containin Flaws....
 ...Breakin Laws the way i Shine The Vastest, when i blind wit Rhyme an Tactics, Combined An Massive, Lp, got ya girls lyin back on a Reclinin Matress's...
 ...Cuz I Grind An Smash Kids, Pass Your Fate, Lacerate when my Raps Relate, With my Mental Graphic State, Jolt ya spine an cause ya Back 2 Break...

Reef:
..into fiffteen jagged fragments
psychos wit knifes performing sporaadic actions
sit back wit a chainsaw and watch the victim's reactions
to watchin his boy bein taken apart in multiple fracrions
im rippin his heart from ribcage
sippin his blood watchin the rage
from the next man ready to wage war
im the level boss, you need cheats to beat stage four
Reef more 'Solid' than 'Mr Payne'
a 'Snake' spittin to 'Max',
my rhymes done changed the game
shit they even changed my name
took the G and the A, found some catchy shit to say
called me reef cause i make each say a dyin day
gravesites wit morbid corpses
aliens in the corner porkin horses
and hijackin flyin saucers

AlerG:
and while the saucers are being hi-jacked, you listening to these live-cats/
who divide-raps for the better and refuse to die-wack/
flying in the sky-trapped, floating around with space-ships/
and still my flawless record goes unexplained like the grave-diggs/
my blade-rips through flesh-and-bone, writtens are left-in-stone/
you constantly bite styles, but your only willing to confess-alone/
did he get the message-no, didn't bother to read between-the-lines/
you could grip a nickel and four pennies all you want, but still haven't sqeezed-a-nine/

peace.

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