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50 jacked Mase's style

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T-Dogg:
"From the last shootout, I got a dimple on my face
It's nothin', I can go after Mase fanbase"

7even:
news flash..

smartass:

--- Quote from: Storm on June 29, 2004, 08:17:46 AM ---Mase talks like that cause he's retarded. Seriously, i remember seeing an interview with him saying that people told him he could never rap cause he talks too slow. All 3 rappers (mase, 50, fab) are all whack. peace.

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mase is wack?

I'm only getting what I'm bless with
All that good and Guess shit, connected
With kis, caught the country out respected
Leave stake, while in each state, in my peep's waist
D's while they ducking these, trying to keep Mase
Good fiend a police take, only seen my D's face
I'm running from some beings with a million in my briefcase
Navigate, passed the state, with half a cake
Let's placalate, my continents in any placid lake
Blast holes for Gs, and G's is what my chest holds
So much ice on my neck, I might catch a chest cold
Vexed are varyin', I'm known to scare vary' man
When I bring beef niggaz like be vegetarians
Take them opium, when the glock hits the pen
He better watch out his peephole, my people come to see him
Fuck the drama, all my niggaz bring that on the reg
And infra-red beam is on your head, by time you see it y'all be dead
_____________________________________________________
This money be temptin me, to jump out the MPV, empty 3
clips of hollow tips with no sympathy
since 14 I sold morphine for more green
kept open a nautica coat under the draw sting
and watched out for cops, squad cars, and beamerz
and laundry ninas
flea the country to Argentina
laid back in the beach (yeah)
coastin with commuters
smokin the buddahs, on the cruiseline boat to Aruba
for awhile yo, pump the vowel so, I can pile dough
then become a Harlem Kingpin just like Al Po'
get paid so, I can lay low, in San Diego
with yay-o so I can ship it out whenever I say so
______________________________________
Yo, I barely know you
But the way you front, make you wanna blow you
You rappin, but you local, my shit is goin global
Niggas ain't ready, nah, fuck figures that petty
I want bricks so thick, you cut em with machetes
Any nigga met me know I'm bout gettin cheddy
Ain't nothin fancy, settle for 1500 Chevy
I watched my man get banned tryin to plan scams
Done ran grams on a Pan Am to San Fran
We want the money, so it's a must we get paid
I puff in the shade, rock clothes custom-made
Send bricks to poppy, be big as Liberacce
You don't believe me? Nigga, watch me
Unfold your phone and call up all your soldiers at home
Tell em you saw Mase in _Rolling Stone_ holdin a chrome
Now he probably out in a pocanose strokin hoes
Smokin those, celebratin, open the Moë's
A cool guy, even a cool guy can't get too high
Even his boo'll try to set him for his moolah
The cops take us to where a cell block await us
I watch my capers clock and paper rock on glaciers

hardly

Storm:
Smartass, you just proved my point, Mase sucks. Those verses are terrible compared to any talented lyricist's verse. There was not one good line in any of those verses. Bottem line...Mase is whack.
Sorry man.

AlerG:
actually those verses are tight as shit...it's all that glitter shit that makes mase piss me off...but when he comes correct he can deliver some heat, peace.

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