West Coast Connection Forum
Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: Mr. O on June 29, 2007, 10:45:19 PM
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Let's... HOld up, set the mode up..
systematic just had it, tech errors deranged the code up.
ammos of my words changed for its worst,
versatile never out of style setting auto burst.
Innocent bystanders being lead by commanders
army of the lyricist esculating the solder's standards.
You feel my presence of my dark forces like starwars,
feeling the presure as you stay within the course with no remorse.
I'ma computer draining all your source,
wiping your dirty ass like janitors cleaning the floors.
I can feel your hatred within world like matrix
as you become patriot, not knowing the truth to fix.
Fuck em, the world ain't the sane, inject bloody death into my vain,
yet, u bustas still complain that your digital life became lame.
Ur obsolete minded, hard to find it,
the true archietect who really designed it the way it lined it.
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It's on when I feel like spittin - y'all turn sweet like kittens,
aint' no room for bitches - just in tha' kitchen,
bringin' ice cold styles - don't forget ya' mittens,
and in tha' meanwhile - y'all be shittin',
like Mos Def I bring tha' Tru3 Magic,
people don't ask: Who's at it? just you cause you's an addict,
smokin crack in ya attic - tha people want realness I let em have it,
constantly spittin' like an automatic- you're useless - like an auto damaged,
when I'm done you gonn' need a bandage - matter of fact it'll be surgery,
you spit rhymes that ain't yours like in a burglary,
it's about time tha' people heard of me - man you's a nerd ya see?,
just understand - if you try to battle you'll be six feet under man,
my voice loud like thunder man - you suck like a plunger damn.
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Look it here, queer, let's keep this shit clear.
You ain't wanting heavy shit when your paper body starts to tear.
U ain't spitting SHIT even if you had your ass spreaded world wide
I'ma run my dick in ya mouth like visa, and you been denied.
I'm like max hardcore, you dissed physically by my dick,
like u be feeling heated as you just got PISSED.
you need to see yourself how u really rappin
to my audience when your hear yourself gettin' clappin.
Let me hang you with a rope to help u ramain best tight,
bustin' u like rocky, losing your sight on website.
you say that you can burst thunder voice?
it only happens when a priest molest u like little boys.
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Who's tha queer since you wanna get ya dick sucked?,
y'all watch me handle 'dis fuck - time to get it clicked up,
damn right I'm spreadin' my ass cheeks over tha globe,
so every motherfucker know I don't give a damn bout yo hoes,
n' before ya realize it - I'm a drop a load,
feels like tha' whole fuckin' planet explodes,
gonn' be worldwide - like Janet exposed,
time to clean up fool - get ya janitor clothes.
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who's da the bitch-made, hand-made martha stewart,
with that kool-aid head mixed up chillin u like my wine cooler?
You ain't speaking in metaphore, when we never alike, you dike,
stop abusing your pussy to hype when ya'll rappin' ain't tight, alright?
You need to give up your shit, ain't legit,
stop expressing your shit with cellphone telling me you about to flip.
It's funny how you little busta is BURNING up like usher,
gettting ya ass punked like I did to ashton kutcher.
I ain't gonna stop beating ya ass back till ya on juvenile's video.
Demostrating to the world how you a video hoe.
you just a little boy with no experience or a dick to grow,
be a man and tell me what you really don't know.
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LMAO keep that shit coming pc8381 ;D
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Good lil battle both of you coming good. Keep up!