West Coast Connection Forum
Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: Tecknine on February 19, 2002, 05:50:32 AM
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I'll blast emcees like a cannon\
I drops hot shit ,In my Presence you be Sun-Tannin'\
I'm a mixture of Magnesium and Oxygen, upon my arrival I lyrically combust\
Just one of my thrusts, Is enough to lift you up and gravitational pull , u down to the crust\
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Fuck dis crust, I want that whole american pie ~
You disgust me, I want to plain bust in bitch's eye ~
Bitch is primo, minus the dj, and he like a sequel ~
Comin' with weak styles lackin' originality, shit's illegal ~
[EDIT]Just wanted to say... no beef...
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let me pull u back to hell like wack rap groups u only want to sell and not to excell/
u would sell yur soul to da devil jus to make a hit and escape from street hell/
U lyrically combust and be reduced to ashes, never had a real dope rhyme that matches/
gettin' burned by real hot emcees, liquified in alcohol that can't even burn with long hot matches/
so come back to reality, u never knew the meaning of word gravity/
read some books and change yur mentality/
Peace!
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Ain't no need for a change in mentality, for real though, I'm from another galaxy ~
Spreadin' sickness to A+ MCs wherever an' smother 'em rapidly ~
You exagerate g, I rate on scales on one to a million ~
No doubt fucker kill emcees with oranges, creatin' blood that's vermillion ~
What's up, vaudevillian... creator wack shows of comic acts ~
You cool though, 'least you understand logical facts ~
[EDIT]I added the last two bars with my edit.
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you do NoT have the right to diss cohorts without permission/
simplistic cyphers being written, ya Kingz wackest acquisition/
wont even address AMC's rhymes, it hurt my eyes, reading his fiction/
I switch positions, cant be faded, lyrically labeled, rap magician/
magic wand in my hand, come to close, zap! and gone you be/
words so high they took flight maximize your window to clearly see/
I'm NoT they type of degree, your cold raps cant compete with me/
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Illicit? hell nah I drop the ill shit/
Snap your ribs like Marilyn Manson and make ya suck your own dick/
Cubic, cause I can spit games in 3 dimension, like wieght on yo back I bring tension/
Hit ya in the back, spinal tap, I know you fell this cause ya still flinchin/
Not to mention, I don't need these fist to knock you the fuck out/
Sikotic spittin ill game and that's without a doubt//////
No beef, just fuckin around since I got the freetime.
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Sikotic posting on the Eminem Board as Cocoa Brova\
The home of little teeny boppers that think Nelly is the tightest rapper ever discovered\
I 'll flip my linguistics and get gold in the Rap olympics\
With my evil balistics,That'll pop your eardrum,Whats the difference\