West Coast Connection Forum
Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: Jay ay Beee on August 05, 2001, 03:00:29 PM
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Bad Seed if your wondering why I'm challenging you peep the random selector thread
You plant those seeds?/
cause all I've ever seen is you not delivering/
you're withering like a plant with no roots/
duds is what your seed grows/
like an impotent man when he shoots//
you don't add you pollute/
with the same old same old/
your number is up/
cause your caller ID wasn't withold/
I make the crowd placid/
like seeing your worst enemy fall into acid/
Rhyming game I'ma linchpin/
watch out I'm in the mood for grinchin/
I label you as if I was the Chenopodium/
if you were an element you'd be called Fakeium/
and for godsakeium/
don't be dumb/
and respond/
cause your pain will be prolonged/
like a prisoner who has been wronged/
and got the big L/
but I'm sending you straight to hell/
courtesy of my garnitiferous vapours/
I'm abrasive and I make the papers/
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tough time, makes for tough rhymes/
things change we along way from white lines/
im comin at you with napalm/
it wraps around you like face balm/
time wastes for no one/
and everybody got to go/
think u got forever?, you walk around real slow/
hesitate if u want, get caught out late/
cos i aint got time to waste/
i cud sit here n rip you for hours/
sit here kuss you out on the bill powers/
get sprayed by whiled out mouth showers/
push you out, hang you up on the twin towers/
i got mad different stiles on different tapes/
im on my toes always trynna spot a fake/
i always catch THEM that make mistakes/
my rap style vary/
from here to napa valley/
drain you of lyrics, like a milk dairy/
u cud try to overcome this, lyrical content/
but its untouchable, unbreakable, infact its god sent/
u fuck wit it, im a unleash my artillery/
mines bigger, badder, plus i got the weaponary/
i got no patience for your wack ass activity/
i got locked issues/
shock missiles/
cocked pistols/
my lyrics rip skin tissues/
its easy if the shoe fits you/
i think im gonna hav to chose my next spot/
fuck that, fuck this, fuck what they got/
fuck this, bump this, make the place rock/
u think your good just becos you on this alot?/
my lyrics travel into you like body rot/
id like to introduce you, meet my glock/
if u dont be careful, ull be gettin popped/
but rite now im a leave this/
this hit so loud, even mars recieved it/
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BS...