West Coast Connection Forum
Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: Don Seer on November 04, 2002, 07:04:16 AM
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Ya shouldn't step to mr seer when he's feeling ruthless
coz i'll swing back, then clock that chin leaving ya toothless
bitches :P
;D
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Then I'll knock out your teeth like a rocky spoof,
I glue em back in and people will be callin you goof.
Slut!
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hahahaha
scousers and skaters~bagged trousers,mad haters~//
i dunt care what yall say yall harmless like rock scissors paper~//
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hahahaha
scousers and skaters~bagged trousers,mad haters~//
i dunt care what yall say yall harmless like rock scissors paper~//
Bez walks away with head down!
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Bez walks away with head down!
Put yah "head-down" cus yah 'lookin up' to tha Red-Town/
S.D., dont test-me, a West-G, "swattin bitches in LA" like fukin Lisa Leslie!/
lol
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Im spittin a two line rhyme after the emcee tone/
no1 can defend me, attacks is to what im prone/
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Im spittin a two line rhyme after the emcee tone/
no1 can defend me, attacks is to what im prone/
Im puttin taxes-on-yah-homez, earnin 'revenue'-frum-paymentz/
Come steppin-thru-yah-basement, place mah weapon-in-yah-face-and....../
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hehe ;D
it just came into my head yesterday so I wrote it down... maybe i will grace u with more :P
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im a cow pound g from S dub E D to the E N //,
cant rhyme no mo , think i lost my pen //
:-*
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you aint lost yo pen, you got trapped within it
mr seer steppin out again, coz this yard smells of cow shit
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lol Seer wanna battle ? ;D
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i dunno if u saw my other post.. but i really only come up with double liners at random points ;D
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Im puttin taxes-on-yah-homez, earnin 'revenue'-frum-paymentz/
Come steppin-thru-yah-basement, place mah weapon-in-yah-face-and....../
...droppin tone to the pavement, cause im dead, call me grave sent/
reppin straight from the crypt, my heart beat skipped, cause i stopped breathin for lent/
lol no beef man..
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Im puttin taxes-on-yah-homez, earnin 'revenue'-frum-paymentz/
Come steppin-thru-yah-basement, place mah weapon-in-yah-face-and....../
...droppin tone to the pavement, cause im dead, call me grave sent/
reppin straight from the crypt, my heart beat skipped, cause i stopped breathin for lent/
lol no beef man..
watch thiz heathen-repent, wit not a chance tah make-it-thru-tha-gate/
Not 'heaven', Cloud 9 hell, cus ToNe'z Satan-and-yur....late.../
neva beef homie...
btw, that original shit i spit....wasnt directed at you anywayz lol
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Ohh aight lol nevamind!!
ok ToNe, sport them could 9 clolurs proud cause from here your elite part two/
cant get no body doper than you to join the crew, so now what the fuck you gonna do?/try and steal me? cause my fuckin rhyme divine/
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y'all rymers above are wack, u seeeeeeeeen seeeeeeeen/
non of y'all rappers a worth a dymmmmme dimmme/
kuz y'all past ya prrrriiiimmmmmmme primeeeeee/
u seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen seeeeeeeeeeeeeeen/
lol
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lol
i only rhyme for fun
so dont play me son
:P
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Dam Rob you got bigger ears that Mikey,
Minnie wouldent kiss you cos of the size of that hickey.
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Syringe injection to wanna~be~slobs,Distilled clorox arterie-clogs\
Tone Kid couldn't "See-Real text" If he were "Intern at Kelloggs"\
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Syringe injection to wanna~be~slobs,Distilled clorox arterie-clogs\
Tone Kid couldn't "See-Real text" If he were "Intern at Kelloggs"\
Pr1mo been-turned-in-cellblockz, jus confess-yah-gay, Metas of "internz-at-Kellogz", cus yah takin "Special-K"/
Thinkin jus cuz u bust-back-that-yah-galant, but itz obvious tha only thing "Suspect"-iz-yah-talent/
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;D Fuck all this meanless conversation, her comes A-M-C to rule yur dogg-damned-nation//
muthafuckaz try to elevate their imagi-nation but all they get is mad-dogg con-front-ation//
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MyQuoteables~equal~'Pharmaceuticals',My texts just "PACKS~ILL"\(Paxil)
Devoted~to~feeble~cuticles, you say "Just~pass~Acryl"(Acryilic Nail Polish)\
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my rhymes are sublime, shit they're elegant//
my mind improves over time, i'm like an elephant//
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The winds makin the earth move stay in yer crib,
Its so strong its knockin the breath on your chest like a punch to the rib,
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Bloody knucles, i leave em dead when fuckin with me/
In Muddy puddles, deacesed with led under his teeth/
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Storming the gates-like workers on protest-running savage wit rakes//
My style continues to break-piss on ya ashes- not concerned wit ya fakes//