West Coast Connection Forum
Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: Proph aka ..::Konztrukt::.. on September 21, 2003, 05:02:22 PM
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infectin ya bloodstream, leavin cardiologists confused n blowin steam/
frustrated by my elusive rhyme tactics, potent like triple beam//
gettin ya drunk it may seem, my lyrical aclohol/
soon to be abolished n polished off//
im throwin molitoffs, so influental ya mental state i eleviate/
my lyrical miracle leaves ya nutsack ready to castrate//
im diggin thru crates, my decision to make this incision/
in ya skull is definite like damage in a automobile collission//
sign the petition, i sell more cakes then host-ess/
i make the most-est/
drug money it aint funny how it puts food in my tummy(lol)//
my elaborate scheme u cant fathom, its to complicated, x-rated, not abbreviated, but elevated//
my ill drop is slated, for release anytime anywhere/
my many rhymes, leave many scares//
Proph be kickin ya derriere, me and my eleven rocka's/
i propheci ya death, quotin the seven shakra's//
back up or ill pop-ya, ya ass left to bleed/
sit back and realize what im doin TAKE heed//
lol jus a little verse...been out for awhile...:P
feedback would be nice
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nice spit there man..
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good flow