West Coast Connection Forum
Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: KonSICKwence / Ine on July 13, 2004, 11:30:45 AM
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I saw this on some other boards and it turned out really well. lets see where we take it. each person only gets 2 bars to spit and hey have to go off the person before them. try to stay somewhat on topic so it is still a story instead of just battle ite?
1 love
heres my 2
Fuck its twelve o 6!" that means I'm late for work again/
In a rush I hop in my car and shit I think i jsut ran over my girlfriend/
ite so feed off that.
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but my world ends if i cant keep up a stern head/
need ta earn bread to help stay in business like mer-chants/
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this never owuld of happened if we were indertured servants/
but i can't change the past I pray for god to cleanse my soul like a detergent/
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This aint workin, life is leaving me straight defense-less/
Ima holla at Stan Lee and get some spidey-senses/
(Stan Lee is the creator of marvel comics)
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But these senses makin me act all wacked up and restless,
So I start to puff Mary Jane till I'm breathless,
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I'll fuck Kirsten Dunst till she retarded like the product of insest-kids\\
Hopefully she'll ride me reverse cowboy that Big-breast-bitch\\ LOL
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Kristen aint got tits, and her fuckin' body's small//
But I'll inject her tits with semen, make them look like volleyballs//
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awaoken from a mental porno flick as holley calls, "mr. madsen you shoulda been here an hour ago/
with a work ethic like yours the only bread you'll make is sour dough"/
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But Holly doesn't know Mr. Madsen's power though//
He can hit her with a left hook iller than our flow...
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And down she go, straight to the floor/
Dont know what I did but I'm runnin out the door/
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gotta make an exit, I see a line of new coupes/
hop in one look in the rear view and see like a dozen blue suits/
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They some fools try to sorround me with a bunch of guns and knives//
But I jet, they can't catch me, impossible like nuns as wives//
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lack of stamina...hurtn my lungs an thighs..so i turn back in defiance...
my head blurry...lead flurrys....as i cock back an clap wit the iron...
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Cause cuff creases and leave all these chiefs deceased,
Wit ma gat in yo back throughout the streets is the echo "fuck the police and peace",
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But I least expected the 1-8-7 call, sirens broke the silence heard/
FBI rollin deep like pacific island-ers/
187 in LA and In Oakland where I stay means homocide in progress jus in case its different wherever someone else stay at
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I'm dying here lying hurt while crying tears does violence work?//
I point my gat straight to my head, with my finger on the trigger//
It musta' slipped from the sweat & now my enemy's the winner...
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woke up in hospital..morphine got me serene like liquer..only even quicker....
plus the guy in the bed next to me..more nuts than ingredients for snickers...
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Ass crack hangin out my back...where's the fuckin clothes I bought?,
Grab ma cap an just like that...I'm out....on ma way to the hoes's ward,
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I'm moving forward...but hows it possible? I just shot myself in the head//
Am I actually alive, or am I in hell dead...
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Slit ya throat so quick its purple like "welch"s grape, Or so 'Raquel said\\
Ya'll metrosexuals got so much hairspray on it could repel lead\\
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so the shells spread, hits a wedding and places the groom-in-casket/
todays got me fucked up worse than when Nik mixes shrooms-with-acid/
peace.
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I'm dying here lying hurt while crying tears does violence work?//
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sounds cool
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His tomb was placid, we flustered his kin, ruptured his skin, fool tried makin a busta-of-sin/
But we 'old skool', had him blushin-again. so we had Will Ferrell stop by and started singing "dust in the wind"/
your my boy blue!
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I'm dying here lying hurt while crying tears does violence work?//
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sounds cool
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I'm dying here lying hurt while crying tears does violence work?//
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sounds cool
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but news flash, blue passed the doochie to the left hand side/
then i spit the illest shit and made some deaf man cry/
peace.
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I wipe his tears, put the pedal 2 the metal and steer/
put it in gear, start dippin n yolkin skee skirrrrt wit no fear/
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oh dear, saw an image so clear, picture perfected ur face....
my eyes orbit around that bootay like i went scopin in space...
im just hopin u taste, about as good as you look...
shell shook, you got more locks n folage on u than kelly brooks...
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This ain't a story no more, faggots need to stop pretendin//
Ya'll didn't stick to the script, so now Sccit Tha Shit will end it...
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I'm wit NIK on this shit, ya'll need to watch what ya spit,
Cos you've fucked up this story mo than readin it wit a lisp!
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fuc a story, get off yo comp and meet the world like cory/
dont bore me, im snorin, need a war n fiendin 2 score for glory/
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If this shits over, then why you still spittin/
this ain't the end, this is the beginnin/
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The beginning of the end, or the end of the beginnin'?
Everywhere I go, I see the death dance, just like Brotha Lynch did
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People won't let this die...well here's some euthanaisa,
Bez the composer stealin ya keyboards...doin most a favor,
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well a favour granted to all would be turning your mic off
you ain't fooling a soul, this cat even types soft
peace.
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I backhand you damn fags I despise, like big dykes//
Then I beat my dick with it just like Jason Kidd's wife//
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fuc jason kidd, jack move flatline, I getz mine, show him the meaning of the light
i heard its pretty bright, so put some locs on bitch, aiight......................aiight !
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That rhyme was nothing but a high Risk, like Arsen & Mista Cane//
Cuz posting it shows your soft, like tryna' get drunk off cheap champagne...
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go against tha grain, put six in ya brain
im the shit u the stain, put ya forehead on the resthead of ya range......
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lol. damn sorry playas I thought this hsit died a fuckin while ago.
we'll have to do another soon.
oh and Alerg get at me ASAP if you want that track to be heard by my connects. My boy who has industry connects is ocmin in town next week which is the 15th to the 22nd. So get at me in that time frame if you wanna have your name heard with that Alerg Watch out track.
pz
konsickwence@lycos.com
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The thread comes back up and now the story starts again//
The rain drops slowly, as it's pouring on my head//
I pick up the phone, got a page from JSteez//
He said "I need you to do a track for me, make it today, please"//
I hit up the studio & hopelessly//
...I give up and go home so I can smoke some weed//
Some would call me a slacker some say I've just been tired//
But if you really wanna know, it's just that I'm uninspired...
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i just got fired, my damn plates are expired,
cops in pursiut, they pursue to shoot out my left tire,
like grand theft auto my cars bout to catch on fire but really i don't curr,
it's like the police is grizzly but im the burr, i ain't never scurred
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You sound like a piece of shit with that hurr thurr shit
Cuz I'll bust out with that Quik shit and fuckin murder it
The words I spit leave ya vision with blurriness
This ain't a story it's a battle, and I'm in first for this...
High ayas fuck...
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u can be the first in this but ur skills like ur karma, straight minus.
i don't battle but I ain't harmless, more or less i'd rather kick back an smoke the sess then stress with ya,
since it's my turn in this cypha, im'a finish with a QUIK lina "hurr thurr yup thats the catch phrase",
it's a craze that pays, one luv jus blaze 8)
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Your flow's non-existant like white chocolate
So I leave you with bigger holes than my cock is
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So, the grooms dead, soilid piece of lead resting in his head
Or I thought he was, til' his arms shot out like a zombie's and he climbed off his death bed...
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Tie up a Muslim and shoot him with liquid pork on Ramadan//
Genius, twisted like Tech N9ne spice it up with parmejone//
From Oregon to the block you're on, we sadistic faded twisted and I'm hardly consc..................................