West Coast Connection Forum
Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: da_notorious_mack on October 19, 2003, 05:57:22 AM
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I learned to get paper...from an early-age..
Learned to turn-the-page to unearth-the-rage..
burned-the-haze while fed learned-the-ways..
we roll an how we earned-our-pay..
my peers yearned-ta-say,i was goin the wrong-way..
but when the money comin in..why com-plain?..
idolizin-the-thugs these songs-praise..
fa firin-off-wit-slugz,to expire-cops-like-Bugz..
high-as-fuck-off-drugz,trippin-in-my-ends..
til shit had me twisted..tryed kickin-in-my-friends..
til i was threatened wit a bid-in-the-pen..
still did-it-again..jus on tha sneak-tip...
this is mo than heat-its..real life street-shit!..
think it aint real til we kick in the door..
if ya aint live it,what ya spittin it for..
mine move weight,we'll retract ya life..
fuck raps an mics,bring bats an knifes..
lil verse fa a posse cut..thats my verse an the chorus i wrote...gotta wait fa ma boys to write summat then put it up on audio...
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Tight verse.. The chorus is coo too.. Hook me up when you get it recorded
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hot verse
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It's tight, and shows talent. However, I gotta wonder why you say don't rap about what you don't live in the chorus, but earlier on (unless i'm misunderstanding it) you're talking about shooting cops.
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tight
Trauma's got a point tho
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im a fan a nas...so ya know i gotta contradict myself... ;D
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^haha
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im a fan a nas...so ya know i gotta contradict myself... ;D
lol what a pathetic ass excuse ;D
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lol..so it like that huh?...that aint a valid excuse...
find the line where i say i shoot cops...
burned-the-haze while fed learned-the-ways..
we roll an how we earned-our-pay..
cus if it dat one...i said burn haze(budha) while feds learned our ways...
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uh yeah sorry...you only say u praisin thugs fa killin copz. my bad (and trauma's except if there's another line that does say you shoot cops lol)
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fa firin-off-wit-slugz,to expire-cops-like-Bugz..
What does that mean? (Honestly,I could just be stupid).
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Bring bats and knifes and Skillast will Snatch ya life
and crack ya wife where i'm frum react on sight
I rhyme most my life tha rightz wrongz and thingz frum ma sight
I see in tha night tha demonz creep and sneek but don't fight
u know wut itz like? when niggaz higher than kite'z itz crazy
walkin at night when niggaz on mission'z 4 yay daily
save me i seen a addict try to sell her own baby
made me angry thinkin why did we abolish slavery
Ta still be a Slave? Ta watch how ignorant niggaz behave?
people sellin they soulz ta get paid?
if tha saviorz on tha way we need him yesterday
Keep prayin 4 a better day
too many people wit no where to stay
i d rather die today then potray tha way of slangin
Slayin pimpin Blazin Crip or Blood Bangin my lifez too short 4 playin
But understand im ready 4 war so all u little soldierz
confuse me for fool walk up wit false moves itz over....
think it aint real til we kick in the door..
if ya aint live it,what ya spittin it for..
mine move weight,we'll retract ya life..
fuck raps an mics,bring bats an knifes..
Fuck Replies juzt fuckin wit ma nigga Mack
CSN!!!
Holla
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save me i seen a addict try to sell her own baby
made me angry thinkin why did we abolish slavery
think it aint real til we kick in the door..
if ya aint live it,what ya spittin it for..
mine move weight,we'll retract ya life..
fuck raps an mics,bring bats an knifes..
this verse was off the chain.. props to skillaztic that shit was hot..
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Jem, better be damn skippy nigga sends-flows-to-'a-noint...
Joints conjoined, hoppin fences shoppin demos-at-gun-point...
But I make a fun point, I find it funny to shiv weak-niggas...
Like ya bitch jackinoff my shotgun yall can't beat-triggaz...
I'll throw my fuckin written in ya face and stab-with-pens...
Leave sittin-in-ya-place, while im havin-head, you faggots-dead...
It's not my fault that I plan to keep plenty-losers-mad...
Since I raise Night Mares like fuckin Freddy-Kruegers-Dad!!
I bring life too a piece, and re do it over-with-poise...
Eat some fuckin weed and make spits doper-with-voice...
Mic's are my swords for battle, more-so-for-liberty...
Wastin these fuckin cats and they Digiorno-deliveries!
Then catch my breath after chasin-down-my-lungs...
I leave ya whole team licked, they face-a-thousand-tongues...
think it aint real til we kick in the door..
if ya aint live it,what ya spittin it for..
mine move weight,we'll retract ya life..
fuck raps an mics,bring bats an knifes..
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If Jem can drop-a-rhyme Bez is quick to cock-a-nine, verses stoppin-time so I'm breakin a clock-like-a-spine//
Smashin-shit-in-two, there's a crashin-cumin-through, bullet sprayin blood splashin, leave ya life flashin-in-front-of-you//
Quick to break-a-trap, fast to make-a-rap, hate the fact I rape-a-track then its too late to take it back//
Cos I murder every beat with my unique-rhyme-scheme, I'm a menace 2 society cos I rewind an repeate-da-end-scene//
Bullets sprayin cos verbally I attack-all-foes, I drop vicious flows, cos everyone knows I don't sit back and take slack-off-these-hoes, mannnnn I'll break ya nose//
Sock ya in the mouth, leave ya out for da count, ya didn't wanna get knocked out then ya shouldent of stepped up to the bout, your out mothefucker!//
I'm a star-over-here leavin all enemies in fear, got the glock locked and da gloves wearin ready to spar-ya-here or put a pop in ya rear, ohhhhh dear//
So next time don't think ya can run ya mouth and escape, wipe-it-clean, Bez is quick to sock ya out cos I hate livin in a world of jealously and C.R.E.A.M//
think it aint real til we kick in the door..
if ya aint live it,what ya spittin it for..
mine move weight,we'll retract ya life..
fuck raps an mics,bring bats an knifes..
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Hit the dro.. feel my-thigh'z-relaxin.. n when my-high'z-retractin..
Go and send yo life-some-action.. ride up and slice-ya-faction..
Bitch please thats twice-ya-actin.. lemme give ya eyes-a-blastin..
Bullets spray 'n ya lifes-a-flashin.. just 2 of yall deserve thrice-a-bashin..
Sendin projectiles even when ya-wifey'z-passin..
..cant..fuck..wit..us..
U dont wanna start-this.. wit a buck wild kru ready to start-shit..
Performin car-hitz.. with your crew as the designated targets..
When ya pass we just start laughin.. who in the world could fear-you..
We'll ride far behind ya and put 4 through ya rearview..
Yo hood, we clear through.. yall cat'z-rushin..
All yall start a runnin, when gat'z-bustin..
Hit ya house and wit bat'z-rush-in, now aint that-somethin..
Yall peeps dont scrap-nuthin..
think it aint real til we kick in the door..
if ya aint live it,what ya spittin it for..
mine move weight,we'll retract ya life..
fuck raps an mics,bring bats an knifes..
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When lames blunder...i havta plain son ya...
cus "anything goes" like CNN an Wayne Wonder...
i aim under...the belt..im known fa cheap shots..
while you showin ya heat off...
i let mine explode wit 3 shots..the dope spot..
i blowed ya peeps off...put ya mums inna choke lock..
beat ya broke pops...i dont give or throw props..
no arrests no cops...i roll like the worse dictator..
wit lyrics hotter than the earths equator..
i earn the paper..spurn ya haters...
i learned to snake ya...cus ya words are faker..
an my verse is greater...M-A-C-K slash notorious...
murda so much my favourite cat the coroner...
think it aint real til we kick in the door..
if ya aint live it,what ya spittin it for..
mine move weight,we'll retract ya life..
fuck raps an mics,bring bats an knifes..
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mack i was bored so i mirrored ya verse..
Bat'z and knife'z Im showing-fan'z.. deadly with toting-handz..
Cuz I got "no fear" like middle school clothing-brands..
Im molding-stan's.. like eminem.. Ima friend of suicide..
My Intentions kick off a whole genocide..
Throwin blades that petrified.. ya whole state..
This silver dont get denied.. throwin yo taste..
Ya cant ford-this-gorge.. or afford-this-horde..
It's a smorgasboard.. Im precise like tweezers..
wit lyrics colder than an eskimo's freezer..
U got some saturation.. Im glad-you-pacin..
Ill be there to blast-you-facin me.. on ya graduation..
cuz u'z a cancer-patient.. cuz it be the S-I-N
here to supply the coffin that you finna die in..
think it aint real til we kick in the door..
if ya aint live it,what ya spittin it for..
mine move weight,we'll retract ya life..
fuck raps an mics,bring bats an knifes..
..edit: threw on the chorus..