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my radio believes me i like it loud
i move the crowd up north north till tha dirty dirty south
what that sound , my rhymes impact when they hit the ground
im on fiya , call me a night rydah
don't look at me like im sum kind of outsidah
bitches got nuthin to loose only pain ta gain
i spit so hard they be markin yo brain
grab the mic .. strugglin in this fight
new to the game , i be the highlight
otha muhfuckerz will be far outta sight
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Sitting at work and thought i'd participate
you know how us Marines do if we ain't at war
in iraq or something then we chillin all day everyday
anytime i freestyle its fo my boi smitty AKA SnakeEyes
lost his leg in iraq 100 feet away from me damn!!!!
well im the man from the A-town, blowing them pounds
and keep my lyrics in the closet till they need to come out
man i can drop a freestyle like how i write my shit
just ask yo boi jay-z who ghost writting his shit.
man my mind is like a AK i load and spit
and when its all said and done won't be no rounds in my clip
see us niggas in the south will pull yo bitch card quick
so don't come flawsen like you balling get yo ass dealt with
never thought i was the king cause TI say he the south
um from the south and wont throne and yes it came out my mouth
so heres a shot to every nigga freestyling in here
why don't we all work together and get a fats ass deal
Jermaine
AKA A Damn Shame
Atl Zone 3 Carver Homes Fo Life
Street Marine Fo Life
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Another street cypher..
(Voice, Aight Aight Aight, this cat, who calls himself zesty,
tryin to battle my man Algo of here, aight aight 45 seconds,
zesty you set it off...)
Zesty:
Aight they call this cat algorythm, cause they say he leaves phoney rappers without the rythms, the mystism he leads you through he gets there from e,
over power him, shatter him with my size 16 inch rims,
fight me, smite thee, and shatter minds through verbal chi.
(I grabbed the mic from his hands)
Me:
Aight fuck this fuck this,
this fake emcee, think he gettin at me,
but to battle me, ill end his falacy,
shatter me! fuck that im a brake your face verbally,
when you talkin through your mid spiritually,
Ill attack this wack cat like he was in jail,
and gettin speared from the back,
look over there a car gettin jacked,
(funny cause there actually was ahaha)
im not even hittin you with real,
verbally spill your sense of feel,
meals, i know why your fags call you that,
cause you use steroids thats how your that fuckin fat,
but you dont work out after injection,
verbal lethal weapon, steppin my way,
make your wack ass go to intervention,
for masturbations, i say my salutations,
evaluations levitate beyond infinity,
the gift of me, was sent to thee,
across the seas of the seven,
eleven men, plus those soldiers from the heavens went,
and shot at cent but hit you instead,
fuck the 45 cause thats what keeps fakes alive,
like bein saved by the bell,
(voice: yo algo he aint worth it, aint worth it yo,
oh fuck its blue coats, BREAK!)
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Yeah it's ya boy Lick Wid Mind ova Matta representer let's get this shit poppin like a condom
you ready here I come...............
I'm creepin,quite speakin,no sleepin on the weekend
I'm thirteen green eyes Black mixed wit Puerto Rican
When the gurls say I look fine I say I know
Young but I'm buff 101 pounds and 5'4''
But the thing thats weird I'm 13 toatin a 44
But fuckin wit Lick Wid now that's a no no
I can beat yo ass wit out having 2 catch the fade
the only teenager on the street pushin a Lavender Escalade
But enough wit all the bullshit small talk like Jimmety Cricket
Fuckin wit Lick you'll hav a series of unfourtnate events like Limeny Snickets
I'll run in yo residents,flows is elegant,and got more dead presidents
Through money out like rice from asian,I got the spice cajuns
let me see if u even gotta good enough rep though
I'm new skool you older than a throwback retro
Your nonsnse,I'll knock u uncounciuos,check my lyrical content
It takes time 2 build but I say construct,
I brag when i win unsportman like conduct
U rockin them dim chucks,watch my nuts swing like mimh chuck
I fucked her twice don't believe me well then ask yo daughter
she might be a little shy wait my throat is dry I need a glass of water
Niggas this L.I.C.K. this is a H.I.T.
I den killed more niggas then H.I.V.
W.I.D. bitch go home b4 u b on a I.V.
I leave niggas scratching like Ivy
I choose who I wanna merk u be like why me
Thirteen getin in da club wt a fake I.D.
Lick Wid niggas sick Flowz 4 Life Mind Ova Matta niggas I'm outty
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Wrong paths take you to a world of complications//
I got crews and solo dudes.............
doing what I want them to do like a Dictation//
When I talk you follow like a communist nation//
Dont hate me... congradulate me and Rate me top five//
Stop fam listen to what I'm saying if not we can box Live//
I got shit under controll like the queen in a bee hive//
From behind I'll strangle you and take power Fuck Strive//
Im the guy you always wanted to be why Be a hypocrite//
You aint a G yous a faggot dude I call you little dick//
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Ki is at the top of the list, shit i'm one of the Six-greats/
need night vision equipped, cuz i blackout on Mix-tapes/
back in da day a Lyvin Myztick, but now da Mobs-newest/
see dead bodies wit vision twisted, but this slobs-bluest/
i'm oh so fuckin intellectual, my raps is sumwhat sexual/
main style is textual, but i climax wit raps thats hexual/
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droppin game on bitches who don't deserve it
used 2 rap on the streets but no1 heard it
through the masses of commuters ive been herded
cat's I used to battle with they knees shakin, nervous
i threw away fame and fortune for one single thing
the slender touch of a woman shes worth a diamond ring
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fuk a beat i go accapella. i frreestyle cause i woke up and watched 8mile.
flows with style. my mum has piles.
cokaine in blood, sniffing up coke liek my asshole taking cock.
wat up. i love to eat chinese and then hit my bellend with a wok.
check the lives stock cause eminems chainsaw is in the hizzouse
if the bitch cant swim then watch her drizzown i spunked on my sister dressing gown
oops
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The tomb of Tutankhamen is unlocked to those who oppose what was given,
I attack the wack from my back pocket I pull out the written,
Spitting live wire 45 night rider, The right outsider, providing books that are Riven,
The unforgiven, rippin religions, I conduct physical and mental crusifixions,
Horrified I reside, to stand beside only the Holy, The spiritualistic gory story,
Was left hanging from the verbal alligory, the glory victory, acheived my horizonal thoughts, I rip mics to pieces, my flow gots, more coughs than people who smoke pot,
Your flow stops, and I proceed to begin verbal drops, hearts stop, chop and bop the fake, like identity of Magdelene, Condemned to a life of hate, rock the pain away like thugs break grill plates, shatter ill fakes, until only the real remain, the unsame request unvisible shame, but I chose those who asked, to be stoned, owned verbally, only the obsurd have heard of me, Historically, I shatter minds metaphorically,
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known to look past the good and only see evil//why rap agaisnt mentaly retarded people//no competition cause the game was won// took the trophey back to the land of the rising sun//jin made us famous but he dident go big// its a mans world and they threw in a kid// im here to make this nameless kid known//when im down my name will be written in stone//ill part the red sea// and break bread with the best//come at me and watch as your rhymes ill digest//kid was known to be destined for greatness//blowin up the scene and still remains faceless
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Never been to shy to pop off in an instance...
Always been on top from close up or in the distance..
Never shown resistance, always plough throw adversity...
Pumped full of iron... No limestone, no chance of hitting a cemetery
Never larrified... Always got a nigga down to ride.. Cuz...
Never mistified.. Always got a wizardy touch, like it was a buzz..
Still ready to cuss the biggest, and call a lady a bitch..
Still spitting like the REALIST.. No need to have a flip switch..
Split wigz with a spit that digs.. Under your skin, like TIC's...
Spit shit, with a sarcastic whit... Whilst wanna be's suck DICK..
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This Infinite suppllement of ammunition,
grazes heathens leaving only the blood of Christians,
Crusifixion, that brought the unholy to know me,
I fight coldly, the cold war owned thee, speach that rips backs like Ems vaccum cleaner attachments,
You disintegrate into micro sized fractions, I brought the biggest factions, down like coke feinds scratchin, the session has begun, Im the son of the sun, verbally annihalate till im the only one, left to worship the raps, most cats usin raps that they heard before and they wack, time to bust some people down a couple notches,
Verbflippa, man your style makes me nausious,
be cautious, cause the the nameless faceless kid is dead,
now only the Algo can watch this, speak like you know some words,
but why would I rap against mentally retarded people?
I guess that means your a retard right!! Cmon punk this aint some nice hype,
that Im sayin to start your verbflippin right. Dont get me wrong, im not dissin your shitty ass song. well I am... Im just sayin, start readin what you right, cause if you dont, the prayers you will say, wont be okay, to say infront of god..
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isis
im known to have rhymes that will make u spu words//regurgitate verbs that hit computer nerds//take the wind out ya sails and let you float back to earth//this dudes family is made up of retards and perverts//when michael was on trial you watched in all directions//makin sure nobody was watchin when you were rubbing your erections//u might think this nameless faceless kid is dead// but the only thing you''ll think of is me when u go to bed// (isis) ''why did i just fold and let him say all those bad things''//''and how the hell did he know about me rubbing my ding a ling''//at least he doesnt know about my lil sisters pantys''//''and how i dress my dolls up to make me look all manly''//''maybe if i say sorry he'll wanna call a truce''// rhymin agaist this f@#*ing joke who learned to rhyme from mother goose//holla back or hit me up next time your on the computer// hire me out for an hour as your rap battle tutor//
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yo check this shit out
Blind Thoughts I can't see what I'm thinkin, eyes wide open never blinkin
raid parties under aged teens drinkin,Weed aroma got my clothes stinkin
I show the lyrical side of my mind opened and revealed,I'm consealed
u try and block me I'll penetrate through ya shield,flows ready to build,
the two pistols that I wield,got u chockin at center field,hear my decent skills
when u poppin pills,and stop payin ya bills,and wanted for recent kills
Meditation like a mug,u takin all these drugs, got u feelin like a hardcore thug
until u get filled up wit them slugz,all covered up in flies and other bugz
layin on da ground,until ya body is found,body filled wit multiple rounds
but niggas get in deep water and tend to drown,but what happens in ya town
aint compared to da king wit a variety of crowns
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Iight, sons...time to shut this down...
listen, I'm the kid-that-kills, I spit-that-ill shit
real shit, Skill is bout to make his a mil, bitch
you know what's goin down when I get on that real shit
I'm droppin every rhyme, now it's time to spill this
nigga, always wanna talk-this-shit, till I walk-in-wit
that fuckin Mag and put a loss in this.....
stupid nigga wanna try me, bitches wanna deny me
I have you eatin through a straw like you feedin on Hi-C
I'm from the area of 9-1-9,
I got somethin that'll kill 10 of y'all when I just shot-one-time
I got-one-nine, that lines up and pops-one-time
and leave these motherfuckaz crash like they ain't stop-on-time
my guns down fore/four play
which means it's gon spray before 4 words can come say...
"NO STOP DON'T SHOOT" when that Tec spit out
I'll have y'all niggas on the ground before an "s" get out...........
Yeah, I'll leave it at that.....