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don't follow the Black Panthers with the raising of fists
come on man..me battling some 14 year old kids?
if I did I'd be using words 3 times longer than their dick
gee whiz, that's like them having sperm in their jiz
no "testosteron" traces in their seminal fluid
they could "bust" but not nuts, cuz they too young to "do it"
playing with pre-school tools' the only tyme they'll "screw" shit
I'm the type to take their manhood before they "drop" it
like AIDS mixed with SARS, I got "sikkmade" hybrid spits
UM..Just a suggestion, never use a Sars/aids line again, that shit is sooo whacked out and played it's like instant death in a battle...
Bounce
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im the illest, past or present,
prefect's what i represent,
cos i leave you with holes like a railin fence,
make other rappers seem dense,
i even talk about them in past tense,
i got you coming down easily like wind an tents,
im a 20 dollar bill, you fake ass 50 cent
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I'm Fantazee, a picture perfect world, a time, and place
Dreamz I erase, exuberant expressions on everyface
A vigilant mind, I will unwind, to find vacant space
Without a trace you vanish, replacing stress with grace
My intellectual mind defines great, and so I'll teach
My soul's released but this Fantazee is out of reach
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you couldn't beat me i i was an egg,
step to me, you'll be leaving with two broke legs,
and that just from verbal sparring, hurt with words,
my punch level high, like kites, balloons and birds,
im no gangsta, but leave you lost for breath,
when i pull you lungs out, just for a test
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Think I'm in Rikers... The way I'm kickin'-these-bars
And I gotta PHD - I needa bitch-with-three-arms
Imma honey's favourite - there ain't no tits-in-they-bras
Cuz I already hit it - I'm done rippin'-em-off
My raps - outta this world - I'm hittin'-the-stars
Like a photographer gettin' all tipsy-in-bars
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Yo Im So Tight Ill Go Blind And Rhyme Brail
And So Sick Wit These Words Ill Vomet So Much It Trips Scales
Yea A White Boy From Ohios Ya Idol
Ill Make A Man Thats Afraid Of Dyin Go Suicidal
Im Negitive like A Narcalepsic Insomniac
Go To Iraq And Show Em Where The Armys At
Nah I AInt No Trader But Ill Light Up ya Ass Like A Taser
And So Hype Than Ill Make A Crippled Man Raise up
I Could Keep Goin On And Givin My Self the Glory
But Im Late To Go Tell Mother Goose Sum Storys
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This male so hot he can't even fail in jail
in that cell, fuck bail, rock ya through mail
can't even tell the tale how I grind that rail
my words float like sails, in the city and out in bales
reach the shells with scale, won't crash like Dale
never fell using Dell, winds rushing like gale
mad with rhyme all the time, I always shine
flow so fine, beat ya at the drop of a dime
spit leave ya in slime, like a mime in grime
words so hard they a crime without a fine
excruciatingly painful, leave ya disdainful
even good spits against me come shameful
my words are baneful, I'm slayin fools
left and right, with all might and so contrite
like a kite, I soar high and out of sight
don't even fight me when ya not this height
don't matter about posts, I've still got bite
while I'm glad, ya mad, cause I beat you bad
only with a tad of thought, you crying.. sad
you just a fad, that's been had like ya dad
it's wrong, in this song I wrote after the bong
the victory gong's been sung, for my cheech and chong
it's not even long, it's like ya dong,
get it? cause you masturbate with tongs
anyway, I'm done for this hour,
leave ya in the shower, staring up to the tower
I'm standing on, while you cower from my power