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Hip Hop Forums => Chief Rocka - Open Mic => Topic started by: That Bastard Crook on June 09, 2008, 07:08:02 PM
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You 'ont no piece 'a' me son ya a**-is-soft/
I'll blast-you-off da map widda Kalashnikov
An' leave ya dead body wid Forty-four-shells-in/
My name ring bells like door-to-door-salesmen
Got young rappers claimin' they forgotten-my-name/
When I'm da primary reason you got-in-da-game
Introduced you to da frontline, I'm deep-in-da-trenches/
In crunchtime punchlines breach-ya-defences
Ask BloodSpillaz homey I ca' step-on-ya-crew/
Critics talkin' 'bout Crook like I'm second-to-who?
Who nicer-than-me, I got rappers bitin'-my-stee/
Eavesdroppin' anytime I'm recitin'-a-"free"
My "style" been copied, deez fags-tried-to-trace-me/
Coz l been nice since da days 'a' Cagney-And-Lacey
Bag-me-some-hazey, spark-me-a-Dutch/
An' take niggaz way back like Starsky-And-Hutch'
2nd Verse
I give a f*** if ya crew's-in-da-buildin'/ Coz ya
Album's like R.Kelly's sexlife; abusive-to-children
Man alla y'all rappers jus' spittin'-da-same/
You like Dr Dre coz you ain't doin' shit-for-"The-Game"
Widya lame-dress-code, you ain't on da same-threshold/
Ya Mixtape was wack, I came-widda-best-flows
Now I'm on par wid da Kane's-an'-da-Esco's/
An' G.-Rap's I'll leave bulletholes in ya knee-caps
I'm like Gandalf Da Grey in Lord-Of-Da-Rings;/
I fell to my death, then came back slaughtering-Kings
An' I 'ont care if you 'a' Veteran or little-beginner/
I grab da heater like it's da middle-of-Winter
Leave you wid gunshot holes da size-of-vinyls/
My flows paralyse-ya-spinal an' put Da Crown-on-ice
I sound-so-nice you thought that Big-Pun-was-back/
Plus I'm well known for totin' big-guns-on-tracks
I been murkin-for-years/ I dropped so many jewels, you
Thought I had butterfingers an' I worked-for-De-Beers....
I Want My Spot Back!
Seida-Crook is da past, Korea-Crook is da Future. I'm back.
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Tight tight... wait u and seida crook arent the same people... ryt?
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Ask about me, they done phuqed up an' let a crook back out on da streets. Cape Flats back in da buildin' homey. >:(
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4sho ::)
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so.... im guessin u are the same person? ???
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???....thats cute man...but you got a lot of anger Crook....you need to get laid....
@J-oNE... is it tha same person?? ?????
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Phuq yu stINCA >:(
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Phuq yu stINCA >:(
cos u a newbie il let u get away with that this time....but make no mistake Korea-Cock,1 wrong move and i will destroy u..... >:(
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Phuq yu stINCA >:(
cos u a newbie il let u get away with that this time....but make no mistake Korea-Cock,1 wrong move and i will destroy u..... >:(
it was yuf dae mabane
so let the kids not get beat
INCa spear the rod dawg
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Phuq yu stINCA >:(
cos u a newbie il let u get away with that this time....but make no mistake Korea-Cock,1 wrong move and i will destroy u..... >:(
it was yuf dae mabane
so let the kids not get beat
INCa spear the rod dawg
yo D-bomb...i don wanna be held responsible for my acts/
with 1 punchline sending a newbie to a multle of vets/ ;D
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Crook might be a newbie here but a Vet on Mics...Check out beatoven mixtape Vol. 4
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Crook might be a newbie here but a Vet on Mics...Check out beatoven mixtape Vol. 4
I don’t hate….il check it out n give ma opinion….infact il giv Ozmic a buz n ask if he don got it..hala at yo boy…
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^^No doubt.Holla @ OZ he should have it in stock. For real though Sada/korea Crook's nice. :)
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fuk!!! all i wanna no is if dese here niggas, korea crook and seida crook are the same niggaz. damnit. *breaths out and finds happy place* im kwl :)
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Crook might be a newbie here but a Vet on Mics...Check out beatoven mixtape Vol. 4
Ace of spades is the supplier huh
will check him out
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Crook might be a newbie here but a Vet on Mics...Check out beatoven mixtape Vol. 4
Ace of spades is the supplier huh
will check him out
be the link between tha streets n headz....hala at him....he good people.....
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At the centre, it's The Inventor of this Art-of-Rap/
Korea-Crook; I'm da Genuine Artefact
MC's know I spit Godly-Rap/ I gave
INCA a heart-attack like "Oh my God-he's-back"
It's da Return Of The King, y'all thought I was Aragorn/
Son of Arathorn but I'm more like Louis Farrakhan
Supreme Rap Athlete; I sprint thru ya Marathon/
Wid no effort like my main man Paragon
The Prime Minister of Rap, ask Pete-Nice/
You fake rappers stick together like cheap-rice
You spit-crap, challengin' me? You'll getya wig-cracked/
Cops all around you like "Yeses who did-that?"
Ya family'll get kidnapped, microphones I split-dat/
Wid sick-rap, I'm suttem like Vin Diesel in Pitch-Black
You'll get-scarred f***in' wid me, tryin' 'a' get-large?/
Dat's impossible, dat's like Nelly tryin' 'a' spit-bars
Or better yet dat's like 50 Cent tryin' 'a' diss-Nas/
If we don't get-ours we gon' come back an' hit-hard
Split-cigars, put ya a** in, throw some weed-on/
Wrap you up, grab da microphone; turn da heat-on
You'll be-gone, it's a bet I'll put my unborn seed-on/
Coz I'm dat big dog, you dat tree geetin' peed-on
It's Chemistry, to ease da pain give you Hennessy/
Escort ya a** from da Gateway to da Cemetary
It's elementary I do this very often/ INCA you'll
Get softened, I'll lay you in ya coffin
As rhymes hit you widda force of fifteen-snipers/
I'll dust ya a** off like windscreen-wipers
Stop shittin' on yaself go grab some clean-diaphers/
INCA you ain't shit I'll eat you IN BETWEEN-cyphers
I'm from da Cape Flats where da streets-are-rough/
You lil' faggot you lucky I 'on't beat-you-up
Strap grenades to ya skull an' just blow-ya-mind/
I'm a Pro-wid-rhymes, INCA you're so-behind
Ya flow's-shitty I represent Da Mo(ther)-City/
I'm laid-back, ya whole style stays-wack
Roach Inc stays-black, me? I stay-blacker/
Admit it you stole ya style from da Gay-Rapper
You's basic, face-it I'm in a league-of-my-own/
I'm The Kingpin takin' up my seat-in-da-thrown
Which one 'a' y'all punks-ca'-test-me?/ INCA you
Couldn't spit "bars" if you was munchin'-on-a-"Nestle"
I got three words for you; "yo-stop-frontin'"
Son, I'll beat you up like you stole-suttem
Coz on da real, I've been sparkin'-MC's/You know-Crook
Got INCA so-shook, you thought he had Parkinson's-Disease
I got homey holdin'-his-breath, bitin'-his-lip/
Now da only-thing-left is for me to tighten-my-grip
An' just get stuck-in-this-hater/ INCA it's like
You castrated coz you ain't f***in'-wid-Seida
How da hell you gon' defeat-me/ When you're
MC "Jules Verne" "20,000 Leagues" beneath-me
Get da f*** outta here >:(
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ooooooooooooooooh shit what am i smellin here ^^^^^^^
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Fa f***sake is Seida Crook and Korea Crook the Same NIGGAZ!!!
gotdamnit
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Fa f***sake is Seida Crook and Korea Crook the Same NIGGAZ!!!
gotdamnit
Yes he just changed hes name, to start a fresh (after being released)
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Fa f***sake is Seida Crook and Korea Crook the Same NIGGAZ!!!
gotdamnit
Yes he just changed hes name, to start a fresh (after being released)
u mean the boy was in the slama :o :o
daym
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u mean the boy was in the slama :o :o
daym
Yeah for fraud or sumthing
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ao inca, wadday hav to say? ;) :D ;D
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Aye ye Inca ayeye ;D ;D :D
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Crook might be a newbie here but a Vet on Mics...Check out Beatoven Mixtape Vol. 4
G where can I grab ma celf a copy? Hav't seen Oven around Cap City for quite a while now
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Aye ye Inc a ayeye ;D ;D :D
yu ppls love dis shit huh hahahahahaha :D :D :D
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Inca where u at?....... ;D ;D ;D
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Crook might be a newbie here but a Vet on Mics...Check out Beatoven Mixtape Vol. 4
G where can I grab ma celf a copy? Hav't seen Oven around Cap City for quite a while now
Peace D...
I'm not really sure where to cop 1 cause i got it @ the launch.Hit the Hip Hop joint and i'm sure you can get 1...or holla @ Austin 25(Anvills) and he might set you up with 1. ;)
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Fa f***sake is Seida Crook and Korea Crook the Same NIGGAZ!!!
gotdamnit
Yes he just changed hes name, to start a fresh (after being released)
Thank "YOU!!!
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Ayo INCA what da f*** happened to "... make no mistake Korea-Cock, one wrong move an' I will destroy you!"? It's been over a week now, no come-back?
f***in' pussy, it's Cape Flats in here >:(
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helele inca.
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Son yo flows fresh like DJ sekwane
I can tell your a boy straight from Tshwane
Streets should salute you, the Generale
Your flows refreshing like fresh flowing mineral
Its big and props give-way from Z-DIGITAL
f*** the bloodspillaz....I think PTA should make
a mixtape track.....everybody VS bloodspillaz coz
word is them cats is killin PTA hip-hop and errbody knows pta emcees are the best.
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Those nigs is apperantly on th beatoven tape. its gna b a while til they dissapear
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Those nigs is apperantly on th beatoven tape. its gna b a while til they dissapear
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Its fine those beats will oven them.
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Ayyo I want my spot back
I shoulda grabbed the mic shoulda shot back
Now Im mad so Im throwing rocks back
Im killin this dude on cd, tape or wax
Its no debating Ima blaze dude on any track
Dudes styles is like golf pants, it slacks
Im shine my 45 callibre mic and pull a mac
Stop dude dead in his tracks
Kids style mighta come of as raw
But I flipped the last word on him and declared war
He gave me a few cuts & I bled mercury
I didn't falter coz Im hard like hercules
Skeletons made of titanium, wired with admantium arteries
How could the little mut think that he could bark at me
Thats dumber than playin around a half cut tree
He deserves flow-warts for thinkin' of touchin mic with Digi
He bought his whole squad but they didn't move me diddly
Dude couldn't kill me even if he was Beatrix Kiddo
Coz every rhyme I laced came across to him as a riddle
Next round when I pa** the mic, Ima show him the finger in the middle
But he aint gonna touch coz Ima chew like a pack of skittles
Silly monkey should know that battle me is tryina pull push doors
Deadlier than not wearin a rubber when banging a Rosebank Horr
Ima pack heavy weight & sit on this nigglet like he's furniture at Joshua Door.
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INCA, INCA, INCA, dog where u at, I can't see him oh my god, jeses look at this guy, hey yo dial 911 theres blood spilled all over, god grief, damnit I heard that cat seida did it, no it couldn't have been him, hey you captain Swordsman got anything to say "I personally feel sorry for his family, and on that note I would like to send out my dearest apology, thats what happens when a wolf is let loose on a rookie sheep, jesus can u please get somebody to clean out his shitty brains damnit' shit is spilled everywhere" 8)
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Crook might be a newbie here but a Vet on Mics...Check out Beatoven Mixtape Vol. 4
G where can I grab ma celf a copy? Hav't seen Oven around Cap City for quite a while now
Peace D...
I'm not really sure where to cop 1 cause i got it @ the launch.Hit the Hip Hop joint and i'm sure you can get 1...or holla @ Austin 25(Anvills) and he might set you up with 1. ;)
From Seida to Korea-Crook/
Somebody give this nigga a fortune cookie/
Ten years in the game and his still a rookie/
Seen him on Verses frontin like a superstar/
In the city of gold and he can't even hold up a bar/
how many albums you dropped? none/
Nigga please, 26 and 28 are the only numbers you eva done/
you better off locked in the slammer, you were guaranteed a meal
In these streets underground niggaz can't eat/
Shit you can't even afford a beat/
you don't want beef, save something for your fridge/
Imma make it clear to you, coz even on my worst day I'd still out do you/
wannabe hard nigga softer than a poodle/
you broke nigga, you shitting two minute noodles/
;)
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oh my god, jesus good grief, I can't wait for this thread to start heating up again, damn u nailed shit nicely man.
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Whoa! thats sum other i*h, right there, nice one.
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Ayyo I want my spot back
I shoulda grabbed the mic shoulda shot back
Now Im mad so Im throwing rocks back
Im killin this dude on cd, tape or wax
Its no debating Ima blaze dude on any track
Dudes styles is like golf pants, it slacks
Im shine my 45 callibre mic and pull a mac
Stop dude dead in his tracks
Kids style mighta come of as raw
But I flipped the last word on him and declared war
He gave me a few cuts & I bled mercury
I didn't falter coz Im hard like hercules
Skeletons made of titanium, wired with admantium arteries
How could the little mut think that he could bark at me
Thats dumber than playin around a half cut tree
He deserves flow-warts for thinkin' of touchin mic with Digi
He bought his whole squad but they didn't move me diddly
Dude couldn't kill me even if he was Beatrix Kiddo
Coz every rhyme I laced came across to him as a riddle
Next round when I pa** the mic, Ima show him the finger in the middle
But he aint gonna touch coz Ima chew like a pack of skittles
Silly monkey should know that battle me is tryina pull push doors
Deadlier than not wearin a rubber when banging a Rosebank Horr
Ima pack heavy weight & sit on this nigglet like he's furniture at Joshua Door.
Ayyo I want my spot back
I shoulda grabbed the mic shoulda shot back
Now Im mad so Im throwing rocks back
Im killin this dude on cd, tape or wax
Its no debating Ima blaze dude on any track
Dudes styles is like golf pants, it slacks
Im shine my 45 callibre mic and pull a mac
Stop dude dead in his tracks
Kids style mighta come of as raw
But I flipped the last word on him and declared war
He gave me a few cuts & I bled mercury
I didn't falter coz Im hard like hercules
Skeletons made of titanium, wired with admantium arteries
How could the little mut think that he could bark at me
Thats dumber than playin around a half cut tree
He deserves flow-warts for thinkin' of touchin mic with Digi
He bought his whole squad but they didn't move me diddly
Dude couldn't kill me even if he was Beatrix Kiddo
Coz every rhyme I laced came across to him as a riddle
Next round when I pa** the mic, Ima show him the finger in the middle
But he aint gonna touch coz Ima chew like a pack of skittles
Silly monkey should know that battle me is tryina pull push doors
Deadlier than not wearin a rubber when banging a Rosebank Horr
Ima pack heavy weight & sit on this nigglet like he's furniture at Joshua Door.
I'm killin this nigga it's criminal/
word up my styles subliminal/
I'm gully and niggaz hate that about me/
Skill so ill I leave no room to doubt me/
holdin it down for J-sec, kick PTA to the sidewalk/
I got heat, my 38 is oh so special, that's real talk/
it's on my waist like an essential part of my dress code/
East Rand bitch! subscribe to the code/
I got keys to the house of payne/
Same address where so called kings get slain/
You must be high on cocaine to try test me/
Nigga u don't phase me/
take your shots you still can't erase me/
The middle east raised me/
Trust me homie I know how to drop bombs/
Only way you burning me is with a CD ROM/
I'm strong like my buzz on steroids/
My rap is impacable/
this digital cat ain't capable/
I'm the cherry nose pit that got this cat in a choke hold/
What you expect entering a lion's den, wit blood on your hands
He broke his index tryna hold my pen, oh now you understand/
Why Z-Digital is POINTLESS;D ;D ;D ;D ;D :P
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biter biter biter, look man we know ur lines' is not original and u need to stop acting like u can kill everybody u meat, get it meat! cause u are what u eat, bitch
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helele Sarcastic, but I know u can knock him of his pedastal kid, aiyt.
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I'm killin this nigga it's criminal/
word up my styles subliminal/
I'm gully and niggaz hate that about me/
Skill so ill I leave no room to doubt me/
holdin it down for J-sec, kick PTA to the sidewalk/
I got heat, my 38 is oh so special, that's real talk/
it's on my waist like an essential part of my dress code/
East Rand bitch! subscribe to the code/
I got keys to the house of payne/
Same address where so called kings get slain/
You must be high on cocaine to try test me/
Nigga u don't phase me/
take your shots you still can't erase me/
The middle east raised me/
Trust me homie I know how to drop bombs/
Only way you burning me is with a CD ROM/
I'm strong like my buzz on steroids/
My rap is impacable/
this digital cat ain't capable/
I'm the cherry nose pit that got this cat in a choke hold/
What you expect entering a lion's den, wit blood on your hands
He broke his index tryna hold my pen, oh now you understand/
Why Z-Digital is POINTLESS;D ;D ;D ;D ;D :P
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I was mindinng my own then this little lyrically impotent derier had to try something smart, why nigga why..........where not on the same level.
My flows magentic
Everything I spit is authentic
Your shit is synthetic like titties augmented
Im the irresistable flow mecca of ALL SORTS
though Im not LIQUORISH but I keep rhyming like its a sport
Read that line again it'll make sense
Slow nigga, I know what you got in common sense and cents
Meaning I think your broke
Aint I funny when nigga your the joke
Older brother rhyming niggin', dope like coke
Let the flows get in your ears and make your mind soak
Be carefull your eyes dont float
Hip-hop without me is like little kids without Jungle, they crumble, OATS !!!!
PEOPLE PLEASE ADVICE THIS HERE MONKEY TO STOP ALL HIS TOMFOOLERY
HES NOT ON MY LEVEL, NIGGA I'LL BODY YOU LIKE BRETT KEBBLE.
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biter biter biter, look man we know ur lines' is not original and u need to stop acting like u can kill everybody u meat, get it meat! cause u are what u eat, bitch
you ain't shit pussy boy, mad coz u ain't had as much luv off a single verse
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I'm killin this nigga it's criminal/
word up my styles subliminal/
I'm gully and niggaz hate that about me/
Skill so ill I leave no room to doubt me/
holdin it down for J-sec, kick PTA to the sidewalk/
I got heat, my 38 is oh so special, that's real talk/
it's on my waist like an essential part of my dress code/
East Rand bitch! subscribe to the code/
I got keys to the house of payne/
Same address where so called kings get slain/
You must be high on cocaine to try test me/
Nigga u don't phase me/
take your shots you still can't erase me/
The middle east raised me/
Trust me homie I know how to drop bombs/
Only way you burning me is with a CD ROM/
I'm strong like my buzz on steroids/
My rap is impacable/
this digital cat ain't capable/
I'm the cherry nose pit that got this cat in a choke hold/
What you expect entering a lion's den, wit blood on your hands
He broke his index tryna hold my pen, oh now you understand/
Why Z-Digital is POINTLESS;D ;D ;D ;D ;D :P
I was mindinng my own then this little lyrically impotent derier had to try something smart, why nigga why..........where not on the same level.
My flows magentic
Everything I spit is authentic
Your shit is synthetic like titties augmented
Im the irresistable flow mecca of ALL SORTS
though Im not LIQUORISH but I keep rhyming like its a sport
Read that line again it'll make sense
Slow nigga, I know what you got in common sense and cents
Meaning I think your broke
Aint I funny when nigga your the joke
Older brother rhyming niggin', dope like coke
Let the flows get in your ears and make your mind soak
Be carefull your eyes dont float
Hip-hop without me is like little kids without Jungle, they crumble, OATS !!!!
PEOPLE PLEASE ADVICE THIS HERE MONKEY TO STOP ALL HIS TOMFOOLERY
HES NOT ON MY LEVEL, NIGGA I'LL BODY YOU LIKE BRETT KEBBLE.
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I got this nigga vexed on the mic/
Like silence you dead on the mic/
You broke as they come, mama still payin your bills/
Even a blind dude can see through your skills/
Claimin you authentic, with lines like "I'm dope like coke"
Homeboy you pathetic/
I know chix with more balls than you/
Amputated dudes who can kick it iller than you/
Time of the month emcee you flow best on a tampon/
You wouldn't make a bold statement tryin to be Isaac Hayes/
Murder is the case, a sequal to end your days/
Funny nigga hiding behind his balls/
compared to mine your game is that tall
Body me like kebble....NEGRO PLEASE........it ain't over homie there's a whole lot more where that came from 8)
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biter biter biter, look man we know ur lines' is not original and u need to stop acting like u can kill everybody u meat, get it meat! cause u are what u eat, bitch
Imma address this nigga quick/
fix your phat lips around my dick, bitch/
you ain't in my league like tryna holla at khanyi Mbau/
you lil clown, how's that for original.....Biyaaatch :P
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I got this nigga vexed on the mic/
Like silence you dead on the mic/
You broke as they come, mama still payin your bills/
Even a blind dude can see through your skills/
Claimin you authentic, with lines like "I'm dope like coke"
Homeboy you pathetic/
I know chix with more balls than you/
Amputated dudes who can kick it iller than you/
Time of the month emcee you flow best on a tampon/
You wouldn't make a bold statement tryin to be Isaac Hayes/
Murder is the case, a sequal to end your days/
Funny nigga hiding behind his balls/
compared to mine your game is that tall
Body me like kebble....NEGRO PLEASE........it ain't over homie there's a whole lot more where that came from 8)
I write lines so fly, y'swear I wite mine with a pilot pen
Who ever you thinkin is hot, Im hotter times ten
With rhymes that take your mind places you aint never been
Like where woman have pussies and not balls
That line you wrote should not have an encore
My rhymes could take you to the past or stright to the future
Im talking Wilma Flintsone or straight Jane Jetson
My lines are real yours, just testin
Put your toes in only to find out these waters, are perhana and shark infested
Niggaz even bite my ARV laced rhymes like they were AIDS infected
Nigga your words might be nice
Rhymes might be tight
But youz faker than Adidas with four stripes
f*** it Id rather listen to N'sync
Coz your pre-pubiscent lyrics stink
You tha type that secretely loves colors like pink
Nigga your a waste, like a nice a** on a Catholic nun
& I aint even started Im just bluffing havin' a lil' fun
Talkin out your neck like you got throat cancer
Your weak shit sticks out like a white dude among black panthers
Dude you caught in the eye of an anger storm
Dare to step out & you'll find out you wuz dead wrong
Hip-hop is not where you belong
Just by reading your rhymes, I can tell your sperm matrix is three quarters aestrogen
Battling Digi, nigga guess again
My rhyming powers have the ability to untwist your double hellix
give you pain raw till you start screaming "Digi I didn't mean it"
Let you bob in my flows till you get sea sick
Nigga hip-hop without me is like strip bars without tits
Angelina without lips
or hood parties without cris
Face it money your rhymes bring no beef
Coz your shits like half a month two weak
I hope now you see which niggaz you should avoid
Coz I pack flows so sick you should call me Typhoid
Nigga look please leave it alone, you just lost a gamble
But its ok you didn't know that my second name was scrabble
word play is second nature, its a pitty my vocab got you man-handled
I drop more bars than a tipped cadbury truck
& like birds having sex in mid air ,Im fly as f***........
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^^^^ :o :o :o WHUT!!???
And there you have it ladies and gentlemen *holds the 'applaud' sign up*
The shows over, it was only a matter of time 8)
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Brotherly love huh???
Shame on you Spoongy......... Be fair.
Nice anyways, im linking. Maybe you should drop a track with lil bro on the beat??And up it here??
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At the centre, it's The Inventor of this Art-of-Rap/
Korea-Crook; I'm da Genuine Artefact
MC's know I spit Godly-Rap/ I gave
INCA a heart-attack like "Oh my God-he's-back"
It's da Return Of The King, y'all thought I was Aragorn/
Son of Arathorn but I'm more like Louis Farrakhan
Supreme Rap Athlete; I sprint thru ya Marathon/
Wid no effort like my main man Paragon
The Prime Minister of Rap, ask Pete-Nice/
You fake rappers stick together like cheap-rice
You spit-crap, challengin' me? You'll getya wig-cracked/
Cops all around you like "Yeses who did-that?"
Ya family'll get kidnapped, microphones I split-dat/
Wid sick-rap, I'm suttem like Vin Diesel in Pitch-Black
You'll get-scarred f***in' wid me, tryin' 'a' get-large?/
Dat's impossible, dat's like Nelly tryin' 'a' spit-bars
Or better yet dat's like 50 Cent tryin' 'a' diss-Nas/
If we don't get-ours we gon' come back an' hit-hard
Split-cigars, put ya a** in, throw some weed-on/
Wrap you up, grab da microphone; turn da heat-on
You'll be-gone, it's a bet I'll put my unborn seed-on/
Coz I'm dat big dog, you dat tree geetin' peed-on
It's Chemistry, to ease da pain give you Hennessy/
Escort ya a** from da Gateway to da Cemetary
It's elementary I do this very often/ INCA you'll
Get softened, I'll lay you in ya coffin
As rhymes hit you widda force of fifteen-snipers/
I'll dust ya a** off like windscreen-wipers
Stop shittin' on yaself go grab some clean-diaphers/
INCA you ain't shit I'll eat you IN BETWEEN-cyphers
I'm from da Cape Flats where da streets-are-rough/
You lil' faggot you lucky I 'on't beat-you-up
Strap grenades to ya skull an' just blow-ya-mind/
I'm a Pro-wid-rhymes, INCA you're so-behind
Ya flow's-shitty I represent Da Mo(ther)-City/
I'm laid-back, ya whole style stays-wack
Roach Inc stays-black, me? I stay-blacker/
Admit it you stole ya style from da Gay-Rapper
You's basic, face-it I'm in a league-of-my-own/
I'm The Kingpin takin' up my seat-in-da-thrown
Which one 'a' y'all punks-ca'-test-me?/ INCA you
Couldn't spit "bars" if you was munchin'-on-a-"Nestle"
I got three words for you; "yo-stop-frontin'"
Son, I'll beat you up like you stole-suttem
Coz on da real, I've been sparkin'-MC's/You know-Crook
Got INCA so-shook, you thought he had Parkinson's-Disease
I got homey holdin'-his-breath, bitin'-his-lip/
Now da only-thing-left is for me to tighten-my-grip
An' just get stuck-in-this-hater/ INCA it's like
You castrated coz you ain't f***in'-wid-Seida
How da hell you gon' defeat-me/ When you're
MC "Jules Verne" "20,000 Leagues" beneath-me
Get da f*** outta here >:(
...Em, Ladies and Gentleman, the last nomination in the A.G.'s Best Newcomer Category is Korea-Crook's quintessential ethering of INCA-who was, by the way, never seen or heard of again...Absolutely vintage Ether...
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At the centre, it's The Inventor of this Art-of-Rap/
Korea-Crook; I'm da Genuine Artefact
MC's know I spit Godly-Rap/ I gave
INCA a heart-attack like "Oh my God-he's-back"
It's da Return Of The King, y'all thought I was Aragorn/
Son of Arathorn but I'm more like Louis Farrakhan
Supreme Rap Athlete; I sprint thru ya Marathon/
Wid no effort like my main man Paragon
The Prime Minister of Rap, ask Pete-Nice/
You fake rappers stick together like cheap-rice
You spit-crap, challengin' me? You'll getya wig-cracked/
Cops all around you like "Yeses who did-that?"
Ya family'll get kidnapped, microphones I split-dat/
Wid sick-rap, I'm suttem like Vin Diesel in Pitch-Black
You'll get-scarred f***in' wid me, tryin' 'a' get-large?/
Dat's impossible, dat's like Nelly tryin' 'a' spit-bars
Or better yet dat's like 50 Cent tryin' 'a' diss-Nas/
If we don't get-ours we gon' come back an' hit-hard
Split-cigars, put ya a** in, throw some weed-on/
Wrap you up, grab da microphone; turn da heat-on
You'll be-gone, it's a bet I'll put my unborn seed-on/
Coz I'm dat big dog, you dat tree geetin' peed-on
It's Chemistry, to ease da pain give you Hennessy/
Escort ya a** from da Gateway to da Cemetary
It's elementary I do this very often/ INCA you'll
Get softened, I'll lay you in ya coffin
As rhymes hit you widda force of fifteen-snipers/
I'll dust ya a** off like windscreen-wipers
Stop shittin' on yaself go grab some clean-diaphers/
INCA you ain't shit I'll eat you IN BETWEEN-cyphers
I'm from da Cape Flats where da streets-are-rough/
You lil' faggot you lucky I 'on't beat-you-up
Strap grenades to ya skull an' just blow-ya-mind/
I'm a Pro-wid-rhymes, INCA you're so-behind
Ya flow's-shitty I represent Da Mo(ther)-City/
I'm laid-back, ya whole style stays-wack
Roach Inc stays-black, me? I stay-blacker/
Admit it you stole ya style from da Gay-Rapper
You's basic, face-it I'm in a league-of-my-own/
I'm The Kingpin takin' up my seat-in-da-thrown
Which one 'a' y'all punks-ca'-test-me?/ INCA you
Couldn't spit "bars" if you was munchin'-on-a-"Nestle"
I got three words for you; "yo-stop-frontin'"
Son, I'll beat you up like you stole-suttem
Coz on da real, I've been sparkin'-MC's/You know-Crook
Got INCA so-shook, you thought he had Parkinson's-Disease
I got homey holdin'-his-breath, bitin'-his-lip/
Now da only-thing-left is for me to tighten-my-grip
An' just get stuck-in-this-hater/ INCA it's like
You castrated coz you ain't f***in'-wid-Seida
How da hell you gon' defeat-me/ When you're
MC "Jules Verne" "20,000 Leagues" beneath-me
Get da f*** outta here >:(
..Em Ladies and Gentlemen, the last nomination in the AG Best Newcomer Category is Korea-Crook's quintessential ethering of INCA-who was, by the way, never seen of heard of again...absolutely vintage Ether...
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At the centre, it's The Inventor of this Art-of-Rap/
Korea-Crook; I'm da Genuine Artefact
MC's know I spit Godly-Rap/ I gave
INCA a heart-attack like "Oh my God-he's-back"
It's da Return Of The King, y'all thought I was Aragorn/
Son of Arathorn but I'm more like Louis Farrakhan
Supreme Rap Athlete; I sprint thru ya Marathon/
Wid no effort like my main man Paragon
The Prime Minister of Rap, ask Pete-Nice/
You fake rappers stick together like cheap-rice
You spit-crap, challengin' me? You'll getya wig-cracked/
Cops all around you like "Yeses who did-that?"
Ya family'll get kidnapped, microphones I split-dat/
Wid sick-rap, I'm suttem like Vin Diesel in Pitch-Black
You'll get-scarred f***in' wid me, tryin' 'a' get-large?/
Dat's impossible, dat's like Nelly tryin' 'a' spit-bars
Or better yet dat's like 50 Cent tryin' 'a' diss-Nas/
If we don't get-ours we gon' come back an' hit-hard
Split-cigars, put ya a** in, throw some weed-on/
Wrap you up, grab da microphone; turn da heat-on
You'll be-gone, it's a bet I'll put my unborn seed-on/
Coz I'm dat big dog, you dat tree geetin' peed-on
It's Chemistry, to ease da pain give you Hennessy/
Escort ya a** from da Gateway to da Cemetary
It's elementary I do this very often/ INCA you'll
Get softened, I'll lay you in ya coffin
As rhymes hit you widda force of fifteen-snipers/
I'll dust ya a** off like windscreen-wipers
Stop shittin' on yaself go grab some clean-diaphers/
INCA you ain't shit I'll eat you IN BETWEEN-cyphers
I'm from da Cape Flats where da streets-are-rough/
You lil' faggot you lucky I 'on't beat-you-up
Strap grenades to ya skull an' just blow-ya-mind/
I'm a Pro-wid-rhymes, INCA you're so-behind
Ya flow's-shitty I represent Da Mo(ther)-City/
I'm laid-back, ya whole style stays-wack
Roach Inc stays-black, me? I stay-blacker/
Admit it you stole ya style from da Gay-Rapper
You's basic, face-it I'm in a league-of-my-own/
I'm The Kingpin takin' up my seat-in-da-thrown
Which one 'a' y'all punks-ca'-test-me?/ INCA you
Couldn't spit "bars" if you was munchin'-on-a-"Nestle"
I got three words for you; "yo-stop-frontin'"
Son, I'll beat you up like you stole-suttem
Coz on da real, I've been sparkin'-MC's/You know-Crook
Got INCA so-shook, you thought he had Parkinson's-Disease
I got homey holdin'-his-breath, bitin'-his-lip/
Now da only-thing-left is for me to tighten-my-grip
An' just get stuck-in-this-hater/ INCA it's like
You castrated coz you ain't f***in'-wid-Seida
How da hell you gon' defeat-me/ When you're
MC "Jules Verne" "20,000 Leagues" beneath-me
Get da f*** outta here >:(
...Em, Ladies and Gentleman, the last nomination in the A.G.'s Best Newcomer Category is Korea-Crook's quintessential ethering of INCA-who was, by the way, never seen or heard of again...Absolutely vintage Ether...
-
At the centre, it's The Inventor of this Art-of-Rap/
Korea-Crook; I'm da Genuine Artefact
MC's know I spit Godly-Rap/ I gave
INCA a heart-attack like "Oh my God-he's-back"
It's da Return Of The King, y'all thought I was Aragorn/
Son of Arathorn but I'm more like Louis Farrakhan
Supreme Rap Athlete; I sprint thru ya Marathon/
Wid no effort like my main man Paragon
The Prime Minister of Rap, ask Pete-Nice/
You fake rappers stick together like cheap-rice
You spit-crap, challengin' me? You'll getya wig-cracked/
Cops all around you like "Yeses who did-that?"
Ya family'll get kidnapped, microphones I split-dat/
Wid sick-rap, I'm suttem like Vin Diesel in Pitch-Black
You'll get-scarred f***in' wid me, tryin' 'a' get-large?/
Dat's impossible, dat's like Nelly tryin' 'a' spit-bars
Or better yet dat's like 50 Cent tryin' 'a' diss-Nas/
If we don't get-ours we gon' come back an' hit-hard
Split-cigars, put ya a** in, throw some weed-on/
Wrap you up, grab da microphone; turn da heat-on
You'll be-gone, it's a bet I'll put my unborn seed-on/
Coz I'm dat big dog, you dat tree geetin' peed-on
It's Chemistry, to ease da pain give you Hennessy/
Escort ya a** from da Gateway to da Cemetary
It's elementary I do this very often/ INCA you'll
Get softened, I'll lay you in ya coffin
As rhymes hit you widda force of fifteen-snipers/
I'll dust ya a** off like windscreen-wipers
Stop shittin' on yaself go grab some clean-diaphers/
INCA you ain't shit I'll eat you IN BETWEEN-cyphers
I'm from da Cape Flats where da streets-are-rough/
You lil' faggot you lucky I 'on't beat-you-up
Strap grenades to ya skull an' just blow-ya-mind/
I'm a Pro-wid-rhymes, INCA you're so-behind
Ya flow's-shitty I represent Da Mo(ther)-City/
I'm laid-back, ya whole style stays-wack
Roach Inc stays-black, me? I stay-blacker/
Admit it you stole ya style from da Gay-Rapper
You's basic, face-it I'm in a league-of-my-own/
I'm The Kingpin takin' up my seat-in-da-thrown
Which one 'a' y'all punks-ca'-test-me?/ INCA you
Couldn't spit "bars" if you was munchin'-on-a-"Nestle"
I got three words for you; "yo-stop-frontin'"
Son, I'll beat you up like you stole-suttem
Coz on da real, I've been sparkin'-MC's/You know-Crook
Got INCA so-shook, you thought he had Parkinson's-Disease
I got homey holdin'-his-breath, bitin'-his-lip/
Now da only-thing-left is for me to tighten-my-grip
An' just get stuck-in-this-hater/ INCA it's like
You castrated coz you ain't f***in'-wid-Seida
How da hell you gon' defeat-me/ When you're
MC "Jules Verne" "20,000 Leagues" beneath-me
Get da f*** outta here >:(
...Em, Ladies and Gentleman, the last nomination in the A.G.'s Best Newcomer Category is Korea-Crook's quintessential ethering of INCA-who was, by the way, never seen or heard of again...Absolutely vintage Ether...
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Blahh Blahh!!!! :D
Kev_luv is a bicth with a dig in his mouth//
trying to be dope// thinking sperms are the hardest coke around//
i got your chest open with a simple poke you clown//
you soft// burger buns are hard compared to you//
kid i use the right side of my brain cos what you think is wrong//
the last time were, you singing brenda fa**ie's song//
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I like the way KEV_LUV went silent....
Stay in the lab as long as you need to putna, 'fore you come back tryina get at me.........
I done told you money, leave Z-DIGI alone........
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YEAH im sure he will after that verse... SHOO!!!
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YEH now I gotta off that fool MF........that lil nigglet mentioning my name in his one liners.
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YEH now I gotta off that fool MF........that lil nigglet mentioning my name in his one liners.
Who's MF
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YEH now I gotta off that fool MF........that lil nigglet mentioning my name in his one liners.
Who's MF
That billy gates micro flows nigga
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YEH now I gotta off that fool MF........that lil nigglet mentioning my name in his one liners.
Who's MF
That billy gates micro flows nigga
Oh yeah. I saw that.
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that nigga shouldn't reply coz I'll make sure he leaves AG....
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No!!! i think he should be banned... as a matter of i think ag should host auditions for such Nggas not qualify... what do you say? :-\
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No!!! i think he should be banned... as a matter of i think ag should host auditions for such Nggas not qualify... what do you say? :-\
Why? ???
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its only a thought though...
if AG has some one that makes sure no whack Mc's can create accounts... we would have a civil forum with interlectuals... not some primary wanna be's...
Aditions..... yeah when a cat tries to create an acount, he or she has to drop a verse first, and current members vote him in or out... But ey! thats me :)
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its only a thought though...
if AG has some one that makes sure no whack Mc's can create accounts... we would have a civil forum with interlectuals... not some primary wanna be's...
Aditions..... yeah when a cat tries to create an acount, he or she has to drop a verse first, and current members vote him in or out... But ey! thats me :)
Yeah, that way we can make sure that none of these idiots who rep the other elements or just love supporting the culture can join, and it can be a forum for only "interlectual emcees".
Best idea I've heard in a while.
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its only a thought though...
if AG has some one that makes sure no whack Mc's can create accounts... we would have a civil forum with interlectuals... not some primary wanna be's...
Aditions..... yeah when a cat tries to create an acount, he or she has to drop a verse first, and current members vote him in or out... But ey! thats me :)
Yeah, that way we can make sure that none of these idiots who rep the other elements or just love supporting the culture can join, and it can be a forum for only "interlectual emcees".
Best idea I've heard in a while.
No man look... there can be Arstist accounts with unlimited capabilities... and fan accounts with limited ones... and don't forget, i said "thats me" ...
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hey yo u cats, thats a great idea, but the last time I checked this is not a discussion thread so take ur "good ideas to another thread"
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its only a thought though...
if AG has some one that makes sure no whack Mc's can create accounts... we would have a civil forum with interlectuals... not some primary wanna be's...
Aditions..... yeah when a cat tries to create an acount, he or she has to drop a verse first, and current members vote him in or out... But ey! thats me :)
its No No from me....
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that nigga shouldn't reply coz I'll make sure he leaves AG....
Sup I'm Back, Lil nigglet hope u enjoyed the shine in my abscence....... :- :P
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At the centre, it's The Inventor of this Art-of-Rap/
Korea-Crook; I'm da Genuine Artefact
MC's know I spit Godly-Rap/ I gave
INCA a heart-attack like "Oh my God-he's-back"
It's da Return Of The King, y'all thought I was Aragorn/
Son of Arathorn but I'm more like Louis Farrakhan
Supreme Rap Athlete; I sprint thru ya Marathon/
Wid no effort like my main man Paragon
The Prime Minister of Rap, ask Pete-Nice/
You fake rappers stick together like cheap-rice
You spit-crap, challengin' me? You'll getya wig-cracked/
Cops all around you like "Yeses who did-that?"
Ya family'll get kidnapped, microphones I split-dat/
Wid sick-rap, I'm suttem like Vin Diesel in Pitch-Black
You'll get-scarred f***in' wid me, tryin' 'a' get-large?/
Dat's impossible, dat's like Nelly tryin' 'a' spit-bars
Or better yet dat's like 50 Cent tryin' 'a' diss-Nas/
If we don't get-ours we gon' come back an' hit-hard
Split-cigars, put ya a** in, throw some weed-on/
Wrap you up, grab da microphone; turn da heat-on
You'll be-gone, it's a bet I'll put my unborn seed-on/
Coz I'm dat big dog, you dat tree geetin' peed-on
It's Chemistry, to ease da pain give you Hennessy/
Escort ya a** from da Gateway to da Cemetary
It's elementary I do this very often/ INCA you'll
Get softened, I'll lay you in ya coffin
As rhymes hit you widda force of fifteen-snipers/
I'll dust ya a** off like windscreen-wipers
Stop shittin' on yaself go grab some clean-diaphers/
INCA you ain't shit I'll eat you IN BETWEEN-cyphers
I'm from da Cape Flats where da streets-are-rough/
You lil' faggot you lucky I 'on't beat-you-up
Strap grenades to ya skull an' just blow-ya-mind/
I'm a Pro-wid-rhymes, INCA you're so-behind
Ya flow's-shitty I represent Da Mo(ther)-City/
I'm laid-back, ya whole style stays-wack
Roach Inc stays-black, me? I stay-blacker/
Admit it you stole ya style from da Gay-Rapper
You's basic, face-it I'm in a league-of-my-own/
I'm The Kingpin takin' up my seat-in-da-thrown
Which one 'a' y'all punks-ca'-test-me?/ INCA you
Couldn't spit "bars" if you was munchin'-on-a-"Nestle"
I got three words for you; "yo-stop-frontin'"
Son, I'll beat you up like you stole-suttem
Coz on da real, I've been sparkin'-MC's/You know-Crook
Got INCA so-shook, you thought he had Parkinson's-Disease
I got homey holdin'-his-breath, bitin'-his-lip/
Now da only-thing-left is for me to tighten-my-grip
An' just get stuck-in-this-hater/ INCA it's like
You castrated coz you ain't f***in'-wid-Seida
How da hell you gon' defeat-me/ When you're
MC "Jules Verne" "20,000 Leagues" beneath-me
Get da f*** outta here >:(
...Em, Ladies and Gentleman, the last nomination in the A.G.'s Best Newcomer Category is Korea-Crook's quintessential ethering of INCA-who was, by the way, never seen or heard of again...Absolutely vintage Ether...
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F this....i want my weed back... >:(
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Yeah go puff sum....
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hehehehehehehe... i got more time on the net... gonna dead these fools... i'm coming back for my spot
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Its all sleeps in here! the spot is mine... F all the Niccas in here non OF you'all excluded.
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Those nigs is apperantly on th beatoven tape. its gna b a while til they dissapear
which niggas r these, dat u saying r o da beat oven mixtape, i hope u aint refering 2 the spillaz cos they aint o da vol 4, instead they gettign spanked
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My bad homie, my facts weren't straight. I just heard something about them that was connected to the mixtape...........
f*** I still dont have that cd :-X :-X :-X