i'll save the text intellect
i usually don't rhyme on blogs n shit
but i just joined this morning & want to see
the deal with the big hommies in africa.
get at me.
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I don't normally do this but I was'nt gonna let nobody kill the rap game this side. I know this is like being foolish and shit. This is the type of shit record lables tell their artists to stay away from. I'm Mo f*** it. Baserock no disrespect, but I gotta check you dude. Ya'll enjoy the double rhymes and punchlines aight. Notice the Big L line that I twisted, don't get me wrong I was just f***ing around.
Baserock holler back
This between me and BASEROCK no other posting of verses here, aight. lets do this.
Got euro and frank proposals /my tongue remora, key board in da hand to fissure prank personas/
BR is rock hard I’mo break him up like a lobster, shoot him up like pistons of a Lamborghini taster roadster/
Is he false-hot or basedcock all maked up and lip glossed for me to use this to blow his face off/
Should I buy da docket n get his case closed or tell dis dirt bag 2 f*** off and not to quit his day job/
Or should I pop him like my collar and tell him without a cent u can’t play us by da power of da dollar/
So don’t bling talk nigger we garden diamonds/ please no internet thugin we’ve long been Robbing Islands/
Have 2 script this quick headin 2 court 4 summons/ Yo I cracked it cos da base is rock or something/
Internet air time is fussing / I’m typin dis so fast finger prints be burnin my fingers is cursing/
Had 2 drop game like aftermath, if I don’t get no applauds don’t matter I got u’r main squeezes a** 2 clap/
Had 2 give em mo 101, spot a cartoon like Dalmatians blaze em send em where the sun don’t shine/
4rm crime capital we expedite lives/we don’t bling bling we bling bang pa** the time wit extra 9s/
Ya rap career won’t blow even if it was Super Head, I’mo pull a Big L on you ask Tails I get nothing but head.
Blakka blakka that means I’m coining it, I done turned AG to a funeral service, its over this niggers dead
let me get this str8//
foul morale //
sellin out//i raise a brow//
but not a toast//
cause you chose//
to post negitivity like the rest of them//
you in the company of lesser men//
wanna be perfectionist//
again with guns//
violence, games//
i only blame ya vison//its a shame
talkin cars man you wishin//
you walk the earth like some bushmen//
your coochie needs a dooshin//
i'll provide the cushion//
for ya sore loss//
i could go on and on!
was it hiphop you tried to save?//
you dropped the ball before the play//
you best behave//
before i shake ya//
break ya up like the Lakers//
now hows your morale?
do you need a good pal?
is you bout to off yaself?
man i can't allow.
(you to get off to simple)
i stomp the yard the ocean ripples.
this flows ruff across the water
pick up ya life vest//speak to ya father.
let em know don't ever bother//
to save you when you sinkin//
you must be tweakin//to be thinkin//
you can battle me, dude your leakin//
lots a piss out ya uretha//
do you remeber when it was ether//
providing beef for all the stew//
i thought you knew//
Nasir Jones exist because of stupid fools like you//
and i exist because i do//
as I like
crack jacks //erase the wack//
& spread the word of the trap//
so whatca know about DAT!
i said it was holla//not holler
have you ever seen a dollar?//
count ya giraff printed cash
& leave the game to the macs
