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| 05:27am 14/11/2009 |
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Haters whisper code language but I hear em, Fuck cris I still sip truth serum You faggot dick lips go suck queer cum, The only thing I fear is that fears dumb, Zeros, I won’t go near em, I’d rather go Nero burn and sear em Hear my ears sing--when my gears spin Mental wheel turning bout to recreate a pyramid Rappers catchin head colds give em death throws My flow is death and even the deaf know Whoever sold his soul the first to boast his blood so thin his veins couldn’t swell toes Your minds a prison you keep the cell closed And threw away the keys and let em fuckin melt so You spit slime I spit glow. Slow rhymes, my mind is its own time zone. stream of conscious flow my mind is a globe and if wayne is the king I’m the king behind the throne. I spit the foul smoke Verbal dow jones Lyrical outpost in a wasteland like south pole outspoke you assholes and kept my mouth closed made bricks into dollars turnin lbs into o’s outspoke you assholes and kept my mouth closed cuz what use is the world if the cost was your soul? |
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| 05:47am 10/11/2009 |
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poisonous pen, the scribble's aftermath miasmic passionate paths of crafting gave birth to inspired ad libs just relax kids, make sure not to get facts switched just relapse quick, back into the old tactics practicin every facet of the game, the aim, master baskin in the praise he obtains, his main attraction the lame reactions from peanut galleries side tracked him left him trapped, a captive, til truth just slapped him off track, out of the groove now he's just tryin to get back in |
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| 05:47pm 05/11/2009 |
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If his heart is on his sleeve, believe I'm making it a t-shirt Half the wit of me will then proceed to speak when he blurts Trying to struggle free from all the jagged daggers stabbing in A double sided weapon with no handle, like him haggling A master swordsman learns to fence and build defences easily So leaning on that fence before you speak is really needless, see If words you plan to use against me really exist, better speak it be- cause if you cannot speak your mind, I'll blow it so you cease to be. |
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| 12:08am 04/11/2009 |
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I used to get this spot poppin back in my adolescence Grew up and heard folk songs that spoke in lessons Quick morals - drink, party and forget bout the heartache Where my hiphop said make them pay, bring them harm, take Opened my ears and heard the fear of Saddam shaped Into tiny fragments that looked like me when arranged Incorrectly, but my image reflected Knew the songs that I heard weren't for me, so corrected that Opened my verse to the others who came and spat Into the faces of many wanting me back... But that was then and now I'm wishing then was now I used to be hot til they dropped, rolled and put me out |
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