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 Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 2:06 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 2:53 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 3:28 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 4:11 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 6:03 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 6:10 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 7:47 pm
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CripNiccaFoLyfe Rasta Bear Im lookin at u, n wut do i see? some lil white boy tryin 2 hang in da big leagues You aint black so stop tryin to be You got a problem son, den come see me... words comin from the ***** who aint got no game// who spitten it stupid, tellin kun he cant chill when he cant hang// blue flames come down like rain, im scorchin the earth// smash ya dame open like a window pain, cause teh d**k got to much girth// leave that p***y open like chilled birth, show her how a real man do// this ***** at his crib just cryin cause she said "eric bigger then you"// i dont even know why i do it, theses niggas aint ready for me// my style so outragous, i spit strong like my name cassidy// i bleep this ***** out like sheep, meaning i'll silence ya words// i wanna see you get on me and then you wont be heard//
If your tha definition of a "real man" i'd ratha stay fake/
U'll continue to be inferior to flick as long as my body stays awake/
And for your sake,best hope i neva battle u fa real cuz i'll put u in chek/
U'll be a crip nicca fo lyfe....dats lyfe afta death/
Disect ya neck, remove ya lungs/
rearange ya spinal cord, disfigure ya tounge/
daaam, now aint that pretty picture/
Afta all that, u'll be far from pretty *****/
compare a don like me to b***h like him, it's seen that i'm pretty sicka/
Yeah i'm illa, i'm like no other, u are in all ways an imposter/
No type of killa, u where blue cuz its ur favorite color, in no way are u a monsta/
Am i suppose to fear ya rosta?, u n ya lil hustle clicc?/
p***k, u dun hustle s**t/
in a tuff fix, bet u buckle quik/
Snitch, i'll devastate ya world, pain,tears n sorrow/
Even Dennis Quaid'll kno u won't see "The Day After Tomorrow",Holla/ |
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2006 8:11 pm
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Conflicted CripNiccaFoLyfe Rasta Bear Im lookin at u, n wut do i see? some lil white boy tryin 2 hang in da big leagues You aint black so stop tryin to be You got a problem son, den come see me... words comin from the ***** who aint got no game// who spitten it stupid, tellin kun he cant chill when he cant hang// blue flames come down like rain, im scorchin the earth// smash ya dame open like a window pain, cause teh d**k got to much girth// leave that p***y open like chilled birth, show her how a real man do// this ***** at his crib just cryin cause she said "eric bigger then you"// i dont even know why i do it, theses niggas aint ready for me// my style so outragous, i spit strong like my name cassidy// i bleep this ***** out like sheep, meaning i'll silence ya words// i wanna see you get on me and then you wont be heard// If your tha definition of a "real man" i'd ratha stay fake/ U'll continue to be inferior to flick as long as my body stays awake/ And for your sake,best hope i neva battle u fa real cuz i'll put u in chek/ U'll be a crip nicca fo lyfe....dats lyfe afta death/ Disect ya neck, remove ya lungs/ rearange ya spinal cord, disfigure ya tounge/ daaam, now aint that pretty picture/ Afta all that, u'll be far from pretty *****/ compare a don like me to b***h like him, it's seen that i'm pretty sicka/ Yeah i'm illa, i'm like no other, u are in all ways an imposter/ No type of killa, u where blue cuz its ur favorite color, in no way are u a monsta/ Am i suppose to fear ya rosta?, u n ya lil hustle clicc?/ p***k, u dun hustle s**t/ in a tuff fix, bet u buckle quik/ Snitch, i'll devastate ya world, pain,tears n sorrow/ Even Dennis Quaid'll kno u won't see "The Day After Tomorrow",Holla/
You rap about devastation
Well ***** thats my middle name
all y'all follow me, I'm a god not a child
***** ya think you can rap jus cause you watched 8 mile
Your rhymes they're incomplete
You can jus go ahead an sink and ******** it, Jus head back to backstreet
Where they pump those half beats.
Hear you talk bout blue it's damn well preposterous
Back down now or i'll slit yo esophagus
When I kill you you'll feel a real gentle stillness
Don't ******** wit me it's like I got a severe mental illness
listen to that...
BOOM!
Hit you too fast, Stick you in yo back
You wanna test this?
Look up death in a dictionary
Find a nice tombstone in pictionary
Quit dreaming boy fictions scary.
((I'm sorta new to writing lyrics, Why do you put a slash "/" afta your line?)) |
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2006 10:05 pm
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Anbumaru Conflicted CripNiccaFoLyfe Rasta Bear Im lookin at u, n wut do i see? some lil white boy tryin 2 hang in da big leagues You aint black so stop tryin to be You got a problem son, den come see me... words comin from the ***** who aint got no game// who spitten it stupid, tellin kun he cant chill when he cant hang// blue flames come down like rain, im scorchin the earth// smash ya dame open like a window pain, cause teh d**k got to much girth// leave that p***y open like chilled birth, show her how a real man do// this ***** at his crib just cryin cause she said "eric bigger then you"// i dont even know why i do it, theses niggas aint ready for me// my style so outragous, i spit strong like my name cassidy// i bleep this ***** out like sheep, meaning i'll silence ya words// i wanna see you get on me and then you wont be heard// If your tha definition of a "real man" i'd ratha stay fake/ U'll continue to be inferior to flick as long as my body stays awake/ And for your sake,best hope i neva battle u fa real cuz i'll put u in chek/ U'll be a crip nicca fo lyfe....dats lyfe afta death/ Disect ya neck, remove ya lungs/ rearange ya spinal cord, disfigure ya tounge/ daaam, now aint that pretty picture/ Afta all that, u'll be far from pretty *****/ compare a don like me to b***h like him, it's seen that i'm pretty sicka/ Yeah i'm illa, i'm like no other, u are in all ways an imposter/ No type of killa, u where blue cuz its ur favorite color, in no way are u a monsta/ Am i suppose to fear ya rosta?, u n ya lil hustle clicc?/ p***k, u dun hustle s**t/ in a tuff fix, bet u buckle quik/ Snitch, i'll devastate ya world, pain,tears n sorrow/ Even Dennis Quaid'll kno u won't see "The Day After Tomorrow",Holla/ You rap about devastation Well ***** thats my middle name all y'all follow me, I'm a god not a child ***** ya think you can rap jus cause you watched 8 mile Your rhymes they're incomplete You can jus go ahead an sink and ******** it, Jus head back to backstreet Where they pump those half beats. Hear you talk bout blue it's damn well preposterous Back down now or i'll slit yo esophagus When I kill you you'll feel a real gentle stillness Don't ******** wit me it's like I got a severe mental illness listen to that... BOOM! Hit you too fast, Stick you in yo back You wanna test this? Look up death in a dictionary Find a nice tombstone in pictionary Quit dreaming boy fictions scary. ((I'm sorta new to writing lyrics, Why do you put a slash "/" afta your line?))
(s'all good, tha /'s are for a line, 2 /'s is a bar, u dun have to use it but it makes things easier, it basically tells u where to stop)
O.k, you put down ya shitty verse, congrats on ya lettin me know/
thats theres a new target to feast on,crowd, any chance of him beatin me?, no/
And i'm Sayin Tho, i ain't tha gangsta type, but if i havta be i'mma go all out,yo/
Come at this *****, let em know who am iz, wit more weapons n ammo than all of G.I. Joe/
And If i gotta do tha shootin, i won't be like some of these every joes,no, i swear tha gun play'll be crazy, b/
Hell, ma shells will prolly flow betta than me/
betta believe/
Me takin a lost?,f**, ask for that as a favor, betta say please/
Still i wouldn't hold ma breathe on it,at dis point it's betta to breath/
Mayb i'd run up n stab up this cat, make it betta to bleed/
Neva go first when battlin me, rookie, go 2nd, for u, it's betta to feed/
Go for one these otha punk asses, look up Kronox or one them, cuz i'm one that u'll Neva Defeat,IT'S FLICKY/ |
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 1:04 am
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Conflicted Anbumaru Conflicted CripNiccaFoLyfe Rasta Bear Im lookin at u, n wut do i see? some lil white boy tryin 2 hang in da big leagues You aint black so stop tryin to be You got a problem son, den come see me... words comin from the ***** who aint got no game// who spitten it stupid, tellin kun he cant chill when he cant hang// blue flames come down like rain, im scorchin the earth// smash ya dame open like a window pain, cause teh d**k got to much girth// leave that p***y open like chilled birth, show her how a real man do// this ***** at his crib just cryin cause she said "eric bigger then you"// i dont even know why i do it, theses niggas aint ready for me// my style so outragous, i spit strong like my name cassidy// i bleep this ***** out like sheep, meaning i'll silence ya words// i wanna see you get on me and then you wont be heard// If your tha definition of a "real man" i'd ratha stay fake/ U'll continue to be inferior to flick as long as my body stays awake/ And for your sake,best hope i neva battle u fa real cuz i'll put u in chek/ U'll be a crip nicca fo lyfe....dats lyfe afta death/ Disect ya neck, remove ya lungs/ rearange ya spinal cord, disfigure ya tounge/ daaam, now aint that pretty picture/ Afta all that, u'll be far from pretty *****/ compare a don like me to b***h like him, it's seen that i'm pretty sicka/ Yeah i'm illa, i'm like no other, u are in all ways an imposter/ No type of killa, u where blue cuz its ur favorite color, in no way are u a monsta/ Am i suppose to fear ya rosta?, u n ya lil hustle clicc?/ p***k, u dun hustle s**t/ in a tuff fix, bet u buckle quik/ Snitch, i'll devastate ya world, pain,tears n sorrow/ Even Dennis Quaid'll kno u won't see "The Day After Tomorrow",Holla/ You rap about devastation Well ***** thats my middle name all y'all follow me, I'm a god not a child ***** ya think you can rap jus cause you watched 8 mile Your rhymes they're incomplete You can jus go ahead an sink and ******** it, Jus head back to backstreet Where they pump those half beats. Hear you talk bout blue it's damn well preposterous Back down now or i'll slit yo esophagus When I kill you you'll feel a real gentle stillness Don't ******** wit me it's like I got a severe mental illness listen to that... BOOM! Hit you too fast, Stick you in yo back You wanna test this? Look up death in a dictionary Find a nice tombstone in pictionary Quit dreaming boy fictions scary. ((I'm sorta new to writing lyrics, Why do you put a slash "/" afta your line?)) (s'all good, tha /'s are for a line, 2 /'s is a bar, u dun have to use it but it makes things easier, it basically tells u where to stop) O.k, you put down ya shitty verse, congrats on ya lettin me know/ thats theres a new target to feast on,crowd, any chance of him beatin me?, no/ And i'm Sayin Tho, i ain't tha gangsta type, but if i havta be i'mma go all out,yo/ Come at this *****, let em know who am iz, wit more weapons n ammo than all of G.I. Joe/ And If i gotta do tha shootin, i won't be like some of these every joes,no, i swear tha gun play'll be crazy, b/ Hell, ma shells will prolly flow betta than me/ betta believe/ Me takin a lost?,f**, ask for that as a favor, betta say please/ Still i wouldn't hold ma breathe on it,at dis point it's betta to breath/ Mayb i'd run up n stab up this cat, make it betta to bleed/ Neva go first when battlin me, rookie, go 2nd, for u, it's betta to feed/ Go for one these otha punk asses, look up Kronox or one them, cuz i'm one that u'll Neva Defeat,IT'S FLICKY/
Flick is what I do to you cuz I'm holdin back with the fists,
Your face would cave in cuz you can't take a hit from a little Asian kid.
I'm flamin this s**t, while your gazin at my d**k,
Thinkin about praisin me cuz that's as close as you'll ******** your weak bullshit, I'll crush you like a cookie,
And you know that I spit deeper then your mom's p***y.
You're in trouble now, son, better start runnin,
Angel broke in the house, the Conflict finisher's ******** this, I'm not gettin anywhere,
I'll set up the thread and we can take it in there. |
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 8:28 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 9:07 pm
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CripNiccaFoLyfe it's amazin how i always get stuck spitten lines at this kid// angel valentino you just an innocent bystander caught in teh mix// you aint ready for this real G verbal ******** words i oughta take out the glock and let the heater hit ya// then take a picture, look someone clal 911// therees a b***h on the ground, on his face is the imprint of my gun// but you got my prints off my gun, damn i wish you would snitch// my goons will treat you like a slave and have you lynched with hollow tip clips// now swallow this b***h, my flow is to uncontrolable// let my words fill up ya dome, lyrics leave ya head to swole//
yo ur rhymes aint uncontrolable cuz im tamin dem/
u rap cuz u couldn't get a job suckin men/
wen u got 2 da pen/
u'll be screamin so loud dey thought u wuz auditionin 4 rent/
b***h go get bent i leave a dent n ya car/
im da apocalypse b***h ready or not/
da verbal spit smith/
dis crip b***h i diss him/
den shiit on his spit/
if u want him meet him at da gay bar he goin down/
i kno u like da way dat i sound/
dis ***** get his rhymes 4 free n da lost n found/ |
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 12:49 am
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Durrtyboi yo ur rhymes aint uncontrolable cuz im tamin dem/ u rap cuz u couldn't get a job suckin men/ wen u got 2 da pen/ u'll be screamin so loud dey thought u wuz auditionin 4 rent/ b***h go get bent i leave a dent n ya car/ im da apocalypse b***h ready or not/ da verbal spit smith/ dis crip b***h i diss him/ den shiit on his spit/ if u want him meet him at da gay bar he goin down/ i kno u like da way dat i sound/ dis ***** get his rhymes 4 free n da lost n found/
S.U.C.K. my D.I.C.K//
now the question on our mind is he real gay//
naw this ***** spitten it like a noob//
callin me gay when his a** is filled wiht the lube//
you speakin it rude, naw this just a retarded *****//
you think you can rap, oh yea this a retarded *****//
i mean look at his lines, s**t stink like sweaty a**//
you rappin against me and ***** this will be ya last//
i'd beat you with my mouth shut and mumble my verse//
s**t wont even make sense but still show that your s**t is worse// |
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 4:06 am
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CripNiccaFoLyfe Durrtyboi yo ur rhymes aint uncontrolable cuz im tamin dem/ u rap cuz u couldn't get a job suckin men/ wen u got 2 da pen/ u'll be screamin so loud dey thought u wuz auditionin 4 rent/ b***h go get bent i leave a dent n ya car/ im da apocalypse b***h ready or not/ da verbal spit smith/ dis crip b***h i diss him/ den shiit on his spit/ if u want him meet him at da gay bar he goin down/ i kno u like da way dat i sound/ dis ***** get his rhymes 4 free n da lost n found/ S.U.C.K. my D.I.C.K// now the question on our mind is he real gay// naw this ***** spitten it like a noob// callin me gay when his a** is filled wiht the lube// you speakin it rude, naw this just a retarded *****// you think you can rap, oh yea this a retarded *****// i mean look at his lines, s**t stink like sweaty a**// you rappin against me and ***** this will be ya last// i'd beat you with my mouth shut and mumble my verse// s**t wont even make sense but still show that your s**t is worse//
Hey look at this lil ***** right here
talkin bout how other niggas be all gay and s**t
but he speakin like he had first hand experience
He'd wouldnt want just the lube he probably want the whole tube
Proably call up his niggas and get to come to his house
Get em to test some real gay s**t like Micheal Jackson did with lil boys |
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 4:13 am
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CripNiccaFoLyfe S.U.C.K. my D.I.C.K// now the question on our mind is he real gay// naw this ***** spitten it like a noob// callin me gay when his a** is filled wiht the lube// you speakin it rude, naw this just a retarded *****// you think you can rap, oh yea this a retarded *****// i mean look at his lines, s**t stink like sweaty a**// you rappin against me and ***** this will be ya last// i'd beat you with my mouth shut and mumble my verse// s**t wont even make sense but still show that your s**t is worse//
(Damn, posted too late... sweatdrop )
Yo, I'm gald that you can spell man,
But you shouldn't be proud of that,
cuz it sounds ******** wack,
I guess we should expect that from someone on crack.
I spit loud, make your grandparents have heart attacks,
You can't bust through me cuz I'm hard to get past.
Like a boss level on an action game,
I'm that wild ******** that you can't tame.
And s**t, amdittedly, you got skill with your rhymes,
But I'm the only ******** here that that kills with quick, shitty lines. |
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