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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 7:06 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 9:32 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 7:12 am
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 10:14 am
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CripNiccaFoLyfe B.Z. you can call it my death wish WHY CALL IT A DEATH WISH WHEN I CAN CALL IT NEW LIFE// OR I CAN CALL IT SURPRISING TO SEE IT TAKEN TO A NEW HEIGHT// THIS CYPHERS MY LITTLE GET AWAY FROM ALL OF THE HYPE// AINT GOTTA WORRY WHAT I GOTTA SAY OR IF I BANG WITH THE PIPE// THE TECHS THE NINES, AINT WORRYIN ABOUT KILLAS IN SIGHT// IM INSIGHTFUL WHEN IT COMES TO LAYIN A VERSE// SPITTEN KNOWLEDGE OR WISDOM, STEPPIN AWAY FROM TEH HURT// THE PUNCHLINES THE INSULTS WAYS OF LETTIN OUT ANGER// BUT JUST CAUSE IM ON CALM WONT MEAN I'LL LET SHOTS OUT THA BANGER//
peace, n silence no danger
of strangers runnen up
on us cuz our colors
or others
like a spot in the hamptons
its our thugz mansion
to expand our knowledge
without bein at the razors edge
even in technology
i get people to follow me
smart to have few foes
because lifes slow
and last longer
ya rhymes will get stronger
so why bother beefen
am i decieven you?
naw i battle cuz its fun
to see losers run(L.U.V.) |
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 11:29 pm
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B.Z. CripNiccaFoLyfe B.Z. you can call it my death wish WHY CALL IT A DEATH WISH WHEN I CAN CALL IT NEW LIFE// OR I CAN CALL IT SURPRISING TO SEE IT TAKEN TO A NEW HEIGHT// THIS CYPHERS MY LITTLE GET AWAY FROM ALL OF THE HYPE// AINT GOTTA WORRY WHAT I GOTTA SAY OR IF I BANG WITH THE PIPE// THE TECHS THE NINES, AINT WORRYIN ABOUT KILLAS IN SIGHT// IM INSIGHTFUL WHEN IT COMES TO LAYIN A VERSE// SPITTEN KNOWLEDGE OR WISDOM, STEPPIN AWAY FROM TEH HURT// THE PUNCHLINES THE INSULTS WAYS OF LETTIN OUT ANGER// BUT JUST CAUSE IM ON CALM WONT MEAN I'LL LET SHOTS OUT THA BANGER// peace, n silence no danger of strangers runnen up on us cuz our colors or others like a spot in the hamptons its our thugz mansion to expand our knowledge without bein at the razors edge even in technology i get people to follow me smart to have few foes because lifes slow and last longer ya rhymes will get stronger so why bother beefen am i decieven you? naw i battle cuz its fun to see losers run(L.U.V.)
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its funny to see this bumble bien B.Z./
when he suckin on my honey and he talkin like he hungry/
the first s**t i layed on the guild/
somebody already dissin/
might have 2 get him killed/
already ima menance in this build/
B.Z. wanna battle?/
i'll give him all LUV,and all LUV he would feel/
when the dude style spittin dumby like the shore side/
this aint e-40 but ill tell u when 2 to go like horse rides/
this straight from the ghetto mind/
im from NO hamptons/
this the cleva kind/
B.Z. wantin beef thats a myrical/
talkin behind me like a b***h/
plus no lyrics dude/
u writin songs wiff no spirit , rude/
i bring soul to the hungry like soul food/
u dont make cents like u dumby/
but ill get yo dirty a** clean soon like u bummy/
tryin hip hop like u bunny?/
kid STOP b4 ull get eatin like pop rocks/
plus u aint poppin nuffin like pop locks/
i got this flow down like dams, oc/
plus i bring the house down like fans for the white sox/
while yo a** light and fluffy like white socks/
p.s.
this a clean flow/
and i bet u actin scary like u c ghosts/
but this rhyme aint nuffin like my mean flows/
so stay back and rewind on the ryme and chill/
cuz if u spit the next ryme u just might get killed/
and if u try and s**t on THIS ryme u might get thrilled/
like a thrill ride my passengers get real/
and if they actin tuff then they might get ill/
and throw up on the key board s**t they own a** spilled/
so chill |
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2006 7:43 am
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2006 8:21 am
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CripNiccaFoLyfe L.U.V and throw up on the key board s**t they own a** spilled/ spill naw, when i spit i throw it up// chill naw, im about to blow thiese niggas up// tryna bake in my cypher, battle in there rhymes// y'all need to set up a battle and stop wasting time//
read the rhymes
you luv you got beef lets go
show me a battle
an ill anwser
beef has no cure like cancer |
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2006 8:28 pm
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L.U.V B.Z. CripNiccaFoLyfe B.Z. you can call it my death wish WHY CALL IT A DEATH WISH WHEN I CAN CALL IT NEW LIFE// OR I CAN CALL IT SURPRISING TO SEE IT TAKEN TO A NEW HEIGHT// THIS CYPHERS MY LITTLE GET AWAY FROM ALL OF THE HYPE// AINT GOTTA WORRY WHAT I GOTTA SAY OR IF I BANG WITH THE PIPE// THE TECHS THE NINES, AINT WORRYIN ABOUT KILLAS IN SIGHT// IM INSIGHTFUL WHEN IT COMES TO LAYIN A VERSE// SPITTEN KNOWLEDGE OR WISDOM, STEPPIN AWAY FROM TEH HURT// THE PUNCHLINES THE INSULTS WAYS OF LETTIN OUT ANGER// BUT JUST CAUSE IM ON CALM WONT MEAN I'LL LET SHOTS OUT THA BANGER// peace, n silence no danger of strangers runnen up on us cuz our colors or others like a spot in the hamptons its our thugz mansion to expand our knowledge without bein at the razors edge even in technology i get people to follow me smart to have few foes because lifes slow and last longer ya rhymes will get stronger so why bother beefen am i decieven you? naw i battle cuz its fun to see losers run(L.U.V.) =/ its funny to see this bumble bien B.Z./ when he suckin on my honey and he talkin like he hungry/ the first s**t i layed on the guild/ somebody already dissin/ might have 2 get him killed/ already ima menance in this build/ B.Z. wanna battle?/ i'll give him all LUV,and all LUV he would feel/ when the dude style spittin dumby like the shore side/ this aint e-40 but ill tell u when 2 to go like horse rides/ this straight from the ghetto mind/ im from NO hamptons/ this the cleva kind/ B.Z. wantin beef thats a myrical/ talkin behind me like a b***h/ plus no lyrics dude/ u writin songs wiff no spirit , rude/ i bring soul to the hungry like soul food/ u dont make cents like u dumby/ but ill get yo dirty a** clean soon like u bummy/ tryin hip hop like u bunny?/ kid STOP b4 ull get eatin like pop rocks/ plus u aint poppin nuffin like pop locks/ i got this flow down like dams, oc/ plus i bring the house down like fans for the white sox/ while yo a** light and fluffy like white socks/ p.s. this a clean flow/ and i bet u actin scary like u c ghosts/ but this rhyme aint nuffin like my mean flows/ so stay back and rewind on the ryme and chill/ cuz if u spit the next ryme u just might get killed/ and if u try and s**t on THIS ryme u might get thrilled/ like a thrill ride my passengers get real/ and if they actin tuff then they might get ill/ and throw up on the key board s**t they own a** spilled/ so chill
I'll battle U.... |
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2006 9:01 pm
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B.Z. CripNiccaFoLyfe L.U.V and throw up on the key board s**t they own a** spilled/ spill naw, when i spit i throw it up// chill naw, im about to blow thiese niggas up// tryna bake in my cypher, battle in there rhymes// y'all need to set up a battle and stop wasting time// read the rhymes you luv you got beef lets go show me a battle an ill anwser beef has no cure like cancer
No, beef has a cure it's called death or outside interference
Or niggaz makin diss tracks and then dissapearin
See no matter how it's appearin somebody is scared
Thinkin that they're not properly prepared and their enemy is aware
and then that instance...they lose it start talkin like they hard
Sayin they'll whoop their oppositions a** and murk his whole squad
But when actions are taken 2 avoid urself being killed
Isn't it like the enemy couldn't afford 2 live, and his life was billed???? |
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2006 9:26 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 9:26 am
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L.U.V i aint mean to shatter no rules/ but chit-chatterin dudes actin sorta rude/ backstabbin me constantly/ c im equiped wit stab wounds/ bz clownin who?/ naw neva that/ L.U.V always hungry aint affraid 2 bite back/ but ill quit wit hostility aint no need fuh that/ cuz i already know wit no battle im iller than cats/ and no need for names yall already no who/ u saw it first hand what that kid could do/ he'll talk behind ur back like he shatterin u/ but matter if fact he a chit-chatterin dude/ like i said afew bars back strange cats actin pretty rude/ and he a pretty dude wit his suite on/ ready for his funeral/ ready to get pooed on/ cee ima don son plus God's son/ aint nuffin like NAS but ill turn ether on/ mc burials plus he aint ill on the sterio/ my shits outta this world, etherial/ 1. God Bless
L.U.V. in general
drop the dissen in cyphers
after this youll be in my scope like a sniper
hurry up drop the 20 bars
cuz the way i flow my words are phatter then lard |
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Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 12:23 pm
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L.U.V i aint mean to shatter no rules/ but chit-chatterin dudes actin sorta rude/ backstabbin me constantly/ c im equiped wit stab wounds/ bz clownin who?/ naw neva that/ L.U.V always hungry aint affraid 2 bite back/ but ill quit wit hostility aint no need fuh that/ cuz i already know wit no battle im iller than cats/ and no need for names yall already no who/ u saw it first hand what that kid could do/ he'll talk behind ur back like he shatterin u/ but matter if fact he a chit-chatterin dude/ like i said afew bars back strange cats actin pretty rude/ and he a pretty dude wit his suite on/ ready for his funeral/ ready to get pooed on/ cee ima don son plus God's son/ aint nuffin like NAS but ill turn ether on/ mc burials plus he aint ill on the sterio/ my shits outta this world, etherial/ 1. God Bless
((Sorry for breaking the cypher, but who the ******** recruited this f*****t? This ***** is fake and horrible at rapping, I seen this ***** in the Free Flow Sticky and slaughtered him with a couple of bars because he tried showing his weak skills trying to diss on everyone in the Sticky.))
El Nino Eduardo L to the U to the V, you best believe me You a Coward more than a Cowboy, I'll hand you beef on a plate In which it devours your flesh, you <********> with one of the best And I don't mean in a loving way, get it through your chestI will have a change of heart and kill for the matter for less This man can't even jack off, he just backs off And his manhood reputation gets fractured I does not need minutes to get manufactured All I need is quick reflexes when under this measure Doesn't make sense like no feelings under his pressure You can be all the hottest you want, but I remain fresher And if you can't feel the flows that I move, I'll send a different gesture Like Taj... with a d**k, He Spits, I get on anyone's ******** getting under the hair that needs to stand for my ovation If the Goosebumps don't bring back memories Then I'm unleashing thirty horror tendencies Bust paintballs in the spot of those hickies on your neck, it's great ascendancy I have great accuracy on twenty something b***h enemies I stick out like a golden bottle describe like Hennessy You couldn't make acutal love with a female, it's a whole new Odyssey I'm just expressing modesty, your pathetic majesty If you're the king of the ignoramuses, I'm king of the negligence I have an outstanding alliance Me and love making, we always make a great compliance But Luv is acutally a comparison of pseudoscience It's all fake gossip, he's a fake guidance I just exceed ahead without remorse, this newblet catches subsidence And if you have me, listen to my attention I don't only Move the Crowd, I cause Movement for Creativity Believe it's the Majority of Cerebral, a Massive in Character I'm an overall Mastermind Collision specialist You can end up corroded especially with this you can't manage I think I just gotten through you, this was a easy made passageI just broken the love....El Nino Eduardo L.U.V i aint leavin till evry1 say its go/ i aint takin s**t from some b***h frm puerto rico/ he claimin many things/ i cant say he know/ i dont know dude well/ i cant say he blow/ blows alotta head/ thats all that i know/ yapp a bunch of s**t thats about his people/ thats a bunch of s**t/ be ashamed puerto rico/ the kid cant handle it/ daddy yankee bout 2 slap u b***h/ let ur sound emitt/ let it rest like me when i was readin ur s**t/ and dont sound like me/ who u playin wit?/ teach urself how 2 read/ cuz u literally spit/ spit on ur computer trying 2 type some s**t/ get it right,turn ur coolo round and suck maks d**k/ Daddy Yankee's a b***h, Mak is a b***h, you is a b***h trace I ain't down with a lot of reggaeton artist, but I can squirt some Salsa in yo face And I can bet you can't deny the hot tasteI'll lace your throat tight, so you can choke on your oxygenYou better clean up your act, you gonna need some Oxy padsYou're whole flow is pathetic even along with your own nationality But quite possibly, I can spit lyrical s**t and I don't need a ghost within me You better keep your hands off Puerto Rico or you might get sun burnt I can have the women butt ******** your a** for a quick 3-some You ******** immigrant, you can't be on my level And talk about federal immigration I want to see you embarrass your own self, you're a poor devil Screw going on further with this insect Never argue with a retard, they'll only bring you down to their level And beat you with experience |
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Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 1:54 pm
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El Nino Eduardo L.U.V i aint mean to shatter no rules/ but chit-chatterin dudes actin sorta rude/ backstabbin me constantly/ c im equiped wit stab wounds/ bz clownin who?/ naw neva that/ L.U.V always hungry aint affraid 2 bite back/ but ill quit wit hostility aint no need fuh that/ cuz i already know wit no battle im iller than cats/ and no need for names yall already no who/ u saw it first hand what that kid could do/ he'll talk behind ur back like he shatterin u/ but matter if fact he a chit-chatterin dude/ like i said afew bars back strange cats actin pretty rude/ and he a pretty dude wit his suite on/ ready for his funeral/ ready to get pooed on/ cee ima don son plus God's son/ aint nuffin like NAS but ill turn ether on/ mc burials plus he aint ill on the sterio/ my shits outta this world, etherial/ 1. God Bless El Nino Eduardo L to the U to the V, you best believe me You a Coward more than a Cowboy, I'll hand you beef on a plate In which it devours your flesh, you <********> with one of the best And I don't mean in a loving way, get it through your chestI will have a change of heart and kill for the matter for less This man can't even jack off, he just backs off And his manhood reputation gets fractured I does not need minutes to get manufactured All I need is quick reflexes when under this measure Doesn't make sense like no feelings under his pressure You can be all the hottest you want, but I remain fresher And if you can't feel the flows that I move, I'll send a different gesture Like Taj... with a d**k, He Spits, I get on anyone's ******** getting under the hair that needs to stand for my ovation If the Goosebumps don't bring back memories Then I'm unleashing thirty horror tendencies Bust paintballs in the spot of those hickies on your neck, it's great ascendancy I have great accuracy on twenty something b***h enemies I stick out like a golden bottle describe like Hennessy You couldn't make acutal love with a female, it's a whole new Odyssey I'm just expressing modesty, your pathetic majesty If you're the king of the ignoramuses, I'm king of the negligence I have an outstanding alliance Me and love making, we always make a great compliance But Luv is acutally a comparison of pseudoscience It's all fake gossip, he's a fake guidance I just exceed ahead without remorse, this newblet catches subsidence And if you have me, listen to my attention I don't only Move the Crowd, I cause Movement for Creativity Believe it's the Majority of Cerebral, a Massive in Character I'm an overall Mastermind Collision specialist You can end up corroded especially with this you can't manage I think I just gotten through you, this was a easy made passageI just broken the love....El Nino Eduardo L.U.V i aint leavin till evry1 say its go/ i aint takin s**t from some b***h frm puerto rico/ he claimin many things/ i cant say he know/ i dont know dude well/ i cant say he blow/ blows alotta head/ thats all that i know/ yapp a bunch of s**t thats about his people/ thats a bunch of s**t/ be ashamed puerto rico/ the kid cant handle it/ daddy yankee bout 2 slap u b***h/ let ur sound emitt/ let it rest like me when i was readin ur s**t/ and dont sound like me/ who u playin wit?/ teach urself how 2 read/ cuz u literally spit/ spit on ur computer trying 2 type some s**t/ get it right,turn ur coolo round and suck maks d**k/ Daddy Yankee's a b***h, Mak is a b***h, you is a b***h trace I ain't down with a lot of reggaeton artist, but I can squirt some Salsa in yo face And I can bet you can't deny the hot tasteI'll lace your throat tight, so you can choke on your oxygenYou better clean up your act, you gonna need some Oxy padsYou're whole flow is pathetic even along with your own nationality But quite possibly, I can spit lyrical s**t and I don't need a ghost within me You better keep your hands off Puerto Rico or you might get sun burnt I can have the women butt ******** your a** for a quick 3-some You ******** immigrant, you can't be on my level And talk about federal immigration I want to see you embarrass your own self, you're a poor devil Screw going on further with this insect Never argue with a retard, they'll only bring you down to their level And beat you with experience
I'm never sweet in my ryhmes, like gum thats sugar free
But that doesn't mean I can't make it in a cypher, I do that wonderfully
My ryhmes spead to ears like an infection, it has no boundary
I absorb the doubt and the hate only to empower me
Then I share my confidess with the weak and the cowardly
Manufacturing dozens of rappers by the minute and hundreds hourly
U get all the verses straight, curtisy of thee
Going through no wack machinery in tha MC industry
U will hear it all from me, no man filters Graphitty
These are some of the wonders I do with a M-I-C
People are forever changed by the ryhmes I endorse
Cuz like organic oranges, my verses come straight from the source
Ryhmes are all natural, punch-lines hit with pure force
Leaving an MC crippled by the heavy regret and remorse
Have ya head bent over, have it hung like a horse
Cuz I never f*ck around with beef, I give niggas the full course
Why the hell ya'll argue'n anyway?
Always b***h'n over what the other has to say
Talking hurtful s**t, so the other has to pay
The expenses of being an MC, trying to edit each other outta the frame
U guys act all the same, no-one else is to blame
Both going back and forth like ball in the Monkey In tha Middle Game
Niggas stop beef'n, rap is not Ur rag-doll
U don't use it to curse and gloat, and to be a Kno-It-All
Rap is used to express oneself in a positive light
Just chill the hell out and settle the fight |
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Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 2:37 pm
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Graphitty-King El Nino Eduardo L.U.V i aint mean to shatter no rules/ but chit-chatterin dudes actin sorta rude/ backstabbin me constantly/ c im equiped wit stab wounds/ bz clownin who?/ naw neva that/ L.U.V always hungry aint affraid 2 bite back/ but ill quit wit hostility aint no need fuh that/ cuz i already know wit no battle im iller than cats/ and no need for names yall already no who/ u saw it first hand what that kid could do/ he'll talk behind ur back like he shatterin u/ but matter if fact he a chit-chatterin dude/ like i said afew bars back strange cats actin pretty rude/ and he a pretty dude wit his suite on/ ready for his funeral/ ready to get pooed on/ cee ima don son plus God's son/ aint nuffin like NAS but ill turn ether on/ mc burials plus he aint ill on the sterio/ my shits outta this world, etherial/ 1. God Bless El Nino Eduardo L to the U to the V, you best believe me You a Coward more than a Cowboy, I'll hand you beef on a plate In which it devours your flesh, you <********> with one of the best And I don't mean in a loving way, get it through your chestI will have a change of heart and kill for the matter for less This man can't even jack off, he just backs off And his manhood reputation gets fractured I does not need minutes to get manufactured All I need is quick reflexes when under this measure Doesn't make sense like no feelings under his pressure You can be all the hottest you want, but I remain fresher And if you can't feel the flows that I move, I'll send a different gesture Like Taj... with a d**k, He Spits, I get on anyone's ******** getting under the hair that needs to stand for my ovation If the Goosebumps don't bring back memories Then I'm unleashing thirty horror tendencies Bust paintballs in the spot of those hickies on your neck, it's great ascendancy I have great accuracy on twenty something b***h enemies I stick out like a golden bottle describe like Hennessy You couldn't make acutal love with a female, it's a whole new Odyssey I'm just expressing modesty, your pathetic majesty If you're the king of the ignoramuses, I'm king of the negligence I have an outstanding alliance Me and love making, we always make a great compliance But Luv is acutally a comparison of pseudoscience It's all fake gossip, he's a fake guidance I just exceed ahead without remorse, this newblet catches subsidence And if you have me, listen to my attention I don't only Move the Crowd, I cause Movement for Creativity Believe it's the Majority of Cerebral, a Massive in Character I'm an overall Mastermind Collision specialist You can end up corroded especially with this you can't manage I think I just gotten through you, this was a easy made passageI just broken the love....El Nino Eduardo L.U.V i aint leavin till evry1 say its go/ i aint takin s**t from some b***h frm puerto rico/ he claimin many things/ i cant say he know/ i dont know dude well/ i cant say he blow/ blows alotta head/ thats all that i know/ yapp a bunch of s**t thats about his people/ thats a bunch of s**t/ be ashamed puerto rico/ the kid cant handle it/ daddy yankee bout 2 slap u b***h/ let ur sound emitt/ let it rest like me when i was readin ur s**t/ and dont sound like me/ who u playin wit?/ teach urself how 2 read/ cuz u literally spit/ spit on ur computer trying 2 type some s**t/ get it right,turn ur coolo round and suck maks d**k/ Daddy Yankee's a b***h, Mak is a b***h, you is a b***h trace I ain't down with a lot of reggaeton artist, but I can squirt some Salsa in yo face And I can bet you can't deny the hot tasteI'll lace your throat tight, so you can choke on your oxygenYou better clean up your act, you gonna need some Oxy padsYou're whole flow is pathetic even along with your own nationality But quite possibly, I can spit lyrical s**t and I don't need a ghost within me You better keep your hands off Puerto Rico or you might get sun burnt I can have the women butt ******** your a** for a quick 3-some You ******** immigrant, you can't be on my level And talk about federal immigration I want to see you embarrass your own self, you're a poor devil Screw going on further with this insect Never argue with a retard, they'll only bring you down to their level And beat you with experience I'm never sweet in my ryhmes, like gum thats sugar free But that doesn't mean I can't make it in a cypher, I do that wonderfully My ryhmes spead to ears like an infection, it has no boundary I absorb the doubt and the hate only to empower me Then I share my confidess with the weak and the cowardlyManufacturing dozens of rappers by the minute and hundreds hourly U get all the verses straight, curtisy of thee Going through no wack machinery in tha MC industry U will hear it all from me, no man filters Graphitty These are some of the wonders I do with a M-I-C People are forever changed by the ryhmes I endorse Cuz like organic oranges, my verses come straight from the sourceRyhmes are all natural, punch-lines hit with pure force Leaving an MC crippled by the heavy regret and remorse Have ya head bent over, have it hung like a horse Cuz I never f*ck around with beef, I give niggas the full course Why the hell ya'll argue'n anyway? Always b***h'n over what the other has to say Talking hurtful s**t, so the other has to pay The expenses of being an MC, trying to edit each other outta the frame U guys act all the same, no-one else is to blame Both going back and forth like ball in the Monkey In tha Middle Game Niggas stop beef'n, rap is not Ur rag-doll U don't use it to curse and gloat, and to be a Kno-It-All Rap is used to express oneself in a positive light Just chill the hell out and settle the fight
king me n u our ideas unite
i just want to settle this,right?
yes i dont prolong
like the intro in a song
i aint argued nuthen since i came in
only rappen bout the struggles of real men |
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