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Post by notes on Jul 13, 2006 21:25:51 GMT -5
if it came to the day i face Jay up in a meley.... i stay heavy on a tracks until the grave like a freighttrain I"ll find eightways to make ya legs break made a mistake i leave you shakin facin fate like bad brakes..... I"m a Sinister hater....a braver administation player... witnesses done mistake it...pay it aint a diss...its just for the sake of it
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Post by ©el on Jul 13, 2006 22:27:20 GMT -5
How can I [Pay Jay]? when he can’t handle the [Notes] I’ll put a hole in his neck without a cancerous throat Claimin u an [African] until u run from the [heat] I’ll leave u laying on the pavement like a bum on the street Pay Jay’s a [lightweight] so I’ma leave him with 5 [plates] When I get in at [730] I’ma murder him by [eight]
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Post by Konkeror on Jul 14, 2006 20:15:16 GMT -5
Ya'll "cum hard" in ur linez? "Snickerz" have more "nutz-in-their-barz"/ Ya'll need me to "get rid of da pain", but I aint "hustlin-scarz"/ I spit at a "pi-rate"(pirate) for dollarz so i can "Buccaneer"(Buck an ear)/(pi=3.14154623...infinite) Then sleep with ur dealz so I could say "Fuck-ya'll-careerz"/ So im droppin da 5th bar, and ya'll can implant it in ur brainz/ Ya'll bitchez will get sprayed when I spit like standin in da rain/
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tEch maN
Junior Member
You gotta be kidding me...
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Post by tEch maN on Jul 16, 2006 20:04:07 GMT -5
Talkin bout standin in 'da' rain Walkin with that old man from Citizen Cain Just like him you must use Viagra to get dat flame You must throw me at Tigra or I'll just say dang New tech-man using that glorifed gangsta slang
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Post by Konkeror on Jul 16, 2006 20:24:03 GMT -5
How dare u claim a "tech"-nique when u comin at me wrong-kid/ I'll beat u like a "chest" just like Donkey Kong-is/(ur avatar) Take my dick out and fuck-skill, Holdin cardz iz only time u can touch-dealz/ So check ur signature, ur right u can never ever "Crush-Will"/(lol) Try to get on my level, Until then homie I gotchu/ I'll finish thiz last bar, but ur hittin up my yahoo/(lol)
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tEch maN
Junior Member
You gotta be kidding me...
Posts: 98
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Post by tEch maN on Jul 17, 2006 13:49:11 GMT -5
Like a reject like dog, I fight like boba fett, you owe to me a huge drug debt// you still trying to sell your cassette, bitch while i'm flying in the jay-z jet// easy cause your album is sleazy, parental warning cause it'll make yur kid deezy(dizzy)// pop open that colt 45 nice and fizzy, nice outfit for you konk you lookin like a Frizzi//
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Post by Konkeror on Jul 17, 2006 14:53:34 GMT -5
Ur shit aint sick; Ive seen iller spitz from cancer patientz havin gold-mouthz/ And ur album suckz so I'll rip itz spirit out so u can say dat ur "Souled-out"/ No-doubt I rock hard and i dont need viagra-in-my-veinz/ And to reach my level ur gonna need five-latterz-and-a-cane/ My mic-shatterz-from-da-flamez, while urz iz not-workin/ I dont expect a reply til those last punchez from me stop-hurtin/
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Post by notes on Aug 2, 2006 22:43:53 GMT -5
wheres he at? damn a battle aint no fear after the fact witness my lyrics majic...this faggots a dissapearin act i'ma shove this mic up ya ass until ya throats soar pull it out ya mouth holdin the chord wit four fords in tugawar the last battle had me laughin even though i lost right.... dawg...its aight cuz i still finda way to show you how to floss tight.... [check above lines if you don't understand]
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Post by Konkeror on Aug 3, 2006 17:21:48 GMT -5
Nooooo way: I have-it-all, my lyricism can pass-ur-barz/ Got da "Iron"? I "bend elementz" Like "avatarz" wit magic-barz/ Crash-ur-carz and outlast-the far regionz and scar-legionz/ Of ur kind that'll Star-me-and my status softenin ur hard-bein/ Havent been online cuz I gettin my belt resized/ Realized ur "kryptonite" so i blinded all "three-eyez"/(Kryptonite by Third Eye Blind...rock group) lol
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Post by notes on Aug 5, 2006 21:56:16 GMT -5
this is poker...i'm king shit...dawg a royalflush plus i don't fuck wit jokers...i'll show your TELL to spot your bluff on some toughshit til i pull ya card n watch you bust, bitch deliveries to the "hostess"...kid you still couldn't run chips daps to the battle, return wit cypherin you can't handle matter of fact dude...lame wita track ya raps a bad gamble [lame horse//tracks///figure it out]
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Post by Konkeror on Aug 11, 2006 11:37:46 GMT -5
All pissed off, getcha lipz ripped off cuz u spit soft/ I'll hit hard wit punchez, RUn da champz belt like Bischoff/ Im eatin-ur-cookiez-bruh: da vet heatin-thiz-rookie-up/ Everyone who's readin thiz are believin-thiz-pussy-suckz/ Punchez to da chest will have u not breathin-and-shooken-up/ And I aint talkin bout sex when I say Im "beatin-thiz-pussy-up"/
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