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 Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2011 5:11 pm
J Castor Who needs a fighter for new teeth whitener Bruce lee's the biter towards cruelty lighter Than its victim, hitting'em back with-a something Like a wall of hands like I just rhymed door hinge; It makes less sense to test this against the target Demographic when chance has it, they live at target. biggrin Always for bargains lest, by advice, they're wanting Something a little deadly with an oriental orange Plays a part. Slayed a heart or two in the dark. True. Okay well maybe one. But to never be a part two, Embarking on journeys to learn me some schooling So I can make it big blood clots, who's in? None? No problem. A matter of contingency Prepares me for the case of some dependency Dilemma. Thought that I wasn't onto something? Hell breaks lose when I press this red button ! ! ! FLOODING into the trash bin was intelligence then On the brink of extinction, down right delinquent. Whatever you were thinking, Bill Gates could not barter Over father time's grasp since he was a mother... May I interject into a stream of thought, crossing the Stream with another, figure I should need a lozenger After speaking blasphemy. FIGHT THE POWER! Done. Now, having to return to topics in transit, buffered... Birth of the keen without the blue screen knew things Beyond a digital signal even if they missed a pixel. Their reality is blurred and its hail harks an abysmal. Yet when times give the signal, they RISE OUT OF REACH Steadily reaching down to those whose sounds lost An ear shot. Van Gogh's words are clear where not A word was spoken. Merely his devotion to the arts Resembling the jewels apart that I'm bound to teach!
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2011 5:17 pm
J Castor s0 long J Castor s0 long what the hell is wrong with me? million dollar question recollectin methods bout how to improve on perfection second guesin be the number one down fall of all bench ridin the wall ain't the path to how to ball hault. either salute or give up that applause put a stop to the faults like intermitten clause pause. now press play on the just great on the tape cultivatin the laws of the land and it's lay to put it in lamens terms. i'm the greatest and in turn paved the way on my terms. holdin court; y'all ajurned put an end to that. lemme do my thing "rat-a-tat" down like im wit the king wit no shoe strings and brimmed hats On that note . . . the emperor . . . has no closings Neither a defense nor an offense. The whole thing's FALSE, a cage in a way in which a sage does wage War upon the self but that is another turn of the page. Overconfidence is prominent with the dominant- Common sense REIGNS SUPREME: time is spent Preaching that to comrades, peers and the likes. Alone Let its mettle settle upon the microphone Where you might condone its cone of ignorance, I guess. But I'm not for spitting that ambivalence. (no dis) well riddle this: how do you halt ignorance? the fault of those who impose censorship well here's a membership to the enlightened inner circle emcees put on a show. i'm waitin for commercials Hershall- Walker of the game. embarkin on a train- of thought that when attained can be often called strange and thats where there's a strain. i ain't fittin in right triangle through the square shape wit 3rd eye insight and it blinks when i thinks or confronted by my shrink it's in my blood like zinc to rid the game of its kinks "wink" that's a heads up for those who made they beds up now i lay em down to sleep and pray the Lord forgives, but though they know not what they do don't give rights to play the fool played the cool for too long you may end fallin prey to flu However. Careful. Because of how prideful some then feel Figuring this sort of sickness is legit to make them ill. Pill after pillbox into old age with low wages prior. If they wrote their life story then no page is whiter And then some than their's; blank. Coming through, tanked. Some of you may be alright but some of you STANK Of it, the coveted witless trend to which many men fall But to others it don't matter with their 360 newly installed, No world view. So this is how we do within the crew. YOU. SCHOOL. ME. WHILE. I. SCHOOL. YOU. And etcetera. Not a veteran of a plethora of phases, I'm mainly here to learn from the array of these ages. well point him to the cages where we keep the old and grays they got knowin's for days, so it's gotta be contained hid it in a book to keep it aloof of the niggers they full of vigor and claim they pull triggers. go figure they ain't steppin through no school door without a hard knock they got barred tops; mentally enslaved on the yard block they ain't hip to this like i turned the tune to hard rock no joke, fart knocks. gettin paper's harder than card stock so they ain't apt to knoledge like they took a nap through college acknowledge that the bottom feeders is out killin over top ramen food for the table, but cookin wit the pot they pissin in they'd rather catch you in they cross hairs that positive invisionin listen, men! they fate of our would as we know could be at stake but the jungles full of snakes who'd even steal the pearls off the gate then high-tail it to hell. safe haven for the mentally frail by the time i reach em food for thought they cough it up like "ughhh, stale.."
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2011 5:32 pm
r0dan J Castor s0 long J Castor s0 long what the hell is wrong with me? million dollar question recollectin methods bout how to improve on perfection second guesin be the number one down fall of all bench ridin the wall ain't the path to how to ball hault. either salute or give up that applause put a stop to the faults like intermitten clause pause. now press play on the just great on the tape cultivatin the laws of the land and it's lay to put it in lamens terms. i'm the greatest and in turn paved the way on my terms. holdin court; y'all ajurned put an end to that. lemme do my thing "rat-a-tat" down like im wit the king wit no shoe strings and brimmed hats On that note . . . the emperor . . . has no closings Neither a defense nor an offense. The whole thing's FALSE, a cage in a way in which a sage does wage War upon the self but that is another turn of the page. Overconfidence is prominent with the dominant- Common sense REIGNS SUPREME: time is spent Preaching that to comrades, peers and the likes. Alone Let its mettle settle upon the microphone Where you might condone its cone of ignorance, I guess. But I'm not for spitting that ambivalence. (no dis) well riddle this: how do you halt ignorance? the fault of those who impose censorship well here's a membership to the enlightened inner circle emcees put on a show. i'm waitin for commercials Hershall- Walker of the game. embarkin on a train- of thought that when attained can be often called strange and thats where there's a strain. i ain't fittin in right triangle through the square shape wit 3rd eye insight and it blinks when i thinks or confronted by my shrink it's in my blood like zinc to rid the game of its kinks "wink" that's a heads up for those who made they beds up now i lay em down to sleep and pray the Lord forgives, but though they know not what they do don't give rights to play the fool played the cool for too long you may end fallin prey to flu However. Careful. Because of how prideful some then feel Figuring this sort of sickness is legit to make them ill. Pill after pillbox into old age with low wages prior. If they wrote their life story then no page is whiter And then some than their's; blank. Coming through, tanked. Some of you may be alright but some of you STANK Of it, the coveted witless trend to which many men fall But to others it don't matter with their 360 newly installed, No world view. So this is how we do within the crew. YOU. SCHOOL. ME. WHILE. I. SCHOOL. YOU. And etcetera. Not a veteran of a plethora of phases, I'm mainly here to learn from the array of these ages. well point him to the cages where we keep the old and grays they got knowin's for days, so it's gotta be contained hid it in a book to keep it aloof of the niggers they full of vigor and claim they pull triggers. go figure they ain't steppin through no school door without a hard knock they got barred tops; mentally enslaved on the yard block they ain't hip to this like i turned the tune to hard rock no joke, fart knocks. gettin paper's harder than card stock so they ain't apt to knoledge like they took a nap through college acknowledge that the bottom feeders is out killin over top ramen food for the table, but cookin wit the pot they pissin in they'd rather catch you in they cross hairs that positive invisionin listen, men! they fate of our would as we know could be at stake but the jungles full of snakes who'd even steal the pearls off the gate then high-tail it to hell. safe haven for the mentally frail by the time i reach em food for thought they cough it up like "ughhh, stale.." Point made along the way where I would advocate them... For those who lack education to attach a vocation To a life goal. Yet not everyone's in it for whole levels Of gold metals but go figure. Still, the slow pedal Too fast for their hearts to handle the strain of the effort Where the body says eff it. And then others just let it. I can see where they fell off however all of the credit Is just due to the two breast suit that will "justly" attest to Actions one didn't commit. Thus, the profile we Know, hate, love and associate the whole mile we've Measured, as if we're light years behind. Some don't realize that light years doesn't register time. Being a measure of space, it occupies critical faculties To which my like brethren know not its capacity. Having to ask if we've lost, however, say never Even when in the Same State of being in Different Weather! We note, the issue isn't remote. It's communal Observed on the curb and the spraying done at funerals They reflect what they know. A wise man knows nothing and yet, as does a fool. What they know? (Listening to a 1 Mic spin-off almost messed me up in writing since I had another beat in mind from the beginning.)
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2011 6:03 pm
J Castor r0dan J Castor s0 long J Castor s0 long what the hell is wrong with me? million dollar question recollectin methods bout how to improve on perfection second guesin be the number one down fall of all bench ridin the wall ain't the path to how to ball hault. either salute or give up that applause put a stop to the faults like intermitten clause pause. now press play on the just great on the tape cultivatin the laws of the land and it's lay to put it in lamens terms. i'm the greatest and in turn paved the way on my terms. holdin court; y'all ajurned put an end to that. lemme do my thing "rat-a-tat" down like im wit the king wit no shoe strings and brimmed hats On that note . . . the emperor . . . has no closings Neither a defense nor an offense. The whole thing's FALSE, a cage in a way in which a sage does wage War upon the self but that is another turn of the page. Overconfidence is prominent with the dominant- Common sense REIGNS SUPREME: time is spent Preaching that to comrades, peers and the likes. Alone Let its mettle settle upon the microphone Where you might condone its cone of ignorance, I guess. But I'm not for spitting that ambivalence. (no dis) well riddle this: how do you halt ignorance? the fault of those who impose censorship well here's a membership to the enlightened inner circle emcees put on a show. i'm waitin for commercials Hershall- Walker of the game. embarkin on a train- of thought that when attained can be often called strange and thats where there's a strain. i ain't fittin in right triangle through the square shape wit 3rd eye insight and it blinks when i thinks or confronted by my shrink it's in my blood like zinc to rid the game of its kinks "wink" that's a heads up for those who made they beds up now i lay em down to sleep and pray the Lord forgives, but though they know not what they do don't give rights to play the fool played the cool for too long you may end fallin prey to flu However. Careful. Because of how prideful some then feel Figuring this sort of sickness is legit to make them ill. Pill after pillbox into old age with low wages prior. If they wrote their life story then no page is whiter And then some than their's; blank. Coming through, tanked. Some of you may be alright but some of you STANK Of it, the coveted witless trend to which many men fall But to others it don't matter with their 360 newly installed, No world view. So this is how we do within the crew. YOU. SCHOOL. ME. WHILE. I. SCHOOL. YOU. And etcetera. Not a veteran of a plethora of phases, I'm mainly here to learn from the array of these ages. well point him to the cages where we keep the old and grays they got knowin's for days, so it's gotta be contained hid it in a book to keep it aloof of the niggers they full of vigor and claim they pull triggers. go figure they ain't steppin through no school door without a hard knock they got barred tops; mentally enslaved on the yard block they ain't hip to this like i turned the tune to hard rock no joke, fart knocks. gettin paper's harder than card stock so they ain't apt to knoledge like they took a nap through college acknowledge that the bottom feeders is out killin over top ramen food for the table, but cookin wit the pot they pissin in they'd rather catch you in they cross hairs that positive invisionin listen, men! they fate of our would as we know could be at stake but the jungles full of snakes who'd even steal the pearls off the gate then high-tail it to hell. safe haven for the mentally frail by the time i reach em food for thought they cough it up like "ughhh, stale.." Point made along the way where I would advocate them... For those who lack education to attach a vocation To a life goal. Yet not everyone's in it for whole levels Of gold metals but go figure. Still, the slow pedal Too fast for their hearts to handle the strain of the effort Where the body says eff it. And then others just let it. I can see where they fell off however all of the credit Is just due to the two breast suit that will "justly" attest to Actions one didn't commit. Thus, the profile we Know, hate, love and associate the whole mile we've Measured, as if we're light years behind. Some don't realize that light years doesn't register time. Being a measure of space, it occupies critical faculties To which my like brethren know not its capacity. Having to ask if we've lost, however, say never Even when in the Same State of being in Different Weather! We note, the issue isn't remote. It's communal Observed on the curb and the spraying done at funerals They reflect what they know. A wise man knows nothing and yet, as does a fool. What they know? (Listening to a 1 Mic spin-off almost messed me up in writing since I had another beat in mind from the beginning.) i wouldnt ask them numb nuts s**t. shut a dunce up most answers cast be nasty like 2 girls one cup them buttoned up pencil pushers give solutions to intruders of their diction. which is ruder? the fireman or the shooter? "uhh, care to explain that? i doubt we can maintain that we follow what you sayin" don't dog my slang, brainiac "ummm, still don't follow" in your ignorance may you wallow since most sayin be hollow, they leave us dumb:Biazarro doesn't matter how you dress it. the truth is uglier naked all i said is the truth's the truth no matter who said it get it? don't let em gas you like they packed you wit unleaded expose the credit of the heads of state weighs as Russian roulette-ish watch they faces turn redish as i relish in what they embellish as food for thought. what, no relish? may those heads be beheaded!
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Namiko Kaito Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2011 6:05 pm
This new school is dumb rap
Lets take em back to real whips and dunce caps
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2011 7:24 pm
r0dan J Castor r0dan J Castor s0 long well riddle this: how do you halt ignorance? the fault of those who impose censorship well here's a membership to the enlightened inner circle emcees put on a show. i'm waitin for commercials Hershall- Walker of the game. embarkin on a train- of thought that when attained can be often called strange and thats where there's a strain. i ain't fittin in right triangle through the square shape wit 3rd eye insight and it blinks when i thinks or confronted by my shrink it's in my blood like zinc to rid the game of its kinks "wink" that's a heads up for those who made they beds up now i lay em down to sleep and pray the Lord forgives, but though they know not what they do don't give rights to play the fool played the cool for too long you may end fallin prey to flu However. Careful. Because of how prideful some then feel Figuring this sort of sickness is legit to make them ill. Pill after pillbox into old age with low wages prior. If they wrote their life story then no page is whiter And then some than their's; blank. Coming through, tanked. Some of you may be alright but some of you STANK Of it, the coveted witless trend to which many men fall But to others it don't matter with their 360 newly installed, No world view. So this is how we do within the crew. YOU. SCHOOL. ME. WHILE. I. SCHOOL. YOU. And etcetera. Not a veteran of a plethora of phases, I'm mainly here to learn from the array of these ages. well point him to the cages where we keep the old and grays they got knowin's for days, so it's gotta be contained hid it in a book to keep it aloof of the niggers they full of vigor and claim they pull triggers. go figure they ain't steppin through no school door without a hard knock they got barred tops; mentally enslaved on the yard block they ain't hip to this like i turned the tune to hard rock no joke, fart knocks. gettin paper's harder than card stock so they ain't apt to knoledge like they took a nap through college acknowledge that the bottom feeders is out killin over top ramen food for the table, but cookin wit the pot they pissin in they'd rather catch you in they cross hairs that positive invisionin listen, men! they fate of our would as we know could be at stake but the jungles full of snakes who'd even steal the pearls off the gate then high-tail it to hell. safe haven for the mentally frail by the time i reach em food for thought they cough it up like "ughhh, stale.." Point made along the way where I would advocate them... For those who lack education to attach a vocation To a life goal. Yet not everyone's in it for whole levels Of gold metals but go figure. Still, the slow pedal Too fast for their hearts to handle the strain of the effort Where the body says eff it. And then others just let it. I can see where they fell off however all of the credit Is just due to the two breast suit that will "justly" attest to Actions one didn't commit. Thus, the profile we Know, hate, love and associate the whole mile we've Measured, as if we're light years behind. Some don't realize that light years doesn't register time. Being a measure of space, it occupies critical faculties To which my like brethren know not its capacity. Having to ask if we've lost, however, say never Even when in the Same State of being in Different Weather! We note, the issue isn't remote. It's communal Observed on the curb and the spraying done at funerals They reflect what they know. A wise man knows nothing and yet, as does a fool. What they know? (Listening to a 1 Mic spin-off almost messed me up in writing since I had another beat in mind from the beginning.) i wouldnt ask them numb nuts s**t. shut a dunce up most answers cast be nasty like 2 girls one cup them buttoned up pencil pushers give solutions to intruders of their diction. which is ruder? the fireman or the shooter? "uhh, care to explain that? i doubt we can maintain that we follow what you sayin" don't dog my slang, brainiac "ummm, still don't follow" in your ignorance may you wallow since most sayin be hollow, they leave us dumb:Biazarro doesn't matter how you dress it. the truth is uglier naked all i said is the truth's the truth no matter who said it get it? don't let em gas you like they packed you wit unleaded expose the credit of the heads of state weighs as Russian roulette-ish watch they faces turn redish as i relish in what they embellish as food for thought. what, no relish? may those heads be beheaded! Typically the epitome of virility in vocab Is no laboratory animal dressed with a toe tag But the billions of impassioned who ration for scavengers A means to relish and catch up while being passengers. Got it already. Had it last week. Likely my last read Yet the projection of the "projects" products has me... I wouldn't know having to work among them knowing its Modern day colonialism losing and throwing fits... Showing fists to the likeliest opposition Deemed DANGEROUS when only seeking nachos missing. Not the chip on my shoulder but of what has been drawn from The lack of proper protection via the absent condom, Hunger for understanding. Once upon a way back Coming from an age that couldn't come to handing The baton to the imprisoned. Mission accomplished. Missing A piece of the puzzle for which there is no acquisition We listen all the long while they try to speak over The best actions. So when our turn to speak's over Their passion has been silenced like the troop in twilight Wielding unlit torches so it doesn't gather eyesight Defy light's moment by stepping ahead of its setting; Fire solves nothing sourced to bed wetting.
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2011 7:45 pm
II Exadus II This new school is dumb rap Lets take em back to real whips and dunce caps Proven facts that rap is now a joke, I create mocks to enhance this flow. Satire humor, creating clever notes. These fakes only toughen up to save face, because their 'flow' is only a hoax. Their words were never 'dope' instead consider it low. Just because they're part of the industry doesn't make them the new prodigy of flows. Lyrics that are low, trying so hard to make it flow, this is the 'new era', but we all know it's a joke. Lol true story.
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2011 8:01 pm
II Exadus II This new school is dumb rap Lets take em back to real whips and dunce caps and such words can be taken as a misdirection to the methods of willie lynch, cuz even these retro-minded artists' muscle is musty, they just be axe-ing up the stench, so while u seemingly making sense, u just barely palming the pen, of the proverbial book of common sense, since u just criticizing now to then, but see while u examing biggie smalls, u makin hard for new niggas to stand tall, looking over your shoulder to get over, while u have yet to size up the front running brick wall, it aint all showing the movable jaw with references to gun draws and broken jaws, the story-to-tell or giving niggas hell, i mean it has to be more to the clause, that's why as a culture, hip hop is doomed to the beats that we flow, and u can't like an artist without a cynic claiming you strokin they ego, now that's beef, bro; reference black star's track telling where the meat is, cuz not all white boys is brooklyn residents, jacking the government where the cheese is, and i know, i know, you supposed to be a prodigy, no diss, but that spot where ya teeth is, can say more than metaphors, so it's whatever-or, u can use them skills to bring others to where the streets is
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2011 9:23 pm
J Castor r0dan J Castor r0dan J Castor s0 long well riddle this: how do you halt ignorance? the fault of those who impose censorship well here's a membership to the enlightened inner circle emcees put on a show. i'm waitin for commercials Hershall- Walker of the game. embarkin on a train- of thought that when attained can be often called strange and thats where there's a strain. i ain't fittin in right triangle through the square shape wit 3rd eye insight and it blinks when i thinks or confronted by my shrink it's in my blood like zinc to rid the game of its kinks "wink" that's a heads up for those who made they beds up now i lay em down to sleep and pray the Lord forgives, but though they know not what they do don't give rights to play the fool played the cool for too long you may end fallin prey to flu However. Careful. Because of how prideful some then feel Figuring this sort of sickness is legit to make them ill. Pill after pillbox into old age with low wages prior. If they wrote their life story then no page is whiter And then some than their's; blank. Coming through, tanked. Some of you may be alright but some of you STANK Of it, the coveted witless trend to which many men fall But to others it don't matter with their 360 newly installed, No world view. So this is how we do within the crew. YOU. SCHOOL. ME. WHILE. I. SCHOOL. YOU. And etcetera. Not a veteran of a plethora of phases, I'm mainly here to learn from the array of these ages. well point him to the cages where we keep the old and grays they got knowin's for days, so it's gotta be contained hid it in a book to keep it aloof of the niggers they full of vigor and claim they pull triggers. go figure they ain't steppin through no school door without a hard knock they got barred tops; mentally enslaved on the yard block they ain't hip to this like i turned the tune to hard rock no joke, fart knocks. gettin paper's harder than card stock so they ain't apt to knoledge like they took a nap through college acknowledge that the bottom feeders is out killin over top ramen food for the table, but cookin wit the pot they pissin in they'd rather catch you in they cross hairs that positive invisionin listen, men! they fate of our would as we know could be at stake but the jungles full of snakes who'd even steal the pearls off the gate then high-tail it to hell. safe haven for the mentally frail by the time i reach em food for thought they cough it up like "ughhh, stale.." Point made along the way where I would advocate them... For those who lack education to attach a vocation To a life goal. Yet not everyone's in it for whole levels Of gold metals but go figure. Still, the slow pedal Too fast for their hearts to handle the strain of the effort Where the body says eff it. And then others just let it. I can see where they fell off however all of the credit Is just due to the two breast suit that will "justly" attest to Actions one didn't commit. Thus, the profile we Know, hate, love and associate the whole mile we've Measured, as if we're light years behind. Some don't realize that light years doesn't register time. Being a measure of space, it occupies critical faculties To which my like brethren know not its capacity. Having to ask if we've lost, however, say never Even when in the Same State of being in Different Weather! We note, the issue isn't remote. It's communal Observed on the curb and the spraying done at funerals They reflect what they know. A wise man knows nothing and yet, as does a fool. What they know? (Listening to a 1 Mic spin-off almost messed me up in writing since I had another beat in mind from the beginning.) i wouldnt ask them numb nuts s**t. shut a dunce up most answers cast be nasty like 2 girls one cup them buttoned up pencil pushers give solutions to intruders of their diction. which is ruder? the fireman or the shooter? "uhh, care to explain that? i doubt we can maintain that we follow what you sayin" don't dog my slang, brainiac "ummm, still don't follow" in your ignorance may you wallow since most sayin be hollow, they leave us dumb:Biazarro doesn't matter how you dress it. the truth is uglier naked all i said is the truth's the truth no matter who said it get it? don't let em gas you like they packed you wit unleaded expose the credit of the heads of state weighs as Russian roulette-ish watch they faces turn redish as i relish in what they embellish as food for thought. what, no relish? may those heads be beheaded! Typically the epitome of virility in vocab Is no laboratory animal dressed with a toe tag But the billions of impassioned who ration for scavengers A means to relish and catch up while being passengers. Got it already. Had it last week. Likely my last read Yet the projection of the "projects" products has me... I wouldn't know having to work among them knowing its Modern day colonialism losing and throwing fits... Showing fists to the likeliest opposition Deemed DANGEROUS when only seeking nachos missing. Not the chip on my shoulder but of what has been drawn from The lack of proper protection via the absent condom, Hunger for understanding. Once upon a way back Coming from an age that couldn't come to handing The baton to the imprisoned. Mission accomplished. Missing A piece of the puzzle for which there is no acquisition We listen all the long while they try to speak over The best actions. So when our turn to speak's over Their passion has been silenced like the troop in twilight Wielding unlit torches so it doesn't gather eyesight Defy light's moment by stepping ahead of its setting; Fire solves nothing sourced to bed wetting. so hold on to ya pull-ups, kid. school em on this foolishness they give this ***** an inch, now time to show em who the ruler is not sittin down for nuthin, but i'm thrown. gone high off life they'd rather you come back for they hash on some karma type but they forgot the go around. hints why i hold the crown show the town how to say no to clowns trynna hold em down keep ya medication. all i needs my deep meditation they want you higher than a patient. i want natural elevation station switchin. cringe and twitchin at all these rappers bitchin bout what key go in they ignition, but i can be just as ignant listen. i can roll up in a cutless chrome clutchin donuts hold up... they use to use whips to control us so nuts. plant this in my seeds; stay away from weeds or take it easy. leave you wit less brain vacancies take a knee for rule two: don't let these frauds rule you give em knowledge like they hood dont, but back em like the hood do good news for bad guys. come get lyrically baptized in a flow so deep could cause ship fleets to capsize my allies and i appose those who play the game lacostranos hold the quotes of the glory days and face today toe to toe
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2011 11:32 pm
LonelyAznBulldog_TAB II Exadus II This new school is dumb rap Lets take em back to real whips and dunce caps Proven facts that rap is now a joke, I create mocks to enhance this flow. Satire humor, creating clever notes. These fakes only toughen up to save face, because their 'flow' is only a hoax. Their words were never 'dope' instead consider it low. Just because they're part of the industry doesn't make them the new prodigy of flows. Lyrics that are low, trying so hard to make it flow, this is the 'new era', but we all know it's a joke. Lol true story. we can all just laugh, since the new s**t are humorous comedians can't take 'em seriously, since recent flows are impersonating chameleons and since most emcee's have Casper to write bars for them money is one the way, so to them, being unoriginal is no problem btw i never knew that ghostwriters make alot of money
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 8:48 am
GhostlyMark LonelyAznBulldog_TAB II Exadus II This new school is dumb rap Lets take em back to real whips and dunce caps Proven facts that rap is now a joke, I create mocks to enhance this flow. Satire humor, creating clever notes. These fakes only toughen up to save face, because their 'flow' is only a hoax. Their words were never 'dope' instead consider it low. Just because they're part of the industry doesn't make them the new prodigy of flows. Lyrics that are low, trying so hard to make it flow, this is the 'new era', but we all know it's a joke. Lol true story. we can all just laugh, since the new s**t are humorous comedians can't take 'em seriously, since recent flows are impersonating chameleons and since most emcee's have Casper to write bars for them money is one the way, so to them, being unoriginal is no problem btw i never knew that ghostwriters make alot of money Yea dude Ghost-writers make a good amount. They literally write music for people and get no credit for it, but in return of getting no credit they earn a shitload of money. You should become one you got the name for it, GhostlyMark XD JK Im kiddin.
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 8:52 am
Qs-are-not-Gs II Exadus II This new school is dumb rap Lets take em back to real whips and dunce caps and such words can be taken as a misdirection to the methods of willie lynch, cuz even these retro-minded artists' muscle is musty, they just be axe-ing up the stench, so while u seemingly making sense, u just barely palming the pen, of the proverbial book of common sense, since u just criticizing now to then, but see while u examing biggie smalls, u makin hard for new niggas to stand tall, looking over your shoulder to get over, while u have yet to size up the front running brick wall, it aint all showing the movable jaw with references to gun draws and broken jaws, the story-to-tell or giving niggas hell, i mean it has to be more to the clause, that's why as a culture, hip hop is doomed to the beats that we flow, and u can't like an artist without a cynic claiming you strokin they ego, now that's beef, bro; reference black star's track telling where the meat is, cuz not all white boys is brooklyn residents, jacking the government where the cheese is, and i know, i know, you supposed to be a prodigy, no diss, but that spot where ya teeth is, can say more than metaphors, so it's whatever-or, u can use them skills to bring others to where the streets is This verse was pretty good, although you wrote some things I wouldn't necessarily agree with, but still you got skill.
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 9:29 am
LonelyAznBulldog_TAB GhostlyMark LonelyAznBulldog_TAB II Exadus II This new school is dumb rap Lets take em back to real whips and dunce caps Proven facts that rap is now a joke, I create mocks to enhance this flow. Satire humor, creating clever notes. These fakes only toughen up to save face, because their 'flow' is only a hoax. Their words were never 'dope' instead consider it low. Just because they're part of the industry doesn't make them the new prodigy of flows. Lyrics that are low, trying so hard to make it flow, this is the 'new era', but we all know it's a joke. Lol true story. we can all just laugh, since the new s**t are humorous comedians can't take 'em seriously, since recent flows are impersonating chameleons and since most emcee's have Casper to write bars for them money is one the way, so to them, being unoriginal is no problem btw i never knew that ghostwriters make alot of money Yea dude Ghost-writers make a good amount. They literally write music for people and get no credit for it, but in return of getting no credit they earn a shitload of money. You should become one you got the name for it, GhostlyMark XD JK Im kiddin. lol possibilities
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 11:09 am
LonelyAznBulldog_TAB Qs-are-not-Gs II Exadus II This new school is dumb rap Lets take em back to real whips and dunce caps and such words can be taken as a misdirection to the methods of willie lynch, cuz even these retro-minded artists' muscle is musty, they just be axe-ing up the stench, so while u seemingly making sense, u just barely palming the pen, of the proverbial book of common sense, since u just criticizing now to then, but see while u examing biggie smalls, u makin hard for new niggas to stand tall, looking over your shoulder to get over, while u have yet to size up the front running brick wall, it aint all showing the movable jaw with references to gun draws and broken jaws, the story-to-tell or giving niggas hell, i mean it has to be more to the clause, that's why as a culture, hip hop is doomed to the beats that we flow, and u can't like an artist without a cynic claiming you strokin they ego, now that's beef, bro; reference black star's track telling where the meat is, cuz not all white boys is brooklyn residents, jacking the government where the cheese is, and i know, i know, you supposed to be a prodigy, no diss, but that spot where ya teeth is, can say more than metaphors, so it's whatever-or, u can use them skills to bring others to where the streets is This verse was pretty good, although you wrote some things I wouldn't necessarily agree with, but still you got skill. hey bulldog wanna do a written colab on this beat http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SKTSpkGM0ZI
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 11:11 am
GhostlyMark LonelyAznBulldog_TAB Qs-are-not-Gs II Exadus II This new school is dumb rap Lets take em back to real whips and dunce caps and such words can be taken as a misdirection to the methods of willie lynch, cuz even these retro-minded artists' muscle is musty, they just be axe-ing up the stench, so while u seemingly making sense, u just barely palming the pen, of the proverbial book of common sense, since u just criticizing now to then, but see while u examing biggie smalls, u makin hard for new niggas to stand tall, looking over your shoulder to get over, while u have yet to size up the front running brick wall, it aint all showing the movable jaw with references to gun draws and broken jaws, the story-to-tell or giving niggas hell, i mean it has to be more to the clause, that's why as a culture, hip hop is doomed to the beats that we flow, and u can't like an artist without a cynic claiming you strokin they ego, now that's beef, bro; reference black star's track telling where the meat is, cuz not all white boys is brooklyn residents, jacking the government where the cheese is, and i know, i know, you supposed to be a prodigy, no diss, but that spot where ya teeth is, can say more than metaphors, so it's whatever-or, u can use them skills to bring others to where the streets is This verse was pretty good, although you wrote some things I wouldn't necessarily agree with, but still you got skill. hey bulldog wanna do a written colab on this beat ]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SKTSpkGM0ZIWow you're the first person who asked me to collab. Anyway...I guess so yea. Im having a little writer's block but I'll still write a verse I guess.
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