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2. MVP (I'm Back)
Beat from http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qtz1OPzXAgg&feature=related

More violent poems for the party people's revolution
shrudest dude to do it. he's a pro in the confusion
shootin through ya tunes and who you listen to
don't make me put an end to you and anyone who'd be missin you
flow doper than a brick or two. did i mention he's a pistol too?
loose cannon; at random blast at em. sippin missile fuel
who's the sickest crew? M.I.C. give the track treatment
Monsters on the mash; do my dance and leave the track screamin
beastin like a horror flick. Back up on that morbid s**t
shooters on the roof leave you bleedin on the floor n s**t
flow hot; i scorched this. body the beat; i corpsed this s**t
who want beef?; i'll fork ya s**t. make every single morsal split

the loose cannons back like im strapped on a child soldier
face it; i got bars, y'all be lookin like ya trials over
only ride wit foul rollers. stunna here like crowd controllers
blacc ain't never been mild, but he'll ******** around and smoke ya
solyriquist the lyricist? even he'll put a spear in ya s**t
wonder why we ain't hearin yo s**t? cause we nowhere yo s**t
we way too far ahead gettin dough, guap and bread
got a throught choppin edge; flow hoppin off a ledge
i'm over board. where them conscience girls? i'm over whores
she say that she over me. i say i've been over more
i don't need a bunch of words that or say the same thing
underground spring up on em and drown em in the main stream

I'm baaack

4. Super Official
Beat from http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hS3W9cPr3wI

it goes Gucci Gucci, Louie Louie, Fendi Fendi, Prada!
a fly a** ***** ballin; call me Jeremiah Trotter
and i keep that eagle on me. Philly's where i'll leave you, homie
it's part of my profession. i'm a legend like the beatles, homie
i'm hot, dog; keep it coney. Money never leaves me lonely
mad niggas throwin counter-fits, but we don't see them phoneys
SlaughterHouse; i eat opponents! M.I.C. wit speakers on it
just so we can put on blasts all the cat's who sleepin on ******** Yo Crew!", that's what Stunna said. and i think he meant it
don't ******** wit that hoe, aLexus. MY queens all Beamer Benz it
you dumb if you think they rented. blowin skunk, so we keep em tinted
they know s0's intellectual, so why this s**t so ignant ?
well if i spat the truth i might as well have cut my foot off
cause when i kick the knowledge it go over they heads like hoods are
so i'll just play the dope, man like i'm servin good raw
and sprinkle in some hope and pray some of the goods caught
Gucci Gucci, Louie Louie, Fendi Fendi, Prada!
mobbin fresh to death sorta like the end of Hoffa
wonder why they call it choppa? it sound off like hellacopters
shot'sll make the planet rock like african bambaataa
a hit dog'll hollar, so ask that b***h how much it cost ha
she'll bark off all the dollars of the namebrands that i bought ha
i'm more like a Globe Trotter; pull a trick, i'll blow the whistle
they say "you superficial", naw i'm just super offcial

Nice song on the amy winehouse.

R.I.P heart

7. No Snake Aloud(Completed)
Beat from http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xb_KqzJGC8A

party people gather round. no matter tattered gowns
or classy counts, there's just NO SNAKES ALOUD
don't make a sound unless i say to, clown. take him down
make em drown in a ounce over a gallon of the greatest sound
that bein my flow. a steam boat's how he made his way in town
question: if i beat an emcee and nobody see's, did i make a sound?
silent killer like poison in the glue on that manilla
envolop full of scrilla i sent to the local dope deala
in a way im stoppin crime. stop by the slimes pad and get my dough back
plee coppin kojacks get smacked. leavin hangin like a coat rack
no slack for the so whack talkin bout they knows that
unload loads of facts from the where they poke they nose at
we call those rats and snakes. make em shake, the ratchet backes
feed him to the jakes, tell them snakes i made they a** a cake
lacerate the massive ache caused by these dry spells uh
put a end to that like brendas brat found by that nice fella
this the new drop. i guess i mean it's good like that dude, Pac
the dude rocks. add ALLOW SNAKES before all DO NOT's

i didn't kiss her. face look like she coulda been ya sister
real tongue twister sippin big gulps off the mixer mixture
we go through too much bullshit to touch these tricks readin rude scripts
heard she sank a few ships off the whispers from her loose lips
since i knew played it clueless. hale me; the truest ruthless
get on the mic and one two's it and make em move hips. i do's this
siphan gas out ya acura, turn around and sell it back to ya
spectacular. got rhymin to a science like calculus
gimme the mic. promise that i'll hand it back to ya
after i show who's after me how to do it after ya
stay far from draculas. i swear they in the shadows learkin
pull the snakes from out they curtains; who had the rattles workin
i heard that. word to rap. i'll observe the facts
hurtin cats who lurkin like messin wit the wrong mouse trap
craps! how he shake it up, but never eally gave a ******** they in a bank and such. some think he savin up
but ain't no free hand outs. only stand up guys stand out
keep the snakes out find ya steak in ya man's mouth
and how...

9. Loose Cannon
Beat from http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sRxIJbDS70Q

i'm sure we met before. like a ref, i settle scores
i'm a vet well adept in the mess of these ghetto wars
robbed many ghetto stores and left several fellows floored
if heaven got a ghetto hope they can detect metal at the door
cause if most of my associates had they way, they'd have me there
been everywhere, from the pad, to the trash when they stashed me there
i never actually cared. cold as the sweat on the nose opposed to me
before i blow like overload and let them get a load of me
haha... pray ya sons never get a hold of me
more times than some his little arms couldn't keep control of me
i spit that potent speech that make the meanest soldiers flee
been overseas and helped uplift souls like rosary
hell, i've lifted souls(soles) like the action of mobile feet
resided on the sides of boats and unloaded on opposin fleets
left bodies afloat in seas. they let me breath then reloaded me
my name is known in each bullet hole residualed from my speech
i am the means to an end. foe or friend and cleanse of sin
by takin in the psalms that leave sweaty palms when i go within
let me speak my piece. cross hairs see only crime scenes
i've tongue kissed dime pieces makin it hard to scream "untie me"
it's the life of me. aid death, watch they last breath once more
been on several.. ummm "tours". not to mention, won wars
held by the likes of bad guys and allies. left both done for
like one more one false move. shoot and sound like "encore"
from the hip of Jesse Pinkman to the dome of Abe Lincoln
fact or fiction, my only mission is to end men and create grievance
put a hole in ya seeds like teethin, while wildin wit Riley Freeman
or get on my Huey P or Malcolm X, by any means'in
Put Luciano on the map and mapped out plans for Bugsy Siegel
before i put a hole in his cheeks inside his humble sweet home
hell, i riddled the regal B.I.G. rolled when the dude dropped flat
and i can guarantee you that there's no way that Tupac's back...