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 Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 12:25 am
1. It Hurts Pt. 2 Beat from http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bL508utK21oit hurts to see him succeed, but go'on head n succ-it-up uppercuts stick like ruts. ******** up what the ******** is up and bring it down to ear level so you can hear the shot to the gut of the beat then punch the teeth out til they turn the treble up- it hurts leave it trashy; throw up on the beach nasty the mob got that white girl; call it B Nasty but see, actually i'd rather solo wit a social chick rather than tote a clip once gripped by a socialist Minochavic You-a**-es-Are(USSR) not ready for the flow i kick but the sole of this'll give ya soul a kick like you got the holy ghost n s**t got that 7D focusness aimed straight at ya oldest kid just know this; i'll end ya future before you notice it i'm a loaded gun. you a load of s**t... it hurts to keep goin it's like you lames the same, straight hoeish, but afraid of deep throatin the truth. do i need anymore proof or should i just torch ya roof? heres the realness of it: they caint kill the kid; abortion proof but this is my campaign; either sit back or support the troops purple heart love vet runnin this like i divorced the coupe...
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 7:20 pm
2. Dear Gaia feat. Rel Beat from http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ArOGcOuqSBgVerse 1 Dear Gaia, you prolly won't miss me but there are a few who will, but still won't get me kept up an appeal up hill for a long while now it's time for me to drop the cuts like Dark Child the games all foul. we aint funnin no more it use to be loaded wit gangstas, but they aint gunnin no more on the track, runnin no more and i'ont feel nuh'in no more they act like im not spose to make it hot cause thats what summer is for guess i made the sun jealous all the while while i was sonnin fellas puns and letters tethered with punches eatin chumps like cheddar cheese for the camera.. niggas don't even act like they know it's why i dont write no mo. they act like typins slow like my team aint take key styling and swallowed it and left no excape out this locked game for them to follow it my brain use to be like a chamber til i hollowed it use to bend slang out the frame type curves of a model chick thats my bravado, kids, but on the real i fed off y'all at the necks of every-body getting a-head off y'all but now i lost it like they twist my head off wrong i remember the harder i came the same could be said of y'all but, naw. niggas dun gave it all up and i get it maybe ya path aint directed towards all this script wrippin but i miss them days back when i said what i meant n y'all would give him play because he was read authentic and i don't mean to sound tired, gaia, but my fire use to be desired, but now it feels like it's dyin me and my birds of a feather fresh as ever when we fly in but i guess all comes to an end like the mayans... look here, my niggas. i aint sayin we dont all move on, but yall niggas is still around and y'all choose not to move at all and i aint in the game to dribble around then lose the ball, amuse you all, then skip the scene like the new Lamar i just feel like i O-dem more in those regards. if you real then on the real show you are show your scars from the field. dont just talk about the ville and how it was trill; let em know you raw but ummm... i'm done for now. so, one for now possibly forever, we had fun together but like all good things, we must come to an end please show the same love to my friends: Dear Gaia (Brings beat back) Verse 2 (Rel) Dear Gaia...
I never retired, but severed entire empires,
forever with my own clever mind so,
I could write whole life, soul, pride, hope,
bibles instead of chillin' and livin' idle...
But why go act like I'm so right so much,
Like I don't know what's called left?
Paused steps a bit...stalled textin' s**t...
all breath I spit but ya'll censored it,
from ya'll head and s**t and I'm stressin' it...
a bit but next'ed the s**t, these sentences,
from chest i spit, and form vespid cliques,
messages, and taught next of kin, a mess of wit.
The best of it?... (pause)
Is that I don't know when I'm gonna' rest from tears,
these years? been fast forward. These beers? don't last four,
minutes. Will the damn whores, I give up chance for,
to just kill the dance floor, and fill up packed tours.
My will? Ain't half all the gin in glass jars, I killed...
Fa'real...but still?....Gonna' give it all I give it,
gonna' kill it with these lyrics, 'cause when it ends all the visions,
of the image that I spit it up to live it up, is gettin',
father away...and harder to say that I'll ever cross to that day.
Nonsense is faith, promises fade, I'll make it...till then...I'll just be gone to the rain,
and fade...
to gray...
Dear Gaia...I'm a lier, I'm a prophet, I'm satire, I'm a monsta',
I'm the writer that might of inclined that I am a tyrant, and all this...
nonsense...I light a fire that's symbolicaly lighting razor makin' slices across my arm, it's...
carving...my inhibition, self-centered wishing', my distant lyrics to remind I'll never stop...it...
I'll never stop it...Dear Gaia.
(fast paced, no i don't cut my actually wrists, it was symbolic)
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2012 1:35 am
r0guish 2. Dear Gaia Beat from http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ArOGcOuqSBgDear Gaia, you prolly won't miss me but there are a few who will, but still won't get me kept up an appeal up hill for a long while now it's time for me to drop the cuts like Dark Child the games all foul. we aint funnin no more it use to be loaded wit gangstas, but they aint gunnin no more on the track, runnin no more and i'ont feel nuh'in no more they act like im not spose to make it hot cause thats what summer is for guess i made the sun jealous all the while while i was sonnin fellas puns and letters tethered with punches eatin chumps like cheddar cheese for the camera.. niggas don't even act like they know it's why i dont write no mo. they act like typins slow like my team aint take key styling and swallowed it and left no excape out this locked game for them to follow it my brain use to be like a chamber til i hollowed it use to bend slang out the frame type curves of a model chick thats my bravado, kids, but on the real i fed off y'all at the necks of every-body getting a-head off y'all but now i lost it like they twist my head off wrong i remember the harder i came the same could be said of y'all but, naw. niggas dun gave it all up and i get it maybe ya path aint directed towards all this script wrippin but i miss them days back when i said what i meant n y'all would give him play because he was read authentic and i don't mean to sound tired, gaia, but my fire use to be desired, but now it feels like it's dyin me and my birds of a feather fresh as ever when we fly in but i guess all comes to an end like the mayans... look here, my niggas. i aint sayin we dont all move on, but yall niggas is still around and y'all choose not to move at all and i aint in the game to dribble around then lose the ball, amuse you all, then skip the scene like the new Lamar i just feel like i O-dem more in those regards. if you real then on the real show you are show your scars from the field. dont just talk about the ville and how it was trill; let em know you raw but ummm... i'm done for now. so, one for now possibly forever, we had fun together but like all good things, we must come to an end please show the same love to my friends: Dear Gaia
I never retired, but severed entire empires,
forever with my own clever mind so,
I could write whole life, soul, pride, hope,
bibles instead of chillin' and livin' idle...
But why go act like I'm so right so much,
Like I don't know what's called left?
Paused steps a bit...stalled textin' s**t...
all breath I spit but ya'll censored it,
from ya'll head and s**t and I'm stressin' it...
a bit but next'ed the s**t, these sentences,
from chest i spit, and form vespid cliques,
messages, and taught next of kin, a mess of wit.
The best of it?... (pause)
Is that I don't know when I'm gonna' rest from tears,
these years? been fast forward. These beers? don't last four,
minutes. Will the damn whores, I give up chance for,
to just kill the dance floor, and fill up packed tours.
My will? Ain't half all the gin in glass jars, I killed...
Fa'real...but still?....Gonna' give it all I give it,
gonna' kill it with these lyrics, 'cause when it ends all the visions,
of the image that I spit it up to live it up, is gettin',
father away...and harder to say that I'll ever cross to that day.
Nonsense is faith, promises fade, I'll make it...till then...I'll just be gone to the rain,
and fade...
to gray...
Dear Gaia...I'm a lier, I'm a prophet, I'm satire, I'm a monsta',
I'm the writer that might of inclined that I am a tyrant, and all this...
nonsense...I light a fire that's symbolicaly lighting razor makin' slices across my arm, it's...
carving...my inhibition, self-centered wishing', my distant lyrics to remind I'll never stop...it...
I'll never stop it...Dear Gaia.
(fast paced, no i don't cut my actually wrists, it was symbolic)
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 5:57 pm
3. HYFR Beat from http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jwOI7N3xpBgso much for givin up, i guess i'll go today but i got more to say so-- lemme me just get this last load off my chest last time this gun will salute or reload all the rest "just when will he shoot?" you just holdin ya breath my buzz felt through the room like the phone on my desk alone i'm the best. when in Rome all the rest do as i does it i do what i love, b***h i screw it to nothin vests strapped on my thugs; you can call them McLovins we superbad, blood. ******** who said that i wasn't they'll prolly get dug out a trench for fraud thuggin or found full of slugs on the dance floor while clubbin makin sumthin of nothin. start bustin on frontin you cuffin hoes? bluffin. nah, *****, not us when we head to the town, y'all head to the hills knock ya head off ya gown and ya legs off ya heels be better prepared or be prepared to kneel to the next of my heir's, yes they rep wit me still unh... could it be blacc or stunna or another up and comer? they makin noise in the summer; cryin lightin, roarin thunder ever wonder what's a goon to a gunner when yo goons ain't gunmen and you gunmen ain't comin? bummer i said somethin bout the summer. could it be some sorta omen? til then i'll leave wit this: trust no man and never love a woman cause uhhh... anything else would be a confession get the ******** up out my studio confusin me wit questions like... (Chorus) Did you bust that clip? are you high right now? was that s**t really worth it? is he still livin? i heard he had it comin, that true? you gettin money? you think them niggas you wit is wit you? (And I say) Hell yeah Hell yeah, hell ********' ********' right, all right (And we say) Hell yeah Hell yeah, hell ********' ********' right, alright
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 7:44 pm
4. Southside Beat from http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-wLGmDChzr0i got a cold flow, so guess just how it feel in Atlanta colder than 6 below like niggas burried killed in Atlanta and i was trill about my beef before them grills hit Atlanta in my white t; YUP! my franchise built up Atlanta to keep it real wit Atlanta, i left cause i ain't want no prollems i ain't wanna be involved in no bad news columns every city got a bad side where them bad dudes mob in but when i head back to that side them bad dudes got em so i'm cool in every hood spot. show me what yo hood got i'll show you what my hood bout where topless bitches give good top call that s**t bankHEAD; i'm be on that like our forefathers faces we in the heart of the city by a rock and some harder places niggas spot the weak out for weeks, geeks get smarter faces stay up out the streets or get roamed on like MARTA trains is my niggas got Sparta trainin. to these hoes we are the favorites off Ezra Church where God be prayin, on Simpson Rd. where Mark be slangin hard as the pavement. makin moves til our bodies achin no fakin. takin time you wasted and the most like we started late in but this is for the Grim. R.I.P to Tiger Y.M.M. 8-Ball, Bam and Mesaiah and my other patna who got jumped at Crim to all outsiders i promise y'all look like punks to them goons be brothers grimm; they'll write a story how they punked you men when you came to the (Chorus) South (side), South (side) South (side), South (side) South (side), South (side) South (side), Side of the States
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 4:05 am
5. JFK Beat from http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YAY32Yht9qw&feature=relatedgive em a little air and sell the rest to the masses catch em by they tags, act brash and leave em hapless haters half bad at this. get crossed off my scrap list end up on my scrapped list. i'm uno on the mad list adlibs by the mack spit. doper than a bad trip hit em wit a frag splint; it's ashes to ashes race against time; it's aston to aston all the way to the mansion and life is a bad b***h... chillin where the cool cats is mo' birds than a pet shop and mo' herbs than a medshop knock the gumshoes off a metlock then hang em like dread locs head shots through ya red socks fitted ghetto red hot red dot, hindu style, between ya brows while you bed rock hit ya b***h too to keep the s**t true to a Juliet bop death is such a tragic romance that'll take ya breath, pops too cold, how could my sled stop? it's aight, fret not just respect the drop; triggermman at ya head (POP) work harder, murk martyrs offt his thirst harbored i deserve a verse part of the good book; word to Allah my bitches deserve prada, but in my mind they're worth nada come wit a coal(cold) flow, so it keep my verse hotta pour on the curb to the Hoffas and mobstas eatin pasta with they words smarter i worked harder make a hoe holla for upliftin her out of squalor then tax her for her dollas. i do the game like a scolar i studied every text book, even learned the alma mater i'm a bad mother ******** like deadbeat father put in work overseas like my degree got me a charter school of hard knocks, never really shot for Harvard got my head straight; thats word to my barder goin nuts like Carver. stay strapped like a guarder belt. droppin welts on ya face like bombs; pearl hatbor got a lawyer for the case; briefcase full of (Carter) (Hook) President Carter Pr-President Carter x4
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 4:41 am
6. She Will Beat from http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T5H5hO4in6gshe only had one trip left in her left sinners to be in bed wit a bread winner he don't know her inners, but he know when he get in her het can get her to get with it, get that dough fo they dinner he loved the game, though he meant her and she aint been on a plain, she stage: beginner but she's no ******** quitter. if he's not ******** wit her then that means back to the blocks she rocked wit since kinder and she say she aint havin that s**t, he say she should fly the package long as she can get thru baggage that can really make it happen he decides to play the captain, she just hang back in the cabin and if this s**t crashes ands burns, they'll be major wrappage that someones gonna have to claim like they payin taxes and if she down to ride, that means she best down for that s**t he don't really do the rat s**t. it's he doesnt ******** wir ratchets he just trynna make s**t happen, if she get back, he'll take for mariage cause he loves her- and she knows this if it wasnt for her, he'd be on some mo s**t another flow tip type old nitch, pocket pickin crypts, or droppin simps off an old bridge.... he'd be focused he'd prolly find another old miss and she's afraid cause she'd hardly be noticed and he knows this. says "if you loved me, you would hold this" no tellin bout the future, just what the present's unfoldin a gift from fait. if she could do this it would get them straight she wanna move to north New York to huge estates wit a bigger lake cause this sess pool is full of fakes who dress cool but lack the intellectual to move up out this mess, fool they just fools, but there's a mess of stool lyin on the line on the real she know that, so maybe she wont, but, s**t, the again maybe she will...
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 5:12 am
7. Rainy Day Beat from http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CTZhwvA2gmQsorry, but this strain of haze is being saved for a rainy day grainy played wax costs no tax to spit the pain away make a way for the peep show take aways take his cape away, he's just your average man smashin on crazy dames great escape went bananas like an ape escape bonanza each stanza be as elegant as a car show extravaganza goin planters on beats oin hammer out atlanta just to get them records spins like a drunk tape you dance ta' molly wop ya mans fa' them wide eye'd stares glared into the face of death out of breath like "why should i care?" not like it's really here, why should i fear? symptoms of leavin scripts wripped wit wide size tears why my tears burn is beyond me. just after brains like zombies so come over here, blondie. get a load of my long ******** you expect? this is slaughter house the ones who get upset be the ones who brought their daughters out ignor the drought; sorry to piss on your parade shoulda brought an umbrella, dumb fella. it just ain't your day new dudes try to intrude, we be like "who dat" how the saints would say take a toll on they lives; we make em pay; take they change away they don't wat no drama, wishin they'dce voted for Obama feed em to paranas who just got off fast; Ramadanned up hope they got they holy charms up; roast beef sprinkled wit rosaries is how my whole clique sees these wanna be's. make em plead like "more ovaltine" that was a load to speak. holy me. i almost wet over b covert soldier spline; shittin on anyone opposed to me put ya soul at ease like the end of a stroll low and behold: here comes the shmoe who stole the show let the credits roll as i big ups my fellow vandals all of my mens can handle, so aint no rest in peace candles an inner circle tougher to get out of like the daze after this strain of haze we'll just get blazed. save the powder for a rainy day
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 8:06 pm
8. Why I Love You Beat from http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ti7XUoKjeP0showd love to you niggas, you ripped out my heart then you stepped on it took shots like i never kept a vest on it spat flat lines after it it skipped on me from carryin a heavy load like i slept on it feels like yall want me dead... well you just might get yo wish wit this kill this then prolly wont be able to live wit myself guess slaughterhouse gon have to live wit this cant say that i ever really looked for the beef but it comes around and niggas gotta eat followin the sounds of a lot of sheep y'all all sound the same and yall sound asleep i'll pour a round for peace, shoot a round for freedom and when neither is found around, you need him but when he come to lay it down you greet him wit a gun to his crown. is this how you treat him? wasn't i a good king? protected y'all necks like a hood brings showed y'all reality is more than hood dreams in reality, i rallied to bring yall good things so we'd be fed whenever the fat lady would sing and now this is her last sonnet. no encore to leave the core astonished i vomit out what Allah is to hot heads on that Jahaad s**t. no comment Put that on God, it's not a flaw i lawed them after lulling them off they guards then when i welcomed them wit open arms, they arms reached for my charm... damn... niggas still got love for em. dope lines; still got drugs for em but it feel like i'm in the heart of a city where the love's foreign
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 8:27 pm
9. Stay Schemin feat. Yung Flo Beat from http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=93bRQRQAwyE&feature=relatedVerse 1 and if i die, long live the game stay connected wit my gang like some prison chains see the game from different angles like a prism chamber rampage on the track and the train and it isnt anger and its insane and its headed straight to yo lane, which now is in danger if you just now hearin bout my buzz, you should ditch ya pager the games full of suds and washed up thugs. drop em like missin hangers chop em like missin fangers. derranged, headbangin lead slanger hooride down drury lane and rob the baker for his bread paper caker, muffin taker. shakin jakes who be out to cuff ya savior intensions like the God; i'll take ya brawd and love thy neighbor flagrant;y greater than fakers. may they lay under several acres of my estate in they states. amen- the end of my prayers and priar to the layers of hate i've caked over the eons i've bit frost like freon. winter asks "who turned the heat on?" winners ask "whos turn to be on?" whoevers first to turn a beat on and i'm the king like Leon at the table i put my feet on lookin at the beef on my plate i couldn't eat on cause these peons i've pee'd on got too much of me on em for it to be haelthy. then pelt and sling my feces on the beat then i'm belching, since y'all wanna disgust(discuss) the s**t i be on told her "don't cry for me, mom. just be strong" she had 4 boys; i'm the wrong son to scheme on Verse 2 (Yung Flo) I was riding in my truck with niggas who never gave a ******** all this gun talk but none of them ever bust I stopped spitting the flame and dove back into the streets But i didn't realize that my swag made me look weak So i downgraded the game back to South Pole and the dickies And when i had her for one night she left with about 3 hickies Went for 3 weeks straight on nothing but water and that sticky Then it didn't take long for rap to say that it missed me Its partly my fault I didn't know any better After Spring Break i had to get my s**t together Woke up from a party laying with a complete stranger Wondering how i got this ******** ring on my finger Back to the lyrics like i clocked in for my shift Giving rappers deliveries that hit like my fists To my lil brother sick kid boy you know that i got you He stays on his s**t sometimes im mad that im not you But i've got to do me and stay true to the south I gotta show em what Texas is about So im back and Youn Flo isn't falling Young Jordan of the rap game they know im still balling.
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 9:18 am
r0guish 9. Stay Schemin Beat from http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=93bRQRQAwyE&feature=relatedand if i die, long live the game stay connected wit my gang like some prison chains see the game from different angles like a prism chamber rampage on the track and the train and it isnt anger and its insane and its headed straight to yo lane, which now is in danger if you just now hearin bout my buzz, you should ditch ya pager the games full of suds and washed up thugs. drop em like missin hangers chop em like missin fangers. derranged, headbangin lead slanger hooride down drury lane and rob the baker for his bread paper caker, muffin taker. shakin jakes who be out to cuff ya savior intensions like the God; i'll take ya brawd and love thy neighbor flagrant;y greater than fakers. may they lay under several acres of my estate in they states. amen- the end of my prayers and priar to the layers of hate i've caked over the eons i've bit frost like freon. winter asks "who turned the heat on?" winners ask "whos turn to be on?" whoevers first to turn a beat on and i'm the king like Leon at the table i put my feet on lookin at the beef on my plate i couldn't eat on cause these peons i've pee'd on got too much of me on em for it to be haelthy. then pelt and sling my feces on the beat then i'm belching, since y'all wanna disgust(discuss) the s**t i be on told her "don't cry for me, mom. just be strong" she had 4 boys; i'm the wrong son to scheme on I was riding in my truck with niggas who never gave a ******** all this gun talk but none of them ever bust I stopped spitting the flame and dove back into the streets But i didn't realize that my swag made me look weak So i downgraded the game back to South Pole and the dickies And when i had her for one night she left with about 3 hickies Went for 3 weeks straight on nothing but water and that sticky Then it didn't take long for rap to say that it missed me Its partly my fault I didn't know any better After Spring Break i had to get my s**t together Woke up from a party laying with a complete stranger Wondering how i got this ******** ring on my finger Back to the lyrics like i clocked in for my shift Giving rappers deliveries that hit like my fists To my lil brother sick kid boy you know that i got you He stays on his s**t sometimes im mad that im not you But i've got to do me and stay true to the south I gotta show em what Texas is about So im back and Youn Flo isn't falling Young Jordan of the rap game they know im still balling.
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 7:10 pm
Youn Flo GBE r0guish 9. Stay Schemin Beat from http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=93bRQRQAwyE&feature=relatedand if i die, long live the game stay connected wit my gang like some prison chains see the game from different angles like a prism chamber rampage on the track and the train and it isnt anger and its insane and its headed straight to yo lane, which now is in danger if you just now hearin bout my buzz, you should ditch ya pager the games full of suds and washed up thugs. drop em like missin hangers chop em like missin fangers. derranged, headbangin lead slanger hooride down drury lane and rob the baker for his bread paper caker, muffin taker. shakin jakes who be out to cuff ya savior intensions like the God; i'll take ya brawd and love thy neighbor flagrant;y greater than fakers. may they lay under several acres of my estate in they states. amen- the end of my prayers and priar to the layers of hate i've caked over the eons i've bit frost like freon. winter asks "who turned the heat on?" winners ask "whos turn to be on?" whoevers first to turn a beat on and i'm the king like Leon at the table i put my feet on lookin at the beef on my plate i couldn't eat on cause these peons i've pee'd on got too much of me on em for it to be haelthy. then pelt and sling my feces on the beat then i'm belching, since y'all wanna disgust(discuss) the s**t i be on Why don't you record told her "don't cry for me, mom. just be strong" she had 4 boys; i'm the wrong son to scheme on I was riding in my truck with niggas who never gave a ******** Sharing all this gun talk but none of them ever bust I stopped spitting the flame and dove back into the streets But i didn't realize that my swag made me look weak So i downgraded the game back to South Pole and the dickies And when i had her for one night she left with about 3 hickies Went for 3 weeks straight on nothing but water and that sticky Then it didn't take long for rap to say that it missed me Its partly my fault I didn't know any better After Spring Break i had to get my s**t together Woke up from a party laying with a complete stranger Wondering how i got this ******** ring on my finger Back to the lyrics like i clocked in for my shift Giving rappers deliveries that hit like my fists To my lil brother sick kid boy you know that i got you He stays on his s**t sometimes im mad that im not you But i've got to do me and stay true to the south I gotta show em what Texas is about So im back and Youn Flo isn't falling Young Jordan of the rap game they know im still balling.
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 12:12 am
10. The Coldest (feat. SlaughterHouse) Beat from http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D3NoKFmBN9Yahem.. don't talk to me about my style, if i've embarrassed you i'm talkin verses that would tare at you. have chrome pieces stair atchu don't wanna hear bout what you'd dare to do, only what you prepared to do cause when i hit the exit cruisin, i might just pull up next to you and let it bang, let it bust, etcetera etcetera have these niggas scared of us: western part of america so if you talkin bout beef just make it clear to us can't a young ***** make money less it's cleared through us what? it's slaughterhouse, i bang it from the east to the west to the south where niggas slangin every trap, every hood, every rat, every hood, every gat, every good ***** ready to scrap, they love my gang's s**t and half them niggas came wit, and half them niggas i bang wit and half of them niggas'll aim s**t and the other half is who i mame wit <******** ya head up; mame wits. expose fraudulent thoughts abroad thoughts of ya broad get left ajar in ya neighborhoods park tell me that ain't dark then tell me you'ont think he have the heart to pull off a hanis act of flamin raps and tearin yo map apart king of the world, so i'm the king of yo s**t by default and i'ma keep it summer hot, even when the leaves fall send y'all to hell in gas drawls while i free-ball start a free-for-all and come out on top of the heap of y'all don't wanna get to deep for y'all cause that'd just embarrass ya i would rather heave it all up on track and then just tear it up clowns startin to put on they frowns; say "it aint fair enough" cause all they see is me lookin down and shittin on em where the terrace was i'm just trynna be merry, but they try to break the marriage up and my life is still a bad b***h like a librarian when her hair is up don't talk to me about my style if it already embarrassed you irrigate the mainstream through the underground then embarrass you! can a young ***** get hungry anymore? tell PETA this beef sucks, send me more! can a young ***** be hungry anymore? tell PETA this beef sucks, got anymore? can i kill a six-teen witout no flaws? sad that after this they aint gettin anymore! dont talk about my style, *****, i'll ******** embarrass you! rippin styles of flows? i'll ******** embarrass you! encorporatin hoes? i'll ******** embarrass you! The Coldest ***** In It; you niggas'll need theraflu! Verse 2 (Blacc) aight im sick pour me a mug up of that theraflu and purple s**t, urkle twisted in this spliff, icing out my hurtin wrist, all these ho-oh's flaming s**t, all over my poke balls, catch em, train em, leave em, never keep em, i don't catch em all, cuz i been on my ma-choke, show that b***h that hard-stroke, just my mention makes me money, million every bar-quote, all yall do is cough-smoke, when you broke it cost-mo, now my slab's a pack of jolly ranchers, out of cost-co! woah woah, see that *****? big villain snappin, you see my pictures?
slab twenty inches, bad b***h wit extensions,
***** imma trending topic, you aint even get a mention,
tension, slam it on the board like bones,
you aint gotta ask, the whole house got chrome,
38-45-22, padlock drop then i pop shots off at the dome,so yeah, niggas finna sweat, no sauna break a gangsta grill, that's right, no drama told you she was on her period? no commas, you a clown for the beef, yeah like mcdonald's, first name ronald, treat a ***** like i'm reagan, like ******** all these niggas,white b***h named meagan, Imma cut em at the loin, real beasts is never shook, cuz it's slaughterhouse *****, lemme prep em for the hook, dont talk about my style, *****, i'll ******** embarrass you! rippin styles of flows? i'll ******** embarrass you! encorporatin hoes? i'll ******** embarrass you! The Coldest ***** In It; you niggas'll need theraflu! (the red part is double time) I'mma miss my ***** bro! crying Verse 3(Stunna) IM FADED WAY BACK,....LIKE A BARBER ON RECLINE/
MY TEAM TALK CASH, SPIT CHECKS...NO BOUNCE OR DECLINE/
IM A ACTION PACK MOVIE THAT'LL MAKE U HAVE 2 REWIND/
AMAZED @ HOW THE FACT I BE BEASTIN ON U K-9'S/
IM THE COLDEST, WE THE COLD FRONT...SO GRAB YA HEATA/
& THE BLOOD IN MY VEINS LOOK LIKE A RED MARGARITA/
THE 3 MUSKETEERS OF THIS KEYSTYLE SH!T/
THAT MEANS RAPIDLY TYPING DOWN THESE FREESTYLES B!TCH/
THAT BE SO INSANE OFF TOP OF THA BRAIN rolleyes BUT WE DO THIS 4A JOKE?!/
& YOU NEW NI66AS SWAG AINT EVEN ******** WIT THE POPES!!!/
DESTROYED WHOLE RAP GUILDS BY MYSELF..ASK ABOUT ME, IM THE MUFASA/
I CAN BUY YA WHOLE AVI & CASA ,..IF I SOLD THE COLLAR ON MY CHIHUAHUA/
YO MY ***** R0...U SAID U OUT!!!...WELL O.....K!!!/
BUT @ LEAST ON MY MIXTAPES....CAN U STILL D....J!!!/
I DONE DRUNK TWO 40'S...SO I GUESS IM 80oz. IN ON BUD ICE/
I JUST SHITTED HARD ON THIS BEAT,...I THINK I HAD 2 FLUSH TWICE/
ME, BLACK, REL, MAI, & R0...SOME LEGENDS ON THIS GAIA MC s**t/
& I PATROL MY TEAMS TURF,... cool ....LIKE A MILITARY MP BISH!!!/
GOT A PM...THIS B!TCH SAY SHE LIKE HOW I DRESS MY AVI/
SHE 26...IM LIKE DAMN b***h, SHE SEEN MY PIC, NOW SHE OFFERIN HER TAFFY/
BEEN DOIN THIS HERE BACK SINCE..04'/
& IF U CANT RESPECT THAT,.THEN GET YA A$$ 2THA DOOR/
talk2hand
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 2:43 pm
r0guish 10. The Coldest Beat from http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D3NoKFmBN9Yahem.. don't talk to me about my style, if i've embarrassed you i'm talkin verses that would tare at you. have chrome pieces stairin atchu don't wanna hear bout what you'd dare to do, only what you prepared to do cause when i hit the exit cruisin, i might just pull up next to you and let it bang, let it bust, etcetera etcetera have these niggas scared of us: western part of america so if you talkin bout beef just make it clear to us can't a young ***** make money less it's cleared through us what? it's slaughterhouse, i bang it from the east to the west to the south where niggas slangin every trap, every hood, every rat, every hood, every gat, every good ***** ready to scrap, they love my gang's s**t and half them niggas came wit, and half them niggas i bang wit and half of them niggas'll aim s**t and the other half is who i mame wit <******** ya head up; mame wits. expose fraudulent thoughts abroad thoughts of ya broad get left ajar in ya neighborhoods park tell me that ain't dark then tell me you'ont think he have the heart to pull off a hanis act of flamin raps and tearin yo map apart king of the world, so i'm the king of yo s**t by default and i'ma keep it summer hot, even when the leaves fall send y'all to hell in gas drawls while i free-ball start a free-for-all and come out on top of the heap of y'all don't wanna get to deep for y'all cause that'd just embarrass ya i would rather heave it all up on track and then just tear it up clowns startin to put on they frowns; say "it aint fair enough" cause all they see is me lookin down and shittin on em where the terrace was i'm just trynna be merry, but they try to break the marriage up and my life is still a bad b***h like a librarian when her hair is up don't talk to me about my style if it already embarrassed you irrigate the mainstream through the underground then embarrass you! can a young ***** get hungry anymore? tell PETA this beef sucks, send me more! can a young ***** be hungry anymore? tell PETA this beef sucks, got anymore? can i kill a six-teen witout no flaws? sad that after this they aint gettin anymore! dont talk about my style, *****, i'll ******** embarrass you! rippin styles of flows? i'll ******** embarrass you! encorporatin hoes? i'll ******** embarrass you! The Coldest ***** In It; you niggas'll need theraflu! aight im sick pour me a mug up of that theraflu and purple s**t, urkle twisted in this spliff, icing out my hurtin wrist, all these ho-oh's flaming s**t, all over my poke balls, catch em, train em, leave em, never keep em, i don't catch em all, cuz i been on my ma-choke, show that b***h that hard-stroke, just my mention makes me money, million every bar-quote, all yall do is cough-smoke, when you broke it cost-mo, now my slab's a pack of jolly ranchers, out of cost-co! woah woah, see that *****? big villain snappin, you see my pictures?
slab twenty inches, bad b***h wit extensions,
***** imma trending topic, you aint even get a mention,
tension, slam it on the board like bones,
you aint gotta ask, the whole house got chrome,
38-45-22, padlock drop then i pop shots off at the dome,so yeah, niggas finna sweat, no sauna break a gangsta grill, that's right, no drama told you she was on her period? no commas, you a clown for the beef, yeah like mcdonald's, first name ronald, treat a ***** like i'm reagan, like ******** all these niggas,white b***h named meagan, Imma cut em at the loin, real beasts is never shook, cuz it's slaughterhouse *****, lemme prep em for the hook, dont talk about my style, *****, i'll ******** embarrass you! rippin styles of flows? i'll ******** embarrass you! encorporatin hoes? i'll ******** embarrass you! The Coldest ***** In It; you niggas'll need theraflu! (the red part is double time) I'mma miss my ***** bro! crying
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 4:38 pm
DizziedPhi r0guish 10. The Coldest Beat from http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D3NoKFmBN9Yahem.. don't talk to me about my style, if i've embarrassed you i'm talkin verses that would tare at you. have chrome pieces stairin atchu don't wanna hear bout what you'd dare to do, only what you prepared to do cause when i hit the exit cruisin, i might just pull up next to you and let it bang, let it bust, etcetera etcetera have these niggas scared of us: western part of america so if you talkin bout beef just make it clear to us can't a young n***a make money less it's cleared through us what? it's slaughterhouse, i bang it from the east to the west to the south where niggas slangin every trap, every hood, every rat, every hood, every gat, every good n***a ready to scrap, they love my gang's s**t and half them niggas came wit, and half them niggas i bang wit and half of them niggas'll aim s**t and the other half is who i mame wit ******** ya head up; mame wits. expose fraudulent thoughts abroad thoughts of ya broad get left ajar in ya neighborhoods park tell me that ain't dark then tell me you'ont think he have the heart to pull off a hanis act of flamin raps and tearin yo map apart king of the world, so i'm the king of yo s**t by default and i'ma keep it summer hot, even when the leaves fall send y'all to hell in gas drawls while i free-ball start a free-for-all and come out on top of the heap of y'all don't wanna get to deep for y'all cause that'd just embarrass ya i would rather heave it all up on track and then just tear it up clowns startin to put on they frowns; say "it aint fair enough" cause all they see is me lookin down and shittin on em where the terrace was i'm just trynna be merry, but they try to break the marriage up and my life is still a bad b***h like a librarian when her hair is up don't talk to me about my style if it already embarrassed you irrigate the mainstream through the underground then embarrass you! can a young n***a get hungry anymore? tell PETA this beef sucks, send me more! can a young n***a be hungry anymore? tell PETA this beef sucks, got anymore? can i kill a six-teen witout no flaws? sad that after this they aint gettin anymore! dont talk about my style, n***a, i'll ******** embarrass you! rippin styles of flows? i'll ******** embarrass you! encorporatin hoes? i'll ******** embarrass you! The Coldest n***a In It; you niggas'll need theraflu! aight im sick pour me a mug up of that theraflu and purple s**t, urkle twisted in this spliff, icing out my hurtin wrist, all these ho-oh's flaming s**t, all over my poke balls, catch em, train em, leave em, never keep em, i don't catch em all, cuz i been on my ma-choke, show that b***h that hard-stroke, just my mention makes me money, million every bar-quote, all yall do is cough-smoke, when you broke it cost-mo, now my slab's a pack of jolly ranchers, out of cost-co! woah woah, see that n***a? big villain snappin, you see my pictures?
slab twenty inches, bad b***h wit extensions,
n***a imma trending topic, you aint even get a mention,
tension, slam it on the board like bones,
you aint gotta ask, the whole house got chrome,
38-45-22, padlock drop then i pop shots off at the dome,so yeah, niggas finna sweat, no sauna break a gangsta grill, that's right, no drama told you she was on her period? no commas, you a clown for the beef, yeah like mcdonald's, first name ronald, treat a n***a like i'm reagan, like ******** all these niggas,white b***h named meagan, Imma cut em at the loin, real beasts is never shook, cuz it's slaughterhouse n***a, lemme prep em for the hook, dont talk about my style, n***a, i'll ******** embarrass you! rippin styles of flows? i'll ******** embarrass you! encorporatin hoes? i'll ******** embarrass you! The Coldest n***a In It; you niggas'll need theraflu! (the red part is double time) I'mma miss my n***a bro! crying
MY TEAM TALK CASH, SPIT CHECKS...NO BOUNCE OR DECLINE/
IM A ACTION PACK MOVIE THAT'LL MAKE U HAVE 2 REWIND/
AMAZED @ HOW THE FACT I BE BEASTIN ON U K-9'S/
IM THE COLDEST, WE THE COLD FRONT...SO GRAB YA HEATA/
& THE BLOOD IN MY VEINS LOOK LIKE A RED MARGARITA/
THE 3 MUSKETEERS OF THIS KEYSTYLE SH!T/
THAT MEANS RAPIDLY TYPING DOWN THESE FREESTYLES B!TCH/
THAT BE SO INSANE OFF TOP OF THA BRAIN rolleyes BUT WE DO THIS 4A JOKE?!/
& YOU NEW NI66AS SWAG AINT EVEN ******** WIT THE POPES!!!/
DESTROYED WHOLE RAP GUILDS BY MYSELF..ASK ABOUT ME, IM THE MUFASA/
I CAN BUY YA WHOLE AVI & CASA ,..IF I SOLD THE COLLAR ON MY CHIHUAHUA/
YO MY ***** R0...U SAID U OUT!!!...WELL O.....K!!!/
BUT @ LEAST ON MY MIXTAPES....CAN U STILL D....J!!!/
I DONE DRUNK TWO 40'S...SO I GUESS IM 80oz. IN ON BUD ICE/
I JUST SHITTED HARD ON THIS BEAT,...I THINK I HAD 2 FLUSH TWICE/
ME, BLACK, REL, MAI, & R0...SOME LEGENDS ON THIS GAIA MC s**t/
& I PATROL MY TEAMS TURF,... cool ....LIKE A MILITARY MP BISH!!!/
GOT A PM...THIS B!TCH SAY SHE LIKE HOW I DRESS MY AVI/
SHE 26...IM LIKE DAMN b***h, SHE SEEN MY PIC, NOW SHE OFFERIN HER TAFFY/
BEEN DOIN THIS HERE BACK SINCE..04'/
& IF U CANT RESPECT THAT,.THEN GET YA A$$ 2THA DOOR/
talk2hand
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