xqwysyte:

hmm, so u been avoiding me on purpose.

Me avoid you?
Have you been looking for me

xqwysyte:

Stop feeling cool cos i am putting up threads in ur name.

xqwysyte:

the truth is i am actually kinda happy rite now,

Ok. . . i wont derail the thread further, and i am sure you wont too!

xqwysyte:

Dont u at least want to get to hear what i av to say.

Ok if you have anything to say, go and say it on the thread you opened and i will check it out!
Thanks

eyonigger:

And all I see is these paranoid bitches, illegal adventures
Bustin motherfuckers with uppercuts, I leave 'em with dentures
Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the Don
I write your name on a piece of paper, now your family's gone
Why perpetrate like you can handle my team?
So merciless that my attack'll take command of your dreams
Leavin motherfuckers drownin in they own blood
Clownin takin pictures later
Laugh bout the punk bitches, that turned snitches
Regulate my area, the terror I represent
Makin yo' people disappear, you wonderin where they went?
Am I cold or is it just I sold my soul?
Addicted to these streets, never find true peace I'm told
Come take my body God, don't let me suffer any longer
Smoke a pound of marijuana, so I know it ain't long
Where is the end to all my misery, is there a close?
I suppose that's why I murder my foes, when thugs cry

~Sauron~:

CANIBUS:

In linear terms, my thirty-three [/i]degree, and a[i] third
Words, will give you thirty-third degree burns
First I write, thirty-three lines to a verse
About how I created the Earth out of thirty-three quarks
Thirty-three of my peers never thought it would work
For thirty-three, I started my relentless research
And I figured, if Jigga could do, twenty-two two's
As an MC, then I could do, thirty-three three's
Suddenly it occured, at three-thirty, on March third
It came to me like God's word
I started to load my thirty-three calibre Mossberg
Went to the top of the Empire State, on thirty-third
Thirty-three [/i]gunshots was heard
[i]Thirty-three pedestrians lay wounded or dead, on the curb
Thirty-three squad cars rushed to the scene
As soon as they heard, some mad-man had gone berserk.

I demanded, thirty-three million
Or I was going to kill thirty-three [/i]of the women and children in the building
I gave them [i]thirty-three minutes to respond
Then I proceeded to arm, a backpack nuclear bomb
I set the timer for three hours, and three minutes long
Told them not to try nothing funny or I'd kill them all
They still never responded
Until I saw thirty-three of the S.W.A.T. team jump out of three [/i]helicopters
I told them for the [i]third, and final time
If they crossed the line, again, I'd take, thirty-three lives
Three of the hostages started crying
Three of them started wilding, and convinced, three more to start an uprising
Three of them stood to their feet and started freestyling
I didn't know what to do, so I started rhyming
I tried to kick three-hundred bars
But I got picked off, by a sniper from thirty-three yards
The bullet hit me but it got lodged, and ricochet off
Three organs, three inches, away from my heart
My name went down in history, as the illest