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menike (m)
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Yo If You gat real style and believe You are the best Lyricist on Nairaland Let's freestyle .
RULES > 1* No name Calling (The StarWars thread is Open) 2* No abusive words (Yo momma, Dad) between You and your Opponent 3* No copy and Paste Lyrics please. (Originality) . 4* No Irrelevant Talking (Jus Rap or Freestyle)
I'll start off :
I'm class in the dictionary that's y I created anotha thread Some say I'm the best but y'all might be the best when high of dirts I put the Rap in freestyle so I go back to the studio to enact my flow Serch for a microscope n' see if there's anotha rapper on Nairaland who cud snacth my flow The realest rapper on Nairaland, niggas no my pride Money, Power n' respect that what I live n' die I'm about the MURDER somebodi call the cops or F.B.I Cusz like Paul Wall I got the internet going naughty n' nuts Check the lines of lyrics, I reverse what u call ya best Chew it up in pieces n' make u call yaself anotha Nairaland greatest Neva let Tianshie get You cusz You knw his the best n' so called greatest But me I still ride like Nairaland most talented lyrical professor n' the baddest Put a Paddy_lo in the mix- You get anotha eyes similar to me Me n' him love chics so good that when we bang ya chics - We forget our dicks Stick u in the class of losers when I get my lyrical young prince- Jduck comin' for ya We never battle but we throw lyrical tantrums like Me & WORDSMITH His the best, No, I'm the best even SEUN cudn't decide if I gave him 100 gs Naijafan wit the capture of snipers call it a no sh**t no surrender Alexpissu still crazy, that Nigga high of Money n' Lyrical heroine Put a Hybrid X in it- The next generation of Nairaland Rapper get bigger n' bigger Rapshody got the gospel in every speech, now that's my nigga And Dblock still reppin' Hoods in brisbane - Shouts to my Nigga up in Australia
Me I'm a DON DELA CAPONE - Ya best rappers no me to well A walk heavenly GOD similar to Saddam Hussien I talk what I walk n' walk what I talk to well I'm a beast go ask thecolonel- that nigga know me to well I put chedda to a deer like a tru royce rolls twin Shatter lyrics that make ya brain shiver for a think I am what I am - Am I what am I I'm MENIKE the LAST DON - Sayin' welcome to ANOTHA RAP*FREESTYLE VOL 2 THREAd
Next nigga round this Up
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chiogo (f)
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ok, cool topic.
one question tho, is cursin'/swearin' allowed??
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menike (m)
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ok, cool topic.
one question tho, is cursin'/swearin' allowed??
Yes - But If You can't avoid it then dish it out politely (Like this) Curse a Nigga like me I devour ya glory n' feed it to my street I'm a disciple among my peers Similar to a Pope n' Bishop But Fu*ck a voodoo but I stll love my Imans
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chiogo (f)
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oh, ok. I ain't talkin' bout me tho. i was thinkin' maybe it's against d rule Cuz some people can't do without it and that's gon be hard for them.
How u gon devour me when i done upgrade u Didn't u learn some manners in your street You Wanna be slick, gotta play like a trick And keep it on the DL,If u's a disciple, then your peers must be devils And if u ain't know, devil got his own goons I don't belong to none tho Cuz i come stronger like Kanye But if u try to rash,u better come with some good-ass alibi Cuz once u go black, u can't go back Yeah, that's right, mess with me your ass turns black Like ashes on fire, wait up I'mma go retire And refire with more power Don't mess with that fire Cuz it's gon burn hard Till your ass is screamin' "am tired".
hahahaah 
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menike (m)
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Oh yeah yea Take it from me - I'm a King to ladies A playa by birth n' street tradition You ain't feelin lyrics go hang yaself Me n' Chiogo call us anotha Bonnie n' Clyde We in Love n' wild call it Crazy In Love Chiogo - Ohh That girl go so naughty n' bad, caught me a cute smile All I do it Touch n' die Holla baq baby if You goin' my B/A/B/Y Ohh No I see Jduck comin' - I gotta go n' leave wit P/I/T/Y
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chiogo (f)
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hahaha, funny.
If u's a king, then am a fly-ass queen Don't u get d picture?? "Vive la reine" guess u don't get d picture, Long live d queen Why u think they all scared Cuz am spic and span clean Sorry, boo-boo, ain't nobody in love You Wanna do it jay style, u gotta come with mad style Tho am Glad to make u crack a chuckle Am so hot and crispy like burgerking's fries And if u don't play right, yo ass gon be fries Why's u such a chicken?? Runnin' from my dissin'?? come back, little bunny and let's handle this burden
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menike (m)
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My name is Young - Not similar to Jay Z or Hov A black man in love with chicken - y'all silly 4 leavin' me in a KFC Halt cusz I spit wit alotta hydraulics Neva run away from dissin' but love alotta pussi kissin' Got sex on my mind like I was Lil Wayne goin' mad on his lines Plus I got a Duffle Bag- Ladies love so much cusz its filled wit sperms n' balls Hahha - A roc Boy but never was I an' American Gangsta Love my hustle, I do it for my unborn kid Russell With Chiogo my baby mama- I don't need anotha Puerto Rican mama 2 wrongs don't make a right, so Chiogo can my 3yr old baby brittany call u Mama 
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Rapsody (m)
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I'm the tha R. to the A./P to the S.O./D.Y./i dnt spit rhymes 4 d pesos/meanwhile/my dresscode be Christocentric/bt still fresh,tho!
Aint all about vendetta/A.Ks,berrettas/if u rock that/im like "yeah,yeah! whateva!"/cats say my name in vain(vane)/like i regulate d weather!
Ask menike/its amazing how i be like/d John baptist of d rap game/i make u see lite!
Hybrid-X be d next/generation of Emcee quite evidently blessed manifest/he be d Plan B!
Ma man Po deep/long time we no see/u kno hw it is,negroe/we go deep!
Mailmalc's still rappin/bringin d trilogy action/hit accurately wt flowz/iller than Marksmen!
My timez spent/trying to recollect where i been/been there,done that/aint trying to be violent/me and Jduck stay nicer/wt Christ,man!
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menike (m)
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I got ya
I go so hard that I easzy forget the existence of God Not a Nun in my hood so don't blame me 4 not think of none Never loved Jesus but I in love wit Jesus Christ With cross I carry- tell me who I'm suppose to thank Tax me I scissors u wit the rapture of blood n' water Need a Church in me- B4 I go smoke anotha blunt of blow A satan in flesh I know ya anger thats why I'm the devil Me n' rapsody so good wit bars We both was anointed wit the holy water n' an anointed holy oil Need church in ya life go meet a Catholic priest Got a serious problem go holla at the Pentecostal G's But if u need sex, money n' drugs in ya life come meet Menike the notorius G
Holla
@Rapsody Nigga I would have gone on n' on butI gotta be in the Studio I'll be back n' keep pouring them bars
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chiogo (f)
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damn, @menike, i'll be back tomorrow.u forced your lifeeeeeee!! 
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colomb (m)
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most rapper on nairaland trying to do some hardcore shit.why not just be yourself.how well can u put most of this lines on a beat.Please.
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menike (m)
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most rapper on nairaland trying to do some hardcore shit.why not just be yourself.how well can u put most of this lines on a beat.Please.
I hope u read the rules before You posted. You don't like it, It's called in the USA "PASS" RULE* 4* No Irrelevant Talking (Jus Rap or Freestyle)
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bolajibaok (m)
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@MENIKE MENIKE GREAT WORK AND GREAT RESURRECTION, VOL 2 OF RAP FREESTYLE @COLOMB THIS IS NOT STAR WARS, CURSING AND BEEF ISNT ALLOWED HERE.IN STAR WARS I AM THE MOST DISRESPECTFUL , BUT UP IN HERE , I KEEP STRICTLY TO D RULES .IF You DONT LIKE WHAT WE DO HERE , WHY DONT You JUST ''PASS''. NO SWEARING HERE PLS. @EVERYONE-CHECK THIS OUT , ITS HOTTING UP! BIGGEST NAIRALAND BATTLE RAP WORLD CUP.2007 FINALS.ENTRIES NOW OPEN http://www.nairaland.com/nigeria/topic-93267.0.html
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HYBRID-X (m)
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@menike
nice one bro . . . . . most definately goona drop somthing . . . pardon me bro but things kind of changed now . . . yo! check it
business as usuall usuall suspect's d un-usual
Gods love, could'nt refuse that victroy's mine ,i can prove that
analys this , that n thus . . . says the Lord of host
am 'r make your enemies thy foot-stool copy that,clearly understood
hiphop gospel disciple spiritual battle need no riffles
my tool be my bible breed no violence,mend my broken silence
embracing a new altitude no more wordly attitude
spot da rightoeus path i aint rolling wit no multitude
ONE LOVE
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tianshie (m)
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Ya know hu tha eff it is!!
When I mic cheque u cash flows my delivery is flawless so you'd be right 2 say that my bars float I'm still tha sh*t and I'm still cocky u aint sh*t like dead bodies my punchlines remind u of Rocky I'm still tha King and I'm still tha boss I'm in tha ring wit tha belt of course u got another loss u can't f*ck wit me I got game like' F*ck wit me!' u aint understand mayne u really shouldnt f*ck wit me call me acupuncturist cause I hold tha spot 12 months runnin and u f*ckers couldn't upset the cart I run things whether in brogues or Nikes I kick ish whether I'm wearin boots or no'in u talk bull I'm that matador u got schooled got a short fuse? I'm that bomb u got screwed u aint got nothin to throwback so stay mum and silent and if I go pop I hollered at my- male parent.
Took my fingers off tha abacus for a minute to type this. Menike good lookin playa. paddy haul your ass in here.
Metafuh Mataduhz 4 life!!
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Wordsmith
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Ahem, if i may indulge. . .
Now Gbadebo's known as the Wordsmith/ leave your chick lovesick with that joystick/ back like your behind, and still stronger/ lyrically checked my stats with the gats ta erase blunders/ these foes think the coast is clear/ but the lyrical verbose keeps 'em hoes on 'em toes' here/ good grief//this cat cooks beef with the flows he stirs/ to your wackness, i'm that prescription/ . . .the description, the Word smiths verbs with a precision/ mad props to my homes Menike for the freestyle ressurrection/ go against him? Lol, he's the Punchline Proffesor guaranteed to teach u a lesson/ me and Tianshie on some ill shit, sick as the flow goes/ better get yourself some 50cl, we're as dope as the coke goes/ want to stay on that grind? better ask P_lo/ on some real 0s, he weighs 'em stacks in kilos/ Hybrid put the "X" on you like the cerebro/* spits that sickness like the viral with the retro/ battle N-fan? Who wants to be the next stan?/ skin u alive on that micoh well, u can call it your best tan/ mailmalc? Nah, malc mails you your death warrant/ on deathrow, u get signed (sine) like the 2nd quadrant/* Po Deep, you know we go deep/ blood in, blood out, these cats know how we flow deep/ Deep the 25th and the Wordsmith/ now who gon' be the next fool to talk shit?/
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HYBRID-X (m)
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dudes i smell a mix -tape in hurr . . . .damn . , . so much flames in hurr . . .real raw underground skills. . . . .crude from the earths core . . . . .fresh un-taped resource . . . what the hell's 'x' waiting for . . . . . (grabs the mic)
brids got a new look/far from a crook/ thugs stare harder than a medusa look/
i got the hood shook/star warz misundestood/ am on a move/yo!!! am a living proof of what the Lord going to do/
spit that gospel truth/ walk that narrow path like the righteous do/ watch ma steps though /i aint falling like that rich fool/
my soul food /pick up my cross and follow u(christ)/ till the end /this is my never-ending story book/
don't even trip dude/many are called choosen are few/ all breeds got the call /by his grace brid got to breath tru/
walk the city gates on bare foot/. . don't it look beautiful?/ beautiful are the feet of they that preach the gospel/
humbly go on your knees and pray/seek forgiveness for your sins/ glory to him who formed the worlds in jus seven days/
now tell me who's got game?/ so u hanging wit lucifer /pooh! the dudes a fake/ a G-O-D wannaabe phony/ reminds me of monopoly money/
SHALOM!!!!
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Wordsmith
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SICK!!! A quick spit. . . I show a wack mc the exit/ my rate o' change of illness, i dy/dx it/* got that magic, still pull tricks up me sleeves/ dope with flow, yet don't do 'em sticks wit 'em seeds/ old n new, flows like the new Henny/ get caught with 'em strays, a wack one too many/ on point like a dot, bust straight from the gut/ the block pays when u duck strays from the glock/ my timin'. . . .the clockwork's overload/ ma rhymin'. . . .nonstop i overode/ . . .still analytical, calculatin' vectors/ mathematically inclined, analysin' sectors. . ./ curves n diagramsdope when we snort in higher grams/ rocked with//sought with the higher hands/ ripped mics while still on that calculus/ Laface theorem couldn't tell when i'm about to bust/ i dust this// . . .wack mcs, then i floss this wit 'em stacks n chips/ . . .don't need no D-cups when i'm about ta bust this. . ./ . . .mic, u can ask Hugo, he'll tell you who the Boss is/ lol. . . .just wrote as it came to my mind. . .
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ganjamind (m)
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runnin on my 3rd month shit don't look sane to me/still believn on change man because shit look d same to me/still missin my fam,my homies i hope they stay up/too many memories man wishin it'll be no'mo oneday when i wake up/tired of sein fake thugz playin hard like they game/through gangstaz don't play,smokin cancer sticks don't make u hard in d game/niggaz really gotta understand that fact man/im d bridge between wats not n wats rap man/never did tyme or shot a nigga wit a gat man/but i don seen more war dan u jokers because im d bat man,
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Rapsody (m)
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@Hybrid-X"
keep spittin rap prophecies wt no apologies.We stack more ill delivery than gynaecologists"
Check:
Many man/be trippin off that henney,man/ d crackspot be that spot,where/they put d pennies in/ trying to act d fool(full)/bt they soulz need replenishing!
Hands on they crotch/Tech-9 in d waistline/ice on they watch/Wishing they cud erase time/ and start over again/relate wt d great minds!
Shawty at d window/trying to keep wt d tempo/fast money,flashy humveez/wondering what she got into/ she breathin real heavy/palms hitting her temple/ too many complicatnz/she had thot it was simple/ nobody told her about/d trouble she was info/now she got d VIRUS!/ death would come instalmental!
We all got choices/D TRUTH or d poison/d decision we make/elevates or destroys us!
Nuff said wtout bloodshed!
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Wordsmith
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Nice one, sonwelcome!
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menike (m)
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I burst guns n' fish the net surface An ex-coke dealer- Neva convicted never a single time Put nigga in a duffle bag - Menike is at his prime You a prime rib to me, I wrap u up n' have u 4 lunch The greatest faggot of ya time- hope u ready 4 a relunch Investigate ya birth, Nigga I was the nigga that fathered You Boss in my league all I do my entire life is History All u do in ya life is steal beans n' some mozarella cheese Gather ya lifeless body n' throw yaself into the dust bin I am the ghost in ya dream, Ya girl love my gummy cream See me cummin u beta get ready to show I.D Classified the best among the homeless in ya hood And if You cud get prepared to come get my cake If You cud I got the access to ya life like Diddy & Suge Still blow that Kush, I'm allergic to cancer Call me the R.Kelly, never fu*ck teens but a Nairaland pied Pipper Call it an Officail return of the Punchline Professor n' A King Lookin' 4 ya chic, She's ridin' dirty on my Di*ck - Nigga 
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menike (m)
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I leave Niggas Dearly departed- Nairaland cud testify Fillin' the 12 9 Nigga, that means I multiply From the stone age so if You get pissed, go diaceptify A OG wit twon word, Hello y'all I'm STREET CERTIFIED Catch a coward n' leave him in grave of an amplifier A gold digger life ya chic- Nigga I'm solidified A suit case was You to me, I don't fu*ck of who You are Extravagant my lifestyle, No MENIKE thats not what You are Get a grip, put u in a coffin cusz You can't be what I am Dogg tape u n' put a money on ya head like a kid You are Simplify u wit my lyrics cusz I am what I am A dumb dicksucker, Nigga ya chic said thats what You are Lyrics be me, that last line made me laugh  Sorry u pathetic fag, Ya chic is mine I on the page of ghost, You before u talk get a baff Rocawear in my mind- thecolonel said urs is bend n' select like it was mine Better plan 4 ya funeral in attendance is 3000 Nairalanders Menike,Seun,Tianshie,Paddy_lo,WORDSMITH,HybridX,Mailmaic,Jduck,Rapsody,Chiogo So Little Son get ready to say Hi to the devil - Niggas now lets say all "GO"
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tianshie (m)
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If u got game then come wit it Tianshie back like karma spit a line and hook your minds wit it I only club if it's a baseball bat want a punchline? I got brass knuckles that gon shove your chin back I got tha medicine 4 wackness my lyrical shots my tightness makin sure there aint no room at tha top I'm ill dial emergency sicker than quests (think!) I hold it down like a goal keeper meaner than pests tip of my tongue on the mic make u taste defeat shove up tha mic in your anus make u taste tha sh*t I go deep like space oddysseys battle wit ships never slip like an eye open flyer than blips I'm a grown man u aint cut your rap umbilical I cut my teeth when the game was raw and cynical this a wrap like gift covers it's gon be lights camera and action whenever you lots recover.
This is so much fun 
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Wordsmith
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Tianshie, can u give me that mic, i need to talk to the Father/ need to thank Him for the good and even when things got harder/ gave me a gift to spit with that vigour/ it figures//how i handles that mic with no rigour/ while peeps be spittin' in tongues, been shooting flames, spittin' me lungs/ dragon ball-z couldn't dust me, ish was nasty like i was sittin' in dung/ pops passed away, transition in progress, highway was Heaven/ Po Deep still a young 'un then, had barely made seven/ thought we were finished, that was the beginning of the ending/ spines got strained but moms became the backbone/ raised four kids all by herself in that home/ had to hustle that paper, in pry schl sold my biscuits to my classmates/ taught Po Deep the rules, he ripped bootlegs for the cash chase/ . . .those harsh days, them notes never came at a fast pace/ then things got a little' better with the cheddar cheese/ but streets became ugly, homies lost with the berreta squeeze/ Y boys, became the kingpins with the sleek rims/ paid their dues to the po pos and walked with street fiends/ ma gave us that education, gave us the right tools to think with/ but boys stay boys and the streets we had to link with/ even with them cats, i knew my stats/ never was the rat, snitched none, never blazed that gat/ . . . . . . . . . .
Frag it, will continue laterheavy for me right nowdon't know what came over me. . .
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Po Deep (m)
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Yeah, those were d times, a 2 bedroom flat was were my family was at Moms joined Pops in heaven, had to move out. Thot I could slang somn nd by a fcukn new house. Little rude mouth, no regards for slackers, no regards for schoolin no regards 4 my country, no regards 4 d You.N, If I hit your girl, her pregnancy is an accident why's her mama blamin me, she shoulda thot her daughta abstinence! Sorry 4 talkin ugly, I'm feelin a little depressed, stress? No just need 2 get my head examined I love email spammin and 419 scammin. All thanks to my cousin, I love em, he gave me his girl strictly for rubbadubbin! Oh shit, I'm startin to talk crazy again, Lord help me.
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Wordsmith
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Let me guess, folly is at it again? That dude needs to stay of 'em trees. . .
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ravenzord (m)
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I AIN'T REPPING NOWHERE,JUST REPPING ME, ND IF THERE AIN'T NO DOUGH I'LL RAP 4 FREE MY FELLAS KNOW THE KINDA G I BE COS WHEN I GET 2 SPITTING AL'EM HATERS FLEE D KINDA HIGH You GET EVERY VERSE I SPEAK You'D NEVA GET EVEN ON EVEREST'S PEAK LUV 2 MEET FLY GIRLS,LUV 2 MEET FLY CHICKS DN'T WANT NO SHY GIRLS,DAMN I NEED A FREAK I'MA STAY LOCKD IN MY PORSCHE CARRERA ND I'MA STAY HOT COS I'LL BE FLY FOREVER You SEE MY ISH IS KUL,I KULD SPIT WHENEVA ND SEE MY HUSTLE RULES NO ONE KULD DO IT BETTA Y'ALL KNO D PARTY'S ME,I'M D PARTY STARTER I HOLD'EM SHAWTIES DOWN,A CERTIFIED SHOWSTOPPER I GOT MY NIGGAS BACKS,A BONAFIDE GOGETTER.PEACE
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HYBRID-X (m)
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@rapsody
keep it coming bro. . . . . much blessing
jus a freestyle. . . . . . (starts spitting) . . . . .
ma conversation strickly purified purity suspend d earth like she lost gravity
gain weight like we living lavishly calvary greetings 2 ma homeboy rapsody
prison brake out'a hell's jail /watch the enemy bail Christ's we solid rock/the reason we can never fell
brids that ill emmcee/ on a scale of one to ten(1-10) am r score a hundred and ten (110)/
then kick a couple rhymes from d lions den like moses did am r bury pharoahs men
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Rapsody (m)
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@Wordsmith & Po deep
I'm feelin that right there! Dats sumfin i can relate to,right there! I got stories 2 tell,too! Yall takin me back,man! Damn,those dayz was real grimey! I'm a drop some ill thoughts,soon.Just gimme a sec!
@Hybrid-X
Ill-spittin dude/u d X-Man who d epistles/was written to/im feelin u, son!
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Rapsody (m)
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@Wordsmith & Po deep
I'm feelin that right there! Dats sumfin i can relate to,right there! I got stories 2 tell,too! Yall takin me back,man! Damn,those dayz was real grimey! I'm a drop some ill thoughts,soon.Just gimme a sec!
@Hybrid-X
Ill-spittin dude/u d X-Man who d epistles/was written to/im feelin u, son!
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Wordsmith
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@ Rapsody,
oh i see u too bro. Days were grimey, feel depressed at times when i think about it. . .
@ '25th :
how about we keep cyphering with this? I need to let off some steam. . .
19th of December that fateful day/ 21st, was told, expressed maself in hateful ways/ moms passed away, a true born soulja/ only if i could keep it rolling but them days were numbered like rosters/ she kept it gangstawaded off 'em prankstas/ thugs swung 'em tools like Crankshafts, but she had the Good Lord to thank fer. . ./ raising four kids with a stubborn streak in 'em/ taught us what that love do with the feeling/ cried myself to sleep that nightlost that fight within/ grew so bitter, picked that mic and vented ma anger on Big Shishi/ got his ass ripped in several ways, named him a Big Sissy/ Po Deep layed off the mic for a while/ i got so shady without the 8 mile. . ./ coulda deflect, got so depressed/ . . .wish i could jus press a button with the reset/
. . .gotta go, lecturer's in class now! To be continued!
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