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Alexpissu (m)
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Don't follow my footprint/ cause u will be kissing bruises/ my atitude is unpatience/make ur life messed like your feaces Verses still bloody i still murder inc(ink)/ despite menike rules/ murder can't be stop/ cause dey sound all like fools/ lyricist samurai slash out your mic tool/ and watch u stool/ pieces your spinecords/ kick you to OTTA leave u witha farm tool/ Am still spinning/ like what you got on your ceiling/ still that same OG/ that your chick being Feeling/ Gat something to say/ come to me not the press/ the press can't save you/ this lyrics leaves u depress/
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Mr_Raheem (m)
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Heard u still strollin' through tha streets of Lagos lookin' for ya way out right?
Nigga please!!!
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I-Shine (m)
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Morning tea niggaz,
check it~
You want to challenge my flow nigga bet your life/ Lose the challenge and am removing your heart with a knife/ I don’t mingle am like Pringles/ And I don’t f*ck around like singles/ Flow is so fat like Beanie Sigel/ Tickle their b***h they giggle/ Rhyme is the drug am addicted to/ Can’t look back at all the stuff have been through/ Metaphor is the shit I dig/ My vessel is mashed like an hermaphrodite brig/ Watch me am spreading like cancer/ Don’t ask me I don’t have the answer/ Still representing GWG, tell these haters am no semi god/ f*ck around and am drawing the rod/ Phone is tapped so we don’t parlez/ That b***h is wired so she gets parlay/ Stay true to the course, we don’t break the G-Code/ Convert ordinary language into codes, yea we encode/ We all about the paper so we sell blue magic/ Steal from me then shit is going to be tragic/ This rhyming is glued, am going be rhyming for century/ I-Shine ‘because am close to the sun call me mercury/ Hip-Hop centurion tell these emcees am an officer/ Salute me soldiers and say sir/ Bourne identity this juice nigga can’t catch me/ Nigga is blind so he wouldn’t see me/ Story telling like I was born during the folktales era/ Metaphors make niggaz come off like a bra/ This is history in the making/ Dropping bars everyday like a Viking/ Pop lock it, drop it and you get locked in/ Looking for what isn’t his and he get locked in/
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I-Shine (m)
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la la la cherio,
check it~
want to do wordplay then play scrabble/ Am sick so why the babble/ Now they want to battle/ I leave them brain dead like a cattle/ Out of this planet my mind travel/ Tell these fools I gravel/ We ain’t playing soccer so why the tackle/ Crunching noise nigga I crackle/ f*ck with me and I break his Adam’s apple/ Hand-to-hand combat nigga lets grapple/ Make money and I don’t gamble/ Climb awkwardly these niggaz scramble/ Dead the nigga somebody say eulogy in the chapel/ Dead and still thirsty tell him to drink Snapple/ Drop 16 like a leisure walk nigga I ramble/ Am the thorn among flower call me bramble/ I have been much around so no preamble/ Display of intelligence other emcees I trample/ Mouth running like tap so I bury him in the gravel/ Rhyme mathematics am simply ravel/ Niggaz can’t hear me ‘because I gabble/ Mad talent these niggaz baffle/ Am unsolvable like a puzzle / Walk on the water with a paddle/ I will still beat you so don’t flex muscle/ CEO of this shit like Simon Russell/ Lock behind bars your huddle/ Why complain when you started the trouble/ Sleep is a cousin of death so I hustle/ No balls player niggaz struggle/ Bust these niggaz like bubble/ want to win so they daily double/
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bolajibaok (m)
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Hmmmmm, been away for min and now i'm back up in diz B****tch,
i see we got new faces up in hurrr, Hey Mefake or Mekine or better yet, FAGGOT,
What tha hell h'pnd to your gay hommies, Paddy Hoe and T ain't Sh*t,
Eat a d*ck, B*****tches,
LMFAO
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menike (m)
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Let get anotha gangbangin' sh*t goin'
I pop gas n' give breath to nigga wit no lyrical life Talk sh*t bout a nigga my ghosts sentence u to parole + life Don't do sh*t my semi gat equal ya disses to an equalibrum Grab it together or get buried cusz I'ma beat u up like nick cannons drum I don't speak english but I dish the resume of the new york gang sh*t I'ma a mob boss a phone call away, u be buried in one of them georgia woods Claim to be a thug but all I see is bare pussy Got a call from my nigga they said u was a retired 65yrs old whore pussy Get it, I don't fu*ck u but I'ma divorce u Better yet dial 9.1.1 cusz when I come through I'ma kill u I don't be like them white fags who goin' leave u kidnapped I'ma black man wit an Italian blood, I'ma slice u Ya funeral rites goin' live ya bitch yellin' "Thank You God" ha cheuww That's she snizzin' not cryin' so I bet that sh*t goin' bother u Smack ya bones to crumbles n' feed to my pets of rats Mouthafu*cker u fu*cked wit a real nigga Get yaself ready or get fu*cked like that Carolina airforce buddy Cusz I'm the missin' link between that bit*ch love n' pain buddy My clean shades leave u like Johnny White, that's a fu*ckin' dead man Pull ya skirts down before Nairaland recognises u as anotha shemale or maleshe
Now listen
When I was grindin' 17, nigga u was still on diapers Bet u had never finished school cusz nigga I was cool I bought an impala , nigga u was still walk limpin' n' not pimpin' At 22 now, I gotta future way brighter than u A black entreprenuer I got plans like a Dame Dash clothe line So be careful before u eva put my name in any of ya wack lines I'm responsible for u bein' in this Rap Battle thread nigga Better catch ya words or get a guns shoved down ya throat nigga
Next nigga spit that sh**t
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I-Shine (m)
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Exams are over sh*t, it feels good to be free from sleepless nights,
check it~
Their flow is still wearing diaper/ I’m still pulling the word trigger/ Catch me if you can/ They thought it was over, I just began/ Get paid for your life behind you/ Kiss you to identify you/ Niggaz are Judas/ Shit on them ‘because they ass/ Just ‘because they wanted to get paid/ They’ll go all the way then you get betrayed/ But am still in my throwbacks/ Niggaz getting heart attacks/ Take money to make money/ Shit is hard like trying to make honey/ Street education, black maybe/ Immature minds call them premature baby/ Get their mind on focus, I educate thugs/ Only knuckle heads do drugs/ Mind of a soldier am seeking intellect/ Trying to step to me, they’ve to come correct/ Once a friend but now an enemy/ The man in the mirror is me/ Harsh reality the truth is what I verbalize/ They ain’t promised tomorrow, I make them realise/ The message is simple the point you cannot miss/ Combination of the present and past, I hope they reminisce/ I’m wise but am still wondering/ Verbs still striking hard, sh*t is thundering/ These emcees are so stereotypical/ They turn on their own that is hypocritical/ Say something and it gets personal/ Fringe of consciousness rubbish is marginal/
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Po Deep (m)
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Hmmn, its been a while since I've been on the freestyle thread. Ego once got d best of me, now dey want to take me for a senile head. My barz speak for me but that don't mean I'm a mute Its just that actions speak louder than words, thats d truth. I flow str8 from the heart just like blood & I need a light socket to get anybody plugg'd. I'm confused, I need some advice. I'm snubbin a girl that wants me & gettin snubbed by the one I really like. Ooooh sh't! Gotta go, gotta prepare 4 sumthin.
@wordsmith, Femo's comin 2day, don't think he'll stay 4 long tho.
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spottie (m)
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[flash=200,200][/flash]
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spottie (m)
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u nikkas beta quit buggin u chiwawa's don't want to mess with this rotweiler so your beta stop barking am d rap general baby i gat more entourage than omarion with em shorties hopped in d mayb its d newest K.I.D on d block u messin with me u messin with a generals glamourous glock no mata what i stay fly, hood and i b on point thats y chicken licken ma balls like a fast food joint so don't mess with this rapper am 2 gangsta, i carry more arms than an oshodi road side begger my type is so rare am so rich i gat more dough than a female deer
what d deal son
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Wordsmith
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@ the 25th, say me hi to 'em. Abeg make my guy ya'su o!
Mic check it//spit rounds on fly records/ i let it go wild whenever i rep it/
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Po Deep (m)
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Ah! For sure, I'm must ya'$u wey make sense this time around.
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bolajibaok (m)
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so don't mess with this rapper am 2 gangsta, i carry more arms than an oshodi road side begger my type is so rare
what d deal son
SPOTTIE THE ONLY THING I SEE IS ''am 2 gangsta, i carry more arms than an oshodi road side begger '' . THE REST IS WACK!
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spottie (m)
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@ BJ what DO U KNOW IGNORE
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bolajibaok (m)
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@spottie you still living in the past?. everyone already squash them beef. no more ignore thingy. grow up boy.
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I-Shine (m)
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It's me again,
check it~
In my hood, snitches got buried in the wood/ G-code, we don’t break it I hope they understood/ Little rat turning out to be a mouse/ Trigger clicking like a computer mouse/ Go ahead envy niggaz and you get dropped/ Police questioning and you get stopped/ But the street is watching/ Only snitches enter their cars without cuffing/ Chicks in miniskirts but they’re shottas/ Throat getting sliced with nail cutters/ This is for the hood killers and murderers/ Stay on their ground everyday, they’re hustlers/ Street won’t show them mercy/ So they are gutsy/ Hate it or Love it, they’re getting paid/ A place where players get played/ Where women don’t get mixed with business/ Trust a woman and that might be the end of your weakness/ Pop gold bottles we zipping crystals/ Only the weak ones pay rentals/ Broadway street bully like Beanie Sigel/ Above all, only I can make that squiggle/ My past keep following me like my shadow/ I make it rain and they say Bravo!/ I won’t tell, baby I can keep a secret/ Whisper into my ears, I won’t vomit your secret/ Tattoo what I rep on my arm/ Young bloods we don’t harm/ No higher law, but we law breakers/ Leave them disturbed like law makers/ Some talk too much they wind bags/ Niggaz get introduced to body bags/
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bolajibaok (m)
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I won’t tell, baby I can keep a secret/ Whisper into my ears, I won’t vomit your secret/
@I-SHINE . CAN WE GET MORE OF this kind of PUNCHES FROM the DAILY COFFEE YOU SERVE US? please keep servin em hot my rap bars screams louder than when t-pain was in nigeria how you going to see an online spirit who never even exists am a changed man now , its love i give now /so haters don't even persist my bars keeps flowing/ u want to help me/nigga i don't need an NBA assist a magic like johnson, i flow on mic('mike') like i was river 'jordan ' no retreat no surrender , i aint kanye , so i don't emphasise this is just a freestyle men so don't let your pressure rise my yoghurt is obtained from cows so they aint even pasteurised i aint i-shine , i don't serve daily tea so don't mistake me for a bartender whenever i grab the mic i turn myself into an iron--bender i make niggas immobile by breaking their car-vender a legend killer i am . unlike nas i can never say i am wwe finishing moves like john cena falling to randy orton's neck-breaker/ i watch prison break too so i aint a mother suckin jail-breaker been combolising this niggas like i was cinder's combo breaker am like killer instinct, an american werewolf like saber, mike tyson fighting style like combo's , my rich ass wont stop gettin them cheddars i wash them soaps' like them females watch 'operas ' don't be mistaken i aint the richest female 'oprah ' been installing pain in niggas like bill gates opening 'windows' i keep niggas with guts indoors , they heard of me , and they can't even puff their indos i mix yoruba with phonetics niggas usually think i spit innuendos am a queen descendant ,don't mistake me for a shop attendant i give my gurls gifts because they still love ma bling-bling pendants i am born again now, i am not that unrepentant a robotic giant like voltron , i also use them condoms peter frys my pans like i orchestrated the battle of endor my cv and resume' speaks volume ,check my cv and tell me exactly when to resume don't get me twisted , i aint no hater but a baller, let nobody presume to assume am like dino crisis , rappers living in resident evil , don't know who exactly to consume a torpedo giant i am , my name brings more disaster than a 'cat-rina' volcanic earth-quake , i am fucking unstoppable , since day one been giving them metal gear snipers headaches a snake like liquid ,the mere sound of my name waters most of my mates with severe heart-aches i am more severe than da illest migranes am just like po-deep / i stick my words in too deep like cool j into this niggas motherfcukin men -brain (membranes) i love ma gurl in january i dump em again in da month of valentine a heatbreaker like shawn michaels, i keep breaking harts like bret i put full stops to romantic relationships like full ''.'' a punchline master i am , yall shouldnt be surprised, i am still an exclamation like ''!''
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menike (m)
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Lyrically I paste bullets all day like it was a myspace page I shank rappers n' make em' feel the taste of a drought Ignite ya pain and entertain ya glory day Menike the only nigga like RUN DMC yellin' I walk this way I ain't no Reverend but I cud see the poverty in u Make me feel sorry for myself that I ain't even dissin' u You jump like a poodle, the best job u eva had was being a male stipper See mouthafu*cker Queensbrigde su*cks this cock I'ma leave ya life short of breathe Shut up nigga what u think I ain't come correct I leave u in the grave of anguish, ya life is simply rubbish Scrutinize ya programs cusz u just similar to a micro chip I'm sorry nigga u more to me like a potato chip
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Po Deep (m)
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Ok, here's a little somn I did wit my boy EevleSeed down at Ikeja the otha day. Its some real gangsta sh*t but- ps: This dosent fully depict my lifestyle so don't get sh*t twisted. Here goes:
I thug it out wit a shot-gun, 8 loader, double barrel/ My slugs pierce right through ur heart like cupid's arrow// & put u to sleep like a Christmas carol/ Doin that gangsta sh*t wit my boy EevleSeed/ I introduced him to hoochies he introduced me to weed/ Gangsta's gangsta, slangsta, spank ya, shank ya wanksta!// Home-made rifles/, Three caps re-crack ur kneecaps, make u bow down like its a man-made idol/. Like a rockstar, boy my 'metal' is 'heavy'/ I 'come' to leave u dead like blowjob betty!/ This is gansta rap, the negative side of hip-hop/ Call my gun puff daddy because it goes off wit a 'big pop'/. F**k wit me, u'll get ur ass knocked like a door/ make ur kinsmen watch ravens & vultures pick ur remains off the floor/ I don't wear no bullet-proof because I was trained to duck strays/ Like The Game, I don't talk about my guns n*gga, I just blaze!/ U know me, Po Deep tha hired killa/ bust up ur entire villa// when I'm paid by a higher bidder/.
To be Continued,
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Wordsmith
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@ the '25th,
Eyo, what it is, playa? How that rappin' son of a mutha 'Seed? He and Marto (. . .and Mako, lol) beta get they asses on this site and drop some. . .
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I-Shine (m)
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"If you can't take the heat get out of the kitchen" - Weezy F Baby
check it~
Green snake under green grass/ Tell him(hum) am cutting the grass/ Who the f*ck cares where I deliver/ So far my sh*t flow like river/ Fool trying to be a fool’s advocate/ Duffle bag over his head, you I suffocate/ Just when you thought you’re done with alcoholics/ Niggaz will still act like Rollicks/ f*ck this hater my sh*t transcend/ Only his rhymes needs mend/ Elevate? Nah I’m the elevator/ I carry niggaz with brain tumor/ Quit trying to direct diss at me indirectly/ Be realistic and come out quietly/ Your whole click has got Angiomatosis/ Bad blood that I eradicate with ease/ f**king raise the bars up/ Be prepared ‘because this is a warm up/ b***h your opinion doesn’t count/ This is shine, I take everything into account/ Bury his rep underneath him like that other nigga/ Spit smoke of cigar in his face, I hope he feels my anger/ Load the .45 and shot yourself/ That won’t work? Then get a knife and slit yourself/ Pass the doja, I break his cranium/ Weak bones I feed the nigga with Calcium/ Go back and rehearse your lines/ Nigga sound like Mike Jones, with all those nursery rhymes/ f*ck with other niggaz, ‘because you ain’t messing with shine/ f*ck it the underground is mine/ Get the f*ck out of here and stop trying to act like Joe Budden/ Matter of fact you just an ant, nigga you ain’t a burden/
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edosioo (f)
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@i-shine is this directed at somebody? why don't u come boldly and mention the person's name ! i am a judge u know, i could help you judge a rap battle. 
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Alexpissu (m)
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Why your life style similar 2 a scammed email/ with that kind of verse/ u should end up in jail/ punchlines are predicted/ niggaz still dedicated to the bruises/ want to fit in my shoes/ leave u real bad like fossils/ Now u talk about ma shit/ i bury u with my ink/ Let the judge not be sober/ cause your flows stinks/ niggaz scared of beef/ they call em surnames/ fcuk your multiples usernames son u lame/
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opemogaji (m)
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i got da fastezt fistz u'll need ya glassez fixed/ my punchlinez beat ass so get ya ass whipp'd/ my spit gas iz thicc leave u in da casket stiff/ stuff bodiez in da same bag till da plastic rip/ my barkz quite bad nd my bite mite kill/ but ur shook nd sleep wit a night lite still/ I'm invest'n scemez so u knoe I'm going to ride/ fedz wont knoe if itz suicide or homocide/ got gloccz on my side 2 protect da jewelz I'm in/ plus i run wit barbarianz nd hooliganz/ burn lead awesome when I'm clutch'n da boy/ nd no homo when i say fvcc wit ur boy/ get da bitch 2 holla show me some titz nd knocca'z/ because opeyemi kicc game like he knew a little socca/ an if i can't find i'll give u one last choice/ snatch a loved one nd call 4 ransom in masked voice/ my team buried a few nd dey got gloccz on em/ in a hurry 2 shoot like dey put shot cloccz on em/
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Uzzyan (f)
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I shine thumbs up men u rule *runs out before the next battle starts*
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I-Shine (m)
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Shout out to emcees that reached out, you all know my sh*t ain't aimed at anyone here simply because am a real life nigga and ain't real down with all those internet gangster-ism; so neXt time you see shine's verse know that it isn't designed for anyone.
Peace and my 16 is still coming,
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Po Deep (m)
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@Ishine Ay yo, u still down wit d battle? because I'll soon be very busy(school stuff).
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Po Deep (m)
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@Ishine Ay yo, u still down wit d battle? because I'll soon be very busy(school stuff).
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I-Shine (m)
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@ Po Deep - Most def. homey whenever you are ready, 'because I just finished exams so I kind of have time for some other things
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I-Shine (m)
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Sorry that the breakfast is late, I slept off while listening to Method Man hit hard on You-God and Ghostface Killa. Anyway,
check it~
Nothing else but trying to kick knowledge/ In my room though, sorry not at college/ Deliver knowledge on how to scribble/ Construct words like am playing scrabble/ AHH StreetSweeper emcees still asking for my name/ Rhyme mystic like Boehm/ Clean rappers up like a Hoover/ Call me the microphone snatcher/ Rhymes stays tragic like magic/ Cast spells on these emcees, this is black magic/ They still clueless like an emcee that’s lip-syncing/ Proactive movement am a keep writing/ Doing this just to overtake/ Others still doing it for the cake/ I nestled among these heads/ Still not posting garbage up these threads/ Knowledge ambassador circumvent/ Intelligent emcees I represent/ Truly, I disconnect wack emcees from the set/ Shine get them upset/ Altruism buried in my tissues/ I nurture myself with philosophical issues/ Weak minds complacent, so they slide/ In search of their next move like a runaway bride/ They can examine if they want to/ Knowledge that I drop will keep coming though/ And I am still standing tall like an afro/ AHH dictator like Fidel Castro/ Rhymes with a chemical bond like molecules/ Food for thought for the fools/ Let me safe the lesson for tomorrow/ Neither gold nor silver I have to offer but knowledge you can borrow/
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Po Deep (m)
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Aight then, I'm-a set the thread up now.
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I-Shine (m)
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Alright gawd!
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