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| But I got a hot head so you know I'm gonna pull it Stickin Shells in skulls, I'm Insane Stickin Slugs in brains, I ain't playin' How many enemies I was slayin'? Too many to count, the best left alone Too much lyrics to mount, so the flow was flown Words from head to paper, found a new home I've reaped what I've sown Dreams of Fans packed like superbowl domes I admit I got a hot temper, with a cold state of mind Load the clip instantly then bust at my own time I ain't lyin, rhymes align Rhymes so divine they were saught out by the blind Mercin' on the Mic Won't Say it twice Don't play it nice I play with Knives Play to survive You gamble with lives The best in the game, yes it's true Taught by a few Tell me what you would do If I came through With the 1-2 Gauge Eumlate the Death Rate Like Aids Just tryin' to get paid Tryin' to live like I'm a made, Man Foods gonna get laid down Cut Clowns Blood shed on the ground My Steel's Flexible, so my bullets get around Yes you show Yes we know You sell dro So That makes you hot right? Not, Sike Weave wordplay just right Soul shine bright Heard your girl was a dike, And she dont' really play with your mic Write Many Rhymes that many love Intergrate slugs in wannabe thugs People spit g shit then go home and give their granny hugs Did the impossible, graced when I did it Kid you're impossible, don't get your face splitted Do like the cartoons, exit stage left There's no heart left in hip hop's chest So I try to progress Well I've told you of the slayings, you take of the rest |
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Ya word play is sick..now i want to hear it behind a beat!
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Thanks man, Hopefully that'll be soon. I'm waiting for a little mbox2 protools setup then I'll start spitting again. Thanks for compliment.
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Heres some other lyrics, its pretty short and I typed it as I went along in an other forum Came in the game late, but not fashionable We all struggle with the same fate, it's rational Don't but expect to catch a quick break in life Think you're so bright When men break their backs just to make wrongs right As for me? I try to be worthy As a MC Rhyming swiftly Differing in delivery Call me rapper or mc I still spill soul to the paper I'm just after the fire to burn things later It's debated, who brings the punch My swaggers changes with the month I got a hunch That I could **** all over you like I dined for Mexican lunch. This a short verse, but nastiness stays intact SG's back You pulling rhymes from your ass crack I'm off to make more miracles I'm the true varible In the this hip hop numerical Remember coping flows get you nowhere ahead Do it and best believe you get your soul torn and shred. _SG_ |
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| Thread | Thread Starter | Forum | Replies | Last Post |
| New Track/dwell/need Feedback | CONUNDRUM | Reason | 0 | January 3rd, 2007 22:32 |