It's OFFICIAL, all new L.yrical U.nit G.angstas *Debut* "Killas" Holla at ya boy....

K_Dogg:

yo

the names k dogg and id like to say
i like to flow with my crew almost every day//

mc_illest hes the illest that youll ever see
hes a down ass nigga and a bomb emmcee//

cronicals like cronic hell kick ya in the ass
and if you wanna battle him you better give it ya best//

raven hes the homie hell get ya high as a bird
listen to his tight flows and youll be like werd//

and thats my crew as you can fuckin see
if you want to fuck with them then yous gonna fuck wit me.

now id like to diss all the punk ass bitches
heetseaka aint here cause hes washin my dishes//

lost child yous a hoe and really a forgotten bitch
like the movie pat do you have a dick or an itch??//

and to the punk ass hoe cigma never speak to me again
i dont associte with prostitutes and you sure aint my friend//

so thats all i got to say except man we ballas
dont even try and pm me askin for dollas//


Raven:

Catastrophic phenomal, time to bring demonic of plausible~speed//
We'll have you brought~to~your~knees if you thought of us as a gauntlet~of~peace//
We bring~wars and sin~whores to slit~pores at in~stores//
Gettin' in~your mind and find decent rhymes so we can pilfur//
You still~bore me, the illest killa MC's since the days~of~Jesus//
Have you slain~in~pieces by brainless~heathens that came~from~Eden//
At the Eve of Destruction i'll dessecrate your adam's~apple//
And stand~and~grapple your back til it snaps at the Tabernacle//
Blast~in~battles, fuckin' disgrace and waste of space, clay~and~mold//
Forsake~your~soul while I take~your~home from the Ancient~Romes//
Placce~your~dome in a prison cuz of your lyrical sins in a cell~you'll~be//
With broken wrists and swellin'~knees up in hell~you'll~be if you fuck with L.U.G.//
You must think we some pussy pushable~punk~pistol~whipped~pricks//
But i'll show you we ain't mushy~pitiful~skunk~pissin'~stink~shits//

ChRoNiCaL:

Yo we deliverin lyrical supplements for hungry listeners cravin a projection of perfection
Real hip hop keeps u guessin...yall thought gangstas were gone well witness the resurrection//
First to bust on faggot niggaz fuckin wit us...tha ones filled wit hate and disgust
We cause yo lyrics to explode and combust cuz you dissin us is nuthin short of unjust//
ChRoNiCaL reppin Los Angeles in Killa Calli...home of gangstas and real niggaz
Aint afraid to pimp bitches and stack them figures...punk pussies and pop them triggaz//
We deliver heat that makes niggaz shiver and quiver when tryin to speak
Sent up river fuckin wit tha Illest MC... LUG will never taste a sliver of defeat//
K_Dogg stompin so many rookies that think they tight wit faggot ass attitudes
Thank Raven for droppin so many hot rhymes...bitches give him brains to show gratitude//

(Intro) Yo,yo, wadup ya'll. Let me introduce myself. They call me *T-Wiz* and im rollin wit da L.U.G, da realist MC's

T-Wiz:


Open the gates, Sweep the fakes cuz there are some new killas to hate
We spit bars that charge up charts, none of ya'll can relate
To our DESTRUCTION, I go by T-Wiz and I been "in" wit no "troduction"
I clap ya'll Prince while he standin and give ya f**kin King a concussion
Can't trust in me cuz honesty only roll wit the L-U-G
Cuz im ruthless to my enimies, none the less, the enemy is me
Da lyrical King, reppin wit Raven and D and this party we screwin up
Cuz I got ChRoNiCaL imspectin ya s**t and ya game needa tuneup
Mark my words, ref whistlin the call, Im not beefin wit frauds
Before we ball, Im coachin s**t, sidelinin the b***hes, Dougie & Paul
Don't mean to stall, won't blow this call but I got my eye on some pussies
Stay out of my way, I stay out of yours, cuz my bullit matches ya tushie
Nah, bump dat, I hold gats, what I needa front on this Dyke
This nigga ill, SIKE, won't mention names, but it rhymes wit Mike
Stay on my dick, measurin it, suckin like he do my Nikes
Studyin my s**t, wanted to ride, so i gave that pussy a bike
The DOC is dead and da cage is open, out comes the illest MC's
Im testin my bounderies, If you ill, then you'll be reppin wit me
Blessin who reap, Im sheddin da sheep & the real niggaz goin rep
L.U.G is a preview of the illest team, give a few and we'll be da best
Infest these quotes, recite these lines, Their stragety? Take from mine
I been dick rided by nines wit no clips claimin they rhyme
Ima Mastermind revivin its flow, Don't take a genius to see I shine
Rookies close ya pads, Killas floss cuz I think it's bout that time

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Uppin'

That was bloody excellent!!! Are you going to do that in audio?!? If you do, sign yourself up as a band and here comes the charts!! Once again lads.. Well done.

Thanks RK

hot shit hot shit i like it id cop it but foreal i liked everybodys except kdogg it was weak but the rest was phenomal...1

Thanks PE

aight

that was some serious dope shit..
probs the best crew on this site

pce dawgs

Thanks Moneyman

yea, thanks my man

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Mad love to you guys...the verses were off the chain for real...cept for K-dogg...he shoulda just spit instead of try to carry people but it's all love...ONE

thanks

good shit...

~1~

yo this was mad nice keep keying and maybe I'll holla at you again in the cypha illest

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Thanks

yo hit me up if u lookin fo members i'll drop a verse thanks for ur time

That was hot shit LUG...i can see y rass joined ye-anyway thats not what im postin about -=- since we're a new cru this is sorta a Peace call aight..?

iight yo fuck this lyrical unit gangstaz/ ya criddaz wanna b playaz/ ya the discrase/ ya should get bitched smcked in the face/ iight wat up wit wiz?/ he sound like a bit¢h/ niggaz like him get thrown ova the clif/ fuckin pu$$y a$$ bit¢h/ fuck wit me u'll eat the clips/ get robbed and left wit zip/ i'll brake yo face cut yo lip/ ima say this again fu¢k the lyrical unit!/ this is $wipa/ fu¢k wit me i'll put u back in the dipa/ have ya shakin more then a harlem danca/ if ya wanna know where im restin/ well people say im from brooklyn/ but nah i ride in manhattan/ dont think this midtown nigga aint gunna start clappin/ but i aint talkin/ bout the hands/ i'm talkin about my guns action/ fu¢k lug im numba 1/ foget bout the gun/ i'll jus clap my hands/ see my niggaz come by in the van/shootin up you,yo moms, and her man!/ i'm goin to say this one mo time/ l.u.g. cant really rhyme/ they a bunch of underground dymes/ yo ya have nuttin to hide/ hea im goin to make ya feel alright/ i'll take out ma glock/ put it in ya twat/ release 3 shots/ and ya could love how they hit the g-spot!

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