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NOW RECRUITING

Post a verse or a link to a battle or a verse ~ And if we like it ~ Your in

A LethalFlow & Explicit MC Production

Still Recrutin.........

The breaks over, twon for the takeover,
them soft rock thugs i'm given them makeovers,
to pimps from players, you all will die hater's,
they change from hard 2 soft like fucken now-n-laters,
kill a mutherfucker in his own place of residents,
leave the murder scene wit no trace of evidents,
I'll tell u i did it any way wit no type of hessitant,
his cars I embezzled them,guns I embezzeled them, then thy my matel went.(BOOOOOMMMMMM)

ey that was TIGHT
ur in..... ill send u the sig in a bit

still recruiting.......

Lyrical Concept is currently still recruiting....
Anyone wanting to join ~
-Post a verse
-Post a battle
-A link to a battle or a verse

^ Their your choice.... if i like ya ..... illl holla back

does any one wanna join??? post somethin atleast 10 lines and ill holla back

WE NEED SOME RECRUITMENT HERE ........ drop somethin if your lookin for a cru

This is from a battle i had wit some otha nigga, I murdered him, here ya go...holla back....

Yeah, aight, I aint TrulyBitchin, my glocks truly bitching/ Pmsing and itching for some fresh skin/ and get ready to mesh in/ wit tha color red/ cause my lyrics will leave u dead/ Chalk outlines/ ya flow nice, but dont doubt mine/ you might call me a rookie, up against a professional, but im tha LeBron James/ of the rap game being able to maintain/a TrulyIgniting flow,superior fighting wit all my might in/ to the grip of tha mic, in/ due time I will "blow" like cocaine/ Kill your ass and leave you wit no name/ and I'll elevate "high" like tha sensation of marijuana/ I'm the ONE like Keanu/ Who da fuck ever heard of south Miami, Florida/ Ya'll niggaz wack, gimme some more of ya/ I'm from tha Dirty Bean, but you cant cook me/ You aight but you never shook me/ Imagine, witnessing death upon death/ Through heat and cold, you can lose ya breath/You from a hot place, but your flows kinda chilly/ I take lessons from Pac, Big, Snoop, and you take em from Willy/ Florida's Weather - looking kinda sunny, in the high 90s/Mines be...in tha low 30s/ Imagine rockin a hoody, wit no worries/ snatching a niggaz money/ cause you feeling kinda hungry/ But you never had to worry about getting chills/ Cause my rhymes will get you more addicted than any pill/ I aint from no suburbs, but from tha ghettos of Boston/ not too many cats come around, and when they do its never very often/ Living amongst thugs, and killas, drug dealers/ poppin pills, blazing, wit tha tripheling fellaz/ Seems like you know quite a bit about gunz/ But do you know about someone pulling out on ya mumz?/ I see in ya eyez, you go tha fear in ya/ Getting a lil drunk, you got tha beer in ya/ you got the technique, the style, but no vocab/ homeless motherfucker, moving around like a nomad/ from place to place you pick up chump change/ While i jump range in front of ya/ Pull out tha gun on ya/ and i Made You Look, (uh oh) "They Shooting! Aw made you look/You a bitch in tha corner lookin for a hook/ Talkin about pistol whippin me/ I'll riddle tha ground and leave you kicking, g/ Turn around, and run, let me take out ur legs/ Walk up to ya, 2 shots (Click, Click) into ya head

^^ dawg dawg.. this lil crews dead i think

lmao