CalQluS
07-31-2003, 03:41 PM
here are some of my rhymes... if you want me in ur crew get back at me...
it's hard to be as cool as you, right, just put your rhymes on ice...
left you so disgruntled your more confused than blinded mice...
i just left you 3 Times Blind, cuz its cobra who's on the grind...
spit tight w-RAPS around his brain, thats y loosens always on his mind...
send all ya asses back to the wild north, the land of wack rap...
ya lack-gats, i come with guns drawen to DEAL ya 21 like a game of black-jack...
u didnt cause the demise of apathy, just started ur own catastraphy...
i'm the slave owner, rhymes gettin a lyrical whippin on the back of 3...
ring-leader of the prodigies just got hit with rhymes hotter than one-fifty degrees...
could swallow antartica and ya whole country, im still spittin the heat
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feelin bad for me? we will break you up like the dogg pound...*
2 wack emcees that me and somebody will just wrap circles around...
name may be kelly...no machine gun...only weapon is a pocket knife...
fake gangsta... boston but the suburbs... dedicated to tennis life...
sayin my rhymes is wack...but your wrong...just a fucked up analysis...
all the time you ride 'math's dick...yet no idea what calculus is...**
headshaved and livin at st. judes...no cure for the wack rap syndrom...
got hated off RMF...humiliation is the reason for the leave at raptism...
have bolo buried in a river...still can't match my flow or rhymin...
bolo's a joke...like dynamite sticks without nitroglycerin...
servin up HOT rhymes... ONE bar which is equal to plenty of yours...
on the tour...but me and somebody are the people runnin the court...***
got lucky rollin with and 1...maybe fancy but no street credential...
age is 18...yet look at your battles...equal to me...PRENATAL...
just like most of the south...raps is wack...only makin club bangers...
aint gangsta at all... just has a love for a good pair of wranglers...
your block ain't hot...so get off wayne's dick...just a non-rhyming rapper...
lyrical predecessor...marcel i don't think so...less respect than MC Hammer...****
tryin to be a peacemaker...shit got a little tough so ya left H-I-V...*****
after this LINE...your crew's name is unnecessary...hot one is done "FINISH Me"
*dogg pound broke up after like 2 albums...
**always is d/r illmath... 'math
***Hot One is suppousedly ballin with And 1
****marcel is his name... crew before HIV was Rap's Lyrical Predecessors
*****left HIV when beef came...after tryin to make peace
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against your own prolific... i won 3-0
biggest you'll ever get is a beef with the wannabe drama king...*
the myth was u got fucked up by a six foot three cobra king...
only one "illusion" that your seein...its "pro-lific" next to "victory"...*
just can't battle... which must mean u need to stick to poetry...
talkin shit bout snakes... but the thing is its not my tail that rattles...
only thing you producing is all of them wack rhymes... all ya battles...
ur key is wrong because its lc who puts "effects" after my punchlines...*
may as well join the "business with shaq"... cuz I "crunch" rhymes...[1]
go ahead "boogie down"... but your still wack without the "productions"...
added numba 7 to ya net record... be destroyin all ya rap "constructions"
*has beef with Ay Slay
*used to be Ill-usion
*wrote keystyle bout "effects"
[1]shaq does business with crunch
it's hard to be as cool as you, right, just put your rhymes on ice...
left you so disgruntled your more confused than blinded mice...
i just left you 3 Times Blind, cuz its cobra who's on the grind...
spit tight w-RAPS around his brain, thats y loosens always on his mind...
send all ya asses back to the wild north, the land of wack rap...
ya lack-gats, i come with guns drawen to DEAL ya 21 like a game of black-jack...
u didnt cause the demise of apathy, just started ur own catastraphy...
i'm the slave owner, rhymes gettin a lyrical whippin on the back of 3...
ring-leader of the prodigies just got hit with rhymes hotter than one-fifty degrees...
could swallow antartica and ya whole country, im still spittin the heat
---------------------------------------------------------------------
feelin bad for me? we will break you up like the dogg pound...*
2 wack emcees that me and somebody will just wrap circles around...
name may be kelly...no machine gun...only weapon is a pocket knife...
fake gangsta... boston but the suburbs... dedicated to tennis life...
sayin my rhymes is wack...but your wrong...just a fucked up analysis...
all the time you ride 'math's dick...yet no idea what calculus is...**
headshaved and livin at st. judes...no cure for the wack rap syndrom...
got hated off RMF...humiliation is the reason for the leave at raptism...
have bolo buried in a river...still can't match my flow or rhymin...
bolo's a joke...like dynamite sticks without nitroglycerin...
servin up HOT rhymes... ONE bar which is equal to plenty of yours...
on the tour...but me and somebody are the people runnin the court...***
got lucky rollin with and 1...maybe fancy but no street credential...
age is 18...yet look at your battles...equal to me...PRENATAL...
just like most of the south...raps is wack...only makin club bangers...
aint gangsta at all... just has a love for a good pair of wranglers...
your block ain't hot...so get off wayne's dick...just a non-rhyming rapper...
lyrical predecessor...marcel i don't think so...less respect than MC Hammer...****
tryin to be a peacemaker...shit got a little tough so ya left H-I-V...*****
after this LINE...your crew's name is unnecessary...hot one is done "FINISH Me"
*dogg pound broke up after like 2 albums...
**always is d/r illmath... 'math
***Hot One is suppousedly ballin with And 1
****marcel is his name... crew before HIV was Rap's Lyrical Predecessors
*****left HIV when beef came...after tryin to make peace
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against your own prolific... i won 3-0
biggest you'll ever get is a beef with the wannabe drama king...*
the myth was u got fucked up by a six foot three cobra king...
only one "illusion" that your seein...its "pro-lific" next to "victory"...*
just can't battle... which must mean u need to stick to poetry...
talkin shit bout snakes... but the thing is its not my tail that rattles...
only thing you producing is all of them wack rhymes... all ya battles...
ur key is wrong because its lc who puts "effects" after my punchlines...*
may as well join the "business with shaq"... cuz I "crunch" rhymes...[1]
go ahead "boogie down"... but your still wack without the "productions"...
added numba 7 to ya net record... be destroyin all ya rap "constructions"
*has beef with Ay Slay
*used to be Ill-usion
*wrote keystyle bout "effects"
[1]shaq does business with crunch