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Nov 26, 2006 21:50:34 GMT -5
Post by russianduck23 on Nov 26, 2006 21:50:34 GMT -5
Boy come on get with this, cause you can't diss this I'm burnin yo ass like syphillis A fast brother you're just a lover with a sore hand I freeze MC's as if Frosty the Snowman No man withstands the pain I bring So face a hellraise of cut, like a laser Polo plays a part, inside the arts, I grab charts Start to break you apart, so get smart You cry for help, knowin you felt, the rhyme makin the track melt, Polo drops like a black belt MC's are grounded, pounded down, astound They rounded up, pounds of sounds, but I drowned them Surround to check the tape, and play when rate too great Related too late, I demonstrate fate I'm fast and, passin the stage of an assassin Massacre, in a mash I start blastin Fury article, periodicial Blowin up all the cools and molecules, here read the articles Everytime I build the plan and killed the man MC's got smoked without a filter and skunked them up like marijuana Terminator of data and your rhymes is Sarah Conner You can't rip out, rap up, slip up, slap up Cause you're trapped up, to get capped up Play the back of dis here scenery You clowns would get broke down like machinery
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Nov 28, 2006 14:03:19 GMT -5
Post by anth on Nov 28, 2006 14:03:19 GMT -5
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