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Nov 27, 2002
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Anyways--Once again Iam left here alone
Them niggas just jacked me and drove my shit home
Left me stranded in Antioch in this Red Zone
Without all my shit and without a cell phone

Damn, you people cold.
I might as well be sewing buttons on ice cream on ice planet Hoth. All the rhymes I got for Hoth are just boring right now--so Imma just go catch sum zzzzzzzs. Late.
 
Nov 27, 2002
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I can't sleep, knocked senseless
Shamanistic instinct quenches
My warriors thirst deep in these trenches
After bleeding through long days of hot sun dance
Hanging from those tall wood poles in deep trance
Not on a cross, but I still can feel Christ's glance
Forgiving the sins in my playas parlance
Built for rescuing oppressed and poor sons
Slaves of reservations, broken tribal land grants

Jesus knows notorius pleased us
Cant nobody speak for us from Ceasar's palace
I break from that chalice with malice, farewell kiss
There's nothing bout government corruption I won't miss

Shot thru with heat seeking arrows, you quiver
Delirious delusions my sharp spears deliver
Shaking with fear knowing your God can't save you
Violating the natural law of life order.
 
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Libertarian spirit you hear it don't fear it
Zen namelessness, yearning invisible mirrors
If NOTHING is working and NOBODY cares, don't stop
seeking NOTHING cuz you'll find peace NOWHERE

No kidding
 
Nov 27, 2002
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I am licking my lips like an orange Bengal tiger
My radioactive flow still quakes on your geiger
Counter your thrusts with my offensive tact
Like the triple sal cow Nancy Kerrigan packed
well sort of

someone please shoot me I need to sleep
 
May 21, 2002
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im back bitch you got a heart attack/these verbal skills u lack/im the muthafuckin mack/so sit back/cause i just counter attack/pushin freigh/u aint never seen the light/u want the micrphone/man ur smokin like al capone/ur rhymes aint throwin/u spit like a wigga/man u need to be a nigga/cause this rhyme i couldnt even figga/
 
Nov 27, 2002
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This aint touch and go shit it's flow shit so easy just plaese me with one of your matser tips I been here witing creating some stupid shit since aint no master can blast through my dyanamite second site
 
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AmI supposed to spit fast like ASAP or take some time to develop some mastery? A little bit of both means I'd have to be token and smokin or choken but right now Im just loccin up, buttercup. Shoot me some rhythm to start with sweetheart cuz this arts got me twisted and messed up dynamically Cuz Iam just a copycat Me Iam no battlerapper I do what I see so shoot good shit to me or if not blow this spot cuz Im copying me.
 
May 21, 2002
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nobody u sound like u aint ever fucked anybody/lodi dodi/u need to kill urself with a shotty/ur a broken down version of show bitch/like on the doghouse/ur the cat im mouse/u cant catch me/u wish u could snatch me/im gonna make u my batch/ur a bench warmer like charlie batch/if i gave u a hatchet u could match it/cause right know ur just feelin not so fantastic/ur soft like plastic
 
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You got that right Iam a surgeon at heart like Madonna I spawn a made virgin's art that part is so true if you do pay your dues in this pain game called fame on the stage full of rage and false fools talking shit with no clips just wet lips and bent tips, I'd quicker stick shit like a savage toss bricks than turn tricks on to true honor songs keeping strong with the warriors spirit clearly revere it cuz the white of my eyes see Paul Revere's ghost
 
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My plastic's no soft it's explosive you know this it's bombest shit going for broke on this show shit I'm hosting most toasting beyond coast to coast this is str8 global technical mastery flow shit

(I hope) :)
 
Nov 27, 2002
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Str8 thru you brain with these psychotic fits aint no Ritalin kid here can't miss what I spit we be skipping on classes dyslexic reacting to asses in phramacy comapanies keepin our taxes up building those prisons for our Moms and our Dads its a shame in this game that our nations war class is against Californians shuttled to Orange fields from dust bowls in Oaklahoma Oakie's ol' home we are trailing these tears through these years of deception infection castration this nation's a siccness so witness the shadows you've made in the shade of dimensions beyond your grasp burn sweetgrass cedar smoke dreams don't choke slipping past our warriors camoflaged entourage ancestors fogging our eniemies sight with midnight invasions craeting a dense facination with hallucinations we slip past this cast of fools fakin a leaderless leadership smothered with stifling lies through our apocalyse eyes.
 
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