Dog Fight (Check Out My Skills)

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May 10, 2002
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All my life i've been raised in a pit...fighting for shit like pride and a couple dollars...now i'm busting off my collar/
thirsty for blood instead of water...ripping out ya juggular when i go for ya throat...turning these dogs into coats...lets see if the rest of you floats/
i'm more then meets the eye just call me optimus prime...the next big bad wolf since Tech-Nine...known to wreck rhymes...in no time/
crazy thoughts in my mind...no cage can confine...survival of the fittest...coming the siccest from the dome quickest bullbating suckas is my business/
save your remains and ship it to ya family on christmas...picture this dog without any battle wounds...fucking with suspect you must be looney tunes/
soon i'll be done counting cream looking so fresh and so clean...walking away from a bloody scene...a rebel without a cause like James Dean/
top of the food chain..dont wanna see me standing tall showing my teeth flexing...words come out complexing...teaching you lessons/
a man of mystery like derek flint...fuck around and get ya ass bit...must be suicidal go ahead and take ya wrist and just give them a slit/
only one man can finish go place ya bets...no way you winning like you playing for the mets...i'm the lakers and your the nets/
coming to collect for those debts...aint another pedigree on the same level as me...i'll kill ya ass in court and give a not guilty plea/
i'm like a pit breed for fighting...beating me in a battle? you got a better chance at being hit twice by lightning...i'm a killer when i'm writting/
starting political riots...watching my back so i dont turn into a chaulk lining...got rappers in hiding cause i'm riding...remember me like the titans/
only dog you know whos gone twenty and O...coming at you on swoll...trying to be as big a crooked eye on the west in a booth i'm a pro/
got all the people at the show screaming they want Mo...if this was boxing i'd win twelve rounds in a row...after this i put a tag on ya toe/
i lyrically mangle and strangle coming at you from every angle...call me x-raided cause i deliver fatal blows...bet if i make it big i'll never fall of like michael jacksons nose/
becoming a rapping legend is my goal...the chronic got me gone and thirsty...showing my fangs on the mic till they retire my jersey/
just a pure-bred showing no mercy...cracking my headphones writting to murder the illest rapper you ever heard ah...a white boy thats absurd huh/
give me my props telling knowledge and wisdom till my casket drops..watch me hop in a six four rap top..hitting switchs sowing up the game like stitchs/
wanna fill my moms pockets with riches...take all her stress away..give her a place to rest till her hair turn gray...producing beats that never stray like dre/
bringin the siccness like a bio-chemist or a nuclear physicist...as dangerous as a drunken dentist...smoking hallucinogenics..vicious always suspicious known to break bones like sticks and stones/
prone to pulling out his chrome dont get caught alone...and pray i keep my frustration on wax...dipping in regals montes and lacs composing tracks taking it to ya back/
with a switch blade thats switchs ways on itchbays just let my lyrics persuade wanna tell my life and get paid...in a rap circle i'm known to degrade/
when i'm rapping its a blood sport...i'm the greatest like michael jordan on a basketball court...you dont want to go first and then let me retort/
breaking your verse in pieces...this emcee got a sicc way of killing with his thesis...cant hold me back with a dozen leashes...so my musics a little facetious it still teaches...as my skill increases...and that wont stop until my heart beat ceases/



PUTTING 253 ON THE MAP BITCH RECOGNIZE THE SKILLS WE ILL IN 2003 BLUE-NOSE IS WHERE YOU WANNA BE....I'M OUT 1
 
May 10, 2002
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lol sounds like a plan just make sure you come sic wit it aight though since i'm chilling at the crib no real reason to type all this shit but fuck it thats how i do ya know i dont squash bugs when i go outside we are at peace.....lol i'm out holla back P.A.B.
 
Apr 3, 2003
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aite

yea sum lines are coo... runnin a lil smoother..6/10.. peep this


u all think u so sik/spittin these flows to make your brain twitch/ like u triiped off acid/my flowz rise u out your casket/ for yo last ass kickin never foget to stay strappin/ half ya ll niggaz talk bout cappin/ fools who dont exist only when u rappin/ see im on a hunt for this crown/ blastin.. sum u cats aint a front/ i already see teh foolz actin/ there way in the game / when i no ill never see there name/ cuz thay had shit to talk/ last time i saw that fool was on the back of a milk cartan box./ i mite not be the best but ill spit to no beat.. sum think i cant handdle the heat./ but u dont no me /try.... an ill silence the weak/ / i thought u was true but that bought u ur death / learn from the start ill leave ur body in the land of the lost / thats the cost / never asked u to like me / imma push u harder cuz u a bitch and u shiesty / hope that u dont like me / anotha reason for me to unlash , makin ya surrender
an when it comes dwon to it in the aftermath ur bein visited at the cemetary by yo family ..... caskets open for viewin hours 9 ta 3 / bukken my shots out..... / lethal injection by my hollow tips comin heated in ur direction / bullets runnin hot wit the hit, splitten wigs with pure perfection / who next "the kid"