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Apr 25, 2002
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check it


learn about it, Tha award to me has already been given-
I'm a havok to earth, shit comes to worst, its a sin for livin'-
Earn strips for the duties i've done the beauty's begun-
I'm the one, numero uno can't fade it, switch styles son-
i spit "BARS" kid, listening gets everyone dead drunk-
Bodies disappear, blood in the car or maybe a red trunk-
Fitted from feet to head got on a new throwback jersey-
Ask Nelly he'll say that your style and flow is whack dirty-
I got shit on lock like Cell Blocks, make bread and sell rocks-
Hell is shock that i'm above it i'm on the market tell stocks-

o well juss some shit
 
J

J-Sin

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I got shit on lock like Cell Blocks, make bread and sell rocks-
Hell is shock that i'm above it i'm on the market tell stocks-


.... i'll leave you in shell shock, rounds got ya crew flinching
i'm not talking bout boxing, i'm talking about my ammunition
& you star struck, one look shook ya block
i'm posted at the end of the road where you shouldn't stop
i'll come equipped with wooden logs & i'm finna use it
against your wack ass career when you stick to it
Bitch, i have no pity for your raps
cuz i'm a legend, i'll show you how i put my city on the map....
 
Apr 25, 2002
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....nah fuck puttin citiez on tha map, im blowin em off-tha-globe/
make bitchez corrode, explode, blood shown az tha glock-reloadz/
i stop-tha-show with psychotic manipulative ritualz/
stickin em with rap curriculum, buzted at em in intervalz/
my chemical balance iz way off tha chartz, dont start-shit/
tha HARDest iz strappin a harness to your carcass to cauze carnage/
i havent flowed in a grip bitch but im here with major-heat/
bout to rip shit so viscious, compared to me they say-yer-weak/

BITCH.
 
Jul 21, 2002
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im carvin crutons wida splinter, comtemplatin erradic movments to make the competition quiver//incineratin material flesh... over throwin powers with nuthin more yet none less... simply mind strength is what i possess//psychotropicly disaray your thought with my mental modem... leavin brain cells festerin like they was post-mortom.. just outa bordom

haha
 
Feb 12, 2003
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my gay a$$ short freestyle

me'n' kodogg b putin tha 925 on the map damn ya shit so slow it make me wanna take ah nap, that sounded like u wuz trippin on crack,y'all kno i can stack even though some of my lyricz wack, shit'll snap ya skull make ya bawl hit ya so hard that ya can't walk ya gotta crawl................lol ok i better stop b 4 i embarise myself anymore!!!!! haha i better then that i jus tired........ lol
 
Jun 12, 2002
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What up Mistah Most Valuable....Ay cuzz...Still tryna cop my Oakland throwbacc...lol....


Peep game loc....Nicca On that dronk type shit right here though...


Fetish Lifes Facts-Son I'm deadly like Gas,Beyond basic when you steadily type trash.
Incredibly write raps-and leval the mic fast-leavin Enemys Enable-of lifes wrath.
Make sicc drops-and rip bloccs-To Stay on top of my hip hop.
Perform sticc ups and Dis Joccs untill they unwillingly spit box..
Beat and batter your team or master-you lose and still link ppl faster.
Hate cheating matters-organs shatterd-when my Two shot gauge quiccly scatterd.
Hate this beef-y'all fake emcees-would be targets on my crazy streets.
Played it clean-untill faced with Greed-run over y'all Because Deuce don't pace his speed.
Influenced by dope,I'm ruthless and cold,leave cats lookin' stupid an old..
Cluless but pro,got Niggas crewless that fold,techniqe cats use to flow..
Lethal spits,dent ya simple minded clicc..temple rocced when hit..
Cloccs ticc.I'm high ouratchin life's myth,Like to diss..cats untill they pop their SHIT !

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeatch...And what ?


Deuce LOC 1

2 C's
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Apr 25, 2002
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Krooked Konceptz reppin-hard, check-yer-card/
cuz we're about to pull~it, you loze~it on my second-bar/
weaponz-scar, but my wordz leave an even bigger-wound/
im bout to explode your inner-womb, leave you forsaken like a sinner's-tomb/
beginner's-loom in my lime light, but tha tighter i come tha worse-they-look/
rehearse-tha-book, my rhymez should be measured on a scale cuz when i spit tha earth-getz-shook/
tha firzt-to-look getz demolished, abolished by thiz raging alchoholic/
ya wanna brawl, ill leavin you cryin like a baby with colic/
i cant call-it, are theze other foolz trying to spit-or-not?/
they've slipped-N-dropped into my deep dark pitz-and-dockz/
i kid-you-not, i hid-tha-glock but ima retrieve it with-tha-quickness/
juzt to show all hoez thiz aint bitch-shit, hoe thiz-tha-siccness/
tha more i flow tha more my talent-increasez, producing valid-diseasez/
buztin on foolz, leave em "leakin" more than a group of camel's-penises/
 
Jun 9, 2002
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Anti-feminin speach, i pick on fags//
Lines coming together like seals on Ziplock bags//
Hiphop cats are easing off whenever this emcee lets off//
It's like bubble paper, i just squeeze and pop//
No need to stop, you need to cop a better style than yours//
How can i stay high as the roof and still get down when floored//
I'll pounce on whores like pimps pacing the corner//
Beat you so bad, you'll be dripping in the gutter like snowflakes in a sauna//
I'm taking your honor, fuck a judge and the whole judicial system//
This white guy writes iller than you and bobs his head with the gift of rhythm//
I'll rip incisions to leave your skin folded open like a suit lapel//
You're losing this battle, hope you got a crew to tell//
Cuz really, no one else cares, you aint wholly prepared//
Smell the smoke in the air? Your pheramone of urine lets me know that you're scared//
I know this aint fair, but what can i do if you suck? //
You don't suck? Shit, i figured the white crust on your lip would prove it enough//
Move it, or duck, i'm swinging for your jaw, leave your head in a spin//
Your last single should remind you to rhyme never again//
 
Jul 21, 2002
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un touchable forces coming into play...chrome duo cocced back, with no hestitation to spray //brass shells on the floor from the dasterly mess, dont attempt to test the infected individual at his best// youre defectivly less, 17 holes from your toes to your chest// shreds of bloody flesh, sirens so i flee the homacidal scene, bodys decayed and derranged minds turnin your faces green// with all that envy ive seen, you all must be ready to give up your spleen// foamin at the mouth lika mad dog with a sense so keen//ready to climb mt everest sniPe u with my lazer beam, oh yeah im already there....


betterwatch out
 
Z

ZERO

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yo, cut your thraot with a knife that has a serated edge.
spilled your blood on the crpet and painted it red.
roll your body up and hide your ass in the shed.
i wont be convicted, ive played insane i can fake it again.
ill murder you and act like i did it for fun.
come to the morgue and stick you wit a pitch fork to be sure you were done.
go to court, diss the judge and act like he;s the incompitant one.




krooked Konceptz is hella badd ass no one can stop em'
 
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Got Ma Pencil 'n ma Pocket - Push down on da eraser ta cock~it /
Throwin lyrical blowz - 'n Im putin up ma flowz ta block it /
Gimme a mic 'n ill rock~it /
'n ma town - if you got a car ya gon' even lock~it /
Or Else I'll pull up 'n cop~it /
I got a Custom Made Style - Itz sicka' den' a Incested~Fetished~Petafile /
Flowin quicka den' the Nile - Words Stuck ta ma' tongue like flys on uh~pile /
If ya see me wit' you sister - I'm leavin ma 100% Guarantee we gonna' get wild /
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~Stick Together~ -Breath- /end of verse/
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There Duece plz peep dis.. Is this betta' then me talkin bout shootin 'n shit.. I didnt even MENTION gunz!!.. 'n i like this flow.. Uppin man
 
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this is a universal rap written to attack the wack makin sure that lame emcees dont try to battle back/ pack ya back full of dictionarys and lunch snacks and meet me at the park so we can freestlye till ya lungs collapse/ perhaps you need a rhyme tutor, intellectual rhyme suitor, pick up your pen and paper cuz you dropped em when i rhymed through ya/ my mind blew ya, barely skatin' like a razor skoota, then i dropped my last line makin you realize i just school'd ya/ ya actin all tough but aye its all gravy/ online battles compare to a small baby/ your like a dirty diaper, a little raw but dont really phase me, ill just throw you in the trash and wait for the next brave G/
 
Apr 25, 2002
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Bashing heads, Slashing threads, learn bout my way of life//
I come rippin this text, trippin with techs in the day or nite//
What you know bout Krooked Konceptz and the shit we done//
Who trying to spit at son the hits be won, now bitch be fun//
Quick with the gun, blast these words fast dissing yah crew//
Who you kissing up to, these lyrics be straight pissing on you//


KROOKED KONCEPTZ

Learn bout it
 
Apr 25, 2002
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never haz there been an alliance so fuckin deadly/
with wordz compliant with weight, they're hittin heavey/
non-believerz get respiratory arrestz, im stoppin-breatherz/
i copped-tha-heaterz, explodin subz, yall cant even pop-a-tweeter/
all opposerz need to take a second to think about that-miztake/
cuz on thiz here flowz board you'll get lyrikally capped-and-raped/
get passed-tha-hate, we're on top, step up get dropped into an alternate realm/
im spittin shit so intricate u hit tha brickz without makin a sound/
pound for pound, Krooked Konceptz blaztz bitchez to piecez/
thinkin of poztin againzt us? bitch think twice, go delete-it/

came out different thiz time, not my normal style but fuck it.