FUUUUCK IT

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Jul 14, 2003
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give a FUCK? you know i never did.. deliver blows to my foes thatll make them bitches hemmorage/
with only sentances.. makin yall bleed most internally, im burnin weed.. and steady climbin up that learnin-tree/
this an emergency.. im just a rapper in the first degree, in the cut like i was surgery/
yall never hearda-me.. go ahead and take my lyrics like a burglary, and call it courtesy/


this "FORUM" needs more "FLOWS"

just tryin 2 do my part U NO
 
Jul 14, 2003
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whos doin four-bar-skits? im spittin rhymes off the dome..
you writin about depression and shit, and think i cant shouldnt kick a flow?/
thats just as poppy as cock, your rhymes are flops when you talk/
and u still cocky, like a brown skin rocky, slobbin all on my JOCK?//


- Dubb G
 
Aug 28, 2002
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good shit...





who you kiddin...i smoke dub's g... & scorch
anyone emcee who think he can touch-me...i
find cats like you "off in the club' suckin'em off
like 50 cent be...cough blood when the snub
impales you...& i'm off bud, watchin this bitch
take his last breath...man, hes pale too... make
ya last wish...and the depression, it comes with
death...homeboys have died, and my hearts been
broken so many time...i get some joy watchin foo's
like you fry at'da steak...and wita roll of the dice i
rhyme...this sacrifice will be forgivin, onda part of mine
 
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you've never seen me in the club, cuz i dont "party"...ask a thug//
i roll up blunts and tip my cup, kill the paul masson then grab the mic and get buck//
and you couldnt hit me witta "snub" if i put my chest in ya nose.. this Knight of the Round Table aint doin jack wit these flowz//
my shit is realer than real..you as fake as the simillacc that come twice a month 2 ya HOEs//
 
Aug 28, 2002
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#9
i reign onda knights of the round table...off the chains & i
got'a style more electric then cable...i'm vile, yet skeptic..
like pinochio & a smurf...thas how'ya ass came up with
this "bluenose label'...known to choke you hoes, to settin
foot on my "turf'...and like "astro' & the jetsons, you'll get
blasted...elevated from'da earth...i write about depression
and whats for what its worth...i dont giva fuck what you think
been hated since birth...enjoy the moment...i'm warnin you
dont blink...cus like that you wont see the next mourning...
raised onda dark side, never have words been spoken so true...
i'm still waitin on your verse...another 4 bars, thas boring...
 
#11
its all 2 the good smerph

if that verse was fire, then im yo hero like its nine-eleven//
stompin out yo silly flames, im bringin new thoughts 2 yo cerrebellum//
dubb erupts like mount st helenz, and yall caint fuck witta lyrical assassin aka the known felon//
you stuck on this fact: hella mutha fuckas he hatin.. but that aint nothin new, and it aint gonna change so quit waitin//
and yeah my battles weak, but i aint leavin the siccness.. you bitches will just have 2 battle suspicious//
if you want competition..
 
Aug 28, 2002
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#12
yet another quickie...



-BIG word's wont get you far...& i'm sure you got a rigged
verse...that really shows how whack you are...suspect & you
got somethin on...against me ask these folks, your marked and
gone...can't keep it up to par...yous a hoax...all gassed up like'a
exon...and i'll text on addin you to a vicious hit list...insist to insult
me, yet you get pissed...cus you ain't on my level...& i commit mass
murder's...cats like you follow my cult...the type to add salt inda game
don't look at me...ain't my fault yous a lame...and i wont hault, my
rhyme stays the same...in time, i'll crack ya frame & leave you inda
gutter...shut your mouth...and fuck you for sayin not to rap about
depression...just cus i reach deep inside and pull thoughts out, you
always stressin me...keep to yourself before i reach to where my wesson be...
 
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#14
if thas not rhyming your garbage....cus all my verse's at yours up....i aint even lookin ta funk....it was a friendly battle......lets not get butt hurt......ok?