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    Default " 360fficial "

    ima add a verse at a time
    so dont x my ish

    i got marginal raps that dont wanna line up
    reflectin on what is lost now that my times up
    rhymes stuck , on the other side of the mirror
    let the water seep in to crack the shadowy figure
    but as i walked away all my thoughts got bigger
    the talk started to constrict , to only the pad and the pen
    a chance it must been , for me to advance lyrically
    seemed like since then , magic was a trick to me
    even goin past borders from mc'in to mathematically whippin these
    kickin ass , flippin trees - i mean paper
    shit..i felt like i could breathe in symphonies and be a savior
    flow conducin electricity just cos i like the flavor
    but then words started to come thin , i was like damn why not a little later
    i cant believe i fell for its trap , death comes after bein gassed from within
    enemy maybe but them poisonous fumes got me blastin for friends

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    censorship couldnt conceal where the triggers went
    pullin back peels , to contain the sickness' stench
    smell of death now stain what remains since my senses stepped
    over lines in the streets , couldnt follow those guidelines
    so i cant rhyme on the beat , i could find myself - but whats worse
    i couldn't align some help for the streets and i couldnt define myself as weak
    so i remained strong , and let the song carry the rest of my peeps
    even if they gone , a sense of calm always comes when the winds' fog
    dissapates along wit the hate of fellow fellows who met their mellow fate
    if i ever get to tell those fallen , about the daze of autumn
    leavin me confused - am i missin the thoughts of them
    or the feeling of one last walk with them , or is it the fact that lost friends
    become enemies when you realize what you could of offered them

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    i trained the trainee not to employ employees
    cos the new toy dont work if the track steams
    towards both sides , and pullin down on bars just slows down the ride
    which makes fixin up the broken down approach just right
    though im already tired of the new ploy , im happy
    i had sadness confused for joy - maybe even a little nappy
    cos the headache stayed so long i couldnt get my hair straight
    all the chuggin was a waste of air but at least im prepared for the sakes
    of those who care for what it is to be a part of the bass , lookin down now
    so its apart from the face , and its too dark to steer sound
    so i make em wait till the next round n place what dey lose right by what i found

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    appropriate for the 36 to reminisce on how it was
    wen enterin the chambers changed us - it had the loudest buzz
    stingin our ears , tinglin fears of holes in drums
    i suppose it stung , now holes know to come
    callin shortys wu's , fat basses basically bangin crews
    tasteless cos the sound was so invasive
    took over the game , str8 outta the basement
    a fresh sound never heard in underground - theres no replacin
    i believe 94 , like im not sho' cos the rhymes was pure
    and that tweaked my mind , memory weak by blunted weed lore
    friends turned to enemies the first time i heard the crowds roar
    i wanted my music to be like that ,
    i knew it was up to me to bring it right back
    death of my raps were too concrete to write abstract
    i had got lost - took the left trail on life's track
    that night i went home hopefully to note whats me
    layed down my pad and rosary , set up my mic and started to glow in speech

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    flickering lights somehow get stuck in the middle
    i dont give a fuck how little my chances are
    cos the light blinds my lines till they become riddles never solved
    forever dwell on foresight witout acknowledging the curse of a poor mic
    or even worse , couldn't afford pure rhymes to rhyme wit what the rich like
    and my spits like...mad crazy , there were conducted in a laboratory
    by a scientist who kept eye'in this , now my stories flow beyond glory
    even the fire below the wire's grips cant control the flyest shit
    i be deliverin like a mailman on strike , cos you cant match what i write
    wen the letters stamp and stomp down the ground till its flat
    and im phat...wit the lyrics , the margin im beyond it
    epiphanies on high - clearly the light hits the weed bulb , to infinity im bonded
    all those numbers causin friction wit symphonies - im forever bombin

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    the 36 chambers , where i channel most my anger
    my silent approach closes in on weary strangers
    the holey ghost is easily seen - Now no longer a danger filled scheme
    and I know where to unload ammo and thrill dreams
    the difference between believing the fake and being an atheist of real things
    allows me to breath quietly and wait , still able to yield beams
    any second now , the enemy will bleed in need of a second sound
    in order to know where I am , but I must be quick because any second now
    the corner patrol will spot me , if not then the opposer will know to spot me
    and in that second , I must be quick to grab my weapon
    before I become the second one to drop ........freeze

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    Private Messages
    bitches really like it , yes
    so now that my letters sent , just wait for the header quick
    i mean thick
    which is the sign of approval for the approval of the slip
    in , unless the bitch wants to switch
    anyways she prolly not gon know what the difference is
    slick , but i aint slippin in - times a tickin n she want me to hit it with the pen
    tappin early cos rappin serves she plus the ink makes the attraction worthy
    nah i just wrote that , but whatever
    i'm clever , now rappin bout the sound when pokin holes in letters
    got a grip on the paper like quotes , sheet (shit) yea now im feeling better
    all that cheese aint look so good when it started to turn to cheddar
    and i farted cos i got gassed , self esteem told my finger to pull the lever
    im mean the bars , yea the ones that stop the car
    in the train
    so far off track i gotta jog
    boy do i regret , forgettin the tracking device 4 these bars
    dont know where im heading but im soon to be beheaded if im too far
    so let me go back to the cause
    and in effect delay the remains of the force
    but its no longer with me cos these g's tricked me
    i been passed out , my unconscious made its way to reality in time to slip free
    like it had its pass out , luckily for gravity
    i wasn't driven to insanity just to become another crash casualty
    in fact im down to earth , just as long as my rappin doesn't sound so cursed
    and i aint rappin bout a hearse cos then the death cant feel my words
    which means i getta get beams for my verse so they could see me hurt
    pain becomes a needed reflex to the brain , unlike a knee jerk
    which is a message sent from the brain to let me know what i need is worse

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    i beg your pardon , off the head i started
    ended up left for dead of what resembles some sorta target
    i reckon your pardoned , mc microphone sparkin
    twistin crazy lyrics in psycho clones , two strands form to sharpen
    aim to get more paper than new stands
    fist to the world for giving me a rude hand
    i am what you call a true man
    in this world of lies some get twirled inside
    fuckin girls with evil eyes as soon as you sleep
    dey inject you with a needle used to make people die n as soon as u creep
    then you mudafuckas is doomed for life
    world of undercovers , no love for others
    family ties in a knot , some even drug their sisters mothers and brothers
    family life in a box , father time with a broken clock
    schools of hard knocks , crooked cops turning right
    merging with criminals to subliminally earn they pipes
    below the surface its all workin , bomb squad defusin crates
    sewers become clubs full of nervous people afraid to mate
    cos they afraid of what they sons and daughters might become
    oncethey step out there they life is done
    under the no longer brightest sun
    reality done sets in , above all hope for the night the streets plight is done

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    its been awhile
    uh it go

    so psychedelic
    enough lines got twice the mic credit
    inside provide debit
    this rhyme designed to malign headaches
    uh money is the color mostly cos i lack scent
    don't know what it smells like till i have them packed in
    hmmm...i wonder what does ...the rap then
    so ahead of my time i relay traffic
    so watch as i delay passin'
    or me trade bars in exchange for chase cars
    but wait ....i first weigh the cause
    and in affect reverse im possessed by law
    haha me work i repossess it all
    Last edited by rsymyn; 05-19-2007 at 09:22 PM.

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    i hit ya with thee left until the snippet makes its threat
    then start splittin' what i write now written twice correct
    a rookie kinda pushy quick to be despising vets
    but looky when this rookie down sizes rhymes and bets
    i could still beat ya down like you was looking from the neck
    now made ya even dumber than the next
    the number one stunner conceals the code
    its hot like when ya try ta' grill the flow
    see i stoned to0 high to engrave rhymes forreal ima cold
    delayed by the times changin' but never ancient
    watch as i jot down a premonition statin' that u'll never make it

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    thread fell asleep
    wonder what i was busy needlin'
    all good ...talk hood , right until i put the evil in
    put it in a coma came back wit a lethal pen
    yet i wasn't , tryna pinpoint the corner like lead
    im frontin', paid the coroner a visit...assumptions
    the lines were fine the rhymes were a bit sumptuous
    mic check at the expense of having fun at the function
    finally get the words to work proper
    then its easy , word...how i get the unheard verse to prosper

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    i came back like i never left
    and in turn earned what i learned
    well just collections from battles wit better threats
    in a zone after my own
    like i dropped what made sense and topped the same print
    but not of a clone
    for all my memories etched in stone
    i rocked the foundations to denounce satan fore i possess the throne
    though what's left now rests in bones
    the boulder reattached to shoulder
    in order of older like.....
    carbon dated soldiers from fame and all infamy in vain
    i re-formulated myself from all time warriors in frame
    though most isn't complete i honed and focused to be
    the mirror images of them
    before the past coroners could read
    indeed and if you don't believe
    walk to your closest street corner where the boastful ghost foreigner creeps

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    i broke through the mold to uphold but made a hole beneath
    flow proofed a zone , and none of ya could go to ,
    im on , to a old tube deep within the tore breach it cloned
    nah that ain't how you skool thee old me is gone
    dropped out a fool , popped out a tool whose topped out at you
    throat speak expose key , freestyles ive owned but prone squeaks
    written speech frowned upon , off then i breathe smile for tone
    gifted by intuition and its scripted , no premonitions - - i would of spit it
    continue from the relapse and get in proof that i had ceased back
    what did i get in to , no mirrors could see flat
    the bass in my voice cracked at the thought that balance precedes fact
    concrete in a mixer needle from feather point and inked inner liquor
    flow tipped the capsize wit a drink of the fixture
    set from the set just to wreck and sync wit the scripture

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    yes yes
    pretend that I'm you
    for a sec
    and do what I do
    when it ends
    do like i do
    set a trend
    n fool who i fool
    second best

    zike with the first i write till it hurts
    n right what i learned
    cos it ain't correct till i
    cite and observe ooooohhh

    but back to the third
    at last with the forth
    how many times
    can these lines
    without my
    rapping support

    lost all form of structure
    thats the norm i buffer
    i let a poem brusher
    unless im blind
    which means
    this time
    and i let the forum suffer

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    yall dont wanna know what it takes for me to represent I
    see what i rep , seasoned not a vent
    but these wins is breezy , inject what i know , watch the flow squint all the rest
    and I do not flinch at ya attempts to put me on the bench
    paper game more than upliftin' bars i done pressed
    pause , the wordplay left them in awe i done flexed
    aww is that the first , virgin till he's cursed
    transmitting transmissions from the broken antenna now gearing up for the verse
    see how my transition shift past the lames
    no matter which track i blaze cos this rap has changed
    no chains i kick latch the trains not as trained
    but im done runnin' i been past the aim
    see how my finished lines run something
    and shine as soon as my kicks gets the spits from something
    n i wonder what the rap's for

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