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04-25-2010, 07:13 PM
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AKA THE PROTO-CHAOS
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Askin' why
asking why
don't ask why just know why see why now you see how and why What's the boggy is going on? I flow relentless as Relento spit a pretend though yo flip it with grammer slamming you down as a hammer/ jam the jaws of life down your spine and pull out cha mind drift left, switch right now i'm on all sides like a rectangle/ hit you wit the shine of Shazam's bangles dangle heads of your friends from my neck like Shamen/ die by the hands of man with sword in his hands get it victory heard my story what's yours/ fuck the cords I don't defend cha wins get cha loses together and count them as defeats/ see you reap what cha sewn blown by bombs set trip on me no profit just liars intoxicated with wackness/ no you packing smacking a rap thinking you got the knack flack the flip to the flop you weak with no romp in the room/ stomp through tombs with fumes in tow showing flows open noses when I break open domes like safes been cracked thinking you've been hacked/ I'm the rap dot sign rip through rude awakes shake date cha girl make her mine grip grind slip time through vines in lines get grind making noise/ taking on all comers including they toys spray them make them crossed it's the sick psycho mic ripper flow tripper jack the ripper when the ripper isn't never jacked/ asking why don't ask why just know why see why now you see how and why cybernetic intergalactic ultra-magnetic interject seen connect protect ya neck take flight like jet pack draft back slap drafts come back cold as ice, hot as molten lava/ scream twice once for the hell of it, next it's cuz you scared I bared my soul blown right through the heart, now we stop/ drop to your knees, thinking kneeling is reeling me in fuck a win I stuck in the sin waters cleansing me of sinful living/ slaving over hot stoves pots crowns tinfoil roses from grounds/ out cha now blind cha by grenades open lay reefs seek and you shall find asking why don't ask why just know why see why now you see how and why/ all your questions will be answered once you travel to the wizard now i'm in oz asking do I look odd wondering why they looking at me so inquisitively/ asking why don't ask why just know why see why now you see how and why
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04-28-2010, 01:22 PM
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Winter is Coming
Join Date: Jul 2008
Location: The North
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this is dope sheep
the first verse had some real sharp lines but the second had doper wordplay imo peace, nice drop |
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04-28-2010, 03:27 PM
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Join Date: Mar 2009
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"cybernetic intergalactic ultra-magnetic interject seen connect
protect ya neck take flight like jet pack draft back slap drafts come back cold as ice, hot as molten lava/ scream twice once for the hell of it, next it's cuz you scared" flames it was on some holocaust shit
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04-28-2010, 04:07 PM
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Join Date: Mar 2007
Location: I BE WHERE IM @
Age: 32
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nice drop
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04-29-2010, 10:14 AM
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God Of WAr
Join Date: May 2003
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die by the hands of man with sword in his hands
get it victory heard my story what's yours/ fuck the cords I don't defend cha wins get cha loses together and count them as defeats/ see you reap what cha sewn blown by bombs set trip on me no profit just liars intoxicated with wackness/ no you packing smacking a rap thinking you got the knack flack the flip to the flop you weak with no romp in the room/ stomp through tombs with fumes in tow showing flows open noses See you went in on this one..
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05-05-2010, 10:55 AM
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Join Date: May 2006
Location: Daytona 500
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