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Join Date: Jan 2007
Location: Equator of The Matrix
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storm in the treach i assason
swing, combust ya skull like napalm the rap son of psalm move many style - thee avenger words slice right thru pretenders git returned to sender mark my own words thats ancient receited by unauthorised sharks turn to sand then i spark! a good ol trusty ini be lifted continents shifted atmospheric blizzard walk tsunami thru the savage land unstable Medallion of Ming`s head hung on my long cable WHO DARE contest that statement is FABLE! the last was no chanllenger him ripped to shreds jus cuz he bumped into my DJs TURNTABLE!!!!
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"Come as you are"
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The temple of darts is the place for these raps
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The dealer of hope is selling me lies Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise This life was never mine, the rivers never ran Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman) http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61 |
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