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AKA THE PROTO-CHAOS
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Spit cha dizzy lyrical info fo’sho
My flow goes on & on like a roller coaster/ I ain’t supposed to go postal I’m all local Check the stats I back pack through my city/ Wit little interference unless I’m jobless I gotta fill out applications applying for positions Below my disposition so I can get the position/ I’m roasting these emcees Like coffee so don’t test me/ I’m extra large check the charges on my visa card Now we can either exchange things or we can barter/ I’m a marker dark hazard blast these automatics Without all the static I rather bag her than shag her/ I smacked that ass without getting slapped But I ain’t no babe magnet I’m just a emcee wit static/ Give me the daredevil eye glasses I’ll get way past e’m Jab e’m in the stomach and watch e’m plummet/ I attend these summits wit intentions of recognition Now I’m spitting these lyrics like severe inquisition/ If you got the written then follow along and listen To when I rip it and target these bogus emcees and their gimmicks/ I’m way past the speed limit give me a minute or too I’m viewed by the rest as a speed demon by the way I be writing/ Now that I’ve high lighted their attributes its time I give you my views Skew those demos on the barbeque so we don’t have to hear there demos/ And if you don’t know what I’m talking about refer to the Quasimoto album The further adventures of lord Quas track 13 for further instructions on What I mean/ This isn’t just another lyricist I don’t have to claim to be an emcee I don’t have to claim to be a d-boy I don’t have to claim to be trapper I don’t have to claim to be anything But me, myself and I……………
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God Of WAr
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You have a rhyme pattern reminiscent to Common with how every lines dosen't neccesarily rhyme, but they still hit with impact.
i'd like to hear this recorded stay up!
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The Wordplay Is Ill!
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