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    I'M AN MC, MY MIND SHINES WITH BRIGHT THOUGHTS/ CUZ IF HIP-HOP AIN'T DEAD ITS ON LIFE SUPPORT/ BOUT' TA FLATINE ITS CRITICAL/ CUZ CATS RHYMES ARE PITIFUL/ MY LYRICS ARE ORIGINAL/ WIT' PUNCHLINES THATS HITTIN' YOU/ LEAVIN' YA PAD BLACK AND BLUE/ AND YOU AIN'T GOT BE IN MY CLASS FOR ME TO TAKE YOU BACK TO SCHOOL/ CUZ I DROP KNOWLEGE LIKE CLUMSY LIBRARIANS/ AND MAKE THE GAME FEEL GOOD, BILLY BOB AND HALLE BERRY THEM (Monster's Ball..LOL..)/ AND LIKE MY FLOW IS PRACTICIN' ABSTINENCE MY END WILL NEVER CUM (Get it, never cum)/ SO I AIN'T DONE, ITS ONLY ROUND ONE
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    Well the round's done, I'm done with this smoking gun, go figure
    So if Hip Hop's dead, we all helped pulled the trigger
    How? What about that ice, money and talk of shooting other niggas
    Not cause' it's from the heart, just more schemes to get richer

    I'll always linger, like it or not
    The missionary that just won't stop
    My peers on the block
    saying "What you hatin' something that's so hot"

    It's my voiced opinion on how these minions came into the spotlight
    Grasped all the hype and now everybody thinks they rap right
    But **** that's your way and I'll stick to mine
    Lyrically slashing the swine till the end of time

    Just some **** I did real quick
    Last edited by _SG_; 08-15-2007 at 08:03 AM.
    Who what where now?

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    TO THE END TIME I SPIT RHYME THAT BEND MY MIND/ A YOUNG DUDE WIT AN OLD SKOOL FLOW PRATICALLY BENDIN' TIME/ NO BEGINNING I'M, A TEN YEAR VET/ AND IT APPEARS TO MY PEERS THAT I FEAR NOT DEATH/ FOR I WRESTLE WITH THE LIONS, AND SWIM WITH PARONA'S/ DEALIN' WIT BABY MOMMA DRAMA OR DUCKIN' BABY LAMA'S/ CUZ SHELLS FLY LIKE FLIES WHERE I RESIDE/ SO EVEN THOUGH I EXPECT IT EVERY YEAR, EVERY BIRTHDAY IS A SURPRISE/ CUZ THEY SAY THE GOOD DIE YOUNG/ AND THE HOOD EAT THE YOUNG FOR FUN...

    ITS LAW BABY

    LYRICALLY..........AWAKENING..........the...WORLD
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    Yeah but it's the young boastin' and holdin' the guns
    A world degrated to where a father's scared of the son

    Who'll be the one to rescue it all
    Or maybe that one will just watch it fall
    Or maybe the one will break down racial walls
    And claw through the lies and the ones that take it all

    It's up to us if we play ball or sit back on the bench
    Watch the engine fail or grab the wrench

    SG.......HASN'T......GOTTEN.....ANY.....SLEEP
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    OR THE JACK AND SCREW DRIVER/ BUT WE HIDDIN' IN THE WRONG DIRECTION SO SCREW THE DRIVER/ CUZ EVERY LINE IS LIKE, I'M HOTTER AND I'M FLYER/ I'M HARD AS A ROCK AND I'M FIRE/ I MEAN, DANG HOW MUCH BRAGGIN/ CAN AN MC WHO PANTS SAGGIN' PACK INTO RAPPIN/ THEY TRYIN TO HARD TO BE TO HARD/ AND THEN SAY RAPPERS LIKE DEAD PREZ ARE TO RAW/ WELL I SAY YOU CAN'T MAKE A RIGHT WIT TWO WRONGS/ AND I SAY 2-STEP AND WALK IT OUT IS THE SAME SONG/ AND I KNOW THAT WAS OFF TOPIC/ BUT SOMETIMES MY MIND JUS' DRIFT AND I CAN'T STOP IT/ LIKE A RED LIGHT/ UNTIL I GET MY HEAD RIGHT/ LIKE MAKIN' THREE LEFT-TURNS, JUST SAY I'M RIGHT..lol...

    -MY MIXTAPE COMIN' SOON, "J-LAW the rapper VS J-LAW the poet"

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    my minds door is wide open
    i'm hopein
    that some rappers would quit moppin
    and resserect hip hop
    it dont stop
    so i dont quit
    cuz hearin all this finger snapping
    puts me in a position of a girl wit no clit
    that means i gets no pleasure
    whatever
    and al rocher couldn't tell me
    that fads change much like the weather
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    when nothing is planned, it's misery and sorrow, today you my man, and my enemy tomorrow... the greatest lesson ever learned, is burnt through my skin, every man is god's child, so god's son will begin, the sermon's concerning, life, love, misery, death, death's the freedom, life's the test, god bless - nas

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    Ha, I like that 2 step and walk it out line, Well I'm bout to get some sleep but before i go

    I'll let all who oppose my goals know
    That this flow goes where no else dared to go
    Broke the mold, went free of the villainous hold
    But we all still struggle unearthing earth to find that gold

    So do I spit for the fame, money or brag rights?
    I do brag right, but understand I describe the sights
    What I see, maybe what you don't
    But I guess I won't agree with what you hoped

    Some hoped to keep poverty and hanass things about
    I'm not about that I just spit what I speak out
    I don't blame the south, or any region for that matter
    But we should write what's in our hearts not what will make our pockets fatter

    Thank you, thank you very much, now I will go pass out on the floor.
    Who what where now?

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    I can't blame these rappers thats tryna get there pockets fatter/ Cuz times is hard so is the fault really on the rapper/ Lets take a look at the real bad guy/ Got us workin' all day and still cant provide/ Back to back shifts now its bags under ya eyes/ And they tryna hide and tie up a bag of lies/ Said we all equal, well justice, wut happened to it/ Said we people but you'd think we animals by the way that they do us/ We get 500 a month/ Spend a hundred on lunch/ Spend the rest on bills/ Thats stress forreal/ So I test my skills when I step to the mic/ And bring these faggot lil' rappers to the light/ And the real bad guy ain't black or white/ The real bad guy is life...YOU CHOOSE HOW YOU LIVE IT

    I'M BACK/ WITH BIG BUSINESS, LIKE I'M DOIN' MY JOB IN CAPS/ PAPER CHASIN'/ WHILE HATERS HATIN'/ CLOCKERS KEEP CLOCKIN'/ BUT TO THE REAL HIP-HOPPERS THE BLOCKERS CAN'T STOP US/ THEY CAN ONLY WATCH US, LIKE QUARTZ AND ROLLEYS/ BUT FROM A DISTANCE, CUZ MOST IS PHONEY/ WE FAR FROM HOMEYS/ DEM' HOMO'S NUTTIN' WRONG WIT GAYS/ AS LONG AS THEY STAY FAR AWAY/ CUZ I'M HOMOPHOBIC/ FEEL TRAPPED LIKE I'M CLOSTERPHOBIC/ TRAPPED IN THE TOP SPOT CUZ THE FLOWS THE DOPEST/ THE MOST POTENT, YA EARS HEAR THEY O.D./ SO I STUDY MY SPORT FROM A DISTANCE LIKE BOB COLDEEN (Sports Journalist)...
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    My heart's pumped I jumped in wit thunderous stunts / I spit ****t that takes more than a couple of months / To digest it all fully, while it echoes in your mind / I'm the hardest dude around that's made of metal when he rhymes / Breakin everything he finds, from skills to wack tracks / Kickin rhymes like white boys wit they little hacky sacks / Impervious to pain, wit combustible rhymes / I be burstin up in flames while submerged in your mind / Like a surgeon in your brain, I'm all up in your thoughts / Shatter alla your teeth so it's easy to swallow up my cocck...

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    What? Up thrust and bust rust from cuts bunched/
    Together on the flesh like flesh just wants runs/
    Up and down itself sell hell to seraphs tale/
    Tellers and hellen keller could see more than you fail/
    To be blind in the mind third eye revealed like a steel spike/
    In real life you still might fail around the next corner foreigners steal lives/
    If you invest in weapon protection AK's to the doors here comes the messenger/
    Shoot 'im up the read the letter he-or-her brings let us investigate/
    Instigate hate between races lyrically inclined/
    Physically white black or purple is slippin by/
    Undetected in under seconds but other lesson to learn include a bomber's vest and/
    My vast intellect can't grasp internet's scams like the last of the red hands/
    Snap can you check the van for a tire busted I slashed it with my scimitar/
    I'm sin bad but sins had it in for those laggin behind from the git-back/
    Sit down and sit, lax and bask in the baskets of tales spun for kids, snack/
    On snack packs pudding packed with saturated fat and this and that/
    Processed pieces of cows that decent folks would scowl at if they knew they were eatin it/
    And indecent flows releasin clothes from ladies blown away by my crazy syllables/
    Infallible feelin all the power I'm stealin from the power plants still in motion like "how are you feelin bro?"/
    When I lived in Chernobyl I sniffed cuh-chlorophyll till that nuclear pour-spill now I'm the size of a horse-pill/
    But a horse still ain't got jack on the size of this staff that I'm packin/
    Like a punch to the spine my time is relaxed and I'm tickin in tackles/
    As I pounce on the cats around me ounces less that is confounding/
    How they can stand staring out over fields with blank minds and undoubting/
    In the lessons I've effervescently transcended so effortlessly/
    Let this wackiness end and the slaps I've jacked at you lessen the breeds/
    Of imbociles in domociles livin like domo arogato it's Hobart Wilde/
    Nevermind I never known that child that most cats style their hair after with toes that's tiled/
    With black and white textile erector sets/
    Check your kits before my next spits erects and melts/
    Everything physical surrounding the area/
    Scary ain't it how the back of your neck hair-reacts/
    When I stare at ya with my metaphysical stereo/
    Scary bro, snap I've snapped and I'm nearing full/
    Throttle this full bottle is cool, lot of it/
    Liquid ice I've been sippin like crystale and I'm snoozed out of it/
    Let me end this painfully 'for you take the next train to the/
    Station I've placed as home base and I can't reach you, escape from me.

    -E.T.

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