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my 1st song rate 1-10 for this newbie
The true king is back in fact I’m spit in at all you cats
that say I'm whack. Where all my fake gangsters at?...
You ready for this….
You say my shit sound stupid when you ain’t got no flows.
Mine just blows your mind, body and soul.
Leave your rhymes to die, rot and get old.
Who you to spit at my throne?
You an over grown child, try in to get wild try in to cop my style.
While I just gave u an influence but u just a nuisance.
I'll drop my two cents. Practice abstinence bitch.
You need some acknowledgment you ain’t me, big, nas or 50.
You think your witty now cause u got the guns the size of little bow wow.
I’ll be like child not now I’ll kill you with the ether; they call me grim like the reaper.
I’m the street sweeper I’ll clean up your act matter fact I’ll have u and your whole crew get clapped.
Now you dead left nameless. I’m the one born to be famous.
I’m the truest newest rapper in the game nothing destined but fame.
It’s insane I started from spit in a little something but now spit shit that got everyone bump in and grind in. u be find in my rhymes in platinum gold u be listing to them when your grand kids get old.
Behold the king came back.
Had you and your whole crew get gunned up and clapped quick.
Like gay-z and cockafella got gunned up and clapped quick
don’t mess with me or Nas or whole label will get gunned up and clapped quick.
Dam you’re my dick stop rip in off my shit.
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I define myself as unusual because I do what I think is right.
I feel that there's a beautiful inspiration of wisdom waiting to evolve itself into it's full natural state in which it deserves to flourish but constantly ignoring the right decision to make too to continue this world of routine of struggle with my self only to believe in self worth
Some things are better unsaid; so I write them instead
http://www.myspace.com/lewddog
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