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Keystyle...gotta work all weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeekend
win or lose, take that take that take that.....
red= yung
blue= mic
Tryna step to Sky? you must already be high needing some direction....
I'll rip both of you EARLY...and lable that a Yung Impression...
you dumb for checking...you both were done since check-in,
I'm not the one for messin'...round, grab the microphone & check-him...
terrorize these emcee's like foreigners with gun collections...
you aint 'too dope', you just a bunch of baking soda during depression...
cannabalistic rap-flow, like animals in your shadow...while roaming the jungle...
i'll spit out anvils until your flat...broke,
testing...testing...in peace you'll be resting cuz I Punish mics with torture,
came up stronger than getting my dick-rode by yah daughter,
cheap ass...you must compare to the mic piece in tape recorders....
full of air & scratchy, i'll escort you pussies to hell like a date was ordered...
better pull out a beer & mad weed, tryna reach my highness...
i hope that aint yah quote, cuz if so...yah lines are rhymeless...
i'll rise a high-kick and be ghost quicker than jedi-knights....
leave both of you pricks with swollin' lips and dead eye-sight...
you can't see me....
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"I don't care for most rappers,
I bairly give a fuck about people period, so you might want to watch who you go after"
Last edited by SKY; 07-15-2005 at 01:04 PM.
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