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Powdery
Rap Generals Finest |
Just for the taste of script
replied on: 12/16/2003 4:46:44 PM looks good so far, it's long as hell so I don't have time to read it all yet, but i'll be back cause that was nice |
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ell1ott
Gangstarr (get it?) ''The Owners'' |
Just for the taste of script
replied on: 12/16/2003 9:08:12 AM i feel ya bro. |
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Anomaly
Rap Generals Finest |
Just for the taste of script
replied on: 12/16/2003 12:09:59 AM thx man its about time soemone said something.zzz zzzzzzzzz zzzzz zzzzz |
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ell1ott
Gangstarr (get it?) ''The Owners'' |
Just for the taste of script
replied on: 12/15/2003 8:50:07 PM this was sick, long but still sick, keep droppin anom close your eyes tight, and i bet you see my light/ deny fate but choose wisely which path you take/ cause half your space will vacate when at last we face to face, your memory is all but a baby photo at your mama'as place/ ^^ill just dope man |
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Anomaly
Rap Generals Finest This message was updated on 12/10/2003 4:11:24 AM by Anomaly |
Just for the taste of script
replied on: 12/9/2003 1:58:01 AM HAHA you know its been a while since ive dropped. this is written wasted kid, Just for the taste of script, I smoked a splifff, and now I got pasted lips/ displace the pace in chips then hastily laced the rythym with spits/ driven to cripts in fits by visionz of whips, bennevolent shit/ I revel in this instrument when I smoke the devils bit*h/ close the holes I make with several stitch and pray they never itch/ clips explode at the fink who told where I grow my'~dro~/ gun talk is gettin old, my fingers scared and swole/ im tired of throwing punches bro! digits yellow' from weed resin, "the gun smoke"/ blood from all the nun's throat's I strung choked as they hung, they begun to form ghosts In porn pose' sodomized with hung goats knode's/ my tongue throws blows like zeus, thunderous bolt's/ hundred's of volts send you tumbling in jolts/ now your bubbling like coke and my blades cuddling your throat Chincy dime's/ Simply these are cold times behold line's retold time and time to mould mind's placing deposit's with more worth than gold find's score crimes of front war lines on eastern shore time's/ floor mine's leaving torn spines, sworn sign's and thorned behinds this industrie's mine were enemie's? fine. were friends again then pretend to be kind./ leading the blind like a sheapard with sheep mind's/ deceit lie's straight under your tongue in your sleep crie's/at night I'll place your eyes on a shelf so you can have a reached eyesight, wrap you in wet leather and let it dry tight from the sky light/ when fried right impeding your speach weeded you cant reach my height/ close your eyes tight, and i bet you see my light/ deny fate but choose wisely which path you take/ cause half your space will vacate when at last we face to face, your memory is all but a baby photo at your mama'as place/ this purple haze was laced, im seeing tracers and lights in space paranoia has me filled with thoughts and blind with fright signs of sight anomalies of rationality, cash dont smile on me it has nothing to do with nationality/ my stash consists of hash, and A massive pile of weed, call me dial a dead, if you got it theres some one indenial or need always pack something up your sleeve/ |
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