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     | Tuesday, March 27, 2001 - 10:54 am Hi, I'm representing BET - Black Entertainment Television. We just finished selecting from other states here in U.S. I was told by a Somali friend of mine here in the NY that a lot of young Somali rappers are out and they got a skills. Well I'm trying to keep it fare for all, so if you are interested, then lets see what you got. So please, If your are only participating! Here Are The Rules. 1. Every participant must select 2 peeps of your choice to start a battle with. 2. No course language 3. Only those who reply to their peeps will get credit. 5. On May 01/2001, we will select those who keep it real. 6. Leave your email where I can contact you. So Good Luck and I'll see you in May 01/2001, One Luv. Good Luck Again.
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| | Tuesday, March 27, 2001 - 11:02 am Yo Yo Yo chuk dis out. I'm gangsta, like Tweety Bird Loc "F" around and get your little bird neck broke Wait behind fast foods, strapped to kill Hole in your head for that happy meal Break in your house, and I jump attack Get the sledge hammer and I thump yo back to make my scratch I let bullets fly Cuz' i'm crooked, like Robert Gibsons eye You can't see me like tinted glass "F" yo woman and kick yo ass A "F"ed up hand life dealt me out So sick Jerry Lewis couldn't help me out Everything to lose notta thing to gain Waitin' in your backseat, I bring the pain Now your laid up like Eminems rap career Dead in a year, now who wanna flex? Who wanna trick wit me.. i'm callin' u all out. wut. Dixon Thug 4 Life! thugplayer@payme.com
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| | Tuesday, March 27, 2001 - 11:17 am Dis goes out to the THUGPLAYA. Stay on the run from 1-time F dark in daytime I do crimes I got 2 wives, and I'll make u mine I'm not thugplaya but I got 2 sides Good and bad, some say it's a curse When I play both sides like auto-reverse You outta research, on how junior'll put it on ya Can't compare, or come near like court orders My eyes focus, on those that oppose this da real hit My new rhymes u couldn't •••• wit' none of my •••• To any emcee that comes out his mouth I give your •••• to the bootleggers before ya come out Never play hard You know who the best are You only held battle zone for few moments, cuz of your guest-stars I spit bars Punch and Words rap connoisseurs I learned and mastered the art of war Beat that Thugplaya, who wants to test me next. One mo' to go. (coldconditions@hotmail.com)
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| | Tuesday, March 27, 2001 - 02:45 pm to cold condition don't get comfy right now coz u only got 24 hours to live/ i can be anyplace/ anywhere/ even in ur wordrop at home/ watch ur ass/ sh*it i advice u! to jog to da mosque/ coz that is the only place i can't slaughter ur ass/ N i know if i do u'll go to better place so why i ought to waste my pullet at u/ warning don't even think u rather die in the mosque than in da street/ coz i got 25 niggaz around ur block just waiting u unluck ur door/ N don't waste wearing vest/ coz my niggaz aim for the head/ but no where else/ T24/7 niggaz this is for you baraararrrrrraaaaaaaarrararrarrarararararararar booo booo boo "qac qac" baraararrrrrraaaaaaaarrararrarrarararararararar booo booo boo die in pain f*ucker peace out
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| | Tuesday, March 27, 2001 - 02:52 pm u are all fake gz wit no brain capacity.i wrote this to copy u'r lyrics.thnx yall.i'm not representing bet or nyc, i'm just tired of writting my own lyrics and dis is the only way i can get lyrics witout sweating
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| | Tuesday, March 27, 2001 - 04:30 pm hey yo klp, no need to lie mother beater. you got no skillz and u r tryin' to play hate those who got skillz. mother beater don't even come back and open your bad breathed mouth bitach. "F" KLP, Please continue playaz.
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| | Tuesday, March 27, 2001 - 04:54 pm Fo' EVAS Home Boy u in trouble now.! From block to block I snatchin hearts and jackin marks And the punk like Evas can't fade me We can have peace someday G But right now I got my mind set up, I'ma blow u up Lookin down the barrel of my nine, nigga get up Cause it's time to make the payback Evas To my brothers on the block better stay strapped, black Oh no, I won't turn the other cheek In case ya can't see me while I burn your feet Now I got him in a smash, blast How long will it last 'til evas' gettin blowed' nigga u ain't going to last Until then, raise up! Bring It On Playa
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| | Tuesday, March 27, 2001 - 05:12 pm Cold Condition & Evas, It's for both of u fake Azzez. Nigga i'm back, it's hard for me ta flipin' see I guess the cold condition and Evas r like kids to me I got da urge for a snake related killin spree thugplay, bent on da marijuana trees freestyle conracts Collectin C note stacks, I react And push both u niggaz "S" back I neva new these 2 ducks would be flat Then came beef, The kids wanted to leave "S" got hot, my other half did a creep Handled his business' Then laid low wit dis freak ok kids want mo' halla at me..
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| | Wednesday, March 28, 2001 - 05:10 am Cold condition, Label me crazy/when it comes to beef never lazy I bring a Semi Automatic to the game/Take u out cause u lame/ After this U aint stayin the same/Bulshit me u gonna gett out the game. I am Radical/ make your situation dramatical/ I always spitt fire/Till I aquire all that I desire. The prodigal son/golden child/ take you out booom/ with a smile. The great Khan/super sadam/ I bring hope and harm so to all Somali rhymers beware/ when i step u will care. peace
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| | Wednesday, March 28, 2001 - 09:20 am G-CAPRIO u didn't have to call on me nigga Well you can call it what you want but if you don't I'm still a nigga with a pimp strut, ooh, a macadamia nut Ah-say what you want, I'm workin for a cha-ohh Well alright, you little silly azz ••• Now when you want to rhyme to about me and get tramped Give a call to the clinic, T.O's the pimp camp and see which playa, is up for the downstroke (Cause you skeez-in, cause you broke) So toast them •••• like I said before I "F" four bitches a day, and I'm lookin for more Cause cords of scores of •••• be leavin my house like, BAM, and I'm like, DAMN Now nigga now u done labelling me on the dangerous neighborhood nastyman Cause they know I can When you wake up in the morning I only give ya five pushes I'll be out by your garage, awaitin behind the bushes drinkin coffee, smoove waitin to talk see like a true man hore gigolo should be See I'm a giant and the rest of them are fakers Especially when it comes to the biitches u make the perfect moneymaker A simp nigga hesitate to dish a tramp but I don't So ease back G-CAPRIO on the corner, what you, want
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| | Wednesday, March 28, 2001 - 10:47 am Cold Condition, Yo cold/stay back dont act bold/U should know how we flow/with rhymes untouchable/ Lets get to the point/your replay was wacker, than a wet joint. See my flip the script/never cuss cause my lines disrespect/all averagely skilled mc wannabees. lable me infamous/cause tonight i stay pissed/with rhymes aimed at you/u will be dissmised. dissacosiate yourself from that little bit verse/ U should be ashamed/competing with me is insane/ u is a two bit player/while i am a rhyme slayer. know u on my scope/take you out there is no hope. the average wonders/while my verse echoes like thunder. tremendous power/to devour all you cowards. If you rhymed for 10decades/recite for seeven centuries/take ten steps back/compared to me you will always be wack. MY MAN COLD THIS AINT AIMED AT YOU DOGG THIS IS GENERAL/U WAS THE BEST RHYMER SO FAR. PEACE AND HOLD IT UP
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| | Wednesday, March 28, 2001 - 04:14 pm To all em niggaz: I may be a female but I'm one wit skillz I drop it like a dot n make ya'll niggas go still I make long time calls Wit long time stalls I finish what was started And lighten up all them halls But I don't hate cause my lyrics can bust da bust And those who trust wit us also fuss wit us Van city baby, to that ain't no shame Understand the man ain't no thang in this game Fightin bout who got the best, its all the same To thugplaya, sayin you from dixon in T.O. Been there nigga but here's the real C.E.O Condition you cold gotta mouth fulla gold But everythin you said has already been told I always chop the spot wit the floor Mark the X on the sh*t, but what's yours is yours And when I diss a miss, she heads straight to the door You might of won the battle but you didn't win the war
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| | Wednesday, March 28, 2001 - 04:56 pm EYO CHECK IT/ TO ME YALL SOUND LIKE SHYT/ IS IT JUST ME OR YALL R DIRTIER DAN A CLIT/ ALL YALL WANNA BE LIKE ME/ BUT ALL YALL CAN SEE/ THAT I'M DA REAL DEAL IN HERE OR IN DA STREET/ YALL DON'T KNOW HOW I LIVE/ SIP HEINAKEIN/ TILL I GET DRUNK AGAIN/ SCREEM MY NAME/ U KNOW THE GAME/ I CAN KILL U OR DRIVE U INSANE/ I'LL KICK U OUT/ TILL I MAKE U SHOUT GOT MO' 4 U LATER
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| | Wednesday, March 28, 2001 - 08:53 pm a yo the feast is done/ the fear is gone/ the festival is on/ and out the darkness came the fifteenth figure/ the files are burned/ the flag is firm/ I take flight and drop lyrical bombs/ miracle rhymes/cause yo false flagging around me will get your chest blown /and know that your case is thrown/and last but not least the dead is mourned............. to all you false flaggers GET A LIFE
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| | Thursday, March 29, 2001 - 10:12 am This is to cold condition/but there's so many niggaz I can include/ who's quick to blast motherf*ckers in a feud/It doesn't make a difference, cuz it's about who's the quickest on the draw to end all existence/ For instance let's take these wack ass fools these ruthless fools and the dirty south in one room/ assume it's only for conversation/ so let's cinversate slip a nigga the 9mm and dip empty out the clip/ mind on steady-trip, cuz niggaz talk sh*t...
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| | Thursday, March 29, 2001 - 10:22 am SUPA IS BACK FOR YA'LL FAKE ASS NIGGAZ!!!! I penetrate send it straight to your middle brain/ Three times dope similar to my nickname/ A big caine ain't nothing changed now I'm deffer/ my gangster ass freestyle with the gang is my logo/ riding with the top down off lock down enjoying dallas's sunshine/ Time for em to knock down fool's whole compound/ like the world trade centre/ the world made thinner when I'm pulling on my girl grey trigger/ Figure when I enter ya'all know I intend to rule this page/ the web page to see I'm nothing to f*ck with like jack nicholson I smack fickle men/ and pack something in my penalty/ so niggaz back off before this southern rapper pulls something out and starts rata tat tat ataat aaat tat!!ahahahahha
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| | Thursday, March 29, 2001 - 11:43 am i been through sorrow time/ i never whined about it even one time/ i remained stronger like MR Mandela 4 20 years/ SH*T c@ld condition N thugpl@y trying to cross me but the instant they get closer they feel the heat coming from me/ stronger/ i'll blow you niggaz in 80 seconds, yes u heard me/ 80 seconds/ i tell u niggaz when i attack coz i don't hit b*tches like u from the back, better be ready i'll be back/ well wat u waiting for/ u can't defeat me so i give u chance to say bye bye to your families/ get your coven N dig your greaf/ see i like ur funeral to be goood/i hate shooting bro in the street/ i warned u before cold condition& thugplay/ f**king with me is something u not ready for it
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| | Thursday, March 29, 2001 - 12:26 pm damn this is not the place i want to plaze my skills and rhymes at face to face is my joint. soo let me tell yall lil sommin it is like this we all can see yall went to ohhola.com copy cat pasted brained head punks. get yo own rhymes but i feel some niggaz they got their own joint, but don't waste it in here my it blaze yo album aint that hard. peace one love
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| | Friday, March 30, 2001 - 06:19 pm F*ck you YOUNG THUG. You doin nothin but hatin, bitch ass nigga but check this out: We've all heard the words: Don't hate, appreciate But what can i say when ya'll niggaz still hate the hard headed n*ggaz don't care but for they figaz and talk about the triggaz that are pulled among the stealaz for real though/ if ya'll got real dough then keep your mouths shut wit your names real cold cause ya'll make me sick like PINK, you can suck my dick if i had one that be a hell of a trick but when n*ggaz go down, they gotta act like crabs drag another one wit em but never surrender wit they white flags cause it's time for them to drag other ppl for their benefit and when i question it it ain't for the fun of it PEACE OUT AND CHANGE YOUR SELVES!!!! you can't challenge me--Van city baby!!
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| | Saturday, March 31, 2001 - 06:45 am Faisal Sliding in from the front, never way behind Niggas wonder how I came with this style of mine Remain in your seats as I release the lyrics into yo' hip Me and Yasmin was the 1 •••• the rest. and I wanna Big Shoooooow Piiiiiceee From my around my way my Fraend my Famaly and all the knows me. And to all my ladies in house i call the Haaaaaaneeeeeeee am out wo is the ext piiiiiiceeee and love stay life
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| | Saturday, March 31, 2001 - 07:37 am from the east coast of da black nation represting the whole muslim nation my enenmiez are tha united, they brigning war inexchange for production, i erudecate my foes before the pigs with wings come flyn. remembern the sweet mother land, we all came from a place never sleeps bullets eckoing like lighting, ... 1988 lot lifes were on line, i seen baby mothers cryin, niggers preparin for war buyin arms and guns, i seen blood and pain, pain and death now these niggers on street of london are acting like 'van danm' god danm get ur act together these politiance went as niggers down for ever, so lets unite and iginte like atomic bom. ONE LUV TO ALL MY PEOPLE 2 b contiune...........................
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| | Saturday, March 31, 2001 - 01:17 pm To Yasmin, Lets get this clear/your rhymes aint rare. Been quite for a while/these clowns lyrics make me smile...them niggaz senile. Shitt its time to let rip/vesrsatile, you dont want me to trip. Now love analyze this, you just a joke/probably broke/ now I wonder why you spoke. Take your silly self/quit rhyming and try to earn some wealth. Yasmin/I dont wanna make you scream/ I break your morale/snach your confidence/girl you are gonna see sense. yo I am crazy/ take you out/with lazer sight/ your demise be my delight. so how you wanna do this/Easy way or the hard way/ both cases you aint never gonna get play. take care, and come on
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| | Saturday, March 31, 2001 - 08:04 pm Faisal you my dog, but wuz up wit caprio n*gga actin wrong, it ain't been that long don't wanna make me scream, ouch n*gga pleaz it's yasmiin right here the supreme for real you can't snatch my confidence and i gotta whole lotta sense f*ck you n*gga, i can easily make you swet from dusk till dawn i'll tell ya what goes on i eat, sleep, wake up next mornin for the fun see i let my rhymes flow, that's what i'm best at but i'ma bad girl, so you gotta expect that i feel like i'm provin myself the best to you caprio, craziness can always run in two and i wanna do this the hard way....f*ck you what you mean my lyrics ain't rare i be spittin it like the illest what it aint fair well game recognize game narrow minds keep it locked wit the same thang and that's you caprio by your words, i can tell you a leo loud and live how many years of pride? none, that be zero cause you a hater and a big ass negro ignorant minds must free ya what now n*gga, peace out and see ya!!!! oh and i appreciate that FAISAL, you a real nigga. Bye!!!
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| | Sunday, April 01, 2001 - 11:20 am Yo its me again/ As always i intend to win# Girl U aint even worth a reply/your whole style is crooked/ matter afact u weak/ u aint said nothing wicked I touched ya nerve/went through ya/without sounding absurd. Now you get vulgar/••• you lucky I am sober/ U act 2 nice/see me/ u be like I wanna •••• him twice If you had the body/ I be diggin you out/then without food I be kicking you out/ Yeah I said it/now raed it/•••• you with a smile/be like can you make me say wow. we put ya to the test/•••• Faisal and the reset So supreme ting/lets see how fast you last with that weak wobbly ass. Ona real note its only a joke...peace to all of ya Faisal my niiger, Yasmin my bitch haaaaaa
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| | Sunday, April 01, 2001 - 11:46 am YO GUYS SOME OF Y'ALL GOT TALENTS. DON'T DISPLAY UR TALENTS HERE FOR OTHERS TO STEAL MAAAN! I GOT A BROTHER WHO'S AN MC SO I MEAN...LEAVE UR EMAILS AND STUFF MANS/WOMENS.....I CAN DESIGN A HOME PAGE FOR ALL U'S TO DISPLAY UR TALENTS IN A CIVILISED WAY....NOT INSULTING 1 ANOTHER LIKE THIS. IF YA FEELIN THE IDEA OF WWW.SOMALIMC.COM THEN HOLLA BACK AT ME AIGHT!! 1 LUV
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| | Tuesday, April 03, 2001 - 05:48 pm that was one mad diss nigga i understand it's a joke but here me out now cause baby it's time to provoke i treat this like my thesis well written topic broken down into pieces i introduce then produce words so profuse it's abuse how i juice up this beat like a deuce we two people both equal like i'm gemini but i'm sagitaruis, you can see me on if i Jimmy on this lock i could pop it you can't stop it, drop it your whole crew's microscopic like particles while i make international articles i rock hard like granite and steel people feel yasmiin from van city to israel and this is real!!!! ********** Ha Ha Caprio my nigga ***********
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| | Wednesday, April 04, 2001 - 02:30 am DIZ RIGHT HERE..IZ FO 4 ALL MY WARYAAZ,,AN SISTAZ,,THAT R UNSURE BOUT THEY FUTURE,,NA-MEAN,,DIZ JUS A LITTLE INCOURIGE-MENT,,,RHYME,,AIGHT,,NUTING,,2 DEEP,,AIGHT,,,YO LITTLE XAMZA,,,START IT UP ((LITTLE XAMZA)) What do you dream when you asleep at night? (I'm high as a kite LOL) ((FIRE-MAN)) Wonder why the money's tight and why we bust and fight I been there, so I know it's rough when you wanna change your life And no matter what you do, seem like it's never right Born with a mission, and a heart full of ambition But it's hard to be all you can be when don't nobody listen LITTLE XAMZA--Daydreamin) Stay schemin and future-wishin Never got attention till I got my first school suspension Fool, what's the difference, we all got a path to follow Pleasure or sorrow, you get another chance tomorrow Even through struggle, beg, borrow, work or hustle Tragedy and trouble, Strive until you rise up out the rubble Don't wanna fumble?? And you won't if you play it real The best of me is my destiny when it's fulfilled And if I fail, will I have the guts to try again (LITTLE XAMZA--To make it out before I die in sin) ((LITTLE XAMZA)) If a genie gave you 3 wishes, what would they be? (Health, happiness and money - just for me)? Or would you wish we'd put the guns down, world peace Let the blind see and all the starvin people eat But in reality we faced with greed (and competition) I do my best to lace my seed, hopin he listen Jealousy will make you fake friends Set you up for the wet-you-up Cause they don't wanna let you up (Keep a watchful eye for shady Judas) And home intruders with Mac-11s and Rugers Ski mask, ready to do ya As he get older, ambition grows inside a soldier Chasin narcs on the block with a mouth full of boulders And though the rollers wanna pull me over (I stay hopin) With the world on my broad shoulders, hard to be social Feel peace when releasin ambition through beats and vocals If they try to bring you down, go local ((FIRE-MAN)) If I ever make it to the top (then I'll be free) But if I fall back, tell me, would you remember me? Or would you chat breeze and laugh at fire-man and spread rumors It consumes ya, hate-filled wishes growin like tumors Stay focussed like my ballin g's, destiny callin me to take it had 2 be in college, but gambled, think I can make it Can't be mistakin, no hesitatin, I'm tired of waitin My frustration growin worse like my situation (LITTLE XAMZA--So what you sayin?) >From this cold-blooded HARGAYSA I'm raised in Radio stations best get ready for the invasion Throughout persuasion we touch millions across the nation And show no fear when we battle the beast we facin (LITTLE XAMZA--then u saying theres no limitations) Yes waryaa I knock the world up off its axis Rough as a cactus, we bouncin back like a matress The fact is, we all on this planet just tryina make it And leave somethin for future generations ((FIRE-MAN)) YAW IM DEDICATING DIZ •••• RIGHT HERE 2 ALL MY WEST-LONDON MASSIVE--ALL WARYAA NIGGAS AROUND THE WORLD AN •••• NA-MEAN,,,AN ESPECIALLY,,,,DEM FAGGOTS THAT CUM ON THE FORUMS AN TALK ABOUT QABIIL,,,,FUK Y'ALL NIGGAZ,,,, ((LITTLE XAMZA))YES AN NOT FORGETTIN,,DA SISTAS 2,,U KNOW,,ITS HARD IN THIS CADAAN MANZ WORLD--U KNOW,,,,SO SISTAZ,,,DO WHAT U GOTTA DO AN HOLD YO HEAD,UP,,AIGHTT,,PEACEEE
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| | Wednesday, April 04, 2001 - 05:23 am I am Impressed/ as I pull on my weed/ these be/the tightest lyrics ive heard from the rest. Its time for action /ive over seen Yasmins lyrical demise/ the final stage of destruction/to resist is unwise I quite the competition/ leave you with no recollection. The menace I bring/tinged with evil and sin I am laid back/calm unassuming/putt the dictionary down love/and stay back/ Yasmin lable me insane when it comes to beef and sex I am never lazy/ Take niggaz out/and •••• •••• crazy G-caprio the Somali Romeo the word is/ Ive sexed the best/you just a number like the rest. you are good girl,you good, but as long as iam in town you will always be second best seeeeeeeeeen.
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| | Wednesday, April 04, 2001 - 05:26 am I am Impressed/ as I pull on my weed/ these be/the tightest lyrics ive heard from the rest. Its time for action /ive over seen Yasmins lyrical demise/ the final stage of destruction/to resist is unwise I quite the competition/ leave you with no recollection. The menace I bring/tinged with evil and sin I am laid back/calm unassuming/putt the dictionary down love/and stay back/ Yasmin lable me insane when it comes to beef and sex I am never lazy/ Take niggaz out/and f.u.c.k H.o.e.s crazy G-caprio the Somali Romeo the word is/ Ive sexed the best/you just a number like the rest. you are good girl,you good, but as long as iam in town you will always be second best seeeeeeeeeen.
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| | Wednesday, April 04, 2001 - 06:29 am keep it real my n*ggaz .Especialy to G capri and yasmi.
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| | Wednesday, April 04, 2001 - 01:11 pm I'm about to change the focus From the richest to the brokest I wrote this opus To reverse the hypnosis Whoever's closest To the line's gonna win it You gonna fall tryin to ball While my team win the pennant I'm about to be in it For a minute Then run for senate All niggas want me to be they tenant They gimme chips so i can spend it And then amend it Every law that ever prevented Caprio and I bein idles wit our arrival and our survival still here in the battle zone bringin our skills from home and i know caprio you admit i'm good but there's one thing you haven't understood that whenever YASMIIN be here ain't nothin that i would fear
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| | Wednesday, April 04, 2001 - 04:31 pm To any one: I am a hip hop fan but after reading what y'all wrote I got inspired to write this so thanks ppl******** lyrically afloat when you literally drowning in a sea of agony with a sign of defeat for some of y'all it's all about rhyme but my thang it's all free verse, you say I am the bomb when I ask what have you been puffin on, because all I see is a brotha macking lacking the essential rules of all the true casanovas, you say you holdin down from the east to the west but brotha all you do aggrivate the very living soul I hold so freely frequently but keep tryin baby boy because what I have you can't do without and What I know is to much for ya, all you can do is keep tryin hopin I wake up tommorrw brainwashed and wasted. The world wants me but when will y'all understand that I never give up let up have gone the distance so many tried but courageously tied and I have the mind of a philosphore y'all would have to discover me like Colmubus discoved the Americas. I am an army of many but basically a single soul tryin to make it in this world where the rich get richer and the poor stay invivsinble untouched.Battle me and all you will get out of it is a battered body rejuvenating it's God given juices. RESPECT AND PROPS GIVEN TO ALL Y'ALL ESPECIALLY YASMIN
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| | Thursday, April 05, 2001 - 04:47 am You U inspire, / When I get an MC block/ your words I will Hire. You rhyme good/I wish I could/damn girl do u look that good. I suppose I seen plenty of ••••/took care of plenty foes. In this arena/You the only one I would freak like Adina. Start what/ who is lame enough/Insane enough/ to test/ Hollow tips penetrate the vest/ Discrepancy is a must/ versatile lyrics I bust/ everyday all day/ I play/ It don't make sense getting in my way. Senator Yasmin/ can I be your president/ stay faithful/ while I get head up in the residence. I shine / You shine/ me and U/ one of a kind Stay tuned, as we Bust/ Guns & H.o.e.s are a must/ we turn big niggaz into nuns. With these lyrics expect substantial funds.
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| | Friday, April 06, 2001 - 01:40 am I just feel like sending masive big upp to G Caprio and yazmiin! NOT! Couse I arrived know the game is dan/call me cabadon. smooth negger with charm ya lyricks are all f*cked so you might aswell duck. when this warlord learkes in the park/at night when is dark/leave ur body sarounded by chalk/drive off w with ur merc. OOPS! I forget u ent got one? but u claim to have a gun/i advice u run/ before ur life goes like puc/am a somalian wat iss thug? a negger with a gatt/f*ck that. ONE LOVE G CAPRI & YASMIN
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| | Friday, April 06, 2001 - 08:46 am yo yo yo i'm comin' down wit' the flow got everything on the low so you betta not front 'cause i'll bust a cap in you like wow NOW NONE A YA'LL CAN BEAT THAT, 'CAUSE I'M THE TRUE LYRACIST REPPIN' TO DA FULLEST!!!! YA YAE
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| | Friday, April 06, 2001 - 08:07 pm you can be my first black president but when i'm settin it that don't mean i'm lettin it pass by without havin me question it would u cross sands and distant lands to make plans wit me or would u beef wit freaks as my lyrics now speak cause now u understand that my sh*t just blunted i never worked cause they use to fire me & fronted or i quit it, now i spit it, however do u want it now you get it writin rhymes my range wit the frames slightly tinted then send it to your block and have my full name cemented and if your rhymes sound like mine i'm takin a percentage unprecedented and still respected when it vintage i don't know you but i'm likin you superstar i'll hail you won't nail you no matter who you are i'll make u now, never take u down but make you face it If you slit the bag open and put your pinky in it and taste it. I'M OUT!!!
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| | Saturday, April 07, 2001 - 12:23 pm NAYAA DON'T U HAVE NO MANNERS UR LYRICS SHOULD HAVE BANNERS UNEDUCATED B*ICH WAT U CAME FROM LONG LINE OF FARMERZ YOU SHAME AS WITH YOUR RHYMEZ JUST DON'T BLAME AS WEN U HAVE MAD BABEZ DON'T KNOW WHO THE DADDIES NATHING PERSONAL THIS FOR ALL THE LADIEZ. DEDICATION FOR YASMIN
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| | Saturday, April 07, 2001 - 01:03 pm As ever the weak try to speak..................... Her words are right/girl is tight/In darkness she be the light. Collective Punishment is what I heap/On all weak Mc's traying to speak. Got the potion/for Yasmin/I will cross the oceans. Her enemies/I wish nothing but death and desease. I will make sure she part of my plans/While I take the law into my Own hands. I blast you/ laugh at you/see me coming/gunning/catch you running Nigga dont slip/cause I will empty this clip. Taking me on is deadly game/Ask the ones before you who came/ Dont offend/aint worth being a foe/be a friend. Beef with her is beef with me/son cant put it more clearly. Goes out to the supreme ting/Yasmin, and Warlord, you started of well, what happened man?
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| | Saturday, April 07, 2001 - 02:06 pm YO I GOT LITTLE STORY FROM 1989 THE WORLD WAS MINE EVERY THING WAZ SO FINE THEN THE PULLETZ CAME AND SAID IS TIME I'LL MANAGE THE DANGER IN THE FOREST LIKE RANGER MY PEOPLE SKATERD FROM HERE TO VEGAZ SCREAMING F*UCK THE WORLD WE BEING MOULD IN TO THE THE DEVILZ OWN LIVING ON LOEN/HARD TIMEZ DONT LISEN TO THE LIEZ EVEN IF WE DESTEND FOR DEMISE COUSE IN UR EYES I SEE STARZ IS A MUST YOU RESIST THE LUST ONE DAY WE WOULD BREAK THIS BARZ ESPECIAL MESSAGE FOR SOMALIS WETHER U CHASING DOLLARS OR GETTING CHASED BY POLIZ.
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| | Saturday, April 07, 2001 - 08:27 pm caprio, wit those complements, YOU be the light and 'bout my enemies, there ain't nothin to fright if i play your deadly game, would that be right? and it's a good thing you'll be in my plans, aight i luv it when a man wants to be the chief Feed a man til he's full and if he still want beef and gives me grief tries to tie off it wit my piece i'll continue increasin while he decrease if i treat you kindly do it mean that i'm weak you hear me speak & think i won't take it to the streets i hope you ain't a cat that would turn the other cheek cause i'll try to keep it civilized mentally
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| | Sunday, April 08, 2001 - 10:17 am Warlord have a seat/Take a sip sonny/Don’t slip Chatting shitt agin/ send U on a one way trip Count from 1 to 4/I bring beef to your door/ F.u.c.k your hoer/set the score Bitch you be like/That nigga is raw The anger I vent/Like a landlord/ With undue rent. How you wanna do me/ better come up with a calibre Ozie/ Nigga screw me/ Clown /I Take U out/paint your room red/your dead You small time/ U cant rhyme Watch from the fence/sorry your words make no sense. What I will do/Insignificant cockroach/ Is laugh at you You a snitch with no clue Its the sentimental/Temperamental/psycho F.u.c.k.i.n.g your girl/felt right though Its the sentimental/Temperamental/psycho F.u.c.k.i.n.g your girl/felt right though
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| | Sunday, April 08, 2001 - 10:19 am Warlord have a seat/Take a sip sonny/Dont slip Chatting shitt agin/ send U on a one way trip Count from 1 to 4/I bring beef to your door/ F.u.c.k your hoer/set the score Bitch you be like/That nigga is raw The anger I vent/Like a landlord/ With undue rent. How you wanna do me/ better come up with a calibre Ozie/ Nigga screw me/ Clown /I Take U out/paint your room red/your dead You small time/ U cant rhyme Watch from the fence/sorry your words make no sense. What I will do/Insignificant cockroach/ Is laugh at you You a snitch with no clue Its the sentimental/Temperamental/psycho F.u.c.k.i.n.g your girl/felt right though Its the sentimental/Temperamental/psycho F.u.c.k.i.n.g your girl/felt right though
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| | Sunday, April 08, 2001 - 05:03 pm warlord, you f*cked that cause nigga u suck like particles while i make international articles and on the cover don't discuss the baby mother/ business i be in this third LP/ you can't tell me i witness first handed i'm candid you can't stand it, respect demanded and get flown around the planet So I keep makin' the street's ballads While you lookin' for dressin' to go with your tossed salad it ain't about what you cop it's about what you keep in my lyrics there's no leaks you can captize that sh*t cause i baptize my lips everytime i take sips like lauryn hill things goin' change, it's apparent and all the transparent gonna be seen through Let God redeem you Keep your deen true Watch out what you cling to You can get the green too Observe how a queen do NIGGAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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| | Monday, April 09, 2001 - 12:19 am yasmiin ya know ive been every were ya seen ya the one needs to get back to ur dean let me explain am the mos wanted world wide representing warlordz ai*uah! ya am bored ya bichez need to sourth out ur wordz till then i treat ya like ho*erz!!!! tick tick tock is over bulletz coming out from range rover b*ich move over before ya get bend over i come back like hover so ya could suck my dick all over. dig in your bagz split your sacks miss yas. at the back of my benz i make sense. ha. one love. keep it up.
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| | Monday, April 09, 2001 - 02:38 am http://www.addict.com/music/Invisible_Scratch_Pickles/mono-excerpt-Invasion_Of_The_Octopus_People-28.ram ************************************ the grains of sand observe the pains of man with indifference, while free-falling, re-calling, shameless plans in increments... an instant is defined by a second that's combined with a lesson, life is a sum of the seconds but some live a lifetime a second... time is perspective, a seductive ocean, a conductive lotion, tasteless, invites you to waste it, but some obstruct the motion... an instructive potion of enlightenment, that's heightened when innocence nixes ignorance inside "divine" and "rightous" men.. a dollar sign is time that's spent in hopes of securin tomorrow, hope is blurrin the sorrow that life is a tour- and it's borrowed... from he with no start of finish who sees with no heart or vision, the grandfather..stands taller n' sleeps in those darker prisms... why honor wisdom? well because it's passed the test of time, the past affects the mind, through deja-vu, it's cast a second time... i have to press rewind, far away enough the track makes a u-turn, but few learn from the relationship...the past drapes the future... my time interval slots are often spent in spiritual block.. ..so i pass the time by staring at the hands on a digital clock flooded with cynical thoughts, i release the first notion and freeze the time by suspending the earth's motion a surge potent enough to tear the surface's texture in a sense like weight is measured in pounds, time is measured in events text words can't impress, so i'll help you invision this certainty an old timer had a short life, a young teen lived an eternity every tick's an emergency, without it, you're in an ocean of mess.. ..cuz time's the hitchiker that leads you on the roads of sucess it opens the next..chapters and captures the bland design....that.. "we can live long and leave our footprints on the sands of time" things can distract the mind, and lead it away from the truth in lessons might lose affection for patience, yet perserverance is a useful weapon draw it, it'll boost progression...and it will erase the precedings its time to throw my clocks away and put my faith into feelings
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| | Monday, April 09, 2001 - 02:41 am These ryhmes sickening thoughts possessed of blood trickling hypocritical oathes taken but your actions left relinquishing/ Deminishing, demeanours state the opposed fate of those who know expressive talents forced to initiate were others words will go/ absudity flows, through adjacent rooms exetentialistic walls consume Negative vibes as you do express your feelings absorbed in glue/ Small but few, stand to rise above but lay dormant in waiting In hibernation for decades unable to surface contorted by debating/ False truths, transfused through heated sessions of least progression amusment testing but what was needed fell short of blessing/ Exploited message, brought forth in a barrage similar to plagues unable to be digested but rather consumed by the earths rage/ The world stays, silent un-defiant not utilizing their expression trapped amidst depression de-filed mentally fueled by agression/ Next question, answer the first to proceed but take heed Life ends like revelations but the price is not divine greed/ Theres no answer seen, eternally closed between the lines diguised by means and mind then automatic subconciously re-defined/ To see the blind, they must accept their sensitivty negative status enveloping rapid the lame remain sane while the plague continues to happen/ intuitive rappin, mixed with prophecies to spread by telepathic ancestors These stereotyped men and women converse seemingly through hand gestures/ blessed us, with knowledge passed through generations unknown to comprehension Secretly accepting judgements while on agendas with forgotten mentions/ broken tension, ends as the years appear to increase the danger Not controlled by the heavens stimulated by the baby in the manger/ Opressed anger now hunts like a chaemeleon in society past the age limits known in keeping strict enforced sobriety/ (outro) We are unknown, you can not find us, we will find you trust me for there is trouble near and the end is upon everyone do not run or hide do not panic death is silent and swift disturbing the nature on which you placed yourself in through evolution
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| | Monday, April 09, 2001 - 02:45 am we mastered all tactics of battlin, invitin our foes to pick ways........ cuz, similar to literal homo-bashin, everything they kick’s gay........ we stay so iLL, when moderatorz peep an HTML encrypted page....... they rely on administrators, callin in for sick days........ •••• wit OZ an’ get your dick blazed by spit flames an’ Voodoo Attack curses...... me an’ Snuff more boisterous than urban black churches........ wit tha guest speaker preachin on a Psalm Sunday service........ ”you wanna battle?” iz a question that leaves on-lookers nervous....... mentally influential, all believe us if we say a Garden iz earth-less..... when spit’s dispersin, more intoxicatin than alcoholics singin Ode To Rum..... in tha same way our rhymes affect brain cells, corrodin them dumb......... while droppin gems like jewel thieves without opposable thumbs...... two of tha pickiest emcees disposin of some...... keepin otherz to give us props too numerous in sum... ~Snuff da MonStar~ we’re untouchable - emcee Gladiators, •••• Russel Crowe/ when tha dutch is rolled - we disappear into a puf o’ smoke/ it’s on again - try to relax and remain positive/ while Snuff shifts celestial planes, zonin’ wit Oziriz/ stompin ••••’ - nastier cannibals than Dahmer is/ eatin’ wack emcees like some tableside condiments/ niggas lack perception -> our visions perfectly focused/ reversing the solstice, wit verses verbally spoken/ i heard tha Feds was tracking us down concerning our dope-ness/ “no ••••?” - we’ll take a long flight; hurdle the ocean/ snappin’ off hi-octane - when i rip it i pop veins/ n’ shock you like you was dozin’ off in church, and shots rang/ get your locks changed - don’t go to the spots where Oz hangs/ we’re politicin’ wit grimy monster niggas who hop trains/ who hate they own life, and give a •••• where your gloc aims/ off liquor so potent they keep it far away from hot flames/ Lil’ Raymond drops pain - lock on these “cats” like rot fangs/ we’re like lung cancer to hussies who think they’re John Wayne/ get your brains leaked - like you and Kennedy changed seats/ blame me - you visit your girl n’ notice tha stained sheets/ by tha time you’re back we’re “Ghost, Dawg,” like Forest Whitaker/ she’s thankful it occurred - appreciative to have a dick in her/ now that chic despise you plus she think your •••• is miniature/ 8x10’s in tha room; wit me and Oz’s signature/ Hate all yank-malis!
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| | Monday, April 09, 2001 - 02:51 am Orite FliNcH! wet em over sized Marycuntz... Yeh to all yanks...wish yeh noin ba da illest death... Me/ I be a society adapter/a server like napster/I'll be a strong rapper/even in the here after/My rhymes be real like matter/bone shattered rattles/the sound of weak emcees chatter/I bring ruthless battle/herding hip hop like cattle/I seem to be the rapture/striking like disaster/creating impossible fractures/like the Gung Fu master/catching you like the ancestor trapper/hooking more mentals with my honey than pimps with dips/you stacking up chips/but lacking basic intelligence/presently you readily reading this delivery/meanwhile physically/a newborn has been brought through modern delivery/while hastily another has made an exit deadily/next door this neighbor sits on a toilet with no paper/ others use the term player hater/while this shady figure gets mad airplay causing politicians to go insane/never pointing fingers I know I am not the one to blame/cause like the flame/I'm burning all the incompetence that is lame/premature ejaculation/your not giving satisfaction/performing only bed time napping/you lyrically trapping/while I'm lyrically laughing hahahahahahaha
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| | Monday, April 09, 2001 - 02:57 am Estranged by the fog, that i can't see past, i need a savior to stop...me cuz trying to release myself off the wheel has angered the Gods i've endangered the plot, of inevitable extinction though i feel an incredible conviction to quiet my inseparable afflictions... ...im going to hush, be a good little silent boy cuz its time for joy, praise and acceptance of lies that toy.. ..with me, the situation is getting a little out of control i'm about to explode, voice is mute yet i shout in my soul this doubt is the sole, reason i'm here, releasing the tears and immortality's a thought that almost reaches my fears but doesn't quite make it, as it drowns once again... ...in the oceans of conformity cuz the outcome is penned am i allowed to pretend? picked up a paper and pen, and wrote more than i've ever jotted before saw my emotions bottled up, opened them, and started to pour oh my god! is this how it was? it was like disguising the knowledge its amazing the things you solve when your writing the problems finding the nonsense, and ridding myself of it... ...is the closest i've ever been to reaching the summit... ...of expression, these things have frozen the doubt its a lot easier to use my pen than to open my mouth i'm going to continue to write, cuz from my demons i broke free the reason i'm alive is because the pen and pad chose ME Americans&Canadians tooooooo
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| | Monday, April 09, 2001 - 11:53 am These rhymes we drop/average niggers always flop As I tap this keyboard/my words you can’t stop Advance level rhyming/Crazy shitt/ Niggaz and bitches/Admire my shitt. Don’t get it twisted/rhymes so rare/ they should be listed/On the Nasdaq/drop bombs on you/ like Bagdad You under estimate/I make you levitate/Never hesitate/ make sure/ you will never see stright The Incredible/ golden child/the miracle/ how you gonna see me/Nigga if you took extra training/you couldn’t see me Like MOP/cold as Ice/ ask your mums/G-Caprio Nothing nice. My flare/gives no hope/to short sighted niggas/ who dare/ I spit Hydrochloric acid/competition we take out quick/ poisonous words make you sick/Nigger always wins/Its never a fix. God’s gift to women/ make them scream/nah mean These words so ferocious/you bogus /fake like Abracadabra/Hokus bokus Who wants it with me/give you a lecture/long and lengthy G-CAPRIO don’t get mixed with Leonardo DeCaprio/I am an award winner/Get passed you like my name was Diego Maradona. Peace to all the rhymers, Yasmin the Inspiration Warlord the Irritation Cardiff All the others Keep it up
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| | Monday, April 09, 2001 - 12:25 pm I am a contender waiting for my time to shine and blow your minds!!!!!!!!!!! well I guess it's time!!!!! I'm caged in a closed matrix as I listen to my internal beats can't get rid of me so deal with the dilemma, nigga you did me wrong but don't forget like a snake venamous revenge is so sweet I'll rip your insides out make you beg me you never dissed me can you love a hustler a question for the ladies? I will rearrange the future if you ask me to repeat the past you look kind of lost so why don't you read the Islamic pillars while sleeping on your pillow Like a flower I grow when fertilized with life step on me like a rose pedal,outside I may look dead but inside I'm recuperating my injured soul forever generating put you to sleep with an anestheic make sure you wake up with a differnt kind of static I'm like a bullet heading for ya with memorzing speed better derail like a train don't defuse!!!!! PEACE OUT Y'ALL********MUCH LOVE
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| | Monday, April 09, 2001 - 12:55 pm man??????? you sound u been fucked over by shake pear english sentenmentall •••• am releasing my lyrical spear feel the heat/creating fear who am I??????????????? is warlorddddddddddd/matha f*cker is do or die/matha F*cker freand or foe u must say ba bay u about die bullets rean all seoson/for a reason brrraa ta taa ta hit it from the cruser hit it up close and personal negger am international so halla / but am like yalla in arabic/frantick am never static/creating atamic ya panic like u should wishing ya could/ •••• with my team planing to sceam standing agains the wall/acting meen but neggers ent real with there nerveous haging and feking ya bee sweting and shaking while i be rackatearing/spine breaking dead awekink / i will bust it u cant stop it/ leave ya rusted this is poetic justice. cardif,modey and flinch stop copying the books......be creative...one love
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| | Wednesday, April 11, 2001 - 03:16 pm haa
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| | Thursday, April 12, 2001 - 11:50 am I devastate like the Israeli Army You cant harm/Bulldoze your house/ And •••• your spouse I am Incredible/shakspear who? Taking up arms/nigga prepare yourself/you playing with big men/who in it to win Remember/me heartless/cold as December My Tactics/ makes you sick Negotiate/ with any mind state/I bring war/ leave my enemies poor My words tragic like cancer/leave you stuttering/ with no answer Never take it laying down/ you gonna end up the clown Take you of the sphere/ with no hesitation/ wait for it/ have some patience This bomb will be dropped/ and fagets will go stright/ nothing you can say/ will make the pain go away/ The Hunt is on and you the prey/ make sure to the lord you pray When I start/ everything trembles/Gaza strip your/ house will resemble/ let them dogs lose/your whole family receive abuse/ your nothing but a weak heart/ with lazer sight/catch you in the dark How you wanna start this/ pedigree so ILL/your girls ting I fill/ A service with a smile/ how you like me now
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| | Saturday, April 14, 2001 - 08:22 am to anybody whos anybody Once you go black/you dont go back/ Hit me wit that/its the ester attack/ Rising to the top by any means necessary/ So if you wit me/theres no need to worry/ They cal me THE KILLA MALI/the grand finale/ I catch you in a alley/ and thatll be just dandy/ (ha ha) To each his own/run yo bidness alone/ Pack a nine made of chrome/ and youll find yourself all grown/ I role wit the wallabee click/no wannabe dicks/ •••• wit yo bitch/and find yourself in deep ••••/ If you cant cope/then quit the dope/ Or loose all hope/and people see you as a joke/ Hope for the best/but prepare for the worst/ I was in the game first/ scarin niggaz with the hearse/ More reckless than a kamikazi/ more heartless than a nazi/ If there aint no beef/then dont approach me/ you all gonna die one day/might aswell be 2day/ so lets set this •••• off/and get me the chain/ Tie yous up to the wall/1,2,3,4 how much more/ can you take/hittin you is even makin me soar/ C'mon C'mon C'mon
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| | Saturday, April 14, 2001 - 05:05 pm M.O.B or should i call killa mali everything you drop is so tired these lyrics are supposed to inspire and i wonder why everytime you ain't gettin no higher all i'm sayin is i'm tight as hell when you lose caps be bustin but if you want you can choose to be a betta man and follow my fuckin rules or make a joke or yourself tryin hard to get the juice got some news if you want some fuckin boost to stop you from becomin a f*cked up Dr. Sues nigga betta listen close and hear me too cause what i say ain't no lie but the muthafuckin truth talkin bout bein like a heartless nazi but don't mind me i'ma tell you kindly that you ain't scarin me so stay behind me you can find me in van-city where i'm takin sh*t out where ppl keep an eye on theyselves when i'm roamin about so keep an eye on your lip nigga watch your mouth You betta wipe your feet when you step in my house Cause you a small time nigga bout a half an ounce
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