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back again
disturbing ma sleep every week i try to dig deep
ma freestyles are so peteet yo rhymes just sound week
pretending then bending coz yo shits not elevating
ma rhymes be trebleing everytime um spitting
trema is wat dey say everyday in every bay
muda fucka its ok i got da weed vodka and da o j
ma ryhmes are sumfing lil kids will neva 4get
um say um da best-muda fucka i dnt need no vest
fuck em!
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ya boy is on his game like twister
Im the greatest money getter and ryme spitter,
take doc suess and ma goose, and add some liquor
gotta cannon but not for pictures
make ya ass lose more than tha clippers
i steal gold from the kings like da 76'ers
ya boy is hot, so take it easy b 4 you get blistered
black jack the ripper
I'll clap ya sister,
if the bitch ever tell me that she used to be mister
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Im like nas in god's son holdin two white doves/
Or i can get away wit bitin like Jay-Z call me HOV/
But trust me i dont be bitin/
Not KO. really like mike tyson/
U can prop me or not but soon u gon see that im great/
yall gon bow down to my feet this is destiny this is fate/
dont believe me man then believe in tha prophecies just wait/
until threre aint no emergency so bitch theres no escape/
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ya boy is so fire,
I made the sun retire
after my words are heard,
there are no survivors
cuz im leathal with verbs and nouns
cookin hot ass rymes
and servin my lyrics with beats and sounds
Rox is the mix between a english teacher and musician,
my stlye is too different that it might take longer to listen
and understand what i'm spittin
so just listen and pay attention,
before the greatest rapper alive
leave you wishin for a second chance of livin
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Perpare is on mission for spliting
Give out free rap steets for ghosting
So hard to blast the equipment
Break the street block with vision,
From out hands rebound sound like that,
Pretrical flex on cd system,
Review this with anlyzed data,
Words put together,
With the pen on taget I go to, war like markets mans,
See things from a far with a lens,
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when ya boy spit facts
niggas need to go to rehab
cuz after you relapse
you needin help just too relax
ya boy is a mix of speed and crack
make ya whole crew eat a pack
till they bleed from they back
and thats 12 shells a piece for a snack
never get me twisted black, or I'll twist ya cap
faster then old cat do a hat
Im a maniac, leave you sniffin anthrax from a train track
and get found with ya brain splat and body flat like a flap jack
beat ya face with a bat and da doc cant find where ya face at
have you bleedin on the floor till you cant recognize ya door mat
give ya girl an abortion with a ax, thats what I do to da whore rats
ya boy is off the chain, more insane then a killer on a contract
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i am the inventor of this hot ass flow
the creator of greatness, eatin competition like a canibal
I confess that I am the professor of this lyrical lecture
dr. kavorkian, wit a mic, kill ya and sell you to the soul collector
you aint gonna be reincarnated cuz death is all you gonna get
burry you with ya wack lyrics and make ya spirit eat 16 from da clip
a professional lyricist wit mad experience,
darin any dude to try me, I'll make you disappear so mysterious
that ya family will forget ya existance, and leave you all shaken and delirious
ya wanna be curious, well i can show how the stupid niggas
die too fast and furious
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turn my music hi-hi-hi-hi-gher
you dont know, what were gonna do
gonna do
gonna do
sure i do
niggaz know, i move like those autobots/
pop and lock, all my body parts/
transform into a robocop/
keep it warm then i pull my glock/
best be warned, casue i make it hot/
i make it storm when i rain those shotz/
wearin teflon just above my crotch/
a niggaz on, aimin infra dotz/
when im prone, waitin in the dark/
shootin long, aint missin shotz/
never wrong, when im planning plotz/
lets get it on, if you think you got/
bull horns, better keep'm sharp/
your wrong swimmin with the shark/
got the scores, cause u know im smart//
well informed, as im buyin stocks/
like c4, i make more than sparks/
you want more, well to bad i stopped/
Y mufuckin ES!!
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i'm dope like heroin,to a junkie with the shakes//
been real all my life, and don't fuck with the fake//
i take bites out of niggas as if they was sweet like cake//
just cause my flows sound better than urs dont mean u gotta hate//
you should applaud that one day i'm gonna be one of the great//
sittin fat down south,nice cars, and big bank//
lyrically damaging like when a mans shot close range with a tank//
people jump on my band wagon,while ur ship just sanks//
i uplift myself as if i smoked 2 ounces of that dank//
i'm sorry you wanna be me, but you can't, ur rhymes stank//
i thought i smelled pussy, but that was only you//
it's like you think ur famous but when they say ur name it's like "who?"//
me i'm on fire like a dick with the herpes//
i could never be scared to battle anybody, cause i know they can't hurt me//
i couldv'e came harder with it but its 8 in the morning and i'm still blowed from the night before. :spit: :throwup:
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im the best theres no doubt...im not talking gwen...
following around competition...never know im stalking them...
gotta make sure no ones coming up...if they are cut em down...
get back to ya hoods bitches...go back to the gutta clowns...
them otha towns...
aint got nothing on the windy city...it'll fucking blow you off the stage...
you got the softest rage...
ive got the hardest anger...harm this stranger...
you'd have to take my rope...try n disarm this strangler...
you aint gonna win cuz im the dopest since weed...
hoping its me...if anyone asks you whos dope...
answer the dopest is D............
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yo yall prolly neva heard of me but thats alright
cause one day no one will be more feared in a rap fight
im like shaq i am never dominated
one day for MVP i will be nominated
i'll send u to the ER if ya meet our G's
the illiance dawg we the illest mc's
ill spit at ya from the good book or from the back of my mind
just look no one can beet my rhymes
got cash flowin out the windows of our escalade
as we roll through Oakcliff sendin people to their graves
growin up i was poor but look at me now im richer than bill gates
hav more illegal money than the cops can count straight
i produce beats and rhymes when im let loose
i cypher write till i die just to and rhyme better than Dr. Seuss
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there is no hotter guy then I
I dare you too try
fuck the sun just look up and see me in the sky
ya boy get bucks like tampa
and bang heat like miami
keep the hottest gear cuz ya boy stay fresh like manny
rox is the hardest atrist, I grew up stone hearted
my rep on the street never faced defeat
my record is concrete, i'm the biggest target so dont sleep
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It's Syck the name known and hated even on yo-street/
I spyt fyre while other nigga's gotta suck Shaq dick to blow-heat/
Lyrical 'mast-er-mind' makin you realize your 'past-yer-prime', DAMN/
You on 'Casp-er-lines' of blow i'm meetin ya bitch 'aft-er-nine', BLAM/
should be elite bringin demise to fleets you rep what streets?/
you'za pip-squeak I rise to feats who step that deep?/
Syck the un-signed hype, stay Hi like an un-lined kite/
keep the gun-lined rite, how long can he flow it's un-timed despite/
the fact that i could go two-hun-dred, hell may get signed like The Game/
roll wit those who-run-it, and all who oppose it's guranteed that He Lame/
blah^^15 mins max......get on my level nigga's....what's that you say?? oh sure i've got a ladder rite here.....<^get it..LOL...get at me.
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ya boy is a flow burner spittin supreme gasoline
hittin cats with words like i'm throwin a smack magazine
Rox is the rawest cat in place since gang green
i make dudes shake and scream like a ceizure
lyrical blow torch leave you heated like a fever