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filthy
im punch ur teeth in, and make ur face shatter, like a mista potato head//
out the gate,u was scratched,not to run the track,u a converse,fronting to be a pro-ked//
son, u aint a thorobread/,u just a jock jockey,rideing for saddle burns on ya rump//
fags be dick smaching ya cheeks, now ya lipp got them crack head lipp lumps//
u a punk,/..im re-shape u wid force that transform words like a 2010 space oddessy//
better go suck avalanche off some more to get a better wack battle prophecy//
numerically i stay imperial ,check the i.p for the (i)nterlectual (p)oetry//
when you first came here, u were writting rhymes like talib kweli//
ova extended meaning, in punchlines that had no style ..but u'll never understand//
u still suck, thats why mods bring up old chat topic to see if ya ass will get band//
damn ..thought i was going to bring some lame shit and not bust off on ya rep..//
shit look at u ,..now u write like ,beanie segial ,mix wid a confused g dep/
,when ever one in flat bush knows ya wack ass, is poodle pet//
,yet,/u still trying to cover the true story,/ur flow bore me/beside that..why all ya ex turn lesbian//
ask ya self... what up wid that? ,or is it ,that they see u straight fag an queen pen femine//
i bet , they might even visualize,a strap on, too entering ya backyard like central park rapist//
"RICH " ur a homo hero ,running around in tights ,flying for dick ,capeless//
EVEN ON A.O.L, U THROWING TEXT MESSENGES, AIM LESS//
u LEROY danceING on trains in ny, but still FAMELESS..//
'peps' wont tell u ,but she knows, u could never stimulate a REAL WOMANS mental//
ur ON-LINE,..THUGGING ,cause IN THE REAL WORLD, u mickey mouse gentle//
look,RAH willl stomp THROU ya chest ,too give u a camel back hump//
SON,i'M relaxing u like rebok, foot pressing on ya toungue to stop ya heart pump//
chump,ur broke pockets, wishing to be down,like white teens window shopping in urban mall//
AKNOON,just f.o.i ya paper sheets,and slap u wid the final call//
i rebound ya plastic jackson flow,off the wall, when i spit the hell fire brimestone//
counting more qoutes, on beats, per minute,while metaphors quantize the metrodone//
u not in my class,to test...,provokeing me will GETS U SUNed //
RAH, graffS more flow,in caculus equation,thats square rooted ,to expain im THE ONE/
filthy,i will jet li out the the action,and shadow kicks ya face wid word effects/
john woo, pan the screen, as i script dilogue, too the way i direct,//
another kung fu classic on beating u the fuck up as words connect.. ...
had to fix shit...
Last edited by RAH-AK-nOON on 04/12/02 01:20:04 PM, edited 7 times in total.
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