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vs DurtyRonn
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vs DurtyRonn... Probably eitha one of my best or worst mixes, i cant quite figure out, cuz i been litenin to it for the last hour or so..lol
rap freestyle hiphop unde
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The New Era.....
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#153,091 today Peak #1,112
#5,895 in subgenre Peak #32
Author
Coptic
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2004 LocDown Records®, All Rights Reserved.
Uploaded
April 08, 2004
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MP3 2.1 MB 128 kbps 0:00
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His Pic's On The Site, For The Personals
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ill give you two steps, go head and run nuisance// tie ya hands up with the flow like ya loose ends// stab you like new friends, keep this chicken roost-en// homie ya useless, like one of ya two "n"s// (record another) saw ya pic dog, look like a cracked out frog// the beat splits you with the "axe" and finishes with the "saw"// reputations at steak, so im keepin it raw// ya talents like Tiger Woods, always 12 under par// im the better man, killin this kid straight vet-er-ran// my punches like scratched records, need to be said again// Ronn boy, im Rogain, straight ta ya head again// im sick with blurred vision, like I OD'd on med-i-sann//(medicine)(record another) im your last hurrah when im uploadin bars// cuz my Sounds been Clicked on so hard its gettin scars// makin retards when im loadin up shots// i must be "Bravehearted" how im only "fuckin scots"// quit the "sas" with me, ya attitudes "ass" "backwards"// your online ranks the only thing "established"// you die to quick, im only thinkin slaughter// but ill rearrange ya quote and piss in ya drinkin water// ill hustle all ya bars, kill ya lungs asthmatic// wigger ya facials white, but ya lips is black bitch// fat ass shit, with an ego to match// cuz my bars is aresenic fish, lethal to cats//(record another) step to me, i will leave you crime scened// then draw you the tears, so cry when im writing// cry when the night sings, my scopes got eagle-d eyes// illegal highs leave you laced in white by the POL-I's//(police)(record another) ya whackness like wrong scales, just so "OFF-TON"// this "STreet Disciple" worships the ground that i walked on// my flow is fecal, so im always "on shit"// leave ya nut's bonded, just give up like Kon did//
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