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sp0t - w0rdplay *HOTNESS*
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Peak #968
Peak in subgenre #553
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June 07, 2004
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Your rocks and dope slangs got you where youre at today and 3 glocks shot u , and now your body lays a bloody phase made a closed casket go under the ground im sinister with a .43 silenced, except for the painful sounds and you coulldn't reach my level once i mastered my speech mount everest got nothin on me if u wanted to test my peak an avalanche of my rhymes made the world come to an oblivion backtrack my past and kill me cuz im known as the silly one i control all mc’s, I release all with my strength and energy just try to hold me back when the mic is right in front me and suddenly, everything around me turns against me my allies multiply then converts into enemies quit tryin to play so brave no way to stay unscathed no matter what you say till this day i remain unphased i'll survive, stayin alive with ur illiterate grammar that got enough authority to throw you in the fuckin slammer cuz i know what matters when it comes to droppin ill rhymes that intertwine around your spine and give u the chills and now u've been rejected there aint nothin left but sorrow thats what u get for thinkin my spits were there to borrow sp0ts flowin, no doubt i’m golden inflicting pain when i rip shit before its even out the colon mouths are swollen, when hit wit the knuckles of my rhymes crashin mc’s before theyre ready so they cant buckle up in time so many weak rappers these days like accidents on freeways misguided inspiration "driven" to think backwards in a speed chase left you with a bad back and a needed neck brace scarred you with a spot to recognize who fucked up ur face styles be manipulated b4 the death of a rappers faith when did originality in genes become a recessive trait one hard breath of air to the lungs is all that it takes exhale the vapors and slice the truth like a piece of cake Wack cats, I’m sendin em to the depths of hell Scratch that, I never max-out, cuz I rep myself The rest can tell, these sucka emcees aint claimin shit they thought they were on fire, but they weren’t even lit My name, remember it, get it etched in ur mind But you? We’ll never see again like a second in time This aint a neck snapper, im just dissecting your spine When the next rappa comes, your wishing your deck would rewind I’m spitting, flexing my rhymes like Dr. Seuss in a gym Fuck the non-believers, Hip-hop’s just music to them You don’t know my friends. We shine like diamond rings And we’ll show you that da coalition is a beautiful thing
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