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Forty Diss (Rnd Two)
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umm we decided to battle and get it up all in one day so yea its kinda rushed....but its a rematch www.rapdome.com/dome
i'm DA ONE AND ONLY
Chi-town nigga show yall that we really can rap jus being slept on at the moment shout out to 730 Kanye keep doin ya thing [IMG]http://rapcentre.com/forum/uploads/post-24-1083502418.gif[/IMG]
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Hip-Hop • Battles/Disses
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Peak #1,459
Peak in subgenre #104
Author
Da Prize
Uploaded
June 16, 2004
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MP3 2.0 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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yo i heard this nigga must want the caps to pill up/ claiming realest killas when u nice to every nigga/ it aint that hard to figure...that ya rhymes is soft/ u claiming that u kno me when u personals always off/ its a respectable loss...when u lose to the prize/ open ya eyes no need for a 40 when u in the sky/ someone always dies and its the bitch this time/ ya ryhmes faker than saint nick before christmas time/ u aint hard to find...i peep where T Dot at/ i'm stumpin u wit blue j"s as if jordans back/ like baby's wit crack nigga u goin insane/ he'll be leaking once he get popped like corks from champaigne/ its a damn shame ya niggas left u lonely/ 40 0z'll hit the dirt like respectin loss homies/ da one an only....nigga i'm simply the nicest/ the way i'm breakin down 40 like a mid life crisis/ snatch ya life kid....nobodies got ya back/ sad to kno ya own brother only wanted ya hacks/ cant drop a real track....cuz ya lyrics is ass/ i'm gettin rid of 40 ounces like calculating mass/ stuffed in a bag... waiting to get beheaded/ all yall punches is weak an i aint sorry i said it/ try to accept it that ya family jus cant rhyme/ one liners be dead and flatter than chalk outlines/ count the chimes...its time to send the missles/ ya skill falls off more than chains on bicycles/ fruity jus like skittles u got a S on ya chest/ not a semi jus the mess i left from the tecks/ i'm a head the rest i dont even need my legs/ punches jus make 40's worthless like parties wit kegs/ i'm on the grind like pegs....u get stuffed in u haul vans/ u shouldnt even talk when u look like ru paul as a man/ them heineken keg cans got 40 ounces beat/ u outta place like vegetables at hannible lectors seat/ this how i often greet niggas who think they good/ u kno wanna be gangstas reppin canadian hoods/ live like u should or i might waste u brotha/ my guns make repititons of sounds like kids that stutter/
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