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yo man they had they time lets pass the mic my rappins tight,
yall fags ain't half as nice when cas and I prepare to rhyme,
let me brake the mold, and lay the tone, my name is known,
and we two tainted souls that mainly flow creative poems..
It's straight from dome, with cunning speech on drummin beats
Maintain a flow, each one we speak is from beneath,
That's our life, to pass the mic like hot potatoe,
Every drop is able to rock the topic playful like rocking cradles
its not a fable ain't got a label we spit for rep,
an grip the pen to assist wit stress an live past death,
who wanna try this teen? been ridin beats since I was three,
we on a higher league like climbin trees wit minor teams,
Finally, don't mind if we rhyme our speech at higher speeds,
Say good bye to rivalry when you combine these mindful teens,
My technique is catchy with this medley rhyming,
Every enemy is hiding from this deadly alliance...
we are... two mindful youth who decide to choose to rhyme in booths,
the, insightful clues... enlightened proof... unbiased truth...
I exert my soul till each person know the purpose shown,
an burn the show wit urban flows till the curtains close...
We deserve the throne, but due to censorship, my pen resists,
So we let the devil just exit us like an exorcist,
Can't stand the waiting, damn the patience till we grand and famous,
We demand to take an application as the rappin's greatest...
stand on stages hands is shaking but my fans is waitin,
exam my brain for half the pages in my pad an paper,
Pen, mic, pad... the end rides back,
to the beginin innocent children... the best times passed,
Death might lapse, latched at the gates trapped with satan,
Some say rap has faded, I'll be glad to take it back to basics,
Design enlightnened rhymes, letter off train thoughts,
If you decide to cross me you better not J walk
ha, cause we pour our souls in all these poems we sorta spoke,
I was born to flow my thoughts and hopes till boards explode,
rappin for three years... gettin better wit words,
me an casper'll be here... till the end of the earth...
And since we entered at birth till we decend in the dirt,
We'll be defending our turf from every nemesis earned,
No reverie whenever we better heavenly words,
Leverage terms every turn give the respect we deserve...
yo we destined to earn respect... two legends at work,
blessin each sentence and word, expressin venemous verbs,
each second thas turned's remembered, an a lesson is learned,
yall should disperse before you stepped on like a tenement curb...
It's definite word, we are like a needle in hay
Seeking fame, releasing tapes so that the people'll play,
We murder beats verbally, word and me will last eternities,
Staying strong and saying songs until the day were gone...
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