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The Last Stand (ABL Play-off Finals)
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I kill kids in groups of three.
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dope shit, bitch
was born in 1985 as Zachary Martin, son to a business woman and a jazz musician. Homeschooled until 6th grade, Zac was exposed to things many kids his age were never aware of. Whether marching through the crowded streets of Washington D.C. alongside his mother or sitting in his father's lap while he played guitar, Zac was always taught to pursue his dreams to the best of his ability. , and recorded his first album. Containing 100% original material produced entirely by himself on a Casio piano and recorded with a dynamic mic and a rebuilt 486 PC computer, was his first attempt to contribute to the world of hip-hop that he loved so much. even parodied Em's current hit of the time "The Real Slim Shady" in a not-so-subtle mockery of the comparisons, due only to skin color. Although the album lacked any serious demand, those that did hear it took to numerous songs. a slow and dragging anthem to society's need for intoxicants, got the most attention. Although the quality of the mix was "complete and utter amatuer dog shit," as put it, the quality of the lyrics is what got the most mention. got back to work and made the rough draft of a mixtape called depicting competing against the angel of death in a battle of wits and childhood games for his soul, is still hailed as one of his most original and comical tracks to date and was immediatly taken to by fans when he leaked a rough copy to the net. said in an interview. 's discology is only at a whopping 2 final products. The second effot by Zac, , was finished and released in winter of 2004. The title poked fun at rappers who would memorize verses so they could spit them in cipher like they were freestyles. remembers, chuckling. and got the attention of those who had yet to discover 's music, and got rave reviews from friends and fans. His mix of social consciousness and witty one liners combined with precise alliteration quickly made his sound unique, and he's kept busy since. became a music enrichment teacher for the Akron Public School system, and taught afterschool classes to middleschool children in over half the district over the course of two years. Focusing on the instrumentalization of is music during that time, he produced something for almost everyone he's worked with. He now runs a site where he sells his production and allows people to preview his works. has already made it clear that 2007 will be a year of his career people will remember. With two EPs slated for release late this year, and a long awaited mixtape said to be nearing completion, it doesn't look like ever stopped cooking up new batches of material. he squeezes through a smirk. finally start talking again, folks." (Mixtape) (EP) (EP)(LP)
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#745 today Peak #699
#18 in subgenre Peak #17
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the MIME
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2007
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January 13, 2008
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MP3 4.3 MB 128 kbps 4:44
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[ meks ] Meks, you best believe it. Always gonna get looked down on, like sexy cleavage. This is your death repeated. He fucked a MILF once and wanted to pound bare then screamed at his mom he was coming, but she wasn't downstairs. You're a sick fuck, thats why you're going to lose to Stryk 'cuz he's coming in second. You're even number two loser, bitch. Like Meks?! Who is this? Seriously, who you diss? Only way this dude the shit is due to all his doo-doo spits. I'm making home made pasta, don't get your noodle split. You're fucked whether you know it or not like a roofie slipped in the drink of a goofy bitch who, never knew that dudes were pricks, went out clubbing without her husband and got her coochie dicked. See, Meks, I can do a long punch but whenever you do your songs suck. Take the backseat. Dude you suck at spitting. So next time you say you gonna kick rhymes, I'm gonna hope you mean you're fucking quitting. [ dj pizza face ] Better understand, dude. marathon runner versus finish line ribbon means you're gonna get ran through. 'Cuz In the rhyming biz, I'ma clock maker. Putting hands to the Face; So, you know what time it is. First place is mine. All of yall are sucking second 'cuz hes a DJ, and he can't even touch my record. I'm kinda fly with letters; Always try to rhyme it better. You getting buried 'cuz you booty, like a pirate treasure. You'll go to step and walk though me. Not knowing you got ghosted just trying to talk to me. Tried to ask a black guy if he rapped fly; Comedy Central sent him a letter telling him to stop stalking Paul Mooney. The way that you spitting, cuz, the only way you'll get a buzz is replacing Philly guts with sticky buds and twisting up. Pizza has the thickest crust, due to all the dick he sucks, all around his lips and stuff. Buddy, you're a bitch to us. [ stryk 9 ] Yeah, I slaughtered you, buddy. I even made the beat. Thats why I'm erked people denying that I be making heat. But if he ran the track, I promise that he paid for cleats. Basically your cadence peaked, delivery is played and weak. Somebody tell karate kid he going 'gainst a shogun. Your flows terrible. I had it mastered in 01, and looking back I think I blow, son. Get updated. I've upgraded to snuff haters even when they're no ones. Offense on St D like free clinics. Please mimic somebody else, I'm flattered but you've reached the limit I'm going to allow these critics to give you credit for using that weak gimmick. You got beef? Well, Mowf got his teeth it. Dog fight. Rottweiler off his leash in it on some Michael Vick type of shit. Insurgents get sniper hits when the rifle gripped. Knocked down quicker than a boxer when the fight is fixed. So, nighty night you bitch. Clean and tidy by the fists. Mopping up the cocky fucks, who thinking they can try my wit. You can rap a little, but you lack the urban mix so only people looping S are writing in a cursive script.
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