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can I rap to this???
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about the Keith Allen line: Wasn't bashin him at all. Cats will remember him for that one drop, n' will forget the solid career he had at UO. Nuttin but love for any UO athlete, f*** dittman!
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First and foremost...don't ever get this twisted: I'm a writer not a rapper. Been writing since 8th grade and I'm currently a freshman Duck at the University of Oregon.
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Peak #1,686
Peak in subgenre #928
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November 30, 2004
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MP3 2.3 MB 128 kbps 0:00
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One simple question, can I rap to this, Do I possess rap credential to show my talent exists? Let me assist you firmly with the truth, I’m a lion in the booth, more determined to kill verses than Ray Carruth. You want proof, generate the basis, play verbal aces, cuz I’m laying something straight, laid forward on the table to opponents, this is no debate. I can taste any new prospects fate, fake emcees out of rising luck like Ohio State. Approaching war like Kuwait, armed with a swagger but defenseless, Hidden realism like Nam, while I’m bursting what’s wrongly goin on, like swollen appendix. Eyes flaming like Jimmy Hendrix, a composed presence, verbal essence from a college student, Crossing swords with any emcee nuisance, they won’t ever give a fuck, call me prostitution. Pleading for a substitution, but the game won’t ever be coached, I fiend to be seen under microscopes, while the wealthy mope, soaked in greed while I cope, paper and pen, with a mary jane blend to elope. promoting my name with no mask or bias, alias, or disguises, no emotional surprises, soon a listener recognizes, I mean what I say, I say what I visualize and do, one motive in my message, to stay true. Misconstruing their intentions, observations lost in the 1st dimension, rapping for pension, while I’m only wishing for a little attention. Contention is based on politics, like OU 28 not winning the Heisman, The system needs open ears, and eyes to widen, then I could break a leg more vicious under pressure than Joe Theisman. Riding the sky for limits of my unknown talent, I don’t know why emcee drop only something simple like Keith Allen Too many consumed gallons, writing after pounding, sounding steady, but the mind wasn’t ready, circles on the track like Mario Andretti. Choppin’ more deadly than a jungle machete, piercing rhymes blindin, leaving yal breathless, Verbally serene but reckless, more determined to perfect like pigskin in Texas. Ambition in my breakfast, verbal supremacy is the ultimatum balance in my orchestration, facing every challenge like Dredrick Tatum.
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