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Only Gentlemen Rest (Diss responce)
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You kids should have never opened this box.Time travelling sucks, I'll have to break my way through the charts! Dedicated to Bo-J and Nick. Here is the track that started the beef: http://www.soundclick.com/bands/4/axisandalliesbojmusic.htm
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Single Rap Artist using new and old school beats, prolific writing, and all types of tempo.
Hey, My name is Ian, AKA Rave'n. This is a page containing all of my raps, available free, for streaming and downloading. I like to think of my raps as cognitive street style. I try to convey meaning in many of them, and attempt to do more than settle for the base of a rhyme. I search for sense, you could say.
Song Info
Charts
Peak #3,658
Peak in subgenre #1,794
Author
Rave'n
Rights
Ian J. Milheim
Uploaded
March 04, 2005
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MP3 9.2 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Lyrics
Who punched ya? Oh wait, not me, that be annie krocher, Time to put on you're fake face for poker, while your blood spreys like a super soaker, red like your wrecked car's fender, Like you could call yourself mentor, Here's a lesson for ya, Best get dental before ya teeth start falling out like edward norton, mention heroine, dog what you been snorting? I'm just a just a crazy raving liberal, torching flags support abortions, save the dolphins, seeing nonsence in seeing flag toting coffins to deal with oil problems, hording a boring pastey voice, touring kentucky, Preying to get lucky, in the tub, with his rubber ducky, and Marty wants a piggy quickey, knows kermits legs individually, and whats between to him is no mistery, knows all about the muppets personally, he knows if fozzy has an outie or an innie Yea we talk about tupac and we talk about biggie, when we talk about art, Nicks looks like fucking squigglies, I could scribble copy quickly, Off the drawing on with with my CD, blockbusters couldn't sieze what I'll be making momentarily in a sence monetarily cash repents from thee, represents my whole destiny, you stuck embezzeling, your treasure ends with the bottom of the barrel, bottom of the sea, mine keeps going up like a yearly payroll, riasing as you flee, and please talk about xanga in a rap, I'd hang you up for that, that phone convo was backed by joking, laughing right behind your back So as I proceed to let your lip bleed, sow the seeds of my lead, mi liege, best bow down to me, ready for that bloodbath unleashed to clash not only did I do the math, I aced the fucking class, name the place where I'll suceed you hang at the colony square, ignored by shakleford, you just sat in that chair, not so cocky now, is that verse not fair? I thought you wouldn't care, even though you depressed on msn twice this year, disguising lice with you black hair, you originally wieghed thrice times your size my dear, your guitar sounds like screaming mice to my ear, trying to be damien rice with blowers daughters, omit daughter, and you're clearly queer, so don't switch the topic, and don't veer, here's a slick string of rhymes for you to hear, So pretty much Marty and Nick, I'll lay you pricks 6 bricks thick in my bassment, thats right, rave'n's a mason, always been amazing now he's laying the foundation, paving dedications to himself with this bass and waiting for a demostration against him, not happining, he's rapping now, hands clapping now, Even tabatowski throws in the towel, Like a comic book hit, plow, axis, you raps is foul, allies, best get it together right now, I'm ready for a battle royal, I ain't so coy now, you pink like floyd now, run to the southside with lyod now, Lock and load no glocks exposed my shots explode aimed at your chode oh no my foe, your flow, no go, my probe runs over crushed you like a boulder, full disclosure, get exposure, you allergic to abrosia, you got asthma, Packed inside of your blood plasma, hey pick me up from c-cad dad and mama, no parking money for ya, so mark devries controls ya, and You know you love his beard so long, when you applied black dye, of course you wore tighty whiteies, wishing that you had a thong, always wanting to show off to mr. king kong, talk bout wrong, ding dong, knock on door to your dorm, hold on, hold on, me and mark ain't dressed, I mean we ain't done, widdled down to nothing, you only you're scent remains, perfume, achoo, you weazing, barely breathing you zoom home but your breath machine ain't working, it just bent boom, uh-oh, like a loony toon, I threw it in a black hole vacuum, in the back room, marty's eyes can't protrude, like he just took a valium, can't dilude you rapscaalion, and I'm ashen like volcanoes, with just as much passion, flying over like a falcon but dark and moreno, like a raven, not into saving now, I'm just saying this now, I'm just lay
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