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LK Finals vs Loose Logic
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Wassup everybody...Just call me Mike Mo....i liked to call myself the Emcee Next Door because i feel like i have music that anyone can relate to. I've got some other soundclicks floating around but I haven't been putting my music to the net much lately. I've been at this for about 10 years now and I like what i've done with my craft. I'm an 18 yr old resident of Va beach 2 UP 2 DOWN! ALL DAY.....I;m going to get back into this net thing because it's way more listeners on the net than there is in your household ya dig....feel free to hit me up....mikemorris@indigored.net and add me @ myspace.com/itsmikemorris!!!!!
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Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #854
Peak in subgenre #442
Author
Mike Mo
Uploaded
January 26, 2008
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MP3 3.9 MB • 128 kbps • 4:17
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Either u lose lose bad and u aint getting paid… So pick ya destiny and I aint jbullz and cage… Call hope I hope I hope answers… U supposed to be battling me but it sound like u battling throat cancer… And I see u like rock and roll..so of course… U sound like tom morello played a solo with ya vocal cords… He belives in reincarnation so when that mans down… He’ll come back to the earth as finales grandchild… Tell me whats on ya mind….when u spittin double time… The shit would prolly work for you….if u was busta rhymes… U a jerk…loose softer than a nerf boy… And the truth hurts loose logic is a church boy… So when he rushin his rhymes I can’t blame em… He gotta finish before his momma find the shit and detain em.. U and dirty wrds would’ve been a better final… 2 niggaz spittin at each other for the wackest title… think about what them niggaz got em common… both of em got mixtapes but aint nobody tryna cop em… beat me u never will…I never fail… and even though its on dat piff…never die will never sell…. Either u deserve an I should be killed stamp.. Or a sign that says kick me I rap like I was kicked out of ill bills camp… He was on the couch with a therapist for anger problems… And said dick riders keep me calm but those pills can’t U seen what I rip thru…bitch dude… Tu es basura…loose is the net version….of pitbull( you are garbage in spanish) Bow down u cock sucker… Im a kick loose logic out of lyrickings call em guaps brother!! The majority of profits is monotnous… The game likes soulja boy they don’t wanna hear logic… I got his roots tearing… I’ll scuff his new boots then leave loose witta loose tooth callin the tooth fairy… I heard ya bitch got her lick her license lickin dikes…with mad pubic hair.. So when u kissin her she lickin lice… I split reps….he vowed to confessed..… He a damsel distressed I aint even clowned on ya pics yet… He want me to pamper him… Talking bout he should’ve left his house cuz he baby sitter would tamper…him… Throwin tantrums…and thinking that he could beat me… That’s as funny as pen bein the undisputed champion… Rap is not in you u a a bad writer is truthful… Stick 2 ya day job and do the bullfighter with noodles.. Logic is a miserable bitch… The type of nigga that farts under the covers sniffs and giggles and shit… I spit rhymes u sound more like u spittin riddles… Like u throat is a bass drum…and ya top lips a fiddle… He got a lover that tickle his pickle when he on the crapper… So I guess life to you is all shits and giggles… Ya trash reign is over ya dead… I wrote this shit drunk…so my belt can hang over ya head… Im a champ pop bottles out… Niggaz gonna thank me for no longer havin to think when I knock logic out… Im dream sick things when I spit 16’s… Like killin loose with a noose…and put the shit on a big screen… The momentum of a champ is felt…. U wear girl pant…I sag so im the one that’s wearin the belt… U rap like u had a bad nite…witta fat dyke… fightin over scraps of black rice and a crack pipe… when loose is in his home all alone he gets bored with his fingernails…and paint it black like a rolling stone… the gon be wonderin why homie log missin… cuz…im a pro tool…loose stuck up in adobe audition… i heard he was addicted 2 gay porn…and ya acne… look like u fell asleep on a pillow of acorns…. I bet this crack fiend hopin… That the more he keep rappin like twista he can make a track with d omen… U not a bad ass u a wack ass… Dude that rap like he wrapped his head up in a trashbag…. The fuck this tard think?? The only reason u a problem cuz u never take showers and ya arms stink! U aint winnin this tournament its got to be… A fact that Puerto Ricans only win the lottery!!!
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