Rhyme Rotten... (fake boi'z sit down)
(G-Doc) Play this 1 loud...
UK Rap ,Hip Hop, Freestyle...
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Me,Nykon n Chunk are back... but now Rones in the group... so even hotter then MMM now...
Where under the name...
*** SUMTHIN DODGY ***
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WWW.NYKON.TK n WWW.BADBREED.TK n searh 4 Francis Baby Kid a.k.a Spynal
***NEW NEWS***
6 new tracks to be added this month from my new mix-tape from 1/11/06
Sumthin Doge mix complete get at me for it... be on new mix-tape
The Boy From Grayz-end Vol 2 is now is progress
The Boy From Grayz-End Vol 1 is complete (all tracks on site. (top 13)
***OLD NEWS***
My Mix-tape (The Boy From Grayz-End Vol 1) is nearly complete... Get at me 4 a 3 Copy...
N im also puting togeather another one called (dogey thoughts of a 20 year old) its a sum thin dogey mixtape...
My Song (My Drink) 2 be on the new S.k. Mix-Tape...
(DRR)is no more rone n me are joining sumthin doge
(MMM)is Over now, with working on our own stuff...
But you never Know we could be back.....
Lyrics
DRR I’m back in this bitch
DRR ain’t having your shit
From Gravesend the Place where the pockahauntus statue stands
I ain’t dealing with you fake boys
You faker then a market stall stands
Plastered with the nickname Oxfam
The second hand man
Stealing others shit, then spitting it…
You’z a biter, lyric resier…
Rotten Records coming though
May, Rone, G-Doc, you know what we gonner do
We ain’t gonner take shit from you
Our streets ain’t pretty
But I stay grimy, Boi’s try 2 mime me
So I stay true 2 my ends, True 2 my Friends
I ain’t know Fake boy ain’t gotter pretend
I’m down for England,
Three loins Roar, the rose soar’s..
St. George a be Proud, Fly the English flag
Born in Gravesend, Raised in Bourne Road
Rotten 2 the core as I run my show, N if u didn’t know
We don’t got guns n knife’s, we got fist’s for a fight
A fist fight, Old fashion but right, Mind powers like second sight
Over in seconds I’t…, like a tekken fight…
I’m a serving dog ready 2 bite …
N I just might...
DRR n we keeping it tight…
Use a under dog n that’s where u staying
Get on your knees n start praying
We ain’t playing, you know the saying
Stick’s and stones, well my words hurt
Cut though ya bones like Blazes, Arms severed, as the blood sprays
My Shit’s Crazed, Like the Krays, Doc in a daze for days…
I freeze ya heart…
Got this rap shit down 2 a marital art…
I turn your face yellow like Bart
Like use about 2 bath…
Fast then a concord air craft
I’m a head of you mother fucker’s I got the biggest mast…
Cutting this water fast, I’m the future use the past…
My rhymes like fine wine get better in time…
U only stay high 4 15 like a line…
I bury you alive like shine…
Leave you scared like Gibson u seeing the signs…
Another boy from Gravesend like me is hard 2 find
Coz I rotten rhyme, I wanner be the greatest of all time…
My Rotten spit burns out your eyes n leaves u blind
Now it’s Doc’z time 2 shine…
Bark like dog with me…
Let’s chase them cat’s
My boys got my back…
I can’t believe Mayne Mountain collapsed
But that ain’t stopping me, there’s no holding me back…
Check the scroll’s and log’s
I was created by god with surpiear dialog
Lyrically god sent, The gift the experiment…
Born with a steal tougue n iron lungs…
I’m I am one…
Check the death rate in your area
It’s getting scarcer even more people wanner burry ya…
I rhyme rotten, leave you behind left n forgotten…
U biting my dust,
You can’t even see, I’m kicking up 2 much…
N I don’t give a fuck…
But that’s just me, n all I can be me…
G.D.O.C.
So I’m saying cheers like obie
U can’t contain or control me…
So bol down, past me the crown…
Fake boi’z sit down...
Coz over for you now
DRR ready 2 blow now…
Recking fools with rotten records…
Bringing some thing so special…
Fake boi’s falling off like flower petals…
Doc stinging like netals…
