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vs YungTown
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my quality is still crap, and i rushed...sorry.
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Mykel (odex) is a talentless piece of trash, but have pitty on him and love his music. Or Karma will make your child as tonedeff as he is...thanks.
I'm doing many 'new' things. Mainly experimenting... The majority of the songs Im working on now are 'alternative' based...with hip hop mixed in here and there. I only did rap music for awhile, but now as bad as it may sound...I'm going to tie singing in more.
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Alternative • Experimental
Charts
Peak #185
Peak in subgenre #14
Uploaded
December 30, 2004
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MP3 1.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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Ay'o...This kid is out of his league, truth is i hate minors. YungTown's got no skills, I should let him take mine or - Dis myself, lord knows he's incapable... YungTown's in a bad state, got a bad case of being fadable. Its not debatable, mistakeable, your fate is full'a failed pages full of horrible material. I'm like a serial killer, appear in your bowl of cheerios. Lemme get serious...for a second. I've disrespected you in a way most detest'its true. Like the best would do, write as if i under-estimated you. Somebody needs to pray for you, you know there aint no savin you. Battling me is harder than any fight or satan feud. there's no escapin you... Whos praisin who? I don't wanna begin to crush ya faith dude, but by the time ive played with you, you'll be questionin HAYsus who? heres where lamens ensues...I make you question who the real king is....as i continue.... This kid claims to do graffiti, well I'ma paint a picture. You should stick to text rappin, theres no creative mixture. I'm stainin all ya figures, leavin ya style broke... lets be real, you aint tag, unless you're taggin the ropes. I've gotta say something, and i aint predictin' ya hopes... But your name has something you'll never get at ya shows..."OOOOOOO"s I'm showin slack, and i'm still poundin ya raps. Battling me's the only way this Town'll get on the map! The sound of that, is this kid losing by knock-out. If this was a job, You'd be callin me boss, and you'd be clocked out. Silly kid, cant even spell young it's true... Young's gotta letter that resembles the loser here....YOU. Not to be rude, but may i be dismissed? My first word beat your first verse, my first verse..your self worth and existance!
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