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Reflecting on my Home town in a time of crisis
rap reggae florida freestyle battle mike sick diss dice man okc soldier cold winter jamaican carey undefeated casselberry
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Im 23, I Rap Battle, and Im PHUCKN Hungry. Bring Your shyt! www.myspace.com/TheColdWars
Im 23, I Rap Battle, and Im PHuckn Hungry as Hell! Bring YER SHYT!!! www.myspace.com/TheColdWars Check me out, and thanks for your support.
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#3,058 in subgenre Peak #38
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Peak #2,807
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The Diceman
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May 05, 2008
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MP3 1.4 MB 128 kbps 1:31
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I went home to Florida to clear my head, after being involved in some pretty serious Felony Charges, I discovered that my OWN home Town, Casselberry, has always been a bad influence on the kids raised there, not due to the economy or home life, just the role models and lack of positive motivation for those same kids who are in school. Most kids, some such as my younger brother, have lost all interest in they're education and are constantly brain washed by the media circus on the radio and television these days: Artists seem to rhyme about the SAME 6 THINGS, Money, Cars, Women, Drinks, Guns, and of coarse their home towns....Id like to share the thoughts that i had gathered after my stay in Casselberry Florida, and after i
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Havnt been home in awhile, ive been tied up.Still keep my money like yer laundry, all piled up...all my home dawgs they be gettn riled up, But im never gettn mixed up in they dumb stuff. See Enough is Enough. I came back to town, to throw some tracks down, and get fucked up. I aint the criminal type i keep my thoughts subliminal, sorta spiritual like You kNow MY LYRICS A MIRACLE Right? Casselberry, where, Assholes are burried,its hard to keep ya knife sharp when ya ass's married...Its scarry.thinkn bout the Past, I know this happiness will never last, Burgalers, and Murderers, will find my Pad, and take my Cash. Kill my Mom, my dog and my cat. I just wanna Relax,without my GAT, Find a pool some where, do a cannon Ball and Splash, At Lake Howell, the Chicks are on the prowl,Tryn to get us guys in a towel, Ya Heard? Red Bug Elemtary, Producing BREAD THUGS and eventually, the children'll end up in the STATE PENETURY.If they dont CURB, they Actions, and Splurge they passions.They education just BURNS LIKE MATCHES. TuskaWilla is the huslte killa,im from the Hollow Brook, A good Book, is the Muscle Builder, of Mind. If the Kids can FIND the Time to Read some of em, then we could possibly reduce the Crime,and Save some of em. I aint the criminal type i keep my thoughts subliminal, sorta spiritual like You kNow MY LYRICS A MIRACLE Right?
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