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Date Posted: 16:10:35 04/16/03 Wed
still got more peeps to the group but there not online at the moment. peep this back n forth flowz
(KBK)
Throwin the math, yo my whole staff's
on attack, on the rap check the warning track
Rap quarterback, leadin the Patsies in the stack
When the, tongue ;is the trigger I "Squeeze 1st" like Jigga
I'm bigger than a .38, when I terminate
If I'm, fly by night it's cause I, sleep 'til 6
Wake up, cop clothes rock shows with top flows
I be, non-peace, being in every beast
Weapons of the East take it back, give your head a crease
Leave you dead at least, we roll deep with no beefs
On point like both (?);, my breddren hold heat
Leave you, with no teeth like, Kermit the Frog
Murder your squad, with the fear of God, herbin you frauds
****Dust Busta****
Yo I hack phlegm and grab the mic by it's stem
To publically humiliate you like a bad friend
Everywhere we go it's like yo that's them
The mad men ballin out like the Pac-10
My ideo-logy embodies thoughts at high velocities
My life is quite an ;odyssey
End careers with the pen, but never write apologies
Trite psychologically
(KBK)
I'm crackin open domes, leavin broken bones, overgrown
With the vocal tone, rap the Moses Malone
Im deattachin my own skull so I can soak it in chrome
Then come back like I'm Destro's clone to take my throne
I'm well known, lyrically my skill is well shown
Im deadly, and epidiemically Im full blown
****Dust Busta****
Nigga I was raised in a house full of dope fiends,
Admiring ballers who sold cream, my street dream
Like Nas mansion and four car garage,
Keep trust in God with mob niggas in my enterouge/
Through the muthafuckin' projects I guess it's in my blood,
Sometimes it seems like i'm next to be a thug.
And end up selling drugs like ma father
Or like my partner on the block, man when I holler, squattin impalas
Slanging rocks, man, it don't stop,
Keeping the glock up in the cut cuz niggas know I, get sho' stopped
(KBK)
Pussy, I'm like a Willie Mays rookie
While you're a '93 Jody Reed, so slow your speed
Got motherfuckers fightin over weed
I cut up guys like butterfly knives
Should of died last, rhyme-wise I'm Jesus times the fives
Quick to finalize my plans for your demise
(Comet Cleaning Residue)
I'm a killah damn, with a 100 lyrical milligrams/
hit me with your lyrical darts, but still I stand/
on the stage with a microphone in my hand/
I'll make you pailer than you covered in water and white sand/
you'd get smacked with the "right" hand, get "left" behind/
some many lines disperced, makes it look like we're traveling in time/
unraveling the rhymes/, witness the thrashing of your rhymes/
and I'm trashing your enzymes/, under the ultra violet shine/
one at a time/, I let the barrel revolve/
I'm lyrically unsolved while you're mysteriously dissolved/
of course, you're typically involved/ in a fraud/
of fake rhymes, you're fake cuz you only get fake applause/
harder than 200 men inside of a boulevard slut/
I keep my ass hard shut/, don't be cracking shit
cuz I spit more shit than you without the new laxidive
don't get mad at spits, get mad at me/
cuz it had to be done, with or without my lyrical calvery/
I even slept with your momma, get the panties G/
they're tripple XL, I'm not fake, that's what she handed me/
for the splendid time, give me some nicorette/
cuz I'm not trying to smoke you like a cigarette/
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