;ÐiCe lost to Mr. UnIque (1 to 4)
Massachusetts
#justsayin
beore we start it man, i already know they'll vote for my plan, fingers point like Uncle Sam
tell me why Mr. UnIque came to a gun fight toatin a rubberband, this isnt summer camp
kids go to sleep, if they feel hands under their sheets and since Mike is dead, it's most likely UnIque, dream and you will see
my knowledge isnt Common in emcees you envy ones like me, but lets pause it
i'm in my prime like Optimus finishing all 3 degrees in isloated Colleges
so if you think i dont know my BIZ, by the end of this verse you'll be swallowing my kids
and licking your lips, man you a bitch
i'm ready to go, don't need to stretch, crack my neck or even flex
i'll wedge a razors edge deep into your head and peal back whatevers "said"
afterwards you're likely dead, look i don't have to be Blood for my favorite color to be red and i for certain don't plan on being caught by a FED
they said on the old site i was too much like a thug, well tough love i guess
cause i dont think half the vets on this site know bout hiding from techs in the neighbors truck bed eatin the dope like wheat bread then being locked up and faced with 10.
i was a thug before i rapped, now i'm focused on the track and fulfilling gaps in my mind that lyrics and instrumentals craft.
most competitors on this site probably think i'm wack and trash, but let it be known i'd never drop a HATE VOTE just to get you back, that is pussy movement and i'm FAR FROM THAT!
tell me why Mr. UnIque came to a gun fight toatin a rubberband, this isnt summer camp
kids go to sleep, if they feel hands under their sheets and since Mike is dead, it's most likely UnIque, dream and you will see
my knowledge isnt Common in emcees you envy ones like me, but lets pause it
i'm in my prime like Optimus finishing all 3 degrees in isloated Colleges
so if you think i dont know my BIZ, by the end of this verse you'll be swallowing my kids
and licking your lips, man you a bitch
i'm ready to go, don't need to stretch, crack my neck or even flex
i'll wedge a razors edge deep into your head and peal back whatevers "said"
afterwards you're likely dead, look i don't have to be Blood for my favorite color to be red and i for certain don't plan on being caught by a FED
they said on the old site i was too much like a thug, well tough love i guess
cause i dont think half the vets on this site know bout hiding from techs in the neighbors truck bed eatin the dope like wheat bread then being locked up and faced with 10.
i was a thug before i rapped, now i'm focused on the track and fulfilling gaps in my mind that lyrics and instrumentals craft.
most competitors on this site probably think i'm wack and trash, but let it be known i'd never drop a HATE VOTE just to get you back, that is pussy movement and i'm FAR FROM THAT!
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Nevada
"Speak what I want, I don't care what y'all feel" NAS
Alright I've had enough of the boring rhymes
With that said, it's story time
Years ago emcee's used to fear the flow
One vote could steer the show
A trip through memory lane, equivalent to a miracle
And since I’m getting spiritual
Allow me a moment to teach you about being lyrical
It’s about more then putting rhymes together
First you have to learn how time it better
Hope you don’t mind the pressure
But in a room full of blinds is hard to find the treasure
Metaphors‘ and similes
Each keys to victory
I mean a emcee’s flow is shit
When ya blow it to smithereens
But half you clowns don’t not what dopeness is
You’re just hoping ya friends will quote ya spit
So someone will vote for it
But when this site is dead how can anyone but the leeches hope to win?
Maybe it’s about time I Spoke to them
Grow up, get a job, quit pretending to be hard,
I mean any slob can say they spit be bending they bars
But how much of no money can you be spending on cars?
When ya life is ending depending on cards
With that said, it's story time
Years ago emcee's used to fear the flow
One vote could steer the show
A trip through memory lane, equivalent to a miracle
And since I’m getting spiritual
Allow me a moment to teach you about being lyrical
It’s about more then putting rhymes together
First you have to learn how time it better
Hope you don’t mind the pressure
But in a room full of blinds is hard to find the treasure
Metaphors‘ and similes
Each keys to victory
I mean a emcee’s flow is shit
When ya blow it to smithereens
But half you clowns don’t not what dopeness is
You’re just hoping ya friends will quote ya spit
So someone will vote for it
But when this site is dead how can anyone but the leeches hope to win?
Maybe it’s about time I Spoke to them
Grow up, get a job, quit pretending to be hard,
I mean any slob can say they spit be bending they bars
But how much of no money can you be spending on cars?
When ya life is ending depending on cards
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