Wut U Bout

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  1. bwizzle8

    bwizzle8 BULL

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    rep whateva u feelin right now, spit yo game, hood, braud, whateva the fuk u wanna so jus go
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  2. -Alk-

    -Alk- AlkatraZ

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    hmmmm.

    I'm bout bomb weed with no stems, no seeds, no crackin'
    And smackin wack emcees that change game like Bo Jackson
    I'm also bout fast cars and reliable women
    No snake tongued bitches out tryin' to preach their religion
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  3. Sir Bustalot

    Sir Bustalot I am Jesus

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    i round to the nearest denominator
    smoke some bomb marijuana an hour later-
    moved through fluid in my bong and blaze 'er....
    i dont write the song, im what ya call a song sayer
    i like to play my games by moving the wrong player
    i move through taller, greener grasses and higher hills
    be ready for what my thoughts heat amasses-
    because the height of my fire thrills!
    I aspire for more kills, highwire rhymin fa more skills
    i explore wills of men and many-
    id say more than half pretendin their pens are ready
    what im sendins heavy with weight like a lifetime
    im like the heavenly gates opening with a nice chime
    I write wine, a poet in the greatest sense
    thats feeling a need to polish the iris of the faded lense
    what i say depends, on fluid textures thats watery
    bringin together rhymes with unique mixtures of comradery
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  4. M-O-A Thug

    M-O-A Thug New Member

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    I'm rhyme, i shine, pack nines, attack kind, attack blind/
    you can't attack mine, from sunset to sunshine, skills stay refined//
    the killer kind, injure your spine, injure your kind, injure your mind/
    injure your dentures in due time, leave you screwed fine//
    but not from houston, introducin'/
    Keep it Looser than a pussy beat from the constant pushin'//
    constant swooshin', constant hoopin', constant loopin/
    constant mute'n, constant suwoopin', constant parachutin'//
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  5. Slaying Hyuse

    Slaying Hyuse Aingsly Heysu

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    i aint from the south but I feel like gettin my southern drawl on...

    I'm bout them jet black Magnums with a Hemi in the hood
    every block gettin money my whole city is a hood
    I'm bout cake wit new faces Redbones that can touch the Flo'
    watchin Paid in Full from the tub while i'm puffin dro
    I'm bout my walkie talkie when it chirps thats money comin in
    2 for 15 they love the price so they come again
    I'm bout friday nights at the bar gettin wet
    hold the bottle in my right hand dick in my left
    I'm bout my fresh cut caesar waves like crop circles
    the doors open up an the insides purple
    I'm bout the whole state of Mass. up north it gets cold
    when the cost of living rise so do the death toll
    niggas bang chrome that'll turn day to night
    if you close enough you might get hit wit a lead pipe
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  6. prophetional

    prophetional hokey muh-fuckin' pokey

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    fed right, what i write, sped right past the cops
    my life, now it's all about my wife and nice spots
    since i was a kid with speakers spliced, rice in the pot
    jammin' to some krs, ghetto boyz and tupac
    came a long way no more corners packin' that glock
    now i got that M4 with military type talks!
    4 year old daughter, mother whom i love with my heart
    close to touching everything i've dreamed of back since the start
    suckin' up the ways of life, watched too many depart
    i'll make it happen by myself and still i never will narc.
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  7. Linxz

    Linxz What!

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    shyt is major chopping quarterz wit razorz showing life SCAREZ
    cause grinding on the blade is hard feel like im lost witout a GOD
    reason why little kids running wit squadz to make SOMETHING
    outta nothing really should just stop fronting 4 haterz dare to TOUCH
    im still standing what having shoot outs wit clucks' not giving a FUCK
    so im dolo catz think im loco focus even though thoughts are NEGATIVE
    its the price i pay to justify positive its alot to give but a little to TAKE
    so wit paitents im waiting dedicating this keystyle to furture ISSUES
    that await me but capture you cause this world spins screwing u many TIMES
    cant go on angry cause all is fine though some catz eyes are BLIND
    so i gotta hold myself together to spit these rhymes leaving bitches BEHIND

    What! yea nygga either you show love or you choose to die in vain word up, its on you.
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  8. R3DRUM

    R3DRUM Bloody Mary Jane

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    People are talkin, by jayz is what im listenin to/
    Ive fucked up my brain, im up on cocaine, which isnt that cool/
    Is this the dude, that said he'd never do it/
    I just snorted this shit to try and better music/
    It didnt do it, is this fluent? i donno bout blow/
    My mouth low, dropped open at this freestyle though/
    Witha big smile too, i cant believe im runnin this fast/
    Missin the old feelin, this rolled blunt i just grasp/
    Just to get back, i smoke it, never again fuckin wit that/
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  9. Sir Bustalot

    Sir Bustalot I am Jesus

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    Just to get back, i smoke it, never again fuckin wit that

    whip crack, lip smashed, nobody can get past
    a lashing so violent it will leave ya hips dashed
    i spit ash, an they keep flying out bodies-
    to all the different regiments of *M*A*S*H*
    if i ever left the cipher id leave a void probly
    i spit for hobbies, leap buildings to avoid bobbies
    never saw me, i spit with talent and raw steez
    the breaths i draw freeze, cold and collected
    bold with phat rhymes nervously perfected
    purposely injected, like the black tar of hip hop
    im so dope yall is token like the black czar of brit pop
    feel ripped off? its cuz all the shits soft
    while i put out hits like the pissed mob
    my fist robs humans of life, grave robba
    behave proppa or theyll be exhuming you and my knife
    I get high all off a days drama, im oozing with nice
    dont need ta prove that im trife,
    while ya on here reading this im doin ya wifes
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  10. R3DRUM

    R3DRUM Bloody Mary Jane

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    'ey..Erybody wan' be the PRINCE uh da South/
    I cant help giving ding a ling to yo spouse-no doubt/
    Sorry at the moment, thats all im bout
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  11. CaTchW0n

    CaTchW0n New Member

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    S. Carter told me its about money, cash, hoes
    tell that hoe get my money, cuz im about my cash ass holes
    my math, flashy clothes, hammers, cellphone
    cuz Im well known, and where im from u can catch a shell at home
    thats why im about switchin time zones
    and beach vacations or throwin down chips in ya indian casino reservation
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  12. 6ftground

    6ftground BLACKACE/GRIMREADER

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    I’m about time, times like my brain, it’s always tic “N”
    Thinking of a master plan to collect pay from chickens
    I’m about me and my tyrants, eluding black violence,
    Collecting big faces, eluding new cases
    seeing new places, shining rims!–I’m bout spinning them,
    I’m about gunning he, who tries to gun at me,
    I’m about liven peace, bust “n” rhymes
    Living fine, got me a forty and a Phat ass dime
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  13. ThePussyMonster

    ThePussyMonster no 1 does it better

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    im bout makin cash from sun up 2 sun down/
    even if that mean i gotta load up and pump rounds/
    then ima beat these hoes up and slump clowns/
    then hit road up so i can get it off in sum towns/
    lose weight blow up and puff pounds/
    so wut im all about iz that c.r.ea.m. and thats the real deal/
    and ima get it even i gotta get like juelz on sum murda murda kill kill/
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  14. M-theory

    M-theory Saint Esprit

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    good, bad, ugly, it's all the same
    entangled by this so called game, i choose life
    it really doesn't go by any other name, don't lose sight
    if i could take this world over one piece at a time
    i still wouldn't have peace of mind, i wouldn't be satisfied
    these blackened skies reign over me
    i'm utterly discouraged by pain & poverty
    on the local scene i'm invisible to the majority
    inferiority is at war with me, each year i'm disgusted quarterly
    now if i can change the story to the better side
    the truth of these passages are hounded by clever minds
    inside my brain is a masochist left dumbfounded by
    my imperial presence tied to the essence
    the files in reference conclude my intelligence
    and the roads i could pave contrary to the negligence
    of what the conditions of this brutal world has enslaved
    the life with no other name has been saved
    good, bad, ugly, it's all the same
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