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• 3 time Capcom vs SNK 2 Champion, World Champion Swordsman, Joining the Elder Godz
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• Gundam Wing, Inuyasha, Robotech, Rorouni Kenshin, S-cryed, Cowboy Bebop, Outlaw Star, G Gundam, Hellsing Ultimate, Digimon, Fist of the North Star, Zoids, Escaflowne, Full Metal Alchemist, DBZ and IGPX
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• Become Better Swordsman
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• Sharpening swords and Scythe
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• Incredible Speed and power, able to control flame( which is the color silver)
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Monday, May 8, 2006
Death Freestyle
Yo, I got stress on my brain that causes chest pains/
Inside the best frames ghetto blood clots is scored by slug shots
And drug spots/ well if you’re too poor to move out
Or get a new house/ it’s like livin in a war walkin through shootouts/
And you doubt God exists/ when hard fists
Be poundin on your head like jackhammers
You’re trapped in the black drama/ you hear the laughter
Seconds after that you fade out/ you’re played out/ you’re laid out
Your heart nearly gave out/ you’re lucky that you made out
With just a few scars when the beating ends
The streets let ya breathe again/
But evil men, will soon be on the receiving end
Of universal law/ I’m callin on the meek and the poor/
To fight back and never forfeit the day you have to go to war/
With forces that are armed upon the seven continental borders/
A mental fortress is essentials to absorb this/
My sword hits the human orb until it orbits/
In the art of war kids see grym reap be morbid/
Since pieces of the lost civilization in the past
Had my photographs etched inside of pyramids
To laugh at this revelation, without 365 days of concentration
And twenty-four hour meditation, would be foolishly pagan
I’m ancient as ’amen’, see I stay grym
Throwin fools in in a pit full of pit bulls to be shaken
Or strapped to the crossroads of hell and inner sin
Which trap the sinners in, to sell such in sing-sing
I bring grym tidings, tidal-ed your wave all not exciting
Stop riding the dick, start writin your own shit
Cause I stick figures that think they fat and can’t rap wind blast
I make em slim fast, lookin like stick figures
I’m all that, I bag chips at concerts and shows
Get more panties than hoes that boost victoria secret clothes
Foes is tagged like ex-foes toes at the coroner’s
Kids with cold feet rise and fall like the barometer
Grym will mentally chop your career
See shit is locked down here, like penitentiary blocks in tears
Escape outta your ducts every time you hear my name
You better duck fate, or catch a fuckin face full of duct tape
You get smacked like a trick that sniffed off her money
Then smoked like rzarector with the blunts dipped in honey
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