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Monday, May 15, 2006


   Freestyle
Yo yo
I'm entirely too hard to listen to talk/
I get raw and get this clip and draw/ send you to Mars/
Niggaz with hidden hearts get written off/
Find yaself bruh/
You barely know what your click is called/ cowboy
You wish you could spar with half of a mind/
Kill you with half of a line
without a need to continue the bar/
It's a infamous art/ not many can spit from the heart/
Turnin pens into darts/
It's what you call meant for the charts/
So rather I'm sayin, "Fuck you," and flippin you off/
Man these infinite thoughts in the bank, so enter the vault/
My visions assault your sister for description are lost/
Every time a nigga piss me off, stick on the wall/
So even when the nigga not lookin he listen and pause/
Forget it dog, when I spit at y'all, you shit in your drawers/
I'm comin at you from e'ry angle/
and the shit can be very painful/
So how you luh that? Scared ain't you..

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