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[Jobe]
My flows damageable and flammable like gas chambers, I swing first at a nigga and ask later, toppin' millions while I stack paper
Four niggaz crusin' in these streets, do a quick drive-by when we shootin' enemies, hit up the store lootin' Hennessy
I spitting reckless, hea' the message, I havent dropped from any record
Pussy is what these suckers need, breathe in and out as I'm puffin' weed, stole a niggaz bitch whom fuckin' me
Ran to a state trooper and bust his fuckin' jaw, so I'm runnin' from them laws, now I bust and gun them all
We load 'em and keep 'Ks, everytime we speed chase, keep a gat when ya see, meh
Yeah..

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Yo peep the deal "keep it real" ain't just some mantra I chant//
It's sacrasanct. Crush a rappers sacrum coz that's just how gangsta I am//
Don't flash the backwards glance coz the might I bring just might sting//
Word to don king I like bling  and flashing my gun type thing.//
my hoods a squalid testament where a vest's a solid investment//
you can catch me on the block there with my yes men and our alcholic refreshments//
Puttin bullets in you Internet freshmen. y'all sweet deserts.// 
Don't sleep on the verse, my pain's real;  I'm so street that it hurts// 

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dat was klean.. i was jst freestylin.. i thought this was a freestyle part

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FAGGET U MAD CUZ I EXPOSED U FO BITING MY LYRICS.. & STOP POSTN GONZO'S PICS EVERY WHERE.. U & HIM WISH YALL WAS PAC..

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Again, where's the proof of ANYONE biting anything of yours?

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GONZO SINGIN SEX ROOM TO RUGGED lol

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you all bitch to much like Lyrically Inclined is a mutt
listen as i strut my stuff while i fuck him him up
dude gotta rep to protect that i will have to wreck
cause even if he shook his sreen he couldnt rock my text

BOII.. U SUCK..

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dude i would kill you

I stay wit the stutter, staccato, bravado, whatever you Fear
You can get it Here, Sacred styles intrinsic, invading ya Ear
Pop ya top like a Beer, make ya gurgle, it's all that ya Hear
Cuz Verse been banging and clanging Berrettas since the age of Ten
Clear minds mean Men survive when they ride so they can do it Again
Embrace the Buddha, make and clean ya plate, then aim with Zen
Cuz you gotta keep both eyes Open, keep ya plans Unspoken
The laces in the pocket, knotted, ready to sneak up and Choke Em
Whether ya bro's ya friend or foe, cuz every fam is Broken
Over Plottin for Rocks and watches, rings and the Chain
Ignore the Thoughts in ya heart and heed ya Brain
Fore you get Shot, jacked, and left in a chair, Lame
Gettin moved by ya Mother, and vow vengeance on ya Brother
Cuz green is the color of envy, you can ignore every Other
Spectrum, but if you Let Em, he'll be "Able" to kill for the "Caine"
You think it's a Game!? Shit aint chess it's who survives the Bang
So keep ya mind right for ya mind lies right next to the Range....

uncle sam flow, patriotic handles
i slam those,who blow my high like chanderlier candles
am so awesome, show em how i splurge
ecsentric rhymes verbs, kind pervs ob-serve
this metaphorical stalk, batman to hoes
i can't stand a hoe who's, expandable
so i dont fuck with toys anymore
i fuck wit real women
put da balls on dey face let her deal with em
for spittin, naw,
i wrote this in a inch of a time
i droppin august like "Verses From Tha Infinite M.I.N.D"

august 23rd cop that at datpiff.com
sorry for promotion LMAO...........

ayo
I'm Craftfully Mastered to Smash any Rapper,
in a Box on yer Back I'll Saw u in Half.... Abra Cadaver!//
Ask me for Answers I Have them for Askers,
any takers on natural Passion Enhancers???//
try my 'Stamina Blaster' for Maximum Capture
I Rhyme Unique, this Guys a Beast.... Animal Cracker!//
its the End of the Week so im Dead on my Feet,
I'll Descend to the Deep, Depths of the Sea//
Come Back to Bust Raps an Exceptional Frees,
while Some Kats need a Dunce Cap... an Less of their Teeth!//
Relentlessly, Testin Me, Unintelligently..
yer low level marketing... im Executive Suites//
its Comin Along, my Functional Thesis..
its a Thunderous Bomb when Eruption Releases//
Something is Wrong.. an Abundance of Secrets,
imma Son of a God but im Nothin like Jesus!//
my Brain Forms a Piece of DeTh, thru Rain Storms thats Freezin Wet,
a Secrept Kept, there isnt Names For my Diseases Yet!//
Speak it Fresh if u Talk to the Bone, Popular Known,
we can Spit n Bust an Hit my Buds of Tropical Dro//
ive Gotten it Grown by a "Dr. Perot"
he Said the Strain was Bred in Caves in Gauntamano Grove//
i Spit as a Rarity, Live with Desparity..
with ya Head down Flat I'll Bend ya Back...... Physical Therapy!
lol i dont kno

I stay rippin through paper mache writtens that you and those lames spittin
i chase liquor straight, no kool-aid pumpin through my veins im a grave digga
imagine a rapper with the capacity to smash numerous opponents
ill quickly grab an axe and splatter kats, all you gotta do is approach em
ill see you at ya funeral frozen homie you cant possibly box with me
everything i drop is heat especially when im rockin beats
we need to STOP THE PEACE! and resort to some violence yall
but im an enormous giant compared to you and ya tiny balls!
why try it dawg? your only going to wind up clapped and clipped
im the best at this rappin, you just wrappin lips around faggots dicks!
during a battle if you come at me with those whacker scripts
ill turn right the fuck around and back hand smack ya bitch
i dont care if you and ya crew got guns and your packin kid
the only thing you packin is fudge all up in yo ass and shit
since i cant make the picture anymore clear, dude your a fuckin queer!
nobleone got flow like a small bladder and a hundred beers


lol whatevvvvvver

-- Fri Sep 10, 2010 2:32 am --

I spit drastic flows to blast my foes in a rapid mode
you wack faggots get smashed when im in my rappin zone
or get fragments blown into pieces from some type of grenade
sliced with a blade and tied to a tree and left out there cryin for days
you can try it but die in many kind of violent ways
ill take a tire iron and rip off your entire face
sometimes im reminded why I am the way i am now
and before yo bitch ass gets handed to you just stand down
my crew blam rounds, yo crew a bunch of a women
uppercut ya gut with bloody knuckles this aint a fuckin gimmick
im more like a spartan and your more like a target
so duck holmes or get bucked on when im sparkin
ya body will drop before the cartridge do
shoot ya fam at the funeral cuz im a heartless dude
and ya grave aint safe, ill shit on that too
just to prove ima be a pain in your neck like a tattoo

Just a messy freestyle.

Writers block on my mind its starting to get hard to rest
I want to tell you a story of an artists death, its weighing hard on my chest
like an atomic bomb, causing stress, felt like I was God possessed
Evil Geniuses did a couple collabs that were sub par at best
signaled the end of an era when micz left, I kept improving
take a look back at them collabs they were the best I was doing
retribution on my mind, I came through the door with a crowbar
Khaos King and Mac said I wouldn't go far like Kurses old car
I went further than the coast guard, send them a note with a postcard
I'd post hard around the same time Hazard was confronting me
nothing personal I just didn't like his punches, puns or keys
never wanted something free but you see that's when I went on a tear
me and lawgix were falling out like Obamas hair, Ekoms was gone
I was not all there, conversely it appeared Ghost was mad at my gift
at least I thought that had to be it, when you get better attitudes shift
I had to prove myself with battles and scripts, did that with the DP Fiasco
did that against Domino, but inside I had to know I was out my league
I was about to see beat precise twice before that, sitting on the balcony
out back thinking up lines, its fucking crazy, time flies to fast for me
watching my cat climb that tree, the irony I was still trying to be a fly emcee
I'm a Champion dropped thought they'd finally see, not until finality
felt I was misjudged lyrically Numbers competitively was a light in the dark
the funny shit is I feared that I wasn't really a writer at heart
remember Magic Mark saying I need to learn to rhyme like Dynamiq
granted years before that Jesus criticized me until Where I stand
which I find is gigantic, but it seems every time I get praise, I scramble it
everytime someone has something negative to say I mishandle it
whether I'm a champion or politically incorrect, gambling chips
because when I attacked the religious, it was not funny like Adam Sandler in Click
I ran with it like an i pod that's my god, but at times it was kind of embarrassing
that's why I ended that series and decided that I'm an American
but I don't rhyme like a champion, I quit because Scott James, C4, Arv, and Mark were the illest
Spit some cyphers killed it, came back with I go the distance, and the Evil Genius scripts
Where I stand 2010, colliding with menace inside of the trenches
this ruckus guy is tremendous then comes Rugged and once again I'm deciding to end it
I was a giant at my time, that was a quick reflection
I see the exit, in perspective complex was just the inception

aight i got block so imma just practice wit diz

boom mafucka i spit deadly melodiez
quick to swipe at any nigga gettin ahead-a-me
fuck ya shit i ain't listenin to ya stupid fablez
till ya actually fuckin bring suttin to tha tablez
niggaz be actin real like they got tonz a usez
an all they do iz give a hunnit an one excusez
you'z a story tella chattin shit, tha hamma spitz
i'll fuckin clap a bitch faster than a camera click