dada
Pupil In Training
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Post by dada on Jul 30, 2006 15:16:33 GMT -5
aiyo you must be smokin caffeene comin after me, if there has to be beef, im practicly strapped to the teeth/ buch cassidy, you shine like me in no capasity, im colourful like africans in the papacy/ naturaly king, i spit them things you have to honour, any emcee disagree with me, i smash your tiara/ when you drinkin lager then you thinkin harder, pussy i'll chink your armor, i got the hammer on the farmers/ push me i put it on ya, before you get to ponder, i give the kid a mantra, pick you up and launch ya/ crystals on the ganja, and honey on the dutch, yea my phillies burn slow like my money was corrupt/ your cunning enough to run and duck, i been the one from the jump, uniquely exibit flows that none of yall could touch/ my words worthy, unlike the nets-im reppin-jersey, nonchalaunt, 5o'clocks early/ by 730 im steady, sturdy, death just never concerned me, never occured to me i murder people verbally/ disturb the peace, ploice still havent learned their lesson, when they step in i just murder 7 with there service weaopns/ this is pure perffection, as i spit it at you, weather your one of them shaq dudes, or 4-foot like tatu, if it came to act two, i guess i have to attack you/
i'm new to this shit, but im still untouchable
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Post by Los Tha Don on Jul 30, 2006 21:09:34 GMT -5
If anybody wanna test us? Test Dons? You aughta', Quit now or Accidents Will Happen, ask Frank Sinatra. You're smokin kaka, DaDa an Los smokin' mad lala Break ya tiara again afta' you glued it back togetha'. You think your clever? Not even your meter could measure, Eat ya food like Hannibal Lecter, for the psychological pleasure. We're better than most, the leftovers go below me, Any hater tryin to shine, but sucks, can simply blow me. Against these fluffy dust balls, I'm a top shelf trophy, Los Tha Don the obvioius idol, like Billy in Mony Mony. Show me one reason to think otherwise, call you balogne, I got a family to feed clucka, you still single and lonely. The sight of me brings thoughts of doom, why you tryin to hate? Because you saw me ride, 4 U 2 N V, my liscence plate? Mastery is what I'm packin see, a master of the galaxy, Killa B killing spree, the guaranteed nominee. Victory like versus Japaneese at Philippine Sea, You an impairment of healh, desease, face my expertise. I'm done for now so ease your mind, prepare in time for more, My work is the streets, you cuttin' corners for the whores.
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