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Date Posted: 21:42:49 01/11/03 Sat
Author: Pat D.A.W.G
Author Host/IP: host-209-214-168-170.sdf.bellsouth.net / 22.214.171.124
Subject: lil keystyle I call The infiltration
Let me invade rap wit full scale attacks/
bringing down empiers of liars who talk with no facts.
facts remain like false pride and big chains/
no sense and nonsense infect these emcees brains.
I send'em up shits creek in a barbwire boat wit no paddle/
they get slaughtered like U.S.D.A cattle if they even utter the word battle.
split'em like an atom as a phantom I haunt weak breeds/
they wifes and seeds scream when they witness the reults of my deeds.
It ain't funny so I don't laugh when I'am forced ta toe tag/
trout mouth fuckers who leave cyphers in black bags.
I can't explain my mainframe but only to relase hip hop from this scene of mess /
social distress where elements get fales pop lables wit no man to confess.
sublime rhymes ta infiltarte enemy lines in time ta stare false prophets right in they eyes.
I could give a fuck less if u stay shine or how hot is in here/
step up in my square so you can pay a fare cus lyrically ain't there you bitch ass queers.
The crowd sticks wit me like I spit lyrical glue/
i'll rock 5minute freestyles so your crew can spit all night and still get booed.
I melt the mic you hold along wit ya shelltoes/
it's poison like bel biv davoe/
killing all metranomes, so give it up kids and gimme back the microphone.
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- this was ehh...kinda simplistic in some parts..bnot bad over all... (NT) -- Prozperous, 00:31:29 01/12/03 Sun
- right not bad overall, i think you should tightin up some of your lines. some weren't that good (NT) -- da mad hermit, 02:16:37 01/12/03 Sun
- yeah ok -- rusty, 05:20:54 01/12/03 Sun
- To me this shit was aight it had it's uppers and downers, 1 line I really liked was It ain't funny so I don't laugh when I'm forced to toe tag, ill line, keep rising 1 (NT) -- Grotesque, 05:31:57 01/12/03 Sun
- not bad. at least your lines were more than 3 words long. proper post dog keep it coming (NT) -- starks, 16:33:33 01/12/03 Sun
- facts remain like false pride and big chains/...................wha????????...u need to focus on punches dawg, since thats where u need the most pin pointin (NT) -- styliztik...aka..quote, 22:59:15 01/12/03 Sun
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