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Date Posted: 17:52:28 03/12/03 Wed
Author: Dlaster
Author Host/IP: NoHost / 203.163.71.118
Subject: peep and criticize

My rivals are hating on me
just the everyday trials and tribulations of an emcee.
Celebrations when we finally graduate
but it wasn’t easy I had to wait for years.
It took plenty of blood sweat and tears
before I could eliminate my fears.
I still can’t bare all this pressure from my pairs.
Theirs so much stress I’m getting grey hairs.
But I’m only nineteen years old.
Combining and intertwining these rhymes,
before my heart turns cold.
Anything I touch turns to gold.
Another story is told another soul is sold.
Now hell is where you’re trapped
and there’s noway you can go back
that’s what happens when you think you’re the mack.
You need to get off that crack,
And go back to rap but you can’t cause your flows wacked.
Someone get this nigga some Prozac cause he looks depressed.
The rest look stressed since I’ve progressed,
cause I manifest my thoughts properly.
So I can play you out like a game of monopoly.
To prove there’s noway you can be stopping me
and my philosophies Dlars a real Hip-hop emcee
that starts astrocytes.
My destiny’s to shine every time I rhyme.
And yours is to pop ecstasy and snort lines.
You resort to crimes to consume your addictions.
So go to rehab and get a methadone proscription.
I’m having prediction of beating fake emcee’s to submission.

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