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Date Posted: 16:27:17 02/22/03 Sat
Author: Pat D.A.W.G
Author Host/IP: host-209-214-169-152.sdf.bellsouth.net / 209.214.169.152
Subject: Haven't been coming up wit a tight post lately heres a lil somethingkeystyle ta keep my grey matter moving.PEACE

I hold emecees like candles and blow out they flames/
put'em back on the mantle ta understand the game.
I'am not a player in this, life like coherrant rhymes I spit/
I got enough G forces ta wrap ya chin around ya head when I hit.
Lyricist run for the border when I order they apperance in my court/
tis tha season for termination of half witted emcees and rhymes too short.
I walk on both sides of the fence but u gotta pick ya side/
they aint feeling my rhymes cus I dont pop the crys./
cus I dont look for a whore every other day ta ride my dick/
I want respect from a women u cats can get along wit a bitch.
Like the respect of an art cus now a days these cats don't spit from the heart/
Hip hops empire has been made but PAt Dawg bout ta tear it apart.
Keeping to myself cus I dont need those friends/
fucking wit my emotions cause me to create ya end.
We all wanna keep it real but most of our words aint keeping it true/
cats in area constantly talk shit but wont approach this dude/
I aint tripping cus the next rhyme I write might just insult ya crew.
karokee cats is wanna bes no lyrical talent ta challange my turf/
roam to my domain wit fast lips so I can kick slow flows ta make u hurt/
Roll cats like phillies than I smoke ya ass, smoke ya fast/
the quicker I be the buzz will last but the pain from these shots will continue ta last.
Stop, drop and roll cus the contestants is on fire/
blaze em thoughts that scratches the paint off of liars/
Ya ground level freestyles cant stand the elevation when I gets higher.
Ya nose bleeds from being deprived of lost oxygen/
I end my verse but u collapsed when its your turn ta rock again.
To the leaders of comerical hip hop u it got all ta lose/
u scared ta put it on the line wit cats that craft ideas and are prepared ta invade ya grooves.

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