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Date Posted: 21:34:45 02/06/03 Thu
Author: G R O T E S Q U E Little Boy Big
Author Host/IP: spider-mtc-tc083.proxy.aol.com / 64.12.105.188
Subject: Smoking On Mic Wire as Christopher Reeves Stands Out His Chair

check it,
before I drop the needle on your arm, fuck a record and flesh rips,
I�m sick of your text scripts
dictionary hand picks
that make no sense
I know my flows simple
more common than it is for kids to get pimples
my styles a 1 of a kind though like inverted nipples
blue nosed pitbulls
I can�t communicate
just can�t relate
cause I�m real and your fake,
can�t play with words twice my weight
with my mind these rhymes I make
while dictionaries lye between ya legs help ya�ll create
I�ll pull the pin out a grenade
throw it in ya face
blow your brains to space
my styles pure sugar cane
custom made
your styles been ate
and left a sour bitter taste
like sugarless lemonade
Ya words have no meaning
tossed around like trash from housecleaning,
mind�s cancerous sun beaming
so get your sun screen and prepare to be burnt and start screaming
lyricists don�t take me serious,
my alias,
till its to late,
increase of heart rate there delirious,
like a drunk who drank to much trying to cut out his own pancreas,
I can amaze in ways that make you sick,
like a girl who can bend over backwards and catch a mouth full of her own shit and swallow it,
dropping Challengers (The shuttle)like Bits(pieces)
hate on me just right
and I�m like Lauryn Hill surrounded by a group of whites
hate-full and ready to fight
full of sugar and spite
ready to stab, pierce, blow my spikes
like a porcupine feeling confined
back up before I react
kick your lungs in till they collapse
punch your ribs with impact that leave none intact
raise your heart beat like Chaney's and suffer an attack
your no match

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At first I was skeptic, but by the end I was smilin'. It's laid back and easy to spit, simple is not necessarily bad. This has that consistent carefree, not-to-serious vibe, Good post. (NT) -- Blueprint, 21:48:55 02/06/03 Thu

"dictionary cats" any time cats say something like that it makes me smile.. I aint never picked up a dictionary.. I guess I feel what your saying.. just I like to be astounded when I read a post.. I hate reading boring shit.. that don't got no feel to it.. I've seen you way nicer then this though.. keep spittin' peace! (NT) -- Pathologist "The Catalyst of ELOHEIM!", 22:38:26 02/06/03 Thu
path peep -- GRO, 23:04:57 02/06/03 Thu

got better as it went on! props!!! -- LIPS, 23:20:12 02/06/03 Thu

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