What up yall been a minute, freestyle competition 2 night and it will be my first. Writing for 7 years and it will all come out 2 night. all my pains, fear, love, and joys will be released. Never felt ready till 2 night like I open my mouth but the words wont come out ha ha. keystyle ta keep me sharp. PEACE -- The Lounge Of Lyricism 2003

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Date Posted: 16:12:28 02/14/03 Fri
Author: Pat D.A.W.G
Author Host/IP: host-209-214-171-167.sdf.bellsouth.net / 209.214.171.167
Subject: What up yall been a minute, freestyle competition 2 night and it will be my first. Writing for 7 years and it will all come out 2 night. all my pains, fear, love, and joys will be released. Never felt ready till 2 night like I open my mouth but the words wont come out ha ha. keystyle ta keep me sharp. PEACE

Take a trip through my cortext of ill thoughts/
ink blots emcees stuck when they time stops.
Knucle hand on the clock get dropped burry'em/
ask ya crew my name is fear straight scaring em/
so ill I throw ya shoes in the telephone lines while ya wearing em.
Chopping hands off mic thieves talk loud but don't speak/
mute and discret in the cyphers when my tounge leaks.
Too good but u aint good enough ta stop an ill rush/
crushed like tin cans my mic hand tendency ta touch much.
Stroke mics like ya man strokes dicks catch a quick sting/
rhymes swramed the opposition like killer bees.
Parker Lewis cant lose, enemies get bit and chewed/
DAWGS venemous jaws spit sicles just ta top you
off like corn fields ill fields skills rejuvinate/
photosynthesis irrelevant oxygen gets taken from ya space.
Smash ya face wit a freestyle ta black ya eyes like peas/
Pat DAWG is a top pedigree against mass heads in a large sea.
Currents never change like the wackness these cats display/
renegade throw verbal grenades catnt stop like a runaway train.
go against the grain but you gotta backpedal ta get ya plan right/
pestillence infest mics sprad quick wit paragraphs of an ill type.
Wack verses neva scratch the surface you need an upgrade/
ya style is played out like bounce singles I invade these days.
similar ta D-day grab the paton from the dj in this relay/
run several laps b4 u collapse not giving a fuck what ya friends say.

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yeah, i liked this, escpecially the d-day line that was cool. keep it up (NT) -- mc3(nemesis), 16:48:15 02/14/03 Fri
word man have fun! thats what it's about tight lil' drop.. was not short.. just, it read fast for some reason.. peace! (NT) -- Pathologist "The Catalyst of ELOHEIM!", 22:17:38 02/14/03 Fri

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