Rookie Rap(rate 1-10) -- Stezo 2001 "Dedicated to the New Generation"

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Subject: Rookie Rap(rate 1-10)

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Date Posted: 01:48:26 06/19/01 Tue
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im spitting off the wall lyrics,that'll kill a man spirit/
making your brain ache evrytime you hear it/
cant too many come near it/
but alot of yall gone fear it/
my mouths a bull dozer in front of mic trees ready to clear it/
my brains on flames/
wit lyrics thats high octaned/when i open up its like a devastating hurricane/
my lyrics pound on brains/
with the impact of a train/i chew up your remains and then floss wit chains/
im critically acclaimed/
hittin anythang that aeroplanes/
me and the microphone tighter than niggas in chaingangs/
they say im cold/
and as a matter of fact/
im cold but can spit out some hot ass raps/
ima daeth trap/
a kamikaze soldier with a silenced Mack/
once it react, u wouldnt hear it over a golf clap/
whoever cross me in danger/
to drama i aint a stranger/
plus i done made some cats put their raps on clothes hangers/
my gun'll bang ya quicker than i can a hoe/
fillin yo body wit more lead than its suppose to hold/
i weigh about 4 tons wit two guns on hip/
when they all done and ripped you weigh as much as the clip/
when my heat gets let off/
you gettin cooled off/
and put through more torture than Jesus when he was on the cross/

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