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Post by Da2Tha3 on Oct 12, 2005 18:15:27 GMT -5
Out In The Street, They Call It Murder....
The street justice. The shit that eradicates all of street's prophecies Defeat top seats, allows to break down all of the society's hierarchies A quick gun blast then make sure you run fast, the authority won't ask I carried tonnes last, now i'm finally freed from this shit, it's done, past. I've carried out murderous activities compelled by vengeuos hostilities Now these anonymous militaries invaded mind's proposterous capacities Is war a blessing from above? Gun crime justified as the best thing a crip does I'm now confessing i don't love, yet my hand's are still festering with blood And a knife-point killing feels so fulfilling, much easier to keep concealing Sneak up and then blood hit the ceiling, spurts end and then victim's reeling My consceince tripping, was it righteous or should i be Bible-ripping? Fuck justification, i'll hit this whipping, victimisation becomes gripping I like torture souls with cold blows to low down cores of those who oppose Now come and get yours, i've got 4-4's and my pores ache at thought of gores
Topical freestyle... get at me
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Post by GhostDaBlack on Oct 13, 2005 21:37:29 GMT -5
Nice Drop... Me, Des, And Roach Got Some Shit Were Working On That Would Go Nicely With This... But Rep Has Been Given For Another Ill Piece...
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