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Jul 25, 2004 22:07:22 GMT -5
Post by Opposite on Jul 25, 2004 22:07:22 GMT -5
u wanna battle me/ u better bring all ur heavy artillery/ cuz ima dismantle u and take u to the cemetery then find ur face on a milk bottle shown as missing/ the cops came on the news discussing ur background history/ now it turns out to be an unsolved mystery/ not even the K-9s could find ur corpse/ cuz im a natural born killer cuz i took the course/ there was no remorse/ murdering u fun cuz i made it worst/ u probably telling urself i shouldnt had went to work/ u had a warrant on ur head so had to pay the price/ the price was ur life so i took it like a grin reaper/ and i'll be the one to be ur grave digger
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yo
Sept 13, 2004 20:29:41 GMT -5
Post by Mind on Sept 13, 2004 20:29:41 GMT -5
wait....did you perform murder? can you divulge a little further into your thought process...from that i make you up to be a a little less....less than what? anyone, because from that verse it seems like all you do is run and hide every place you go, mental comportment modifications.. runnin from your feelings and emotions causin comotions producing no good, claimin, "i'm just misunderstood!" we know it's a lie and that's your story, in realty you're a corny suburbanite wanna be gangster mall rat delinquent tryin to be underground when the closest you've been is sinkin it ....man getta life, contradiction-verbally cut you open with a knife, when things get heated i raise the elevation like everest...fool, you be smokin sess-pathetically on the west where the smoke's supposed to be the best....first grade dizank on my plate, man, you be on the verge of insanity like that colt heaven's gate, tryin to be the next big scandal like water gate centriphical immoral hate...what are you doin? rappin bout killin fools.... when the closest you've gotten is bumpin "murder inc" off jah rules latest grooves
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yo
Sept 16, 2004 20:33:57 GMT -5
Post by Opposite on Sept 16, 2004 20:33:57 GMT -5
Yo mind u must be blind/thinkin u can take me out with ur silly nursery ryhmes/ nigga stop hating on mines/so tell me how long did it take to write those lines/cuz by the way u flow it seems that u had a websters dictionary by ur side/ and just to think ur nickname is mind/ u better watch ur back cuz ill bust a mortal kombat fatelety on ur ur spine/u a little guy trying to become a big man/ but the way im hitting u wont be able to with stand/im inglewood's most finest/ got girls calling me their highness/ but what could be better then to have hater like u/ ill slice ur throat without leaving a clue/and that shit u said i sound like ja rule/ u got me mistaken for another fool/ u dont know me so how can u judge me/ u probably a crack addict like whitney and bobby/ but lets face it i am underground/ the reason why cuz i can say what ever i want from past to now/ i gets down from ur city to my fucking town vocabulary is not an option/thats y my name is opposite/ u trying to make a mark but ur only a guest/ and where u from i know it aint the west/ ur a fat fagget with breast/ima put u to rest/ and piss on ur chest/cuz u aint shit but a little bitch/ if i was from murder inc u'll probably hate cuz im getting rich/ and ur sill living at home with ur parents like a little wimp.
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