Fruit to Pit

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Permalink Reply by Romulus Magnellah on October 16, 2009 at 8:55pm

(after intro)

Get through the static, girl.
Turn it, ya'll, tune it.
Walk through the static, girl.
Unit. G-Unit.

On the radios.
Every lady goes. It rolls. It rolls.
Let me lend the heat to your souls.

Rock down when she rolls.

Every woman knows. On the radios.
Every woman knows.
On the radios. Every woman woahs.

Oh, woah, radios.
Turn into the unit.
G-Unit. G-Unit.

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Permalink Reply by Romulus Magnellah on October 16, 2009 at 9:40pm

Chord to the socket.
Get it ready.
Shock it. Rocket.
Electric in time.

Get it ready.
Shock it! Rocket!
Guitar on the line.

Let me use it up, right?
In Union... In Union tonight...

ready get it ready.
Flight!

Electric insight.

Lemmy get it right.
Lemmy get it right.
In Union...
The Union...
In Union tonight...

Lemmy get it right.
In Union...
In Union...

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Permalink Reply by Romulus Magnellah on October 17, 2009 at 1:03am

Totum Pole
On this post of reason, principle in time...
On this post of reason, look into the rhyme...
Totum, Totum, climb...

Look into the rhyme.
Totum, Totum, shine.
Look into the rhyme.

Can you see the soul?
Can you see the totum pole?

Can you see the soul?

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Permalink Reply by Timothy Alan Layne Brusky on October 17, 2009 at 2:44am

whats up with that rhyme, it doesn't make any since.
i got somethin for you, stop repeating yourself over and over fool.
you think your all big and cool well you not, so homie i think you
have lost the style you have.
i can't understand can you see the soul, yo man how does that go.
you heard me, now let me see.
this life isn't a dream, it's not a scheam.
but i'll keep rockin with what i have, but i think its time for to take a fuckin pill
and go to fuckin bed.

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Permalink Reply by enemy on October 17, 2009 at 6:13pm

your rhymes like hos
people already gave them a go
like when i started to flow
i took her to eat out
as i fucked from the back
there is no doubt
you didnt know that
your style swallowed the mic
whole all in the first night
she did it all for me,
doing you isnt anything new to her
like she took a henny bottle
she got a head rush
i know you dont wanna battle
you dont want to see me bust
its something different that listenin
like a shotty i'll take ur side of the crowd
i'll buy a thousand caskets
so you can get down
fill each one, everybody blasted
for tough guy acting

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Permalink Reply by Romulus Magnellah on October 17, 2009 at 11:41pm

Tim, get back to you on the soul. But I only talk tough for the ring. And for acting. Look at me! I'm really a big softie. But neither ya'll could front on my skills.

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Permalink Reply by Romulus Magnellah on October 18, 2009 at 3:34pm

I've no need to cry, nor use for tears.
I hope, every time it rains, my baby hears.

Destiny forsook what love took longer.
So I've no need for tears.
The rain is stronger.

Oh, for I know not of her place.
The rain will leak.
Forsook, by destiny, my soul will seek.

The rain will sound my distent woes.
The wind may kiss her cheek.
All I live to hope and pray is that the rain will leak.

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Permalink Reply by enemy on October 18, 2009 at 8:42pm

youre a doll not the type i'd give a call
even if you sold your soul
you couldnt get stacks that dont fold
you got more gats that could hold
set on you set to explode
u got no style so no applause
it only comes at a heavy cost
only you know what you're saying
thats why records arent paying
you're out of your mind, insane
not like eminems fame
you're wack admit it
so i can stop spitting
wastin rhymes at a sitting duck
thinking he's gangsta not give a fuck

SERIOUSLY STOP

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Permalink Reply by Romulus Magnellah on October 18, 2009 at 9:46pm

I put a Neo-Renaissance into this song.
She's a pretty - pretty thing when she comes along.
So go and tell the other poets up in the frame.
I'm a fourth dimension on another plane.

With a backpack filled up with the right things.
There's freedom in the vision that my good rap brings.

I cold step.
My feet don't hop.
I battle rap.
I battle rap.
I just don't stop...

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Permalink Reply by Romulus Magnellah on October 18, 2009 at 11:29pm

To Trinity College

Great Trinity, within your aged cast while life unfolds.
Between two parts, in each, another holds.
We flux and flow for passion keeps on standing.
But know we know great science is demanding.

Now a poet hears your cannons.
And he hears your towers's cries.
For I give, to them, the depths,
So they, to me, give skies.
Great Trinity, between my heart, and mind, my poems rise.

Great metaphysic mountain of the steep.
The hands that count, of clocking time still reap.
And semesters fall out faster than the essence of
What old stone still remains to rise above.
Where a third place contemplates between our eyes.
And each may understand.
And hum inside...

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Permalink Reply by Romulus Magnellah on October 21, 2009 at 11:08pm

Rock the street.
Toc...
Talk, Ticky, toll...

Fire to the sticky.
Play the game with me.
Roll...

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Permalink Reply by Romulus Magnellah on October 26, 2009 at 12:33am

Right to the street.
The way to go.
Fight to be peaceful.
Radio.

Bright shining wheels on the highway ride.
Stepped on the real after stride.
After stride.

And they play the radio all night after night.
And they get right.
And they get to see to the sight.

Oh, but the world don't have to learn how to fight.
And we could play the radion, on, night after night.

Can't we get right
(GUITAR SOLO)

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