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Permalink Reply by Mr.Revenue on November 17, 2011 at 11:39pm

LOOK ITS RULES TO DIS S***,YOU CANT JUST DROP A COUPLE BARS/ IM DA MF CAPTIAN,YUP SICK LIKE S.A.R.'S/
BI*CH I SIT WIT STARS,DROP A HIT ON MARS/ FANS JUST NEED A HIT,SO I PRESENT DAT TAR/
HEROIN EVERY BAR,KILLIN YOU LIL N*****/ THEY GOTTA BE GAY TO BE FEELIN YOU LIL N*****/
I'LL RIDDLE YOU LIL N***** EMPTYING TWO TRIGGAZ/
AINT TALKIN PCP,BUT YOU CATS IS WACKED OUT/ YOUTUBE BUZZ,AND YA BUDGET IS MAXXED OUT/
I DIRECTED MY OWN VID,STILL PULLIN THEM STACKS OUT/ AND IF THEY SET UP A BATTLE FACE TO FACE, YOU'D BACK OUT!!/

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Permalink Reply by U.S.A For World Peace on November 18, 2011 at 3:09pm

[Intro] Black Streets
Fake NICCas (I wear a blue bandanna)
Don't know why Niccas keep tryin him
We are the Blue Mobsters
m************! (I wear a blue bandanna)

Chorus The Street Genius (He wears a Blue bandanna)
Glock by tha Penis (He wears a Blue bandanna)
Mr revenue told tha NYPD (He wears a Blue bandanna)
Runnin' to the popo he tryin' to kill me (He wears a Blue bandanna)
Why you snitch on me Homie...Thats a B**** move homie
scared wen he sees Tha boy with a (Blue bandanna)

Verse 1 To many Bodybags wivout any dead bodies
dats y my Guns raisin' ready to blaze at my enemies
Guess that be you mr dog doodle
try'na roll wiv da big dwags wen u sweet lik a poodle
I'm Young Kool moo dee, feel tha deathblow
Nicca u better lay lo' wen da Ak Blow
Got many Slugs fo a B****** nd snitches
Play dirty tha Mobster way put bodies in ditches
Higher than a thug/a Black wise guy Vito Genovese
I'm chillin' ill like frank sintra with tha kennedy's
now nicca dats what u call ballin' nawt wat u doin' homie
tell him to step up his game coz right now u losin' homie

Chorus The Street Genius (He wears a Blue bandanna)
Glock by tha Penis (He wears a Blue bandanna)
Mr revenue told tha NYPD (He wears a Blue bandanna)
Runnin' to the popo he tryin' to kill me (He wears a Blue bandanna)
Why you snitch on me Homie...Thats a B**** move homie
scared wen he sees Tha boy with a (Blue bandanna)

Verse 2 Welcome to Africando A Black soprano
Tony soprano Kill niccas wiv my mobster combo
from the city of demons no angels all we do is kill
Comin' fo u hope right naww u doin' a Jada nd leavin' a will
Coz it be bad if u was to live nuthin' fo your family
So high..I'm high I define gravity
Your Bank verse Mines
Nicca if u ballin' den wat Im doin' can't be defined
keep tryin' me nd I'll push ur wig further than tyra banks headline

Chorus The Street Genius (He wears a Blue bandanna)
Glock by tha Penis (He wears a Blue bandanna)
Mr revenue told tha NYPD (He wears a Blue bandanna)
Runnin' to the popo he tryin' to kill me (He wears a Blue bandanna)
Why you snitch on me Homie...Thats a B**** move homie
scared wen he sees Tha boy with a (Blue bandanna)

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Permalink Reply by MR. EDWARDS on November 20, 2011 at 9:14pm

I roll dolo, and crush emcees that rock blue bandanas
Act a fool like my kin folks down in atlanta, mann im bananas
In rap battles, i'll have ya walkin "out on crutches"
Say HI to the bad guy, lyrically i bring the ruckus
What the fuss is, "WHO'S THE BEST", hands down...Mister E
The "present and future" of emceein, yeahhh that'll be ME
Im all about dopeness, i was born "bad to the bone"
The moment i spit it, it's offical ...Etched in stone
Home sweet home, is where ever danger roams
Hip hop wish i could be clone, the way i bless microphones
Test me when im in a zone, and it's all bad
Bodybag those frontin hardcore, and fake swagg
I'ma monster creatin vivid pictures with my words
If it's said that i ain't nice, then f*ck what cha heard
It's absurd the way i smash everything in plain sight
That includes the all-time greats, thrash'em all in the same night

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Permalink Reply by U.S.A For World Peace on December 9, 2011 at 1:05pm

Intro
Chorus X2 Said you do what To Mc's Who rock Blue Bandannas
Then How come I'm still shining and my blue Bandanna
Still Wavin' Like the American Flag....
Verse 1 Yeah I gawt slugs fo' snitches, put them inside ditches
The Black don carleone, make niccas sleep with da fishes
either that Give em offers der can't refuse
This game is ova it's rap nicca I win you lose
think befo' u open ur mouth got 100 goons all dress'd black
come around ur house, 50 in tha front, 50 in the back
In the city of demons, all we do is pray on b****** like you
Separate ur mind from body, leave ur body feelin' blue
Lets nawt front now nicca, I'm da nicca u admire
coz you can see I'm on fire
won't stop rhymin' till da wanksta retires

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Permalink Reply by ferrow on November 16, 2011 at 6:19pm

u n***** aint no challenge yall kids play like leap frog games/
my flow's like sony playstation neva outta game/
i keep elevatin up we'll neva be on the same level/
call me wiz khalifa am on my level

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Permalink Reply by U.S.A For World Peace on November 18, 2011 at 3:51pm

Chrous he wrote down some whack rhymes dat ain't even hurt me
, guess now it's my turn..my turn my turn..my turn
Nicca Actually thought it he had a chance with me
Now he's about to he see wat I'ma bout to do coz
it's my turn..my turn my turn..my turn

Verse 1
Tell me why this niccas gawta front
make blac history e'day so I don't need a month
Leavin' u bustards lik wen shaq left tha lakers just to heat it up
his a** cheeks sour nd blue/we all kno he like it up tha butt
suckin' on dicks thats just wat you like to do
don't deny it nicca we all know it's true
nobody have told him bout my blue bandanna right
look at this gat I clutch with a Lil red light
wow you must really hate bein' alive
I got a solution fo dat run on me at da light nd lose your life
feel the bullet in ur body it burns, niccas never learn
Wrote some whack a** rhymes now I guess it's my turn

Chrous
he wrote down some whack rhymes dat ain't even hurt me
, guess now it's my turn..my turn my turn..my turn
Nicca Actually thought it he had a chance with me
Now he's about to he see wat I'ma bout to do coz
it's my turn..my turn my turn..my turn

Verse 2
Mad coz u'll never be in my crew no homos
im workin' on mixtapes while u still doin gay pornos
Lettin' another man Nutt on his face ill homie
you a b**** ur new name is Holly
me tru p.i.m.p fo real fuc girls hotter than Halle berry
Live them Hypnotised like my name was Biggie
don't make me have to kick in your door
wiv da ma goons live ur body sore you little w****
/I'm mo harder than ur d*** wen u watch gay porn
I ain't tha nicca to f*** with, i'll leave ur heart torn
torn into pieces homie can't f*** with me

Chrous
he wrote down some whack rhymes dat ain't even hurt me
, guess now it's my turn..my turn my turn..my turn
Nicca Actually thought it he had a chance with me
Now he's about to he see wat I'ma bout to do coz
it's my turn..my turn my turn..my turn

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Permalink Reply by ferrow on November 16, 2011 at 6:22pm

u n***** aint no challenge yall kids play like leap frog games/
my flow's like sony playstation neva outta game/
i keep elevatin up we'll neva be on the same level/
call me wiz khalifa am on my level

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Permalink Reply by MR. EDWARDS on November 16, 2011 at 8:43pm

Well i'll be damn, Mr.Revenue who dun gassed you up
Your unleaded fuel and i'm diesel, i dun passed you up
Whut the f.uck, now your talking real crazy
B.itch i'll come thru with the 380 snatchin up yo babies
Bring the drama, right to yo doorstep
Knock Knock "who is it" it's the cousin of death
Checkin laims like you, and i do it for a hobby
Give you a tech 9 to take mines, still you wouldn't rob me
"BTW" ferrow, what's this laughable s.hit ya spittin
"WOW" like Delroy, when you post your only b.ullshittin
That abc rap got me sayin "what's that"
Your style reminds me of JAY, straight up WACK
Shots are being fired, and still y'all dudes miss me
At point blank range, y'all got no aim scare to diss me
It's offical, im choppin all y'all dudes headz off
Cause all four of you sons-of-b.itches are SOFT

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Permalink Reply by Mr.Revenue on November 25, 2011 at 2:32pm

FIRST OFF MR.EDWARDS, LETS ADDRESS YOUR ARTILLERY/ A .380 AINT GONE WORK IF YOU TOMBOUT KILLIN ME/
SWING THRU MY SET, BRAH YOU BETTA HAVE A DRUM ON YOU/ GREEN BERET'S,SNIPERS,AND A COUPLE EXTRA BOMBS ON YOU/
DOPE CAN BUY ALOT OF S***,I'LL SICK DA BUMS ON YOU/ AND AINT NO ROBBIN ME,I'LL DIE WIT WEIGHT AND PULL A PUN ON YOU/
WEAK N****, DAT ACT HARD, YOU GETTIN YA JA-RULE ON/ ANOTHER "BLIND FURY", CANT SEE DAT YOU JUST BLEW ON/
A BOSS WIT NO TIME FOR GAMES,YOU ALL KINDS OF LAME/ AND EASY TO PREDICT,KARATE KID, SO GONE TRY THE CRANE/
AND DELROY TRYIN HIS HARDEST JUST TO STEP IT UP/ WRITING WHOLE SONGS ON THE FORUM,STILL MESSIN UP/
AND AINT NO BLUE BANDANNA OVER DIS WAY 5/ IN MY HOOD YOU SEE DA SIGN, CRIPS DIS WAY DIE/
PLUS YOU DONT KNOW NUN BOUT BANGIN NEWAY,SO DATS A DEAD ISSUE/ BUT SINCE YOU THINK YOU CRIPPIN, IMA RIP TIL I SEE RED TISSUE/
SPIT UNTIL THE SAID MISSILE,HIT YOU IN YA SNAPBACK/ POOR SPORTSMANSHIP,CAUSE WHEN I CLAPPED BRAH YOU AINT CLAP BACK/
YOU NI99AZ A CLASS ACT,MATTER FACT SUM CLASS CLOWNS/ DIE OFF THE FIRST SHOT,IM STILL DUMPIN TIL THE LAST ROUND/
THEN BEAT YOU WIT THE HANDLE,TIL YA SKULL MAKE DAT CRACK SOUND/ WAIT UNTIL THE NARKS LEAVE,LOAD UP AND COME BACK ROUND/
SO KEEP THINKING YOU CAN TEST THE CAT DAT WROTE THE TEST/ POP QUIZ PASSED,NEXT CLASS WHO IM ROASTIN NEXT?/ LOL EASY!!!

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Permalink Reply by MR. EDWARDS on November 26, 2011 at 1:27pm

I'm offically done punchin holes in you dudes
Handing out the ill street blues as i make moves
Show-n-prove with this composition, i'm ill
I'm sick with rhyme skills, as sparta 300 men all get killed
I get it on, like a bloody bare-knuckle brawl
All ya haters can lick my b.alls, f.uck you all
Ain't no doubt, that im killin it, everybody's gettin murk
Respect this "labor day flow"...meanin i put in work
Go berserk when confine within a sound booth
It better be sound proof, the way i raise the roof
I'm the truth, make no bones about it
Told you once befo "I'M THE BEST" im quick to shout it
Blaze emcees like the "LOUD PACK" that i smoke
In rap battles i LOL, as i watch so called lyricist choke
I go for broke and let loose, when i rip it
16 lines bless wit lyrics of fury, whenever i spit it

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Permalink Reply by Mr.Revenue on November 26, 2011 at 9:41pm

LOOK MR.EDWARDS, NOBODY BELIEVES YOU/ THE WAY IM UNDER YA SKIN,YOU'D THINK I WAS A NEEDLE/
F***** JUNKIE,FUNNY,DATS DA ONLY TRACK YOU USED TO/ F*****. UP. BAR. USER.,YOU SHOULD SIGN WIT FUBU/ LOL
I BEEN FOUND MY SWAG, THATS WHY LYRICALLY I LOOSE YOU/ THINK YOU SO TIGHT,THE RATCHET CLAP AN LEAVE YA SCREWS LOOSE/
I SWEAR YOU SO DOO DOO, SIMPLE RHYMES,FOR SIMPLE MINDS/ EVERYTIME YOU SPIT,MAN ALL I CAN HEAR IS DINNER TIME/
DIS A SIGN, BUT I KNOW YOU WONT STOP TIL THE K BLAST/ SO KEEP WRITING, BUT IMMA CALL YOU NICKI,(WIT YA FAKE A**)/ LOL

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