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Permalink Reply by Native P on February 24, 2009 at 10:31pm

Hapsy, nice my dude...(...prescription, Sorta like addiction) I feel what chu sayin..

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Permalink Reply by Dumout*ErrbodyLook'n on March 1, 2009 at 8:26am

YEA I LIKE DAT PART..

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Permalink Reply by STAR on February 24, 2009 at 11:24am

Imma disrespectful individual Sexy on the Physical
Im Such a F***** Star i Bleed Stars in Ma Menstral too
No im Not Friends wit You i dont Even Like You Kid
Kall Me ya Sister ha ha ha ha You Kan Suck Ma D*** !
iM F***** ignorant Ego's Super Duper Big
i Doo doo What i Doo Doo Now You Know Why i Am Just The S***
i Am The Baddest B**** and yes i Sed the Baddest B****
And Everywhere a N**** go i S*** on yall Like Laxitives
i Got them Askin Man Who The f*** She Think She is
F*** Wit Me ill have Ya Moms Slumpped Dead n Ti ti Krib
So you that B**** that Think You Kute Now ?
Give you A Buck 50 Give ya Cheek A Kute Smile
Did i Say That im The S*** Yeah ii Did Wit Loose Bowels
S*** ill Kill Ya Kids Best Bets To Tie Ya Tubes Down
i Know Who ii Am But who The F*** Do u B ?
S*** Ma Rhymes Stay Tight Like Virgin Coochiii

LOL LEMME KNOW WAT YALL THINK
_STAR

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Permalink Reply by Haspy on February 24, 2009 at 11:41am

thats the tightest (no pun intended) s*** i've heard yet. besides myself i mean (insert ego)

first line is mad laughable though. good s***

"Imma disrespectful individual Sexy on the Physical
Im Such a F***** Star i Bleed Stars in Ma Menstral too"

haha good as s***.

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Permalink Reply by STAR on February 24, 2009 at 11:49am

Good Lookin thanks ii definitly appreciate it !!

_STAR dont Be a Stranger

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Permalink Reply by jason on February 26, 2009 at 12:27pm

Y mad P, remember me?

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Permalink Reply by Keene on February 24, 2009 at 2:39pm

When I Rhyme It Comes At U Quick Like The Sound Of A Whistle
When My Boys Chill, They Pop Pill, While I'm On The Other Hand Poppin Pistols

Did I Tell U To Leave Yet, I Didn't Say The Word Dismissal
But You'll Know 2 Leave Once I Let Loose The Missile

I'm The Best Kept Secret That's Why I'm Confidential
U Can't Find Rhymes Like Mines, Is That Why I Am Official?

I Like Wearin My 200 Dollars Suits, But Does It Make Me Look Presidential?
My Money Does A 360 Degree Cycle, While Others Cycle Is Still Stuck On Menstrual

Everybody Hatin On The South, But Really We Ain't Tryin 2 Hear U
You're Way Back Like MC Hammer Pants Or My Rear View

U Must Be Crazy If U Think That Yall Everybody But Da South Has Left Us
I Might Be Livin In Bacon County And Beside Is Coffee County, But They Ain't Servin Breakfast

All The Talk Bout The South Is The Reason That Hip Hop Is Hurtin
We Really Don't See Yall And That's Why We're Wearin Our Stunna Shades With The Curtains

Hip Hop Is Jus Another Form Of Literature
The Deed Of Hip Hop Belongs 2 Me, Now Where Do I Put My Signature?

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Permalink Reply by Haspy on February 24, 2009 at 11:49pm

100th post..... haha who gives a f***.... umm i wrote this back on january 21st. enjoy

I used to be on fire but the kid just expired
Like batteries no recharge jus dead to the wire
Thats connected to the engine oxygen though thin
Try to breathe with gills no fins slowly suffocatin
Mind racin' its replacin by another human being
who has more complex words than webster dictionary
But has no heart from the start like field with no seeds
I guess you and me bro we're part of the last dying breed
We succeed and conquer the land or sea of niggers
Who kill each other with their 9's 40 cals and .38's
Bust out the gate they straight with the gangster
Sell the weed coke and crack from the age of a youngster
these niggers are just dumpsters of ruining dreams
cause they seek and deploy evil for the Oprah or the cream
Not ice creams like the sneakers though they though buy to keepa
actin s*** is all cool when they really have the beefa
with the people no harm towards society's guard
though the arm reveals bullet wounds pulled the sleeve it's scarred
Chalk traced on the courtyard from the crack of Escobar
This world is dead full of dead bodies of a graveyard.

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Permalink Reply by BigBowsSigma on February 25, 2009 at 9:55am

In this world of limited native culture,
I still find the courage to ask where is the mustard.
People I know in the streets are dying for a mil,
rappers spending that much cash for a few cheap thrills.
I must have been a hustler in my past life,
a ballin muthafucka with a gangsta-ass wife.
But on another page,
we've entered another age.
A time when you've gotta be fake to get paid.
Me, I stay real,
even without a recording deal.
I spit until the even the skin on my lips peel.
Yeah I had to hurt that fella,
yeah I had to stain his Pelle's.
Yeah I had to cross the street to hustle cawn for some chedder.
Yeah I might be an ass when it comes to the drama.
So what if I might go and have a date with your momma.

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Permalink Reply by 3Times on February 25, 2009 at 2:01pm

drop a bar a freestyle or two, get the neosporin needed for the scar that's bound to be pourin, out your soul and while it's glistening them other niggas listening, is it coming outta of a star cuz the gaps he ain't missin em', as matter fact he's peelin em', quick to point mouth and start dissin em', take his career on a trip down south and they won't be missin em'.

no one on the track got a swag like mine, too fast might blow up in your face like a mine, you swine did the shrapnels not get to you in time, too sour to keep goin, imma end the line but if you wana battle you can reply to mine..

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Permalink Reply by jaz on February 25, 2009 at 10:55pm

"man what ever happen to real hip hop like j dilla,illa j, common,
50 cent before the money and nas"



rappers speaking odd
rappers not that hard
for get that but how you doing
she said you are chosen jaz why dont you persue it
I said persue what?,as she talks to me
she said to become a real emcee
I said nonsense, thats obsurd
she like you cant walk away from this or push this to the curve
I know I know but this aint about me, this about you
I dont under stand,what you want me to do?
she said Im ready just do what you do
I grab the mic I begin to spit
at the conclusion of the rhyme my words began to slip
I cant do this I cant do this
she said baby you the one just focus and just use it
I said use it, (I'll try to) I cant stop
Im using the true elements of hip hop
I began to spit causing a havoc
you could see my lyrical assault all over your fabric
even your designer glasses
man its. j.a.z
hip hop thats me
yaw rap i emcee
my rhymes too hot
I just wont stop
I chemical reaction Is emcee square
you can stop me (man) I swear
just punchin at these rappers just aint fair

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Permalink Reply by jaz on February 25, 2009 at 11:18pm

Im not a hasby,so Im not dead to the wire
so intune I spit cold chills rather then fire
Im so so cool, If I left it cool ask me where Im going
true hip hop is where I m flowing
just to let you no it
if im going s*** on you rappers i need the toilet
maybe even tissue
you beating me, I laugh to that issue
Its like a old man with out his denture, it just dont make since
how gonna step to something that has more s***
im so s*** so s***, so you know my rhymes stink
my whole arua of flow stick out like corns on a feet
hmmmm or maybe a pimple
naw.. let me keep it simple
its J.a.z
im j.a.z
mr.jaz that be me
that great emcee
sincerly
Bmore best

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