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Comment by Wilfred Leland on September 29, 2012 at 11:12pm

Who won?

Comment by Rizzy on September 29, 2012 at 12:07am

ayo who won? anybody know?

Comment by Sam A on September 27, 2012 at 12:01pm

Yo, in my house, the lights out No utilities in the facilities Feeling my life's 'bout, to wipe out These feelings I'm feeling be killing me
I pull the mic out, can't strike out
Cause if winning is really my enemy
I pull a nine out, blow my mind out
Is the end of me really serenity?
Man in my house, it's rap or die
Get a piece of that apple pie
Life is a Pharcyde song, and that b**** just passes by
So I, got lyrically complex, that way I could clock checks
Get my moms out the projects, with these concepts, competition can't digest
And then I stress cause the road is rough
I start feeling like s***'s sour
The electricity in my will power, could still power, the twin towers
For ten hours so send cowards
The message from Crooked I
Royce Da 5, Joe Budden, Em, Yaowa
Crooked I "Our House"

Comment by wallstreet on September 25, 2012 at 9:53pm

I walk around with OJ's glove knowing it fit Fif to the toilet we taking over this s***
The Yaowa waited, salivated like man I know I can spit
I was knocking for quite some time but you wouldn't open this b****
You turn green when I enter, probably can't breathe
Now ya'll trees in the winter, nobody can't leave
For all those that was doubtful I got a scalpel
And a mouthful of vowels to make a party stampede
You brag about swag and your feminine trends
I belittle your riddle you Skittles with Eminem's friends
So I ain't trying to play with you, this chainsaw crack jokes
On Cain's brother brah, disable you
I'm an untamable animal with aim from a moving train
I could graze your decaying tooth
And my straight jacket just came unloose
I'm reporting live this is (BREAKING NEWS!)

Comment by Mattdem on September 25, 2012 at 8:50am

Crooked I:..On the real, it’s a wrap How could you possibly stop the Apocalypse
When I’m atomic bombing the populous
Shock the metropolis hostile as a kid
Popping the glock at his moms n his pops
Then he hops in his drop with his iPod rocking the Slaughterish
Documentation and lyrics I write with confidence
Write like a columnist slash novelist
I’m in this game to demolish establish my dominance
Over prominent rappers you popping s*** till you opposite
I can spit ominous so spit politics now I’m Haile Selassie, Gandhi, and Pac of this hip hop genre biiieetch!

Comment by JOELUNIT on September 25, 2012 at 2:21am

Yo, in my house, the lights out No utilities in the facilities Feeling my life's 'bout, to wipe out
These feelings I'm feeling be killing me
I pull the mic out, can't strike out
Cause if winning is really my enemy
I pull a nine out, blow my mind out
Is the end of me really serenity?
Man in my house, it's rap or die
Get a piece of that apple pie
Life is a Pharcyde song, and that b**** just passes by
So I, got lyrically complex, that way I could clock checks
Get my moms out the projects, with these concepts, competition can't digest
And then I stress cause the road is rough
I start feeling like s***'s sour
The electricity in my will power, could still power, the twin towers
For ten hours so send cowards
The message from Crooked I
Royce Da 5, Joe Budden, Em, Yaowa
Crooked I "Our House"

Comment by JOELUNIT on September 25, 2012 at 2:21am

Yo, in my house, the lights out No utilities in the facilities Feeling my life's 'bout, to wipe out
These feelings I'm feeling be killing me
I pull the mic out, can't strike out
Cause if winning is really my enemy
I pull a nine out, blow my mind out
Is the end of me really serenity?
Man in my house, it's rap or die
Get a piece of that apple pie
Life is a Pharcyde song, and that b**** just passes by
So I, got lyrically complex, that way I could clock checks
Get my moms out the projects, with these concepts, competition can't digest
And then I stress cause the road is rough
I start feeling like s***'s sour
The electricity in my will power, could still power, the twin towers
For ten hours so send cowards
The message from Crooked I
Royce Da 5, Joe Budden, Em, Yaowa
Crooked I "Our House"

Comment by bryan castro on September 24, 2012 at 11:27pm

Men will assault you, time is a b****** symbol of sorter? Kidnap your trembling daughter, at least a quarter
I’m administering supporters, got an aura more like Sodom and Gomorrah
Normally something’s wrong with me
Claiming a quantity of the porn I see on the pause to me
When I fix the game they’ll think s*** came with a warranty
How the f*** are they gonna stop when I was born to be
Corner me, s*** belong to me, two choices, you can get along with me
Or sit your f***** a** right there in dormancy
Wait, all you missing is heels to be RuPaul
Ain’t nobody that’s real ever knew y’all
Second to none and I’m dealing with Marshall
This time I never come down, deal with the blue balls
You ain’t gotta fear me but you’ll respect me
N***** who never met me threaten me, want to gillete me
Coming off soft, I got some machetes
Swinging spaghetti like it’s heavy some said he deserve an ESPY
In a Chevy like Andretti, put the Dezzy where his chest be- Joe Budden Loud Noises "Goddamn it Slaughterhouse is signed!"
Read more: http://www.killerhiphop.com/bad-meets-evil-loud-noises-lyrics/#ixzz27RrkYeYd

Comment by Harv LiL G on September 24, 2012 at 1:32am

I was losing my mind like I was trying to lose it Using my time for using, abusing my grind This is my own honest view of who I am behind this, music
Ryan the whole bottle of patron Connoisseur
At a point in time I thought I blew it, doing crime
I would've washed a pill down with a shot of my own spinal fluid
And my momma knew it, she saw especially right through it
That I wasn't protected because peer pressure be like (do it)
But I couldn't fight through it, the beef started
The streets caught up, at least we didn't get involved in deceased orders
It's Slaughterhouse, cause Shady, me, Porter
Sat down and made peace over Porterhouse and Piesporter
Royce Da 5'9'' In *Rescue Me* Ft. Skylar Grey

Comment by Rizzy on September 23, 2012 at 11:05pm

N***** know I get it in on that microphone Y'all don't know where to begin on that microphone
I don't see how y'all could win on that microphone
A pioneer, I set trends on that microphone
Decide who you wan' be on that microphone
I see a bunch of lil' me's, micro clones
Too many 20 milligram Vic's I'm on
Killed the web, it don't matter what site you on
Say his mouth always runnin' off
I tell 'em bridge or tunnel, give a f*** how I come across
All these wanna be tough guys, son is soft
Gun go off, havin' like a good show, just spun 'em off
Treat old-timers like f*** who drop the soap
They mic got Alzheimer's, forgot that they was dope
Too many dogs, not enough barkin yet
Too many blueprints, not enough architects
Rhyme ain't started yet, still every bar's a mess
F*** record sales or who the machine markets best
I'm the last muh'f***** that y'all should test
I'm the sharp shooter, you the n**** I target next
Too many frontin like y'all that fly
Reachin, cause we set the bar that high

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