15552, I'm thinking dog. Posted by Whateva, Fri Mar-25-05 11:31 PM
>patient wit militant situations...
Until the boss get crossed by false denominations get tossed across halls following exonerations Understand that we kinetic you feel me when you get it get them handicaps spaces cause ya flow is prosthetic fake like plastic fruits or velvet versace suits strong dollars, staying power, or laser print loot. can't dispute I chipped ya rep like my right front tooth Couldn't be more down if I was Triple Fat Goose A plethora of threateners and overhyped competitors music video editors, examine as I test ya Ugly like Aunt Esther or stripes and checkers Was told "it's medical" so I sedated the hecklers tested but never challenged I'm engrossed with my talents Observe your life in scale as it hangs in the balance a prophet once shared nigga practice the art of silence I tremble when I dare compare my life to God So many easily defeated from the shattered pride so many battered lives and battle and war cries torn up notebooks and abandoned hood ties The truth, a Beanie Sigel to ya scandalous lies The panels could never handle this silly candle wit They say a nine gets way more shine when you brandish it In my face like a farsighted news reporter I hold more wieght than a GM financial quarter Expressin instant decadence and very little hesitance artificial emcees is contaminants like pestilence Bar raised I'll get praised like whoever kills the President A travelin cypher circus for the ladies and gents They know where the first is soon as the second went Making labels take notice with these powerful dents fresh definite underrated never faded Prince that rock events from Kingston to Queens and since I was 30 inches high or highly sensing surroundings dawg barking loudly but can't defend the poundings when I pounce, no pounds,just blood in fluid ounces No sense in the sequential cause my wins is countless touted in other countries like Peace or Russian weapons I'll be in more stereos than listening settings They'll be no AI's when I come into question Like Bush V Kerry, the nation's death procession, I'm the blood, Skull and Bones of this fuckin profession.
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