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64632, Track star, tell me what you think Posted by SIDE FX, Wed Feb-28-07 09:42 PM
Yeah, here's anotha one from ya boy Side Fx. Give me your worst. I can take it.
I’ma track star running though life chasing my dreams// They said I was crazy , but it wasn’t as it seems// They told me I’d neva make it in tha rap game// Said I wasn’t good enough, but I’ma put dem haters to shame// Show ‘em my skills// Tell ‘em about hip-hop and about how I’ma re-build// Yeah, that’s my dream// Flying by othas that ain’t on my side, or better yet my team// Tell ‘em about how I spit tha real// I ain’t gotta rap about guns or the people I kill// Rappers these days lie in 80% of they rhymes// Making songs just for tha money, listening to it is just a waste of time// That’s why I’m running, trying to make it big// In a hurry to put away all of this crap, balling like a big rig// Like a track star, jumping all of the hurdles// Get in my way and I’ll kick you like the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles// I’m high caliber// Something like a time traveler// I’ve been to tha future and back, that’s why I’m wise beyond my years// No longer am I scared, I’ve outgrown all my fears// People see me and say look at that kid// But once they take a look at the rhymes I did// They give me props, tell me to keep doing what I do// So I do me, no one can do it betta, not even you// When I come around, put on ya shades, cause I’m that bright// In the world of hip-hop it’s dark, so lemme a shed some light// Hopefully I’ll make it far// But as for now, I’m still running, I’m still a trackstar.
Yeah Sono, I see you homie. L.O.D 4 life! lol
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64641, RE: Track star, tell me what you think Posted by kid abstract, Thu Mar-01-07 01:43 AM
keep it coming, rock vacuums like mic real i'as under eighteen minute three mile, run, steal keep it real cuz som suckas never learn to feel heartbeat/ fear streets, and that's some real brain stroke, grandpa's meat but my father killed him raise ya hands if ya down with Old Meats and cute children or dem ballroom dancers steady rockin the beat I seen em in barns, you ever seen em in the club real?
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64643, Dopeness Posted by empro, Thu Mar-01-07 02:59 AM
Stay writing kid
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64761, RE: Track star, tell me what you think Posted by tonka truck, Sun Mar-04-07 02:50 PM
that shit suck get the fuck out of here!
what if a fan drive pass in an black van wit his angry klan screaming ban that muther fucker what would you do and how would you handle it
i want to hear you spit a verse on that come up wit a hook and i'll join in
but think about it four a few days and put some real emotions in ti because every bodies not going to like you and it could possiblely happen!
now that's food for thought fuck what witty said you ok wit me
TE-TE The End - To Everybody
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64799, RE: Track star, tell me what you think Posted by SIDE FX, Mon Mar-05-07 05:38 PM
You, toy ass trick. Tonka truck, yeah it's on now buddy.You wanna battle me?
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64803, RE: Track star, tell me what you think Posted by tonka truck, Mon Mar-05-07 05:52 PM
saddle up san an tonio spurs and get scrotch by zeus torch have u say'n bur mav or the cavs ill take you out running up in my face trying to take my clout but if you read between the words in depth biopsy in to your capablity superman cords of green geek cryptenite you wanna pick up stones and challenge david's throne fight on then collabo i new you was a water down bro feeding his eagle kibbles n bits throw'n fits like the terrible threes company jump monkey i pulling yo strings that's what kings do and if you check the beat boy menu check how many was slaughter one day late no refund on the dollar minus a half math isn't you best suit bloopers and loosers complain that the rain isn't translated in to fact or fiction but what you missing is i'm pacasso and my intellect is something like an chinese junk dragon boat fossil handling sucker like roco beat tyhe russian bear nikita little girl you better go get rta because i'm dining on milk bones going upside domes sticking head in active water gardens in funky town sitting back listening to track stars dround pound puppy you just a yuppy looking to increase yo street creds like uncle jed sing a recount thug ballot wit fake bullets kool it and get down or get magic stick pimp slap down
i can't find you get off the ground
3 in one day and they say
i'm the greatest
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64809, RE: Track star, tell me what you think Posted by SIDE FX, Mon Mar-05-07 06:25 PM
Dude, you betta run and go M.I.A. Get in tha witness protection program in tha C.I.A. Don't mess wit me cause homie I don't play The otha guy got messed up for being that way So please, listen to me when I say You suck, Stop tryin to battle Wit no brain but a peanut in ya head to think, ya mind rattles Yo rhymes are dirt rotten By tha time I get to my 6th line, you've been forgotten About, cause no one listens to ya rhymes If I wanted to, I could beat you wit 3 lines Yeah, 1,2,3 simple as that Maybe not even that long as a matter of fact So get lost You like stubborn plaque, to get rid of you I need dental floss But on tha real, what kind of name is "Tonka Truck" boy You gettin played like you were some kind of pre-school toy You got some real guts to call ya self a king Taken on 3 people at a time, you gonna end up wit a broken wing And ya tail tucked between ya legs In the end, you're gonna be tha one who begs
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64818, vs. Tonka (the king? ha) Posted by kid abstract, Tue Mar-06-07 02:33 AM
my rumble abstract like like thunder till lightning your monkey sling shit like he's so wise and frightening metaphor oughta clear up, you more aimin for cloudy bangin dissonant chords, no melody, loudly you flow like cold butter cut with rusty blade but my flow more butter more like cascade hades, euphrates, shit's all the same you think you a word drummer but you just sayin names keys felt and rat tattin with these fingers that be snappin buffalo nickels, heads offa riders and steed you got metaphors ill, but you don't know how to read your lame horse can't trot beat, what's in his feed? and now the gallopin javelin strike down your wack battle'n travellin cattleman, herdbeat unravelin prattle'n on the saddle mounted and talented, but you keep countin the beat wrong tundra thunder world wonder how it all seem to sing song
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64820, RE: 2 jail pen pals Posted by tonka truck, Tue Mar-06-07 10:24 AM
i'ma be jamie fox from king towers draw'n a box around side fx false x zibit get it you didn't come wit it you spit it u hit it but yo girl say she didn't feel it now you left play'n wit it in a battle of rotten beef forgotten baby rattle drops teeth reverse witness protection stank'n lank'n ill take back yo emancepation leaven you wave'n on a slave ship talk'n about how big yo chain chips fat joe ill make it rain on the stage you rage war kid abstract back is soar no spine no lines but walking along krusty the clown nines you throw'n lightening it's frightening fents you call that a vent is that the extent of you vocab speaking loudly your vision is cloudy bouty bouty you ain't no body
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64838, RE: 2 jail pen pals Posted by SIDE FX, Tue Mar-06-07 11:23 PM
Yo Tonka, do you know what I do in my spare time? I eat rappers like you for lunch and spit out they rhymes. Nobody knows how to interpret the lines you spit. I guess it’s because you’re just an illiterate bitch. When I spit you get sick. You stupid prick So stop sliding on those slippery dicks So bitch please Bow down to me, get on ya knees Know your superior, a lesson in rap is what you need So pay attention while I begin to teach If you want, you can just call me preach Cause I’m diggen in ya soul make miracles as I reach I got more disses for you than grains of sand at the beach So go away Hide under a rock and stay Since ya name is a toy, maybe the kids will let you play Cause you’re an outcast to me Always picked last on tha team Now look at me, I’m living the American dream
I consider this battle over!
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64839, to ya mother Posted by kid abstract, Wed Mar-07-07 12:11 AM
bible in one hand boxcutter in the other steppin up fighter stance, mr brand undercover hand block with ho byblos and I cut ya brain's mother now yo aorta splashin on the pigs you call ya brothers I rep for evagreens you rep for padre southa you another MC testin, not a dancer or a lover lotta suckas ride on slave ships with no rudder da vinci leonardo style scissors like a cutter stutter, sucka, I'll show you real Amistad stole an iron katana from the "black man God" forged it to a Mana sword, invade tland of Nod but you put your hands ova ya ears when I'm plowin sod Wack MC's spare the child and spoil the rod lawdy miss clawdy, you dance so dirty can't believe you almost thirty can't believe you suckas fallin for that ya all capitol rats, I'm a barn cat catchin dem mice, true war be like that clickin cowman boots like the ratta tat tat
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64850, RE: building collapse Posted by tonka truck, Wed Mar-07-07 11:34 AM
no response try again bring about ten if you wanna win the big teddy bear at the carnival 2 stocking hoes wit runs if was fun but yeah you won wit no metaphors and no punchlines just a lot of grabble emotions like chicken roasting on a Bar B Q grill what m say scared and killed
hahahaha lol lamo
TE-TE The End - To Everybody
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