Z dot Fin … back in the spot
Pyrex …baking soda and pots …
Crystal white straws a mirror and ox …
Fuck . . . if you like my living or not …
I get money to hungry … make the grumbling stop …
Get it …
smack ramen days over …
no more crashing on this musky sofa …
Hard sleep .. Smelling ass cheeks .. .
bout to hit the streets …
On the search fa geeks … fiends… plucks
Service … till we need the re…up …
When you see us … we key up …
Keep 45’s and such …
don’t get ya stomach pumped fucking wit us …
Big cars …big trucks …
Big steaks on plates ..
big jake ace ...with gold rimed Prada’s on his face …
Six buttons silky smooth to the waist …
Hot denim … and a jacket that will set shit a blaze…
Eye catching .. Got you caught in a gaze …
two bottles poker faced… showing Ace of spade
I deliver to ya liver on the river …
All in … fux grits from small men …
On the play
Ya money don’t spend like mine … stay in ya lane
Thinking you gon get my dimes … holding a trey? …
You a “Bullshit bluffing mofo” … in the way …
Hold mo chips … throwing up I made it rain ….
Till the shot rang … and cleared it out …
I’m picturing noodle soup … you flew the coup …
When I drew and started to shoot

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what would i do
if i couldnt write
couldnt type
no wooten hype
without drew goodens height
my shoe footings nike
without checks, i sho slip
now or next
with no regrets, dawg
i sho tip
or empty a whole clip
like, bloaw, hold this
from new york to ole miss
til death hold me in his cold grip
then its g.o rip
no meddlin man
the pain would quit
the medicine man
would stop pedalin
like his chain done slipped
am i sane or sick
everything in shambles here
cant get on track
the samples aint cleared
no shine
just hang around lights
like chandeliers
when the vandals near
in the p.m.
like a change of shift
you see'em gather round trees
like the exchange of gifts
smell the strains of piff
hear the hiss of spray cans
rifts from the whispers
as the goods trade hands
its trade man
with the same e's
that turn mad into made men
love clubs, chains and whips
sorta like cavemen
who got the props
like stagehands
til they re-instate the draft
ballers dont flood blocks dawg
better re-inflate your raft

what makes me so privileged to have a verse in my thread ... where you know it's not going to be seen? lol

thanks for the peeps my man ... you are actually one of the few posters that i peep on the reg .

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i put u in my tops on myspace.

boooo nigga. don't quit your day job.

go record or something bidge!

"Hitch" The EP, featuring production from the Beat Slangin Pimps coming soon!!

Get Grown Bidges!!!!!!

GGC .....

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good read though...

me and the fellas would converge and heat up some Hot Pockets in preparation for Rap City.© Roc

dude, getting a response from the folks at freestyle is like watching water boil...© Tek

This "NEEDS" to be vocal -- make it happen --

Yeah -- U back alright!



*LoL* @ U thinkin' this ain't gon' be seen or responded to -- *FOH*


(((Audio)))

A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence --
I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/photosynthesis_music.htm

Big Z.I.N Let em know family.

~Complex with the creative content on a conquest with concepts and context as concrete as poetry
~Its real and ill when I be sitting still yet still rocking to my mental rhythme.
~Its just right when I write

http://www.myspace.com/decisive147

Typical Zin, on point, as usual, always swagger and ill lyricism,
fav lines right there:

>On the search fa geeks … fiends… plucks
>Service … till we need the re…up …
>When you see us … we key up …
>Keep 45’s and such …
>don’t get ya stomach pumped fucking wit us …
>Big cars …big trucks …
>Big steaks on plates ..
>big jake ace ...with gold rimed Prada’s on his face …
>Six buttons silky smooth to the waist …
>Hot denim … and a jacket that will set shit a blaze…
>Eye catching .. Got you caught in a gaze …
>two bottles poker faced… showing Ace of spade

more bull shit splatters gangsta dreams
reaching for nut nothing come bytch
big car big houses big on religion so why
is the devil walking wit a twitch a switch
threw the bush waiting for a nigga to fall asleep
you ain't deep floating in the abyss of lethal miss
crack music is right put the steam down?

living off other pain it's game- here comes soul reaper
for josh, sarah-nerve scared of yeah>>>:^)

Freeworld Order
Dangurus Mines

"dude, the only thing i fear is your hair cut.. what is that a mop glued to your head? come on man... style up."-Bartek

all across ya forhead and cheek bones...i break facials and reconstruct beauty to ugly...im an artist mang...Lincoln Picasso Van Gogh

upping for a couple of nice verses.

not usually my kind a thing but they got my attention and stuck with me so must be doing something right.

gee

The key is complexity