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Word Play ...Drawing The Illest Images...	Gepost door Word Play op vrijdag 04-04-2003 om 16:30:25
	Starting off I was spoken to with nothing less than respect People loved my company and you could always expect Pure straight forward talking just put beautifully plain Only worry of these people was to ensure they entertain I lived this having good times for almost half a decade But I was then discarded, rejected so its was home I stayed Many years I stayed resting never seeing the spotlight I thought my future in the business was now not bright I was no longer good enough my people had scattered Until one day I was taken to a club I was mad flattered The people I met here took shit to a whole new level Saw some old friends of my genre for years my crew revel In the complexity we heard these men were masterminds They're superior brains seemed to be of a much faster kind I thought these men of genius must have the most cash But the way they dressed seemed more like gross trash For years I tried to comprehend how this could happen But it seems people wanted superficial 'hood'- rapping Elevated once more, I start hanging in a high-profile arena Each person that talks to me just tries hard to seem meaner Than the previous but I realise that most of them are weak But even the softest uses this supposed hard man technique Everyone says to me that they got more guns than the rest Or how they have the best cars, chains and yes you guessed Every single male in the place gets ALL the ladies with ease Claim this even when they're face looks like they got a disease I hear nothing but bling bling and the shit gets too repetitive In my last club most these dudes would not be competitive So I see suicide is the only way out I get my circuit blown Life's so shit these days when you're a rappers microphone! ---------------------------------------- "...You The Meanest, You Got A Nine Millimetre? Nah Man, That's Your Penis..." "..when i walked through the Lyricist Lounge, lyricists lounged..." "...I'm so sharp, that when I walk I scratch the pavement..."
RHYME read tha signature	Gepost door RHYME op vrijdag 04-04-2003 om 19:05:50
	fawaka brada moeilijk one see you 2 night ---------------------------------------- DON'T JUDGE THE UNKNOWN SO DON'T JUGDE ME
Word Play ...Drawing The Illest Images...	Gepost door Word Play op zaterdag 05-04-2003 om 18:15:03
	Quote: RHYME schreef op 04-04-2003 @ 19:05:50 fawaka brada moeilijk one see you 2 night yesterday moeilijk geflowed mahn of niet ---------------------------------------- "...You The Meanest, You Got A Nine Millimetre? Nah Man, That's Your Penis..." "..when i walked through the Lyricist Lounge, lyricists lounged..." "...I'm so sharp, that when I walk I scratch the pavement..."
RHYME read tha signature	Gepost door RHYME op zaterdag 05-04-2003 om 18:53:23
	ai ai binnenkort gaan we harde freestyle doenzz ---------------------------------------- DON'T JUDGE THE UNKNOWN SO DON'T JUGDE ME
Word Play ...Drawing The Illest Images...	Gepost door Word Play op zaterdag 05-04-2003 om 18:57:17
	word, we gon' let these punk muh'fuckaz now how the Gemini Twinz do thingz ---------------------------------------- "...You The Meanest, You Got A Nine Millimetre? Nah Man, That's Your Penis..." "..when i walked through the Lyricist Lounge, lyricists lounged..." "...I'm so sharp, that when I walk I scratch the pavement..."
RHYME read tha signature	Gepost door RHYME op zaterdag 05-04-2003 om 19:00:04
	haha of niet we gon let them know 4sho its Gemini-TWINZ one ---------------------------------------- DON'T JUDGE THE UNKNOWN SO DON'T JUGDE ME
miss_e the girl with tha tude	Gepost door miss_e op zondag 06-04-2003 om 19:10:28
	Me CanT waIT! ---------------------------------------- hate me couse i'm beautifull, well i don't like you either
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