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Borderline Revolution Of The Open Mind	Gepost door Borderline op zondag 11-02-2007 om 17:06:36
	Heb dit geschreven op een beat van Stoupe, wil hem gaan opnemen, maar zou eerst graag wat feedback willen. Of te wel, welke stukken zijn erg wack? Anyone? Alvast bedankt! Let's start things of by telling the truth My lyrics are half-ass and I'm weak in the booth I'm the youth of the rap game it's a damn shame If I had started sooner I'd be big as landscapes You pull out your cock bitches giving mad brain Keep expressing my thoughts no fans gained Borderline I'm horrfied living in the fast lane Done and seen it all but Hip-Hop is my last fase Though it doesn't get me through the bad days Look in the mirror don't recognize the sad face My life sucks in a mad way sorry but I can't stay I'm dead weight and all my friends say Stop being a bitch start seeing the shit you did Stupid get over yourself you sick And do dick but lay in bed puking and screwing Music soothing at night brewing and looting The largest garbage never should be a father Fiend and martyr not to be dating daughters Raping harder and harder slaughtered Holding her tight with both hands under water Why I'm an impotent fuck and being impotent sucks So fuck you if you're living it up Right faces wrong waking up in the afternoon Light basic bongs but won't hear laughter soon Write racist songs while listening Kaffer tunes White rapist gone to collect scattered spoons Night races won under bright shattered moon Life places gun in hand of those who matter to Knife cases none my weapons are leather boots Slight razor fun cutting deep in nether roots Type phrases spun as others gather fruit Mic praises scum looking for better routes Quickly like that chatter shoots it brings me joy I deploy decoys in the form of B-Boys Like Trojan Horses set out to destroy Fake soldiers who flee Troy you weak toys Taking craps on my rhymes with wack ass lines Wishing my ass died sitting on your last dimes Spending all last night writing lyrical fillers Just to pass time I'm writing serial killers And you don't have to tell me who the dopest is I'm a moaning bitch flowing the grossist shit Closing wounds with sewing kits Life's a bitch I'm showing kids EDIT: Paar regels toegevoegd... [ Dit bericht is gewijzigd door op 11-02-2007 @ 18:14:39 ]
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