1. D2theJ avatar

    On Wed, Aug 15, 2012 at 9:26 AM, D2theJ said:

    Street's disciple, my raps are trifle I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle-Live at the BBQ(Whole Verse)
    In the streets I can great ya, about blunts I teach ya Inhale deep like the words of my breath I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death-NY State of Mind

  2. Mr Fretwell avatar

    On Fri, Jun 22, 2012 at 6:50 PM, Mr Fretwell said:

    I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
    Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
    Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh)
    Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face
    Y'all some "well wishers," friendly acting, envy hiding snakes

  3. Brother Righteous avatar

    On Fri, Jun 22, 2012 at 2:39 AM, Brother Righteous said:

    He pulled the trigger but I held on, it felt wrong
    Knowing niggaz is waiting in hell for 'em
    He squeezed harder, I didn't budge, sick of the blood
    Sick of the thugs, sick of wrath of the, next man's grudge

  4. Brother Righteous avatar

    On Fri, Jun 22, 2012 at 2:27 AM, Brother Righteous said:

    Spot's blown, guerilla ice on this killer's life I put my word on it
    Now you can sleep on or rock a swerve on it
    Nas is menage a trois' on Mount Aire lodges
    We like a smooth fam', but rougher than how DeBarge is
    Catchin charges. ~ Nas " Live [email protected] Rap"

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