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forget about ok lets just say KO,
u were better off lettin the beat run and just say yo//
o no, u a bitch so i call u my bella,
i got alot of ice but they aint callin me vanilla//
since i called u bella now ill call u betty,
i dropped like two lines and im rippin u already//
come on man, when u drop lines u get booed,
people be screamin " yo hellgun stop tryin to be a white dude"//
i will only spit 5 lines directed at ure eye,
fuck it call me loyde, cuz im so fly
hahaha
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dayum korruption, i swear to god u cant rap
ive read your verse, and already i think its crap
you dumass rated yourself a 5, hell.. im da one keepin' diz beat alive
i think you'z a fuckin' hack, cuz lazt thing i remember u aint black
you tryna b da next EMINEM, i bet youll neva b like him
korruption? wut kinda fuckin' name iz dat? u bet a white guy talkin' smack
you neva gon' b a rapper, you gon' end up like a bread in a wrapper
you tryna conceal yourself cuz u cant b humiliated, you gon' end up dyin' alone wit a sticker dat sayz outdated
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you only laffin' cuz your name iz wyte bread, you'z like a dog dat haz neva been fed
when some1 lookz at you, there all like "who da fuck iz wyte bread"?
some people might know you, but dey dunt recognize
when they look throo' da sole of your eyes
they see a wannabee wyte rapper in disguize
juzt cuz im known as REMIX, it dunt mean dat im white
nigga, my skin aint even as close as light
im flip, gotta represent who i am,
when you rap, no one really gives a damn
cuz in real life u 'prolly a loner
when another white boi comez up to u, i bet u growin' a crooked boner
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wutz da matta'? i leave you chokin'?
dunt lookit me, i aint da dumfuck who'z smokin'
if u say u can rap, man.. u gotta' b jokin'
i spit true rhymez and i aint da one outspoken
y aint u rappin' back? u cryin' cuz you got smacked?
u'll neva lazt a minute, cuz your mouth is all filled wit shit
dunt neva talk back 'fore u get your ass kicked
you a loser who think you all sick?
i think you suck n' you should go suck your dad's dick
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man that rhyme about u thinkin ur the best is soooo whack man u rhyme like the fukin cat in the hat shit
My rhymes explode instantaneously
As no one straight up fires as fresh as me
Well maybe yeah pookie and trigga 1
As we 3 firer faster than a bullet from a gun
On the mic we let loose
And we flow smoothly like juice
I’m an instigator
On my beat calculator
My mouth a generator
Elevating higher on my elevator
Determined to define the meaning of everything
Lost in thought and seething everything
Cease the moment, as it’ll disappear
Like air in a vent, not everything’s sincere
Much to learn and points to earn
But most is thrown aside with unconcern
Refrain with out restrain
And maintain a state with out conflict and pain
Only smudging our stain to find the under laying
Purpose of this world with nothing to gain
Holding low, quietly, tightening my grasp
To enable me to stand and out last
Cause be winning slow not losing fast
Reminiscing over complications of the past
What’s wrong with our heads in this vicinity?
Fighting for peace is like fucking for virginity
And they try to pity me?
Lies and deceit will be our only defeat
Cover-ups and propaganda held tight in our seat
While my poor man here is fighting to make ends meet
As it’s my lower class that feels the heat
Discreetly they control us loudly
Straightening their ties proudly
Like the fuck wit John Howardly
You ever gunna fix any thing
Sitting on your like you’re a fucking king
Only weak as piss
Bent over George Bush giving his arse a kiss
Cause to you ignorance is bliss
I could of spoken metaphorically
Hiding the meaning of my message cleverly
But they aint worth the time
To develop even sarcastically
Cause we are now the 51st state
And I don’t blame the Middle East for their hate
Just buying time ‘till where held locked in checkmate
Deprived of a life of freedom
Yeah we take asylum seekers
Tear apart our values and leave em
Without a life at all
Makes you really wonder if their better of at all
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man that rhyme about u thinkin ur the best is soooo whack man u rhyme like the fukin cat in the hat shit
My rhymes explode instantaneously
As no one straight up fires as fresh as me
Well maybe yeah pookie and trigga 1
As we 3 firer faster than a bullet from a gun
On the mic we let loose
And we flow smoothly like juice
I’m an instigator
On my beat calculator
My mouth a generator
Elevating higher on my elevator
Determined to define the meaning of everything
Lost in thought and seething everything
Cease the moment, as it’ll disappear
Like air in a vent, not everything’s sincere
Much to learn and points to earn
But most is thrown aside with unconcern
Refrain with out restrain
And maintain a state with out conflict and pain
Only smudging our stain to find the under laying
Purpose of this world with nothing to gain
Holding low, quietly, tightening my grasp
To enable me to stand and out last
Cause be winning slow not losing fast
Reminiscing over complications of the past
What’s wrong with our heads in this vicinity?
Fighting for peace is like fucking for virginity
And they try to pity me?
Lies and deceit will be our only defeat
Cover-ups and propaganda held tight in our seat
While my poor man here is fighting to make ends meet
As it’s my lower class that feels the heat
Discreetly they control us loudly
Straightening their ties proudly
Like the fuck wit John Howardly
You ever gunna fix any thing
Sitting on your like you’re a fucking king
Only weak as piss
Bent over George Bush giving his arse a kiss
Cause to you ignorance is bliss
I could of spoken metaphorically
Hiding the meaning of my message cleverly
But they aint worth the time
To develop even sarcastically
Cause we are now the 51st state
And I don’t blame the Middle East for their hate
Just buying time ‘till where held locked in checkmate
Deprived of a life of freedom
Yeah we take asylum seekers
Tear apart our values and leave em
Without a life at all
Makes you really wonder if their better of at all
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should i even reply to that garbage....and buddy im the one whose the loner i swear u just text like 10 times in one day...heres some advice.....GET A GIRL
hahaha
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so you sayin' i shood get a gurl?
nigga' im a fuckin' pimp
you juzt cant even rap back cuz you a fuckin' wimp
haha i bet you aint got a gurl..
alwayz tryna' rep 'bout dat you betta'
man.. you b' spittin' 2 hit linez
no offenze .. but sometimez your rapz dunt even rhyme
you shood get yo self a life
n' maybe you shood settle fo' a fuckin' wife
your ass b' stuck on a computer game all day
you act like stayin' home is okay
i bet all you do iz play, eat n' sleep everyday
every mornin' you b checkin' da scale fo' how much you weigh
yeah you cant get a life, so you look at gay porn
next thing ya know ya zippa'z broken wit your pantz all torn
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ok man remix and your raps is rocky,
spitin shit like he has a reason to be cocky
but your just the lean back remixes....to many copies//
im white and rich u black and live in slums,
dude u couldnt make a hit single if u produced a double album//
test me im like a volcano ill erupt,
your Pist of be cause ure STYLES wack and they got u LOCKED UP//
i spit my garbge raps cause u ahve some really shitty text,
your raps garbage...NEXT
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yo im gunna murda you
then its ya family
cuz id ratha do it in one sweep than have all this bitches tryin me
so if ya step up get ready ta die
cuz im tired of ya bull shit and all ya lies
im not in the mood ta be playin with this nigga
not in the mood cuz i've been blazin nigga
when it comes down to it its betta your life than mine
i'd ratha go ta jail than ta die
i can claim innocanity and be out in 2 weeks or less
be back in the streets doin what i do best
afta all this nigga's a weak ass bitch so
either step up or shut up u pussy ass Ho
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so yall talkin' shit 'bout me now huh?
yall dink im wack but yall goin over da line
itz lyke my rhymez r nuttin n u take wutz mine
out of how many tymez u complain n' fuckin' whine
y cant u juzt shut da fuck up n' resign
u talkin' smack wit all doze big harsh wordz
well i gotz sumtin to say buddy.. big wordz meanz gay nerdz
bump dat.. u b' sayin u gon' murda my family?
no offence .. but.. u aint even gon' get past me
i may b small n' i may lack in size
wen u do mess wit me.. letz c hoo livez n' diez
and i aint some lil kid to b messin' wit
i gotz a knife bitch.. n' your throat iz gon' b slit
before u can even scream .. or even cry to your mama
u gon' end up beggin' for mercy .. cuz bullshit..! dunt give me all dat drama
next tyme u mess wit me u betta' recognize
cuz if u do.. den letz c hoo' whimperz n' cries
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2 ya'll niggaz thinkin ya shitz hood/i read ya shit KURRUPTION and its pretty good/but to the other niggaz thinkin they hittin a lick/y'all can just lick my click/ya wastin paper cuz it aint nothin but shit/but its cool dont trow no fit/to anyone wantin to give me a shout/or try to show me what youz about/drop me some lines/flip me a couple of rymes/im done fo now ill give you some time/
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o man.. here comez ANOTHER freshman
comin' up here .. act lyke wutz up den!
actin' all dat lyke wut iz it!
rhymez suck.. betta' admit it
i give you propz for steppin' in
dunt get too cocky wit dat big fat grin
but you aint best not talk 'bout me
spit da mike lyke a true MC
tryna back korruption up..
wdf iz he yo boifriend?
yeah.. u know you both gay.. dunt try to pretend
after wut he said to me.. you still tryna' defend him
itz lyke makin' a slam dunk.. but you only hit da rim
you aint done yet.. u gotta get past me
your rhymez suck.. go back to college n' get your degree
your linez r lyke a 2 year oldz'
dey get older fazter dan wut u get in bread moldz
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nigga.. i neva' said i wuz hood..
ya dumfuck.. u musta misundastood
u say korruptionz' shit good?
dat aint as good as i said i could
n' you say me.. hittin' a lick?
man.. you da one suckin' a dick
sayin' dat im wastin' paper.. man.. i got plenty of paper
i dunt need all doze pieces of paper.. i juzt need one
cuz datz wut it takez to slaughter you n' den im done
i holla at ya.. i show you wut im made of
you cant do anythin' even if i slap you wit a glove
c'mon den.. go ahead n' represent yourself
betta' b original.. cuz im off da shelf
i dunt need no help.. i get my rhymez all in one snap
and now.. all diz tyme.. you gon' back down n' take a nap
cant say nuttin' cuz i got you all trapped
you cant do nuttin' but rap back n' adapt..
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so.. you say i get on da remixes too much?
you're da one hoo keepz repeatin' n' you're da one hoo lozt your touch
talkin' dat shit dat i dunt understand actin' like u dutch
for realz tho.. you talk all dat shit.. man.. you talk too much
you alwayz got sumtin' to say juzt cuz i live in da projectz
you talk dat shit 'bout me n' i take off on u fazter dan T-REX
always usin' doze weak ass wordz.. u needa b lyke malcom-x
he readz dictionaryz fazter dan u can sign checkz
itll take u lyke forever.. for me.. itz fazter dan sex
dunt lookit me.. i dunt needa da word book
i got fightin' skillz n' i could punch u as fazt as a left hook
thought so.. you got nuttin' to say now..
i beat you in diz battle .. bitch! .. n' dunt act lyke .. how ? ..
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Wyte bread why all the boastin,
cuz its your ass i will be toastin,
like a syklone come rip you apart,
you still on the bottom im off da chart,
or the rictor scale,
sick ass nigga sendin bombs thru the mail,
yo nigga im hard as oak and you just petrified,
and yo raps is dirty dirty mine is purified,
i dont care bout bein glorified,
but i kno your ass will be mummified,
cuz in yo hood you get punked like ashton kutcher,
but in my hood they call the fuckin butcher,
chop you in little pieces but i anit a canibal,
cuz you are "SHIT" i cant handle you,
or at least stomch you throw shit up like i got the stomach flu,
all i see on the pages is garbage,
so bitch put ya helmet on and stick to bein retarted
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yo nigga i can crush everything movin you got time invested in,
you couldnt be sick if you wrote in a lab that aids was tested in,
go ahead respond and take a chance,
cuz if you call yourself fresh you should be dancin,
and prancin wit your mc hammer ryhmes,
the last thing ya here is the HAMMER CHIMES,
then the church bells and the droppin of ya casket,
protective custody you better ask it,
or else you go to hella in a hand basket,
send you there,
beat up so bad you'll be the only in hell wit a wheel chair,
You weak nigga, shut ya fuckin mouth, it smells like shit.. Gone
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dunt get too cocky wit doze big ass words
cuz i gotz to say sumtin buddy.. fuck nerdz!
i aint tryna b harsh or anything.. im juzt tryna spit da truth
dunt say shit 'bout nobody.. or u gon' end up dyin' in your youth
or end up jumped .. workin' da rest of your life in a ticket booth
someone who you dissed, came in and punched your tooth
you sayin i b tryin too hard.. but i aint da one strugglin'
makin' throo your life.. wit all dat drugz n' shit you smugglin'
you're like a fuckin' terrorist target.. you're more wanted dan da police
once dey caught you.. it's gonna be a long time since your next release
you remind me of bin laden.. all hidin' in a cave
dere'z no food.. and eatin' your shit is da only thing you crave
cuz next time you ever mess wit someone.. you betta behave
cuz if you do.. you might end up in da cemetary's cheap graves
OnE N' OnLy .. REMIX
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