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STEVE> Yo yoyo check, 21st century rap enough of that °¡¿ä crap you know what I'm sayin comin out str..... lyricist UPT, PT and Bobby killin wacked MC's like 1, 2, 3!

TIGER J.K> Liricals I bust are deeper than olympic divers better yet than ocean bottoms next to the skelotons of pirates, in the game of life it's all about who bust the tightest, if you ni.... try to bite this then get your head cought up in the vice grips. Tiger be that immigrant, not civilian just millitant to over throw the igorant to Redefine position within Hip-Hop and its citizens, my men and all my women and lyrical
ad......., tell me if you feeling it!

BOBBY> What I'm thinking abouts a practical notion, cause the dominant hits me but i shake, then i'm still in motion, Now hocus pocus I beg please now do focus. Unlimited stars got me potent, like speedy bullet when he was chosen. I float way above the sky the blury star sometimes you see sometimes you don't way too far like the unknown oohs and ahs. Cause you don't know untill I hit ya, you be like I didn't see it coming like the bee when it bit ya tell me whos wit ya.

STEVE> I flippin out my rhymes like dislexcit poet, kickin poetry me. equllvalent to 360 thousand infantry MC. I be all up in your fantasy. dismentle your mental lyrical wit my physco bangle eating up MC's up like ventle. stackin and packin and breakin down ni.... wit my s.. 44 oh 50 steppin into the vicinity of the UPT directly mental f.......

DJ. SHINE> Who the be baddest on the map that raps that be the fattest see homicidal tendency making MC's just a status statistic, chelring y farenzic bacistic murdering bumbaclots blowing spots upon your brain maintain your poise. Or get murdered like the rest return of the B-boys
bringin the noise so I empcoy my lyrical style to get you all bumbaded with the vocabs ill enuff to bust ya knee caps "Duh" gettin ya mad retarded "nah nah".

¥±MC¡¤STEVE> Yo! lets take a time out so I can bust my out you know what I'm talking about three strikes you out no doubt ¥±MC true MC. Group done even try to test me thats my identity famous rushing down this ice special
set you up like a child kill a style. When u see me roar my inedible r.... seaking through the floor when you want some more? you better front door
starting of this rap war.

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¥±MC> Microphone chekaaz shh I'm pullin down the level it's me only the special ooh and a little smell of that sionide gas but could it be the task be the last a message for the passage to the past what ¥±MC with Kim Bobby, UPT and DT coming out. dammagin anthing near here commin to ur nearest theater with the illiest ride. You will really have this year buzzin from beer my dear we keep this for real.

CARLOS> As I attack wit'a abstract vertical rap ya ni.... step back as I react comin' on tack put it on wax harder than de.. impact ni... what but never the less everybody wanna mess and flex wit' this (1/2) K-Mex
from the west wit drunken Tigers on my side, bustin' lyrical rhymes divine, spit into ya spine take control yo mind as you smoke on the kind, wit' the Uptown Family causing trageties, fatauties, ki....' wacked MC's like 1, 2, 3 taking it to the next stage, for the new age can't run away, can't run away can't hide me and you do or die.



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Hip-Hop Syndrome
1999´ëÇѹα¹



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