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*DJ.Shine*
yet anotha quest to conquer meet this 38mic specialist verbal revolver with
skills so unbelievable the sickest individual supernatural powers that could
spot you even if you was invisible i got 3rd eye visual scopin see thru
anything whether it's closed or open i make worlds tremble the universe
crumble in the palm of my hand more intelligence than central sumthin you
just can't understand don't get mad a me man jealousy gets you no where you
sound like a bi*** acting all moody fussin bout how life's so unfair face
the fact it's world you's a puppet in my realm just frustrated that you's a
man with a body of a girl did i hurt you i'm sorry i meant to crazy people
are sane while psychiatrist label me mental psychotic but i'm the genius so
ya'll can get the finger and penis mu*** fu***!

*Sean2slow*
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*bobby*
it's the total eclipse of the mic somethings wrong the outline turns to
an ice cream bar with a bite that ho was right she ain't feelin it
that ni***s rap ain't tight the rest of the gang
caught the same disease like an epidemic
me as the critic the same days you sniffed the same air
on that small stage like it's a pulpit
and said fu** it my chalk work's invisible
8years has passed and i'm still dissin yall
meanwhile the drunken's at the seashore
they finished their last chore dividing the crust from the hardcore
it's the odyssey sean2 got the anchor yo escort all of them in but please
don't let it be us four write them a puzzle & see their brain get torn
spectural get them reborn to us cauze we'll just make more
the radicals becomes the golden calf they adore
we get our half and push them out on a blind fold

*Tiger J.K*
This perverted nation hit the verdict then I was facing many times in dirty cages,
my people shout and scream and hollar till I was out 30 days and open the book of revelation.
Hiphop was resurrected but was never dead like macaveli like pac in cali ,
the great biggie in jamaica maxin with Bob Marley cause the spirit lives on till you say it's gone.
music can break your heart like Tom Petty or like bomdettys up lift your
soul so feed your pot belly.
so I moved the crowd like waved oceans natural unconciously master of
ceremony make you think so cautiously before that bragadocious
be the knowledge of self infinite times hundred minds give it
in one to the fifth power bullets turn in to rose pedals
when I face them cowards so kill your erection of hate and take a cold shower
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ÞÌíºá¡åÞ / FEAT. DRUNKEN TIGER, SEAN 2 SLOW
BUGA KINGZ

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