You...


This 10% luck, 20% skill,
15% concentrated power of will.
5% pleasure, 50% Pain and
A 100% reason to remember the name.

You tut i was behind you, Am clever you dumb.
Aye there looking for me, Am ahead of you son.
How am looking out there, Incredible huh!
Am turning down bit**es, you begging for One.
Sometime I talk to ma self, like Ni**a you suck.
All you is crap not rap, Instead of them joint.
Lots of you guys claim you do Rap,
While all I hear is just cracks.
 
Am a blood hommy, you just a dog.
Even in your hood, Son I gat them bugs.
If I hear you saying sh*t bout me, Ima send ma thugs.
Make sure they Fix you up, Until you end in a morgue.
You look fragile ni**a, Go push some truck.
Or take an exercise, like doing a Jog.
I hear you jobless, I’ll give you a job.
Start by cleaning this place, After I beat you up.




...............Brush off ma Shoulder..............

Granted, but ther white..

I wish to kill some1

Kill It

Sh*t

Set it Off.

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Emmmmmm!!! Cant say.

Ohhh Sh*t I think i missed ma Lighter..

Old English... The Game

Hahahahaha!!!

I tut her that...
She's gonna take you guys to hell soon.
Dont hate, cos she aint no Goom.
We off to hell, Hommies see y'all soon.

PiX out.

Hahahahahahaha...


Hommy M=3=S is kill this Ni**a.
Some1 call the cops b4 he chops his head Off.
He steped on wrong toes, now his jerking Off.
M=3=S buddy kill that  guy with 10 shots.
Now I'll make sure he takes Off.
Minchia scemia di merda, Pix Off.
Non confronto mi con quel rap, se no ti Sparco.
Am the King of Rap, U can call me San Marco.
Dont come Beefing on me, se no ti sparo.
I aint gat time for dope Artist.
Ur rap's so weak, Ni**a u're a dope Fagite.
U need go back to skool mehn, cos ur rhymes i dont get it.
U ran away from ur own battle, mehn what's that smell..
Other hommies stayed and spit shit, ni**a u gat fear.
Becareful with M=3=S Ni**a, cos his not scared.
He can do u much damage, and leave u with Scares.
C'mon ni**a make some sense,
Ur mouth gat those honeypot scents.
Am a real G, ni**a av gat the 6th sense.
..............

Get outa ma face b4 i punch ur shit.
If i hear u say something else, Ima break ur cheek.
And bcarefull with ur bitche, cos i Rob Em chicks.
Am Out!!!!   Dont make me come back,
cos I'll bring ma Clicks.
Shoot ur Ass flat, Until u go 6feet......


.............................Striaght Face..........................

Thats cos U aint gat Sh*t on me hommie.
Ur flows based on Gabage, Ni**a u's Funny.
I hear they say a bitche broke ur face dummy.
Naaa!!! Hommie am too grown for ya,
Go play somewhere else am too Bizzy.

Am out, this Boi aint gat Nothing...

Ok am done with this battle sh*t,
Ima fix things up.
For everyone that just flip flops,
You holes aint no rapper,
Cos your damn sh*t sucks.
Am gonna start fixing your gadmn bumps.
Segix you droopy ass sex sh*t,
You started a battle but you taking the first exit.
Your act sucks, ni**a your rhyme’s flop.
You aint gat nothing, just your 50naira Tank Top.
Hommy am Hip-Hop, Dummy you’re doing tick Tocks.
Ni**a you gutted, your flows based on nonsense.
You aint gat no Mic to spit on, you pure nonsense.
M=3=S is doing a Mans trick, cos he’s the only brother that gat flows.
His been spiting on ur dope acts, and he’s on with more shows.
He doing them 50’s, am chilling on them 60’s.
Don’t ya F**k with me, cos  a gat them M60’s.
I’ll f**k ya holes, like you’s them street sisters.
Son am a Don, ni**a you’s a bump.
Am black and rugged, you’s wack and dump.
Don’t come saying u fly, cos I shoot the Ducks.
Am lyrically literate,  you lyrically Illiterate.
Your stupid flow show you just a filtrate.
Ni**a get up!!!
 when u talk to da Boss, hommy  you need to stand straight.
I spend large, hommy u feed on plates.
Don’t come beefing, cos I don’t do Hates.
I kill ni**az who think they’ve gat Faith.
I’ll tell you son, You need to go push weights.
Am done here, Some1 get this ni**a outa ma Face.


Let me see Who's gat flows to hit the Rugged......

Teeco or Dick hole, i hear u like smoking.
Try smoking ur dick,hope it dont choke you.
Stop coming around and drop nonsense,
You aint gat no ryme, nigga u nonsense.
And Bigbaby, i see u gat ur pants on,
better put them on, b4 it get torn.
Ur rap's sick, but hey i think i like it.
I see u hittin on the fag Teeco,
dont you think this guy's geco.
am out you guy should get ur games on

Yo!!! You this Segxi or Sex shit,
Get your name right you stupid sex freak.
Am not a nigga you can f**k with,
Get your game tight or you get f**ked real.
Am here on the forum just to catch fun,
Tease bitches around and let them laugh on.
You can’t f**k with me mehn,
Am too old for you.
Kemp might be the guy for you,
Cos he’s gat dope on you.
I know he smoke’s hemps,
But he’s gat sense.
Spitting the shit he wants,
And they make sense.
Bitche’s done with you, nigga look at you now.
Your back so flat, you need vitamins.
Your bitche Bosom , they made of silicones.
Don’t try me, or ima beat you hommie.
I aint to be f**ked with, I can get you dooly.
Aye yo DC, don’t let me see you.
If this niggaz are your Pals, then ima beat ya.
Tell them to seat on da Bench, cos they

Which one

Lot of niggaz lost their Pops to da drug game.
Other niggaz lost their blocks when we thugs came.
you knew how to box,you aint know bout d slut game.
Soon as the money gets right, that’s wen ur love change.
you Niggaz know who to call when they want raw.
Am D blocks general, I stay gridding,
In da back of da van 2 K9ing.
Ma dope so strong is given pheans  d hiccups.
Coke so high, gat u niggaz doing stick ups.
With ma hand right dude I held Aces,
Noting on da scene, but Bloods and shell cases.
Nicky gloves on da scene, you cant trace me.
S.bitch under witness protection, getting face lift.
You niggaz can never be able to phyuk with me,
Say ma grace before I give you a buck 50.
Way over this young boiz head with a 90’s flow,
Every bodies chain is fake, but they shinny though,
I give it to any rapper you name, Ini mini mo.
Front like you real tough guy, but you hinny though,
Mouth real big, heart is tinny though.
Right before I fill you with Lead,
 you ask why me though.
You guys on the wrong road take exit 7,
That should take lead you to high way to heaven.     
And next time get ma name right,
else that would be da last time u see da stage lite.
Cant even get the ryme on ur line,
you sound like u doing a Nusary rymes.
Go back u get ur studies right.
And beware, cos if ur gurl's fine ama Poke her.
U can call me Blood, but i aint no Loca.
Dont try to copy this ryme, or ama Choke ya.
Pix.

Amarantine---- Enya