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Indognito wrote:

IDoNotKeyBind wrote:

just bumping this because i thought this shit was so cpol to read but sadly i can't rap coz im shit, cmon u guys are entertaining and restart it!!

You claim that you're shit but you got to have heart, that how you make it to the start, don't give up and don't lose you're focus, the rhymes will come like a plague of locust, but know this one thing if you don't get good you'll be like a bird with clipped wings, I got good through trial and error, now I'm known as the neighborhood terror, grate things gained when you work to get them, not by sitting and expecting to be set. Don't let those thoughts continue allow the fire to ignite within you.

You don't have shit, nothing but fart.
You think your all bad but you stank like an old walmart.
Is that where you live?
If so then you deserve the shiv
Right out the ass hole
Smacking you in the head like a game of whack a mole
You can't learn to shut up even though you've been told
You can't turn a pile into shit gold
Yet you still try to bang
With 3 niggas in a car, is that even a gang?

What the hell is this? the fuck I just read? Nigga you need to lay off the mead, cause you're lyrics are bad enough to make paper bleed, you are whack and dumb as hell, you're own lyrics where calling for help, I answered the call and slammed your ass against the wall, told you what's cracking and that'd be your balls, to the pavement now where's my payment. I ain't the nigga you want to be late with. I've been known to take fools out. You fit the discription so you better stomp out of the area you stand cause I'm coming for blood, ill knock you out and drown you in mud.

Indognito wrote:

What the hell is this? the fuck I just read? Nigga you need to lay off the mead, cause you're lyrics are bad enough to make paper bleed, you are whack and dumb as hell, you're own lyrics where calling for help, I answered the call and slammed your ass against the wall, told you what's cracking and that'd be your balls, to the pavement now where's my payment. I ain't the nigga you want to be late with. I've been known to take fools out. You fit the discription so you better stomp out of the area you stand cause I'm coming for blood, ill knock you out and drown you in mud.

You can't touch me
Everytime there is a fight you always flee
Acting all hard but to me
I can see right through the
So stand up and fight
Don't be afraid for your life
Or do because I'm fucking dangerous
I'm the real VIP
While your running from the police and the FIB (GTA's version of FBI)

There’s a hole where my heart is and whan I need a friend you were never to be found, I live in the slums continue to get knocked down fighting the power against a city that’s disowned us reality hits hard when you’re all grown up and there’s no one who’s there, no one to care about the struggles that’s there and continue to tear, causing pain that can’t be explained and after awhile it can’t be contained, it turns into rage, you turn the page only to realize people affected in the wake of distruction you’ve caused, the innocents you’ve lost through the years you’ve been tossed, you can’t be blamed but can’t be the same after the war that started the friends that departed, they call you retarded cause you speak views that are uncommon, while eating Ramon from the dollar store, after the war leaves a large sore on a part of the life you’ve tried to ignore, part of being grown is the baggage you own, danger gets close to home, no time to dial 911 on the phone, no time for pretend only time to defend, the things that you hold, possession you worked hard for and things you adore get taken away as you lay bleeding on the floor.

Indognito wrote:

There’s a hole where my heart is and whan I need a friend you were never to be found, I live in the slums continue to get knocked down fighting the power against a city that’s disowned us reality hits hard when you’re all grown up and there’s no one who’s there, no one to care about the struggles that’s there and continue to tear, causing pain that can’t be explained and after awhile it can’t be contained, it turns into rage, you turn the page only to realize people affected in the wake of distruction you’ve caused, the innocents you’ve lost through the years you’ve been tossed, you can’t be blamed but can’t be the same after the war that started the friends that departed, they call you retarded cause you speak views that are uncommon, while eating Ramon from the dollar store, after the war leaves a large sore on a part of the life you’ve tried to ignore, part of being grown is the baggage you own, danger gets close to home, no time to dial 911 on the phone, no time for pretend only time to defend, the things that you hold, possession you worked hard for and things you adore get taken away as you lay bleeding on the floor.

watch out for mastro sir !

3 pages left to reach 20, keep going guys.

Walid wrote:

3 pages left to reach 20, keep going guys.

let me call robin about this
he can perfectly done this job in short time.

SumairAli wrote:

Walid wrote:

3 pages left to reach 20, keep going guys.

let me call robin about this
he can perfectly done this job in short time.

I approve this

I suck at this, and asslick the one who edited my reply