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journey to being the top rapper (Free verse) by kliq

Yo all u crites out there my peeps and me challenge u 2 a duel not wit swords man, wit words man Just cos my edu-cation was gone, does not make me stupid boy I learnt from life From my motha getting mugged for the ten pence she had To my sister prostituting herself to sick men Just for a loaf o bread I learnt da language of da streets How dey dirty at night but disgusting in the day. I saw men so stricken, them could not wait till nightfall to steal How dare u call me stupid I'm not from ur racist world I don speak your language!

cleverdevice 3-Dec-02/1:34 AM
Very good, in fact its bad (in true gansta style).




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