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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!
Up the ladder:
the story of an arrogant butterfly
Down the ladder:
Spider
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Posted: October 18, 2002 3:42 PM PDT; Last modified: October 18, 2002 3:42 PM PDTWeighted score: 4.5126276 Overall Rank: 12767 Comments:
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god'swife @ 209.179.211.216
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18-Oct-02/8:47 PM
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You're world sounds more racist then mine. Your sister has food stamps, she doesn't need to trade sex for bread.
you're funny, but not like pooh with a handful of honey.. you want a duel..go get your snaps..it's on to lasvegas.i'm the king at craps..seven, eleven or haven't you heard..i'm in your grandma's bathroom and i'm doing the bird..but not to over step my highschool brain..that's why they call me Lord Celophane. Bitchh
good luck at the lucrative world of pro rapping. i heard there's a real market these days!
Wespect, G
Very good, in fact its bad (in true gansta style).
hee hee, tee tee..chicky chaw do we we.
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