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User	Brack-Attax | 2006-11-14 |
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Message	mic check...

User	unknown soldier | 2006-11-13 |
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Message	Ugh, I rep my hood like any nigga breathing his last breath would Catch the slugs in my chest, stood Until my legs buckle and my head hit the rest of the wood But New Orleans lives on even in the event of my demise My intent was to die Just to allow every mutha fucka who reinvents to survive I’ll attack you upside and sideways just to leave dents in your side With bruised ribs you couldn’t draw breath if you tried DYR, we form plans in the huddle Then we break and I let the shit launch like a shuttle If anybody on my team stumbles and fumbles He’ll have to expect to get the hole Crescent City Rebuttal I shine brighter than lights that symbolize the end of the tunnel It’s too late now, I forgot even how to be humble My city breeds arrogance So if your too shy to accept embarrassment Put the mic down before any feeble attempts to carry it This hip hop shit is underground like Harriet And I chase down whack emcees with a spear in a chariot I’m so complex that you couldn’t even fathom it And me and Wonder Woman get our groove on in the back of her phantom jet Yeah I eat Wonder Pussy on wheat bread Then I make your crew lose control like they realized their chief’s dead I used to be all about letting the peace spread But now I’m more concerned with using to heat to delete feds I get mine, putting meat between sweet legs Ruffle your geese bed, amazed at how we make these sheets spread Like a complex mind, your bitch gave me deep head And I slaughter the shepherd so I never care what the sheep said “BAAAHH”