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Veteran XV
Sunday night drunk thread fucking REPRESENT

westside calgary forest lawn alcoholics put your hands in the fucking air

i make it hot i do it
i be on top as soon as the beat drop I DO IT
from the hood liquor store to the state penn

fuck yeah niggers
 
Illin' on a mega-villan
You must want a pine box to go chill in
Buried deep,creep,no one will weep
'Cause the next night with your bitch I'll sleep
 
hate it or love it the underdogs on top
and i'm gonna shine, homie until my heart is stopped
 
g g g g g g g g g g g G UNIT

i'm from ogden wear the wrong colors be cautious

I kill u if u drop me for my air max 95's
 
Now the words I speak to some may sound radical
But I'll explain,it's simply mathematical
You diss,I diss,this is creates an equal
You reply to my diss,this is called a sequel
I reply to your diss,this is called a battle
Not intelligent,not very adult
So I don't battle,I just put heads out
 
beats behind, technological, neurological it's unstoppable
check it out
i'm fantastic
furious like the five movin' on,
from forest lawn phenom
flow for eons
jay here's beyond, a fact most cats can agree on
cuz we're on the same frequency if not change your dial and get on
i flip a little beat and hit the phonics
keep heat like comets
we speak the street sonics
you need tonics, dont get charged with your schoolboy comments
all blazin on your man chronic's
i twist the hard cats back to bubonics, who want it!
 
raise ur hands in the air and everbody get on it the universal, magnetically
B-Boy scientific it don't stop

it go ON to the rhythym, you don't so, get wit' it
 
Criminal background,it's time to get down
I use a silencer,don't like the loud sound
Off my mic blast,you better run fast
The last punk that popped junk passed
Spit on his grave,laughed,jumped in my stretch
Signed his bitch an autograph
Syndicate boy,I don't fool out
You're full grown,school's out
You try to diss?..I think you better cool out
'Cause your butt is smoke,if we ever duel out
This jam is directed,to all of those who expected
For me to cold be rejected,but now I'm highly respected
And now their ears are infected
With dollar signs I've collected
Jealous punks,I said it!
 
vive, vibrations

dirty, rockin' to select from the sound booth
collect drama like panhandlers on skid row

stakes is high like weed smoke

cuz what i know is them niggaz gotta go
make me feel like _I_ need to buy a four-four!
 
Cruisin' for a bruisin',I'm talkin' no crap
Pipe bomb in my trunk,got a nine in my lap
I'm layin' for a sprayin',tonight there's no playin'
My posse's most strapped,tonight the crew's weighin'
Dust is burnin',the steering wheel's turnin'
I'm out a week,I'm already earnin'
Suckers crossed,tonight it's their loss
Payback time,boy,life's the cost
Gauges out the window,one lay cross the roof
They all die if those suckers ain't bullet proof
I'm rollin' death tollin',of course the car's stolen
But I'm blind to what's wrong,all I want is what's golden
A fool in a fight,too dumb to know right
Fuckin' blue light-read'em their rights

Drama
 
I got the lollipop if you wanna lick..
or you can take a ride on the magic stick

roll that blont, i can take you hgiher!

its not that i cant stop its taht i wont stop, I make it hot I do it! i be on top as soon as the beat dorp I make the club hot I do it!

these niggaz is a waste of rhyiming!

show you how that low rida bounce off the flow

i'm the muthafuckkin game and i can take you higher
 
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