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Wednesday, August 5, 2009
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2 Liners... Vol 1...
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My words have power, this just isn't rap /
I told Drake to break a leg, and the dude collapsed /
I told D.F.B to click on a track, and those dudes just snapped /
...and leaned, and rocked, now they stuck in the trap /
I told Mariah to let go of a cannon, I meant Nick but /
She dissed Eminem, and now she might be ghost like the O'Bannons /
I told Kon Artis that he had to trick dudes with his audio recorder /
Next thing I know, he changed his producer name to Mr. Porter /
I told Eminem he'd be ok if in the past he took one look back/
My mistake, it took him 2 years to get back on a track /
I told Lil Wayne some thangs, told him he needed a rhyme editor /
Birdman didn't wanna pay so Wayne just did it his way...
(you know how Lil Wayne says somethin in a rap and then says 'oops I mean' or 'I mean'? Check Ludacris - "Last Of A Dying Breed" for an example)
I told Blackstreet to take a backseat to the Backstreet /
Boys, Instead they declined at the same time...NSYNC..
V.I.C told me he'd do anything for a deally /
He sold out and made a song jackin my style and gettin silly...
"I got Commercial swag", she's confused like 'what???' /
He told the chick he's Slap Chop, she's gonna love his nuts...
I know a hater named Mike, he's always talkin **** /
But I got fists that drop mic's like Sexual Chocolate... (get it? Coming to America?? Aww..)
I'm just random right now. Later. lol.
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posted by Secret.
8:10 PM
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