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see i play by my rules wit my grades/
give me a grade on the streets, im an A+ anyway/
im the pooch shooter, a glock aint makin ya bitch cuter/
caught in tha sewer cause ya blood on my flo'/
kicked in my do' but i kicked ya ass in less den fo'/
im a street nigga wit a gangsta glocc/
ten shots if ya round my blocc/
i aint fuccin im ringin my pot/
shit for real here, perfect aint tha word/
in this crazy world i got one bitch, one girl/
you the bitch, your mom my girl/
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Im known for being the tightest mc that depressed mc's so easily/
Finessly smooth through the truth I tell ya ya gotsa trust me/
Have no weaknesses when it comes to combat ya gonna suffer consequences/
Predator for cleanin up all the bullshit ya writ ya hypocrit thats the difference/
Start rhymes from the beginnin when im already winnin cause i aint changin'/
But I elevate more up higher cause yo head fulla air like tires spinnin/
Never retire, always breathin, spittin rhymes behind a mic no matter how old/
Im hot not cold or mushy like mold cause i can still rip a stage wearin silver n' gold/
Platinum watch ok enough of the bling time ta rip more things/
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About Lil Hood
IM SIMPLY THE DOPEST.HOOD NIGGA THAT I COULD EVER BE.
I SPIT SHELLS IN FLAMES. FOR BITCHES THAT TRY TO CARRY ME.
I MAKE LINES AND MAKE LINES TILL THE CAKES MINES. SMOKE BUD TILL I FINISH RHYMES.
SLEEP WITH THE MIC.SO I DONT BITE LINES.BREAK NIGGAS THAT HATE NIGGAS.WHO BE FAKE NIGGAS.TRYING TO UNDERSTAND WHY 50 KEEP TALKING ABOUT HE GOT SHOT 9 TIMES. TALKING ABOUT HE REAL WHEN HE BITE RHYMES.TRYING TO FIGURE OUT IF PAC REALLY DEAD.
TRYING TO KEEP MY HOOD IMAGE RIDDING OVER MY HEAD.
LIL,HOOD :shoot:
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Young kids and grown men don't wanna see me
cuz i be like reggie n in his face goes three
im hear to save the game, remember the name
im like a zippo lighter every time is flame
i leave kids with nothin but scars that remain
leave their arms empty where there used to be a dame
man im a player n u dont know how to ball
i stay fly while ur know to stall
my guns spit fire long as crack lighters
urs like ur muffler and know to back fire
bow down and call me sire, im the new king come to me and get hired
or come to me and get higher, it leaves you over and out cuz its that 189er
you can't compare to my reefer, i take care of it call me the greens keeper
you got bundles i got em 4 cheaper, im ill so when i spit i leave kids witha fever
chick like bevers chuckin the wood, n i don't need u fags im good
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I'm Rippin~Thru~Hearts Thinkin 'Where~The~Dissin~Start,
Like A 'Pissed~Ex~Girlfriend' I 'Tear~Ya~Part',
Cuz I 'Mack~A~Flow Like 'None-Other', 'Bust~A~Fo' Like Nun-Other,
'Leavin~Ya~'Breathless' Like 'At~First~Site' Ya Found~A~Luva',
I Got 'Mad~Flowz' Mad~Kicks, Mad~Houses Mad~Chicks',
Spit Flow That Gotcha Brother 'Suckin~Mad~Dicks',
Stylez 'Mistikill', Dissin You Like~Ya~'Missed~Tha~Kill',
Open 'Hit', No 'Block' And Ya'll Pussy~Fakes~Still~Miss~Tha~Shot',
I Told Ya 'Ya~Bitchslaps~Aint~Cuttin'~It' Last Warnin I Give Ya,
You 'Pure~Pussy' And I'm 'Fuckin~It'.
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Yo, my style is "doper than crack"
One "sniff from my rhymes" and you'll be makin my Gold plaque
Got bitches "hooked on me" like im a "kids learning book"
I play with they "chest pieces"(chess) like a pawn or rook
I got wicked flows plus I got wicked hoes
Add em together, and I sell box ticket shows
My hot lyrics, act as curseful sins
I'm a "natural 'Bad Boy', makin "BIG" wish he was "Born Again"
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The Best Open Mic Mod, Kinda Like God...Spitting Hot Lines...
I Dont Play Any Games, Many Claim..Im Hitting Hot Rhymes...
Dont Take Shit Like I Was Stone Cold...But Im Not From Austin...
Constantly Leaving Heads Stunned...And I Just Toss'em...
Call Me A Veggie Eater The Way I Eat These Herbs Up...
Now I'll Stop And Let The Next Kid Post.....Word Chump...
lol
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^^lols
Doubtless, Props are countless, Weapons through word
Close youre eyes, And there u leave, with reckoning heard.
The messiah, I speak, and everybody will listen,
Through my rhymes, rhythmically painting vivid visions.
Diamonds glistening, Clothes crisp, whips lined with sharpness.
Embodiying a new day of Hiphop, intwined with darkness.
Heartless on the streets, Figures standing alone.
A light flashes, one bang, and Im handed the throne.
lols. whatever
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I Have A Spherical Flow, It Never Ends...
Its A Hysterical Blow, When I Sever Heads...
With A Lyrical Show, That Will Amaze Thee...
Leave You Breathless, Restless To Hate Me...
Crazy...Cause Your Jealous, And I Felt It...
Sell This...Cause Well Shit.....
..........Im Dope And I Cant Help It..
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i leave poeple stunned with there own gun down there throat
i rips peeps to shred & watch as there career sinks from float
people like to be me, people like to see me & people like to greet me
i cant help u the one in the corner that nobody cares bout B
i try to except many, but im always out of control and rippin em
& that dont just mean yall, hell ill do the same to EMINEM
put him infront of me, and watch his career crumle o the floor
makin his words seem like there shit, and his stories a bore
thats all i got to say about myself, time to go rip some more
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There is only one thing that you need to know/
And no, it's not that I'd like a cup of Joe/
It's that I'm from Japan, hoe/
You can't beat the land of the east/
We invented great things like silk and yeast/
And as for me, I'm a beast/
That's what all the girls tell me at least.
Yo, mad chillin. Japan in the hizouse.
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I gotz me a big stick/
some call it a dick/
but i think that's sick/
i just call it a brick/
Like a candle with no wick/
unless you count the crabs/
peace
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Sit down vanilla ice, hand me the mic//
sit back, relax yo and lemme recite//
a few good lyrics, that come out as 'cryptic'
simplisitic, i'll crystalize that shit so you can sniff it'
and live it'
but to much will make you a statistic
and ballistic'
to find your 'lyricall identity'
now you startin, 'to realize bout my supremecy'
and if they ask, just say it's eklektic
why? Because my style is hectic
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not exactly sure where i should finish each line, but it PROVES how dope i am- just check the flow
no-tall-stories; my flows-more-flawless than yours-is, attacking with mac 10's, driving lambourghinis (sp) and porsches, see me with all this,killin' ya crew, iller than you, even my spirit is ill, if lyrics could kill, id commit lyrical-murder, im a miracle-worker, i put the 'G' in jesus, leave ya sleepless, my sylables-hurt-ya, writing incredible work and,i get more kills than bezerkers,i got better skills, i could get ya killed, ladies go crazy over me,i'll roast ya, im doper than coke and weed,i control fo' real, i'm oh so ill,
unstoppable,not possible, this verse is overkill,im earning dollars,im burning others,this clever shit is heaven sent, i learned to stop ya,
lol does that prove im dope??
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^^ y is that the last post? no really, why? is no one gonna write better verse than me??(i guess no one can be bothered to)
ah well, time to break the ice.
im another emcee,
u got nothing against me,
too hot to handle, got to battle,
stopping you quickly,
cutting ya swiftly,
you just cannot test me
what i spit is unbelievable
i could do better, but there's no need at all
i'm too clever, rhymes from heaven,
lyrical genius,my typical easy stuff,
walk 'round the hood
with my beretta
i'll decapitate ya
and i'll make ya
get on your knees
and beg-for mercy
your lyrics are nothing
you'll ne-ver hurt me
see, i am dope.