Heres some dope bars lemme know how you feel about emhttps://soundcloud.com/cloud9mg/sets/9400-guala-gang-ep
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Preach2Teach
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I don't drop bars, but I'm known to drop a whores draws
pull out the 45, that's how I settle all scores
stick it to your head and tell you "give me everything that's yours"
pull out the 45, that's how I settle all scores
stick it to your head and tell you "give me everything that's yours"
Preach2Teach
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Victory lap with your bitch on my lap
in her teeth there's a gap from when you gave her a slap
when I see you it's a wrap you'll be taking a nap
cos when i snap I'll be pushing your cap back
^^ Best bars so far??
in her teeth there's a gap from when you gave her a slap
when I see you it's a wrap you'll be taking a nap
cos when i snap I'll be pushing your cap back
^^ Best bars so far??
I see you spitting, kicking the gift
They wishing, they could be splitting,
These abdomens with wordplay that's unraveling
Maybe that's why it's could rap
For that same reason
I continue to put emcees inside of colostomy bags
Jus so you know, you ain't close to this colossal flow
I write rhymes with a Picasso stroke
Got my peers shaving they ears when I go Van Goh
Painting pictures, reciting scriptures
Da Vinci couldn't uncode
They wishing, they could be splitting,
These abdomens with wordplay that's unraveling
Maybe that's why it's could rap
For that same reason
I continue to put emcees inside of colostomy bags
Jus so you know, you ain't close to this colossal flow
I write rhymes with a Picasso stroke
Got my peers shaving they ears when I go Van Goh
Painting pictures, reciting scriptures
Da Vinci couldn't uncode
So I'm fearful of being in debt after graduation
I gotta getta job so I can make all of my payments
Tired of paying rent, no longer living with rents
My slow income has got me caged in like a chimp
Feeling more like a chump from the middle class dumps
Moving backwards from the burbs to the inner city slums
Wages like a slug, money's in a slump
So I'm saving every penny in my coin collecting jug
With my money bottled up and addiction to these drugs
I can barely afford gas to start my muthafuckin truck
Times are truly tough
Ima diamond in the rough
But it seems nobody in this town will ever dig me up
So I'm left to start hurting for some extra bucks
Taking out loans, currency from trust-funds
Bank account is overdrawn
And I'm running from the law
Ima muthafuckin rebel with a cause
I gotta getta job so I can make all of my payments
Tired of paying rent, no longer living with rents
My slow income has got me caged in like a chimp
Feeling more like a chump from the middle class dumps
Moving backwards from the burbs to the inner city slums
Wages like a slug, money's in a slump
So I'm saving every penny in my coin collecting jug
With my money bottled up and addiction to these drugs
I can barely afford gas to start my muthafuckin truck
Times are truly tough
Ima diamond in the rough
But it seems nobody in this town will ever dig me up
So I'm left to start hurting for some extra bucks
Taking out loans, currency from trust-funds
Bank account is overdrawn
And I'm running from the law
Ima muthafuckin rebel with a cause
gstreet blak
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They say I have the right to face my accuser. Alot of people couldn't take how I grew up. Heavy on the E n J so I don't taste my Kalluah. Slender nigga on plays like Michael Cooper. Erased by a shooter. Don't get it twisted, tell on ME I might price ya fate Imma shooter. Obama could never take my rights, Imma loser. Four times before a judge. Have to remind myself not to leave a trace even in my confusion. But we still carry pipes, right? Hallelujah. It's in my DNA. I watch CNN. It ain't no justice for us anyway... let the siege begin. Only I'm anybody killa. Freebandz? No, Free DN. Corners round my way, I freely bend. Not that no one wanna harm me but the N-I-N-E in... a nigga pocket bro... Cause even though down here it's tropical, haters still wanna rob ya broke... and bitches still quick to plot wit folks that wanna do ya harm... so you BETTA pop it joe... to borrow a phrase from my Chicago folk... I mean my family before Vice Lords wanna pop at bro... I can't see me dying at the hands of another other than God before I turn his head into sloppy joe... Niguz say he cool until I blackout... then I be in and out of reality like the work up out the cracchouse... within that time I been done laid you flatout... and jetted off into the night before the police can map all the facts out.
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I hear em laughing when they used to listen. He's a broke musician on a useless mission. I guess they'd be happier if I taught the youth how to use the kitchen. I get more attention dissing women than I do from wisdom. Such is the way of the world. Doomed in instance. They say he's a rebel straying from the normal do's and didn'ts. But I don't give a hoot about your truths or imprints on society they lies to me and nigga you know you knew they isn't gonna last through the light that I use...a useful prison. A tool for oppressive sluethful systems.... I've had quote un quote loyal homeys sleep with hoes who claim they know me. Fucc behind my bacc then claim they my tenderoni. But bacc to you is where I send her homey. Bein Number one contenders lonely when there's no challenges to send before me. So I'm rendered the lone g... Suckas roaming scared of being lonely so they sell they soul and you call me homely? But at least my self respect intact... while you needing help with that... to quote 3 stax... error syntax.... where they do that? Bitin like them smurfs 'g'nap, g'nap'. But you'll never have same results. Imma change the game results. With pen an pad or blood stains from colts....
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I hear em laughing when they used to listen. He's a broke musician on a useless mission. I guess they'd be happier if I taught the youth how to use the kitchen. I get more attention dissing women than I do from wisdom. Such is the way of the world. Doomed in instance. They say he's a rebel straying from the normal do's and didn'ts. But I don't give a hoot about your truths or imprints on society they lies to me and nigga you know you knew they isn't gonna last through the light that I use...a useful prison. A tool for oppressive sluethful systems.... I've had quote un quote loyal homeys sleep with hoes who claim they know me. Fucc behind my bacc then claim they my tenderoni. But bacc to you is where I send her homey. Bein Number one contenders lonely when there's no challenges to send before me. So I'm rendered the lone g... Suckas roaming scared of being lonely so they sell they soul and you call me homely? But at least my self respect intact... while you needing help with that... to quote 3 stax... error syntax.... where they do that? Bitin like them smurfs 'g'nap, g'nap'. But you'll never have same results. Imma change the game results. With pen an pad or blood stains from colts....
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They say I have the right to face my accuser. Alot of people couldn't take how I grew up. Heavy on the E n J so I don't taste my Kalluah. Slender nigga on plays like Michael Cooper. Erased by a shooter. Don't get it twisted, tell on ME I might price ya fate Imma shooter. Obama could never take my rights, Imma loser. Four times before a judge. Have to remind myself not to leave a trace even in my confusion. But we still carry pipes, right? Hallelujah. It's in my DNA. I watch CNN. It ain't no justice for us anyway... let the siege begin. Only I'm anybody killa. Freebandz? No, Free DN. Corners round my way, I freely bend. Not that no one wanna harm me but the N-I-N-E in... a nigga pocket bro... Cause even though down here it's tropical, haters still wanna rob ya broke... and bitches still quick to plot wit folks that wanna do ya harm... so you BETTA pop it joe... to borrow a phrase from my Chicago folk... I mean my family before Vice Lords wanna pop at bro... I can't see me dying at the hands of another other than God before I turn his head into sloppy joe... Niguz say he cool until I blackout... then I be in and out of reality like the work up out the cracchouse... within that time I been done laid you flatout... and jetted off into the night before the police can map all the facts out.
The positive post. Good deed done for the day. Good night n God Bless.
Rose above the shadows. Broken arrows. Sporting afros. Running Rebels. Grandma ma, Greg Anthony... oh and Ackles. Holdin shackles. Broke them. Then throw them atchu. You'll never hold us bacc... but yet you act to... open Act II. In this scene, the final chapter where we finally seize the castle and take our freedom bacc from years of capture. You wouldn't give em jobs so they resorted to fish scale, holy mackerel. Now we reach for the plateau. Robbed my people of their history within ya château. But now we coming up... lil ones with cunning and intelligence to match even the most intellectual of scholars... my youngins tough. And the sisterhood... even though these sisters hood... our youth is in good hands... I ain't afraid to risk it all just for a kiss from you... don't get it twisted, I love my people even the ignant... I love my pigment... from the skinny to the chubby ones... African indigenous.
Rose above the shadows. Broken arrows. Sporting afros. Running Rebels. Grandma ma, Greg Anthony... oh and Ackles. Holdin shackles. Broke them. Then throw them atchu. You'll never hold us bacc... but yet you act to... open Act II. In this scene, the final chapter where we finally seize the castle and take our freedom bacc from years of capture. You wouldn't give em jobs so they resorted to fish scale, holy mackerel. Now we reach for the plateau. Robbed my people of their history within ya château. But now we coming up... lil ones with cunning and intelligence to match even the most intellectual of scholars... my youngins tough. And the sisterhood... even though these sisters hood... our youth is in good hands... I ain't afraid to risk it all just for a kiss from you... don't get it twisted, I love my people even the ignant... I love my pigment... from the skinny to the chubby ones... African indigenous.
You want a sympathetic ear. You want a simple simp... forget it dear. Imma pimp better peep my file... be at Red Lobster sometimes eatin shrimp up... get it clear. Trix don't understand pussy power need dik... or they could all go lez... but women down low fiend to blow heads... in fact prefer it... catch nut in they face like I'm throwin an out to that Dallas Cow-bro Dez... Bryant... in the Pussy Imma Giant... ball head nigga... I ain't only the hair club president but Imma client. But women dgaf as long as my dicc, they can climb it... they ass, they want me behind it... stroke forward, than rewind it... repeat, remind it... this pussy mine girl... I ain't sign it... over to nan... and I ain't buyin it... unless before we fuk she lookin fine shit... I ain't lyin... I'm a lion biiiiiiih...
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Chris Man
And the pussy, I pounce on it... my dicc...watch you bounce on it... succ that pussy good like the best dro and I got an ounce on it... good sex from me, I know you counts on it... I ain't Dracula... but the way I succ that clit, I could be but I prefer count sonic... Cause Imma make you nut faster than that bullshit you used to. Imma veteran and baby got a mouf on her... go head and put ya mouf on it... fukkin to the music... how I keep my rhythm when I stroke? I count sonnets.
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And the pussy, I pounce on it... my dicc...watch you bounce on it... succ that pussy good like the best dro and I got an ounce on it... good sex from me, I know you counts on it... I ain't Dracula... but the way I succ that clit, I could be but I prefer count sonic... Cause Imma make you nut faster than that bullshit you used to. Imma veteran and baby got a mouf on her... go head and put ya mouf on it... fukkin to the music... how I keep my rhythm when I stroke? I count sonnets.
franklintom
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Listen to Sounds from Tuesday morning by Franklin Tom Davidhttp://soundcloud.com/user411241173/sounds-from-tuesday-morning-22
Preach2Teach
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I drop bars like shooting stars
jump in the air and I land on mars
locked me in jail so I bent all the prison bars
I have super powers like will smith in hancock
in your girls hands is where I'm placing my cock
when you read these words no doubt you'll be impressed
if you got the nice breast, be my guest and get undressed.
jump in the air and I land on mars
locked me in jail so I bent all the prison bars
I have super powers like will smith in hancock
in your girls hands is where I'm placing my cock
when you read these words no doubt you'll be impressed
if you got the nice breast, be my guest and get undressed.
