Oct 09, 03
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ninewells poem
Ninewells is the name
spinning is my game you've seen DJ's before but it ain't nearly the same laying down the trax with the bass set to max now that I'm on the tables you can all relax the Smoothest the best the fighting lion is my crest and I must be blessed to beat out the rest and not be hard pressed and not get all messed this life is a test and I'm passing with flying colours, Im trying to be the most sylin' DJ who's piling all these bombs on you and gettin' your whole crew you feel it so true the music moves through you and now you can't stop bringing you to the top like a farmer with crop with every bomb that I drop And I am your shepard so together with me pray may the music ever be herd and spun by me OK! 
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Oct 09, 03
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I gots a fever, move over rhia
fuck.. i always do this i can't jungle freestlye
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Oct 09, 03
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you are the sickest jungle mc EVER!!!!! :kimmie: <3
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Oct 09, 03
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awwwww...
*claps* :kimmie: how cute!
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Oct 09, 03
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as jaydog would say "shocking"
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