Aug 20, 04
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Axion
No way you'll never make it
Come with the weak shit I break kids Step into my zone mad rhymes will stifle ya Lines like rifles go blast when I kick some ass A lot of rappers be like one time wonders Couldn't say a fly rhyme if there was one right under Their noses I hate those motherfuckin posers But I'm so real to them it's scary And with my unique skills nag you can't compare me And no we don't make wack tracks and all the suckers get pushed back when I'm kickin real facts I represent set up shit like a tent boy You're paranoid cause you're my son like Elroy And you'd be happy as hell to get a record dal Maybe your soul you'd sell to have mass appeal 
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Aug 20, 04
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I know I'm dope but don't wet that
I've suffered setbacks but now I'm makin greenbacks Just like baggy slacks I'm crazy hip-hop Check one two and you don't stop Your head'll bop when I drop my crop of pure bomb, just like the seashore I'm calm But wild, with my monotone style Because I don't need gimmicks Gimme a fly beat and I'm all in it Word is bond I go on and on For you it's tragic I got magic like wands So I'ma end this lecture and I betcha Those who kick dirt and do time I'm gonna get cha Cause I be kickin the real While they be losin the race tryin to chase mass appeal ps: we totally have the mass appeal.
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