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Date: 2004-03-16 20:09:43

Comment:

hey, im here 2 piss the guy callin the other guy gaylord off


Scribe take it serious, various artist delirious, suffering from a lack of hearing us. Got my rhythm sussed for those who don't give a fuck, I do, and my whole crew is out to get you, and wreck you, disrespect you, disconnect you, left in seperate components in a state to complex to, ever step to what I consider intellectual, fuck you, wack rappers always sounding sexual. I rock, acapella, beat box, instrumental, when in your mental, I invade like oriental, move with ninja steps, online like internet, the phunkrepublic, hiphop, I'm loving it.

i  rapped  from 2001, my story's just begun, uh, You never hung in the streets where I'm from, We get ill with the lyrical, rela- individual, Every syllable, every metaphorical visual.

Scribe original next level shit for you to listen to, lyricism is vision, what I'm spitting is peripheral. Not the stereotypical type of individual, 8 bars, 8 flows, suppose I had tentacles. Rip the mic like I'm meant to do, come off like Imperial Mint fresh, my aerial view keeping me ahead of you, instead of you they're picking the Scribe, live, incredible, unforgettably phat, yo suckers looking edible.

You ain't got the feel, your shit just don't appeal, to the underground, had to be feeling when it's real, so [why's if he Scribe survives???], check it, are we live? Put me on your tape, I'll take a minute just devour. Off my mic, I like to ignite, philosophy, you're dead like old battery, naturally, I disagree with the purpose of your whole anatomy, had to be, want to battle me, come in packs of three, you can witness first hand my style, stabbing you rapidly. Reactively we, break MCs from Anthony to Zachary, and if you're not backing me, you're lacking me, constantly distracting me, trying to cause anarchy in my faculty, got beef? I eat it like pork, snap it like crackling. Picture like curves, you won't even know whats be happening, rhyme reflect reality, some MCs still imagining, so don't blame me why your style never changed, I stayed dope, lyically killing the cells in your brain.