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01-28-2013, 12:01 AM
01-03-2002

CoNCReTe (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=6917)

yo yo..

Richard, you can strive to survive as i spit-this...
But hair-dye gets in my eyes makin me avoid the stop-sign.. hitten you, as you are another-victim...
Mix your drink... just to infect your mind with strictine, you're dyin... and i'm just laughin aside...

You can be protective...
And hire a private-eye to try and to be a detective...
And then you hide, and tear your own mother dry.. with no contraceptives...
[Richard yelling]
OH GOD DAMN... THE CONDOM WAS DEFECTIVE!!!
[/Richard yelling]

Richard... I take more heat on this board... it's like i'm prone...
They don't see the point, where I grip and explode each-microphone!
Cyclones flown to the drop-zone and let-go!
Like my metaphors which rip-holes that are over-blown as they eat away your wrist-bone!

You can't keystyle-'flow'.. without a hand to-type or-write...
You know?... They say my rhymes too-tyte that they-grab-knives to end-lives!
Then you have my words in this-verse.. stabbin your eyes til you scream cause it-hurts!

Richard... I could have made the pain-worse... AND MADE YOU SCREAM LOUDER AS YOU BLEED..
AND WHEN YOU BLEED, MAKE YOU LOSE THE WILL TO BREATHE!

yo..
Cause i'm Concrete...




Richard Corey (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=6)

I'm smashin' concrete like wreckin' balls, wreckage falls at my beckon call
I'll leave you in a second, sprawled on the floor with your necklace off
I bite with vicious infected jaws, chew and gnaw your dyslexic scrawl,
One shot cannon ball leave some of your neck vestiges but your chest is gone!

The illest speech, fill his beach with soldiers leave smolderin' holes in meat
I'm throwin' hot "Greece" on his shoulders, the way I'm conquoring "Crete"
Like calve excersizes I keep b*tches on their toes, Richard'll extinguish your soul
If you didn't want me in your home, in this battle you shouldn't have given your "least"

concrete get's stomped on repeatedly, with unnecessary violence,
I cause riots with my exceedingly ill flows, shake pussy's like dildo's
beware the stare of my iris, I keep cats in "check" like they had high milage
You coulnd't "come off the top" with a near-sighted, fear guided stylist
concrete isn't wack, but he's headed that way, I'm beheading these rap fakes
shred his last face with the plastic mask he's been wearing since our last embrace
I'm damaging, and stranding this man on a deserted island with canibals
Concrete is b boys ball boy cause he stays on the net, "hand-ing balls"
I'm an animal! With tusks and nine inch nails I rock harder than con...
Nah, that's too easy, I'll elevate my style once someone's smarter is on!!

My last two lines are irrivocably the illest vocals you'll never register
My pen-is-sealin' cat's illness to make sure that they're letters never fester


...yeah!!!


ahahahahghhghghg, i'm past the limit, oh it's not that bad...I'm tryin' something new, so if I lose, it's
cause he's better....