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02-01-2013, 08:02 PM
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Hi, im none...ate once and now ur 2nd's to me
feelin sorry fa you-- only peak ya hit was followed by a-boo
da networkers had da nerve ta ponda murder-- but wont mark me
when daps wit dey best friend-- involve a start key
ur girls a sure bet on the bed-- legs cover the spread
Take it back ta whats it like son?whats it like son?whats it like son?whats it like son?whats it like son?whats it like son?-- she only good for Jughead
infact im psychic-- know what u rhyme before u write it
there's a party in ya mouth-- every guy's invited
crips excited from da blood-- an shell craters
get a groove back like Stella-- while meetin-Jamaica
cut off ya family tree n write these rhymes on da paper
networkers--just computer clowns, but u aint
--cool wit da culture...cuz-ya system's down
listen now, while i sit-n-pound...these fake ta da limit
uncovered ya gimics, thought u could win it...but wasted
a journy, yo rhymes-- traces of booboo, ya'huntin Yogi?
darts im throwing-- show me ya spot is blown-in
u cant close the show-- like a retarded dor'men
now mail ya verse ta Nat wit a sink attached...t'make sure its thrown'n
MC Jokes is as impressive as dung, he's destined to run
When I make a clock tick by his balls, make him 'second 2 cum'
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The Networkers
Mc Jokes
like a perverted bird jumpin on a worm to jerk somthin
this herbs learnin to take dad's burner.. with sperm bubblin
and words frontin, yearnin to make them lasting impressions
playin sharades with donkeys, i'll take his ass in guessing
back to proffessing, "no strings attached" like a Jew's Fiddle
only crowds you move are flocks of sheep: call ya Dr. Do-little
this fool's little, sportin jersey's that arent new like Kittles
saw ya crew: yer the only sad one in the pack like blue skittles
im through with riddles, gifts and standing on sleighs, chief
if we takin cheap shot, bottoms up! yer tanning on a gay beach
layin the same sheets, you used to wet, reppin "West Island?!"
please, to see my blows commin you'de have to flexx yer eyelids
Second2None
jus a little i acrobatically fracture his smoke stacks on his factory..// se he has to breate through his nasal passges only..// don't forget i am chin checkin disrspecting your blessings..// you canblend in with the concrete and be a more street weapon..// cause you couldn't work a test with cheat sheets..//you need viagra for that flow cause you came so weak..//it be that bomd nicca baby from out the bassinet..// but i am lettin the clip rattle and arid your sweat..// my rhymes wake you up cold and not even pose a threat..//just the sound of me rhyming is life threat-ning..//you flow don't last long like one-night flings..//
Hi, im none...ate once and now ur 2nd's to me
feelin sorry fa you-- only peak ya hit was followed by a-boo
da networkers had da nerve ta ponda murder-- but wont mark me
when daps wit dey best friend-- involve a start key
ur girls a sure bet on the bed-- legs cover the spread
Take it back ta whats it like son?whats it like son?whats it like son?whats it like son?whats it like son?whats it like son?-- she only good for Jughead
infact im psychic-- know what u rhyme before u write it
there's a party in ya mouth-- every guy's invited
crips excited from da blood-- an shell craters
get a groove back like Stella-- while meetin-Jamaica
cut off ya family tree n write these rhymes on da paper
networkers--just computer clowns, but u aint
--cool wit da culture...cuz-ya system's down
listen now, while i sit-n-pound...these fake ta da limit
uncovered ya gimics, thought u could win it...but wasted
a journy, yo rhymes-- traces of booboo, ya'huntin Yogi?
darts im throwing-- show me ya spot is blown-in
u cant close the show-- like a retarded dor'men
now mail ya verse ta Nat wit a sink attached...t'make sure its thrown'n
MC Jokes is as impressive as dung, he's destined to run
When I make a clock tick by his balls, make him 'second 2 cum'
------------------------------------------------
The Networkers
Mc Jokes
like a perverted bird jumpin on a worm to jerk somthin
this herbs learnin to take dad's burner.. with sperm bubblin
and words frontin, yearnin to make them lasting impressions
playin sharades with donkeys, i'll take his ass in guessing
back to proffessing, "no strings attached" like a Jew's Fiddle
only crowds you move are flocks of sheep: call ya Dr. Do-little
this fool's little, sportin jersey's that arent new like Kittles
saw ya crew: yer the only sad one in the pack like blue skittles
im through with riddles, gifts and standing on sleighs, chief
if we takin cheap shot, bottoms up! yer tanning on a gay beach
layin the same sheets, you used to wet, reppin "West Island?!"
please, to see my blows commin you'de have to flexx yer eyelids
Second2None
jus a little i acrobatically fracture his smoke stacks on his factory..// se he has to breate through his nasal passges only..// don't forget i am chin checkin disrspecting your blessings..// you canblend in with the concrete and be a more street weapon..// cause you couldn't work a test with cheat sheets..//you need viagra for that flow cause you came so weak..//it be that bomd nicca baby from out the bassinet..// but i am lettin the clip rattle and arid your sweat..// my rhymes wake you up cold and not even pose a threat..//just the sound of me rhyming is life threat-ning..//you flow don't last long like one-night flings..//