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heres a track i did a couple months ago..it aint mastered really so excuse that part of tha track..lookin for feedback http://www.soundclick.com/bands/7/sircut_music.htm

damn fatal, wut happened to tha board homie. it aint even worth a comeback....

aint posted in a minute..lets do it..holla

yo everytime i see this board i see the same statements// these wannabe clay aikins claimin they strapped and that they aint fakin// its jus biz-arre how i spit bars that leave u violated like little boys when mike jacksons' dick's hard// i give sars like i came from china// the only way y'all...

cursed in the womb, came out like i was dispersed through a tomb (im lonley!)i can only depend on myself fake friends and family jus pretendin ta help i reflect on my self and realize i aint livin fa nothin it aint shit that im lovin cuz aint shit lovin me back this life is rubbin me bad, ima...

yo i cant get my shit on soundclickit keeps fuckin up..n e one know another way to get my cut up on this bitch? holla

that "battle" is up on tha siccness radio now.. kodogg i know u wante to peep it..it was an unintended battle verse(dint know who we was battlin)..mine was over a beat but it was quiet so i couldnt get on beat that well but wutever and the other foolz was accapella..peep it and leave feedback

where can i get a good program like cakewalk or cool edit from for free cuz kazaa sucks and i cant get em on download.com..holla

i got perseverence when im servin-lyrics, dishin-em-up// holla fuck anyone and everyone wit out givin-a-fuck// u better be listenin-up when im speakin-my-mind// ima baller in my swiss and dickies wit a creace-in-the-side// im mean-when-i-write cuz im releasin-these-demons// i 'cum' so hard u get...

this board sux..biggz roll in talkin bout how its gonna be better wit him as a moderator and he aint done shit..too many newbies thinkin they god and no real battles or tourneys..sumthin needs to happen fast wit this shit..

i gotta slight-need fa weed, u can find-me in the streets-of-sj// fuck wit sircut and u lucky to keep-ya-chest-plate// u can eat-my-tech-frame, pull one fo a homicide// ima a sergeon on-the-mic// rate "higher" than other mc's like im "off-the-pipe"// gotta 50 cal on-the-side of my h-i-p// u can...

IM JUS DEFENDIN-MY-RIGHTS// I WONT SURRENDER-TO-TIME// I'LL GIVE GOD BILLS, QUARTERS, PENNIES-N-DIMES FOR AN EXTENSION-OF-LIFE// I NEED TO SERVE-MY-PURPOSE// WIT OUT MEANIN TO LIFE THIS EARTH-IS-WORTHLESS// I'VE SPENT HARD TIME IN PRISON WIT LITTLE-TA-EAT// CANT WAIT TO GET-TO-THE-STREETS//...

song entitled "confused" im feelin like-ima-neusance in this life-of-confusion// i got a lisence-fa-usin a ride-thats-not-movin..how confusin-is-that?// its like im-usin-a-strap for protection but its jus abusin-me-back// there's a-clue-in-each-rap..that shows-this-affliction// feel like i was...

raw-thoughts wit rags and sawed-offs// was on a mission to prison but i got-off..committen-crimes// submitten-time..to the street, time-fa-my-folks// these feelings kept inside when these lines-wasnt-wrote..savage-actions// derrived by lavish-passions..wishin-fa-riches// addicted to street life...

3 verses im lookin to record..need feedback " MY LIFE, MY THOUGHTS" verse 1 a couple a years-back// i was in the P holdin-my-tears-back, controllin-my-fierce-acts on queer-cats..frontin-some-thugs// dumpin-some-slugs and sellin nuthin-but-drugs..to fiends-fa-cash// now im gettin the...

yo who is that spittin on #3 on NE1..straight knock..

like TiM said: "no one whack reply"

i got more-raps(blunt wraps) than ya store-has// under age so u have the clerk slide em through the door-crack, right over the floor-mat..grab the blunts, give em the cash-and-split// roll it up jus to find ur wraps-dont-hit// finally smoke and ya ass-is-so-lit u look down and thought u saw ya...

how do u post pictures under ur posts? also, how can i change my font color?

hit it in the back-seat at a track-meet// skins slapping, 10 minutes, dicks-blasting..cold-hex// bitch said no-sex, convince her? no-test// had to keep it on the DL but she told-friends..no-women-no-more// get hoes like john-goodman's-old-whore..Roseannne// fat ho wit rolls and toe-jam, this...