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exhale the smoke from my lungs, standin like the ghost ive become reminissin where im from the 360 in the slums -im runnin second 2 none sippin rum deep in my depths im among- the ranks of the blue nose crew originals still comin up young// but cant nobody tell me shit about the ship that i run-...

this a little shit.. aint been graded yet.. but yeah all my life ive felt like im servin time in the system// workin for some scrill but in the end i wont get some// they got me locked down and stressin hard just to "make it"// and if they rub it in my face i get the chance im gone take it// if...

yo it been a WIIIIILE since i posted a written.. been workin on those audios.. see if i can hang with yall steel.. yeah yeah fresh off the dome.. tip the duece duece while im rollin on chrome// king on tha throne, sippin two eleven spotted a bitch that gave a dog a bone// now im rollin all...

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/4/bluenosemusicaffiliatesmusic.htm the track is called "Fazes", let me know what everybody thinks

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another album cover idea

im instigatin raps from u hustlas and macks im reppin tac in black in a cadillacc wit some cognac and a sack// so what it is that yall got crackin round this bitch far as rappin? or is it far as some actin? the shit im packin lite u up just like a chemical reaction// security clearance like im...

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its just rediculous how critics try to mimic this style and profile that i exhibit/ mixin hits with rhythm twistin spliffs and hit em so i dont give a damn about some criticism/ i talk about shit that happen when im livin, about how im driven/ im talkin bout money sixty percent of the time, cuz...

what do yall think of this idea for an album cover OR

i really gotta kicka flow for the hell-of-it im earth wind and fire but you can break me into elements// hook me up with critiscm cuz the rhytm leaves its evidence// im after the dead presidents faces big as tents for elephants// to upgrade my place of residence while i smoke my medicine// till...

(x2) bringin back the locos Blue Nose comin with the North West Locals gotta network bigger than T Mobile rollin on spokes with 2 grams in my coat hopeful you gonna overdose fuckin with tacomas most vocal we get it crackin - this is madness we get it crackin sucka this is mutha fuckin madness...

mutha FUCK gettin a JOB somebody hand me the paul MASSON/ all i want is bitches upon bitches jumpin out they HAULTER TOPS/ these hoes can give it to me RAW rippin off BRAS with my JAWS/ i think i know i got the baddest bitch that cats ever SAW/ with seven inch heels these bitches got MAAD...

it look wack with all the caps, but that remind me to spit it with excamation on the rite words.. this is a little rough draft first verse.. i aint got hte hook done yet.. holla @ me Step up out the house with one thing on my MIND// how 2 stack this fuckin paper livin life on the GRIND// Ive...

in the midst of the drama, beefin, struggles n all dat.. my minds on the positive.. i suggest some of yall follow my lead.. yo its anotha blazin summer and its 2000 and 3, its time we lace the northwest with some shit from Big G/ with S.U.S.P.E.C.T and a brindle pit named hennessey...

i just submitted this to a seattle label.. hopin for good feedback.. holla.. its like i started out with less so im determined to be the best, no contest.. this hip hop conquest starts at my desk/ cuz its a test.. i got my pen, a lyricist till my death/ im over stressed, anger been repressed...

AWW NAW its another Double-G-Flow.. comin ill from off the herbs writin rhymes easy as free-throws, replyin to shit that suck more than mosquitos.. while im off the gas like bean burritos, feelin clean about to hit the casino.. crackin perfect imperfections from cee-lo, call me tha captain like...

comin from tacoma, we spit raps out here/ till im tired catch me higher than the atmosphere/ in a class of my peers, remain low key.. dont nobody know-me, chillin with the homies burnin music on my sony/ only let myself control-me.. kick dope-beats like shinobi as i sold-weed, slow to rap upon...

alright, shit aint a finished verse, im lookin for feedback before i decide what to do with it.. here goes you best get back, because this young cats gettin his grip/ watch me ignite like nitroglycerin im flippin the script, while trippin on cid/ i think im flippin my lid.. on the outer limits...

another verse i laid on my our demo.. holla back if its wick wick wack up untill the sunrise, im workin on these rhymes.. anotha day another dollar, im competin for mine/ ask you to read between the lines, tell me what do you see?..a rap cat workin hard in 2003, bein all that ima be.. just aint...