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The whole album was sick as fuck & that bonus track was dope as fuck, i was feelin the whole album... And Going Out Tonight Feat. Lindsay & Lil Coner was one of the sickest songs on there, i was definatly feelin what Lindsay was doin, and Jasons verse was solid as hell... Overall the album gets...

i'm sorta new to the whole northwest music scene but everything i've heard is sick... dividenz is tight & skunt is sick as fuck... im just tryna hear whats comin out the northwest.... peace

Can't sleep, so i wrote about the first thing that came to my mind.... Different type of shit.... what would you do if your homie got shot? step back and let it happen or put a cap in that niggas knot like you say you would? on the really could you take penitantry chances and spray the wood...

drunk keystyle.... well see how this turns out..... I stay bangin the curb, these gay's stay hangin-on-words vets speak Test-weak cat's who approach me with heat, grab the roach closley & seek out my prey, homie, you'll get touched-in-the-street, mumbles leak out my foes, but I cant hear...

just a friendly battle, who wants to go at it....

You talk like ya rap-fames goin places, i snap-frames and blow out-faces...Cock & clap straps to show what fate-is, so sick of hearin how you surrounded by hoes...Show my foe's what hate-is, quick to step in the fast lane & get pounded-wit-blows...Speak about bein on point, i'm well...

If you don't feel me, don't respond... [Talking] Most love songs end in two ways, a paradise where love is everything or they can end in heart break and you wondering why thing's didnt work out. This is real. [Verse 1] Loves full of lie's, guys and girls who want to be lost in the...

Pretty sick song.... Anyone got the lyrics?

You love to spit, I know how you think of the dick...Dont lie homie, you love that shit.... The type to start a newbie-thread thinkin you tight...Get hype & tear out ya heart after I get to-ya-head...You'll be dead, takin funk on "site' to another level...I'll dishevel ya face, grab the-shovel...

What up folks.... As you can see the forums have been FLOODED with bullshit and the mods ain't been wit it at all... So I'm willin to mod the forum but I need to know if yall are alright with that.... Tell me wassup....

Death is the metaphor of life, take a breath and inhale that last moment of light... We represent the creation of man...Confused wita veil of hate and love, tryin to reckon lost souls...Stride on to die strong, our envoirnment is a eutopia gone cold... Take me to salvation where I can be at...

wrote a quick one up for ya... I'm so "Juvinielle cuzzin'...Deep inda drug game, not to mention my "hero-wayne' got me creepin tryna plug shells in ya frame...Shay I can sence-tension, why the hell you speakin my name? You ain't no different from the rest, leave'em leakin when I aim...Known...

I need some folks to sign up for it...if you're down heres the link.... - Cali-Stylez Tourny - thanks...peace

The sence of hate seem's so potent, hence the fact that I'm hopin there is love within these walls...In awe, thin lines of emotion, & the devistation when tear's fall...I know he hear's all, so this is my last cry for help...Where are you in my time of need? I'd rather die then have delt with...

MOVIE WAS FUCKIN SICK, A DEFINATE MUST SEE... WHO'S ALL SEEN IT?

Once again, the threads we're FLOODED with BULLSHIT. x-kalibur: My strap's is -Anastetic, I'm to intelligent for this fake... Jae Rizzo in-need-of-medic's, and You can-tell-I-ment to come nice...Cus so much is-at-steak, so precise & at no point will I break...Time I focus on you, duck this...

When I'm lonley, I sit on the roof and gaze at the stars. Knowin you're from far away, it seems we aren't so distance. Damn, I really miss you... It's been so long, but I remember paradin late in the street light Never wanted to leave that moment of bliss, when I got home that night I couldn't...

SMuRF... you down for'a friendly battle, the boards aren't really crackin so...lets do it...

Man, game's so "deep'...I gotta use'a "snorkel' when I talk... We creep and when I aim the heat, cat's get lined in chalk... And mankind as we know it, stands on the block...Hold steady... With both hands on the glock...I'm cold and ready to rip'em... Turn they soul to fetti, wita life in my...

All I see is sheds of tears, and deep down inside I been dead for years... And I can't escape it...I'ma sleep and still drown in fear...Find me swollow'n my pride, and I've cried for peers...Cant even pull myself together, so here's my salute...To someone I used to be...Dilute'd from reality...