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new spin keystyle in the spirit of a drunk
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From: spins...@shellyeah.org (spinsane the asciist)
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Subject: new spin keystyle in the spirit of a drunk
Date: 14 Oct 2001 01:08:51 -0700
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busted this pretty quick... very pure. very drunk.. not that great,
but crits requested..
--3:39am
<gangstarr sample>
"the thing i know best is where the gun is kept"
but see the thing i know best is where crabs undress/
like boiled to the hard chorus i kept it pourous/
heat these MCs til there skins turn orange/
you never thought there was a word to rhyme with that.../
but i'm like hardback dictionaries when i cap/
pull back the flap, see the unbelievable reviews/
i'll see a few people spotted, dotted/
red shit on your forehead so i think you're like johnny quest/
but so insignificant like an army ant/
while i'm charming amps into singing my styles that be beligerant/
like R+B, i'm the grandson of Miles/
with the Davis i play this to the Pavement when i freestyles/
alternative style talking Crooked Rain shit/
like Prince drunk on Hennesey, minneapolis was birthin' me/
moved down to the southern heat, back in 93/
caught infinity like Thanos, when I played ghosts and goblins/
and even if your's ain't, your girl's necks bobbin/
to this beat, while I'm typing in silence shooting skeet/
to her cheek to make her remember me/
like rememberance, or Deliverance, i fuck with redneck cant/
like son, whatchoo sayin shit?/
i'm parlayin out the swamp, red lights make me stop all that player
shit/
when i cop an epileptic seizure playin' donkey kong/
on the big screen, figs can't cover me/
erect like a set, tinker toys passed to thinkin' boys/
the architecture set in with a blueprint make jay-z jump back/
ask what he doing when he rap, i'm misconstruing that/
i'm true to the game like mid 90s slang/
take your nucleus DNA change and hang with the tire swing/
michelin twisting stems of the cells to mutate an army that rides
through hell/
the bell, tolls for thee you gay/
Hemmingway, anyway I speak, i'm suicide on sheets of papyrus/
i cap and dust MCs like envelopes sent to Rather at NBC/
3:53am
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