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THE REPLY - Lamot - 11-27-2003
ISH THA DON
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2003 9:46 pm Post subject: MY GAME IS DEEP IN POETRY
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HAHAHHAHAHA KNOWLEDGE FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Since the last time you saw me on T.V. blazing mc's
My life turned around did a hundred eighty degrees
There's a couple of key issues that I gotta address
plus alot of bull shit to get off my chest
Everybody got opinions that they wanna contest
I listen to most of them and ignore all the rest
some confess that I'm hot some stress me alot
saying that I don't deserve all the success that I got
is it me or does it seem that they're obsessed with my jock
either that or they just jelous of my props
all it took was hard work plus my obsession with fame
ask around who's nice and they'll mention my name
is he the best in the game? the question remains
will he shift numbers or is he a one hit wonder?
y'all can't talk about me y'all don't know what I been through
I just wanted to rap look what I got myself into
Gotta have it for burnin the mic,
Yo, you heard that I'm nice,
I spit the most bsaurd shit you ever heard in your life,
So here's some, words of advice, that you should listen to,
If u get offended, then guess what,
I'm prolly dissin you.
Lamot IS U for real,
I'm the least bit impressed kid,
They need to pass a deal to get these whack MCs arrested,
I've been blessed with the flow, spittin ever since,
Some say I'm conceided, but now I'm just convinced.
I aint tryin to be a hater, I just say what I think,
But I've seen better punchlines at the prom waitin for drinks,
Yo I spit flames, leave you chokin in hell,
And I blaze whack rappers like I'm smokin the L,
Look at your wrists all limp son, I know that you frail,
Prolly drop the soap on purpose when you goin to jail.
I'm on fire, so u know we smokin more than blunts,
And this aint chicken pox, you can catch it more than once
Fake thugs talk about guns, get they studder on,
The only toast they pack is the kind you put butter on,
I see through they image, like lingerie,
They try to see tomorrow, but they'll be gone today,
We're two different characters, dont make me bust in your mouth,
I'm gone from In Too Deep, you Marian from In Da House,
Plus you aint got game and you know it son,
That's why you livin single like Kyle in Overton.
Well, I'd battled enough rounds, smoked enough clowns,
Just to make a point like the kick after touchdowns,
You never hear noone, spit as sick as me,
U WANNA BE FAKE ASS G
HAHAHAHHAHA I KNOW THIS WILL SHUT U FOR A WHILE
THA DON ISH
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Lamot
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Joined: 14 Oct 2003
Posts: 35
Location: brisbane
Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2003 10:13 am Post subject:
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Damnn i was gettin bored waiting for your reply mutha fucker it took you this long to compose a rhyme that you thought would make me go mime nigga please you best not pray for my silence cause you know that shit gonna lead to violence.
Anyway bitch im gonna hit you back later alittle busy for your fake ass right now.
LATER MUTHA f&%K
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Big Tic J
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ish
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Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2003 1:59 pm Post subject: hahahahahaha beat this hoe
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mmmmmmmmmmmmm lil somthin i call it poetry
with a name like "Lamot"
you should join the taBrisbane
cause that's the only way you'll get flex to drop a bomb
when they retire me and i land in the booth
you'll be outside tryin to shake hands with scoop
yo, if the rap game is whack, everybody's blamin you
you from brookyln? then biggie mush be ashamed of you
cause ma rap, show you how it is
matter fact, you from sj, i heard they murder things
only time he seen beef is when he go to burger king
i'm the player in the game, you cheerin in the stands
matter fact, durin the superbowl, he was cheerin for the rams
you don't even like football, that's a myth like unicorns
he just like seein' grown men in tight uniforms
i'm freesylin when im kickin it
so riWakerleyulous, put yourself in a bad preWakerleyament
by the way, my little brother has somethin to say
(Lamot u gay coz u cant beat iss on any day)
hahahhhahahhaahahahahha
- Lamot - 11-27-2003
THIS WHOLE SHIIIIT MAKE'S ME WANNA PUKE
BIG TIC J, ISH U CAN CALL ME DUKE........
I spit verses similar to curses
Have nurses closin' up the curtains
Callin' up surgeons, hookin' ya body up to circuits
But ya condition just worsens
to the point ya lungs and ya heart stop workin'
'Til ya carried off into churches & churches then leave off into hurses
Play six feet Beneath the Surface
Along with the worms and the serpents
But I be somewhere in Persia wearin' turbans
wit tha taBrisbane militia, we tha toughest
Herbalist, the verbalist, J the thoroughest
Some kind of divine therapist
Come back to the states as a terrorist
Wearin' a face like I never exist
Pull out the nine and I spit
Cops touch me then I sever they wrist
Ask yourself what type of era this is
ish, J is wat u want to be
Ya superstar status don't mean shit to me
Lyrically sucker emcee still get frequency
Try to dis me now
How you sound?
Yo, whoever sign's you must be runnin the circus cuz you a clown
You a rapper wit a drug habit, hidin the truth
Camoflaugin ya needle tracks wit some colorful tattoos
You was never equipped for this
Never equipped to spit wit j
I'm swift as shit
Let me point out the main differences
You magnificent
I'm mic-nificent
Yo, i'd even go out on a limb wit it
Say you write a little bit
That don't make you a tight lyricist
Cause you don't practice or stick with it
Look at the 60 hour shifts I spend wit this
I never quit, I got a gift for the art
A low maintenance cost
No physical movin parts
In '88, niggas thought I was God
How the fuck did that change
I'm still one of the illest niggas in the game
So look inside yourself and tell me what you see
If you see a hungry nigga then you lookin at me
And its aight if you don't trust me
Cause I don't trust you
As a matter of fact I'll probably bust you
Motherfucker, Fuck you
& by tha way ish's lil bro tha hoe
i got somethin 2 say ...
u sayin fuk jj, well fuk u 2
urfather ur mother tha hole u came through
mothafukkkkkaaaaaaaaaaaaaa