- Apr 1, 2001
- 2,093
- 7
The Thug Was Grand
one thug love blasting boards fasten swords with//
sharp-edge, mark heads in blood, a wild muskateer with gift//
his freestle thrust fears, bust tops on beers sip and uplift//
drinking bud, thinking thug, stinking club owner//
wanna kick him out, about some dim clout he's a donor//
of sad Hip Hop, a bagged gonner like glad ziplocks he didn't//
rip shop well, at the tiptip is hell best stay hidden//
scary like Tales of The Crypt, prevails solid in script//
fail hydraulics tends to slip, at Yales a alcoholic that grip//
bottles of boozes, which throttles his groove to drunkness//
even microphone's great, moan their fates cats flunk the funkness//
go home and hate strong updates is needed in this game//
twist lame as cats disagree violently, his spree silently aim//
to bring peace, warned and advised that scorn will rise//
if he don't recognize the prize in rap please realize//
somehow his blend make cats bow and bend then//
eat chow in the den shamefully aware they couldn't win//
his verses hold together like glued bold leather when//
he combine rhymes with his mind on the mic they blend//
even in a peace dimension, increase tension prevail, destroy//
spots like boycots and give toys to tots like Santa Clausn never annoy//
one thug love blasting boards fasten swords with//
sharp-edge, mark heads in blood, a wild muskateer with gift//
his freestle thrust fears, bust tops on beers sip and uplift//
drinking bud, thinking thug, stinking club owner//
wanna kick him out, about some dim clout he's a donor//
of sad Hip Hop, a bagged gonner like glad ziplocks he didn't//
rip shop well, at the tiptip is hell best stay hidden//
scary like Tales of The Crypt, prevails solid in script//
fail hydraulics tends to slip, at Yales a alcoholic that grip//
bottles of boozes, which throttles his groove to drunkness//
even microphone's great, moan their fates cats flunk the funkness//
go home and hate strong updates is needed in this game//
twist lame as cats disagree violently, his spree silently aim//
to bring peace, warned and advised that scorn will rise//
if he don't recognize the prize in rap please realize//
somehow his blend make cats bow and bend then//
eat chow in the den shamefully aware they couldn't win//
his verses hold together like glued bold leather when//
he combine rhymes with his mind on the mic they blend//
even in a peace dimension, increase tension prevail, destroy//
spots like boycots and give toys to tots like Santa Clausn never annoy//
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... what was going wrong about polls and being blocked and stuff?