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it is very simple to let her know that you love her, by just taking your responsibilities proudson

thank you all! its nice to be here. so far I have read many posts. and they were enjoyable. I think it is very important to have a forum like this, through this forum we can easily findout what you really think of such things. peace nabad salama

that was deep queen(but peep this , is called to my ex girl) i'm sorry for takin your first breath and first cry but i wasn't prepared mentally not finacially , havin a child shouldn't have to bring out the man in me plus i wanted you to be raised within a family .i dont wanna go through the drama of having a baby momma, weekend visit and buying J's aint gonna make a father for a while bearing a child is somethin i never wanted to do for me to live forever i can only do that through you. i still remember when we first met it was southside of my city , sometimes i look back and think that shi-t is my fault, i know you left and gone up creek baby you know my address baby write me back

OH on you dont wanna know how nomad like me came inn, i came by foot, sea or land running through this earth wind and fire,came upon moonson, earthquarke and blister yeah thats right you say flight 13 or 747 i dont mind coz am nomad by nature i stay true to my culure. my family tradition require me to diss you, coz you just like a bi-tch without breast. i won't talk about rolex if i dont have one i wont talk about fast car if i dont have one, you just another fake thug wanna be dying to hag my di-ck. for somalia on line editor there need to call paramedics whoever rated vicious garbage i will take 3 life from whoever hired that a$s white. check the list you lackin breath control, mental behavour, lyrical talent ,imagination and flavour. i'm the original incase you forget when it comes to war i get raw add another mic to the one's i rip. i poison verb like alcohol destroy ya liver, you just bitin my style i need tetnus shot, you cant stop original with a copy, you lost coz am dope of course. bishop hiphop mohamed Ali leave mic dead and smelly, sick flows am not you , am not you average fella. when it's my time to shine the whole world go blind from the sheisty side of town where nickle cost dime. i know you wack and weak so i say please leave here's the door here's your coat and mitt cause here we read and learn from bishop.thinkin you're hard coz you wear a gangsta T-SHIRT

i was raised muslim praying to the east , nature of my life relate rhymes i release you acting like daytime talk show, you aint a writer nor a fighter you're just biter ,jerking rhymes you dont even take the prize tag off who's to blame when your lyrics is lame, i heard you trying to damage my name the one i dont kill go insane. you need to shut that crap up, you got no backup you'll get slapped up, you really dont know me i'm to raw while you style is up and down like a see- saw i'm the seashore what you lookin at me for listen pretty boy , skills you lackin it, timing and rhyming you dont practice it, your class you skipped now your *** is kicked i laugh at it, cause we mastered it, i leave niggaz on top of each other like public housin in minneapolis

vicious i turn your *** to artist formerly known as, you better stay away i'll take your rap style and put in a lay-a way, you need eight more rapper just to make this equivalent, am not for oakland i'm millennium lyricist area code 619 physicit, i can smell your rhymes like a dude inside adiaper there aint no rapper bad as this i leave for 3 days and come back like the nazerathy, how so many of you suckas figured it, may be could get a name if bishop diss us, i know you suckas think you figure since you already a ***** you might as well give me some syphilis envious cause my rhymes is infinite and you are lyrically limited to the box you livin , come and get with this and when i break you off a chip of this you will be like cocchie with syphili on the clitoris i drop more niggaz more than a record label, i break niggaz down to his blood type device, sliced leaving trails of broken mics, you look better holding **** than mic,fear of bishop got you on the run like carl lewis.i got the so called hiphop purest you just hiphop tourist

the reason you call yourself after the man coz his your hero, after the 9/11 i saw you already bumper sticker but you *** is still a nigg- , dont get twisted Bush am not pakistani am somali the rap war lord always on point like that scored board Ending like the black hawk down i got you on the run like talibani you were gasp and shook, drag your white *** on the street of my home town, you did pack and go, beat me never, a righteous mind is devil worst fear ,you just a another apartment nigga not even house ,

bro you are not man or boys you just old but not grown , i think am to much for you ask sky high for back up to balance this

AIYYO,from minneapolis to st paul i'm a contender with the best and more or less you're ajust pretender just confuse, sell your mic and buy a bike because you're weak and take a hike when bishop speaks. NOW your stepping in my realm of malicious intent you get powerbombed like a sid vicious event so ask yourself when your rules are bent and your back gets bent I'M the lyrisist of the year you just a gimmick with gear you still far behind from making rap as carrer i suppsoe this mean stay in the abby blue industry for the remainder of the year, coz you heart pumps with fear sweating and tears YOU are not repping minneapolis , cuz i can get around you city like pac infact been around like the ice cream truck around your block ,like your girl tossing your salad to get respect, you think your know minneapolis well you just a man without a voice dont dare come with you copy and paste **** i can tell the different like having sex or making love .you need to find some lyrics that can can fit these kicks until then refain from riding my **** (you think you can bit this style i will bring you applesource

the illest weapon you can load is not your 9 is your mind ask a real gangstar he gonna tell you the same ,alot of this young kid die early simple and plain , trying to exchange book mark for street mark, street aint no joke the side walk might get you first, son this is path of your to walk on not to run, a phat wallet never make man free, i style free like mumia need to be free i make crowd move like organization dont make me do chaos with my third eye you gonna hate me like the man in the mirror like michael jackson