on the self rep thread who ever has got thier shit together lets post it up if yall want shit me and rascar will start this shit off if you don't mind rascar drop our shit we aint running from no one drop it RAS

RAPACES


RASCARS VERSE:

we the illest to hold the mic, flow and patrol the sites...
yall flows preciscly wack, ours excites like a roll of dice
throw a right, jab..yu like us so are going right
outta ur way to imitate, ur fake, we the prototypes
we snakes switching to people, then switch back to shape shifters
better that, than some Vets adapted to anal friction
yall belive in wackness,cant start like, exceeding fattness in go carters
u wont abandon that belief, found ur path as a promartyr
best believe our flows harder..we got soul and mo' heart..
we got balls of steel and we always real, so dont start
read the verse and see the murkage..a covert stream to the sea reserved
u get smoked like weed and herbs by yours truely teamed with that eagle Byrd
ur "prey" on ur knees in church..all "rites" reserved
dont look so gloomy,truely doomed G, pissed..next time ull listen to me..
forget witty retorcs..similies and silly metaphores
untill we get at yall. and spin the wheel on the milli metal bars



BYRDS VERSE:

i done let ras hold the mic/he's a little more COLDER THAN I/
i hold the ice pick/that gets stuck in you wind pipe/
you wish you could roll the dice/but you get a head crack's
every time celo drops from the man/with the golden hands/
the smooth flow/me and rascar are like blackmambas on the roll/
IF WE REACT AT ALL..WE LETHALY INJECT AND ASSAULT
where not prototypes where the type that pros try to be like
WE AINT THE PHOTO TYPES, WE ROLL QUIET..THATS HOW WE'RE NORMALLY LIKE
but where too nice and too smooth/you can't contain us like the movement of blues/
WE COME WITH A COLECTION OF EPILEPSIES AND TUMORS TO CHOOSE
where more sensational than ray when he became blind/
EVERDAY OF OUR LIVES, LAYING THESE LINES DOWN..RAISING THE LYRICAL SCALES HIGHER
with our soul and heart allways spitting solid flows from the start/
you couldn't have a soild flow if, BONE FOR BONE, you where cut apart /
and blood flowed from your heart/...

speaking of hearts both of us have been thru many battles/
and yes where AT IT ALL DAY...MAN, ITS REALLY NO HASSLE
yes im the eagle thats on top of the food chain /
BRUISES AND PAIN INFLICTED, YOU GET SPENT LIKE LOOSE CHANGE/
OUR fire so hot got you lockED up for going insaine/
now your in a straght jacket, GOING CRAZY AND CROWING our names/
yes im the eagle in the sky /ras IS THE KID DEMON,
DEEMED EVILER THAN EVEN, I/YALL GET SERVED MIAMI BY DAY, EUROPEEN BY NIGHT
burning your brain me and ras where doing more than playing the game
WE OWN THE CASINOS ON SUM PACINO SHIT, ITS PAID IN OUR NAMES
ras got your shit gas up his lines are pure racing fuel/
THIS A COMPLACING DUEL FOR YOU FOOLS, BUT WE'RE QUITE BORED, TO SAY THE WHOLE TRUTH
our style pulls the world in motion /like a boat getting sunk in the vast ocean/
EVEN UR GIRLS PREFER US BOTH, "BOOBY" TRAPS..TO BE EXACT..WHEN THE "MACS" OPEN
i know you see us as a team i patrol the sky when he runs the streets/
where both look for prey to eat/SPRAYING HEAT, AT A HUNDRED DEGREES
YO I FORGOT ALL OF THE CHICKS, ME AND RAS GOT, METROPOLITAN MIX
RUN WAYS ON LOCK, EAST AND WEST, HOES EASILY REST ON OUR DICKS
SO IN CONCLUSION..PUT A SOCK IN IT LIKE MICK FOLEY
CUZ I GOT THE CLIPS ON ME, LIKE RELIGION, WE'RE LEAVIN' U CLITS "HOLEY"


just the debuts niggas...hehheh...

bump for all yall tag team rep xxl