so listen up to my sick ryme, and step off the stage its jurrus' time to shine, all you otha's might as well take a knee, cuz dj paul and jurrus be write'in on the blog of the E.R.C hip hop lives on playa
yo yo yoo yoo yoo i am shaniqua and i'm married to shad, i know it sounds crazy but it really aint bad. and thats where i learned of sodapops rhyme time, so here i am bustin rhymes at lunch time. i rock the microphone on rare occasion, all it takes is a little persuasion. so sit back, relax, and enjoy my rhyme, i know its late but that aint a crime. my lifes been busy cause my sistas in town, and i dont have a job so i had mental breakdown. bustin rhymes is like writin poetry, but how i got my skillz is still a mystery. alls i wanna say before i peace out, is lets make sure we dont have a rhyme time drought.
just broughten a little ethnicity to the blog of the ERC.
grannie's in back walkin slow, walkin slow, while mama's in the front, tryn' to find where we should go, and little teenage girls lookin sad, lookin mad, and it is bloody hot gotta stop gotta wait grannies cane just got stuck grannies cane what the fun is this place when you aint got yo friends, need yo friends, fellin like yo world goin' end.
it's time. 96 hours. post your dopest rhyme. do it.
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so listen up to my sick ryme,
and step off the stage its jurrus' time to shine,
all you otha's might as well take a knee,
cuz dj paul and jurrus be write'in on the blog of the E.R.C
hip hop lives on playa
haha...i like the last line, dane. gives it a like "uunh!" yadidamean? so street. but...who's paul?
PS- my rhyme is soon to come. you can just live in fear until then.
dear brooke,
according to the boys of 36 mafia, dj paul is a dog one you cannot trust
yo yo yoo yoo yoo
i am shaniqua and i'm married to shad,
i know it sounds crazy but it really aint bad.
and thats where i learned of sodapops rhyme time,
so here i am bustin rhymes at lunch time.
i rock the microphone on rare occasion,
all it takes is a little persuasion.
so sit back, relax, and enjoy my rhyme,
i know its late but that aint a crime.
my lifes been busy cause my sistas in town,
and i dont have a job so i had mental breakdown.
bustin rhymes is like writin poetry,
but how i got my skillz is still a mystery.
alls i wanna say before i peace out,
is lets make sure we dont have a rhyme time drought.
just broughten a little ethnicity to the blog of the ERC.
grannie's in back walkin slow,
walkin slow, while
mama's in the front, tryn' to find where we should go, and
little teenage girls lookin sad, lookin mad, and
it is bloody hot
gotta stop
gotta wait
grannies cane
just got stuck
grannies cane
what the fun
is this place when you aint
got yo friends, need yo friends, fellin like yo world goin' end.
shaniquas good. she better be, with a name like that. jurrus and ida...nice effort. haa!
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