T-K-G
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most nikkas favorite lyrical artists are mf doom stans so that should tell you somethingcall shyt nonsensical when it goes over your head brehs
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most nikkas favorite lyrical artists are mf doom stans so that should tell you somethingcall shyt nonsensical when it goes over your head brehs
Big Mel
@bigboss
He ain't seein' Keak....he might could see Pep Love though.
Charly Wingate
All Star
call shyt nonsensical when it goes over you head brehs[/QUOTE]
Every MF Doom fans excuse.. Hes a corny 40+ year old nikka that raps with a mask on.. Flow is trash, delivery trash, vocals trash.. How many Madlib beats has this nikka wasted?
Big Mel
@bigboss
max b gay, homie. especially now. hooga.
the rhyme king
truth.com
So he's better than Keak Da Sneak? fukk outta here
lmao comedy at it's finest.
Majestyx
Duck Season
why yes, you would be correct OP
Invisible Man
The Real Huey
He's definitely among the most consistent and varied rappers of all time.
the rhyme king
truth.com
im listening to his cd from 2004 madvillainy that shyt was ridiculous.
Sunalmighty
Superstar
DOOM needs to release that album with GHOSTFACE and find a way back to the states. I'm hearing he stranded in London.
yall making a nikka damn near choke up 
dirty_yo
hired help
Imo ure a lame imo lmao
the rhyme king
truth.com
big punisher >>>>>>>>>>>>. biggie with all due respect.
The harsh realities of life is takin tolls
Even Jesus Christ forsake my soul
Please tell me what price to pay to make it home
Take control, I'm makin dough, but not enough to blow
J.O.'s, they lust my flows, but aiyyo, I don't trust a soul
That's all I know or need to, these evil streets'll meet you
halfway and eat you, I laugh tryin to survive illegal
I leave you lost, bounce you on the cross, rip you like a horse
Sacrife your life to a higher force
Then I stomp your corpse it's the Bronx of course recognize the accent?
One of the last livin still in action, general assassin
Catchin any wreck, blastin any tech
Smashin any chest, passin any test, Charles Manson in the flesh
Any last requests before you meet your maker?
Sew what you reap a wake up, shakin up a storm like Anita Baker
I'll take you straight to hell and fill your heart with hate
Incarcerate your fate in Satan's fiery lake, then I lock the gate
Make no mistake, "The shyt is Real" as Joe, we follow the killer's code
When we come for you, tell me where will you go?
Nowhere to run, hide, I'll find you and and silence your screams
And even if you kill me I'll still be in your fukkin dreams
The harsh realities of life is takin tolls
Even Jesus Christ forsake my soul
Please tell me what price to pay to make it home
Take control, I'm makin dough, but not enough to blow
J.O.'s, they lust my flows, but aiyyo, I don't trust a soul
That's all I know or need to, these evil streets'll meet you
halfway and eat you, I laugh tryin to survive illegal
I leave you lost, bounce you on the cross, rip you like a horse
Sacrife your life to a higher force
Then I stomp your corpse it's the Bronx of course recognize the accent?
One of the last livin still in action, general assassin
Catchin any wreck, blastin any tech
Smashin any chest, passin any test, Charles Manson in the flesh
Any last requests before you meet your maker?
Sew what you reap a wake up, shakin up a storm like Anita Baker
I'll take you straight to hell and fill your heart with hate
Incarcerate your fate in Satan's fiery lake, then I lock the gate
Make no mistake, "The shyt is Real" as Joe, we follow the killer's code
When we come for you, tell me where will you go?
Nowhere to run, hide, I'll find you and and silence your screams
And even if you kill me I'll still be in your fukkin dreams
