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5:49 pm
March 20, 2009
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Mr. AL
Master Shadowvillian
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I'm bored as fuck. I'm halfway through my verse already…so i'll drop real soon
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I’m shittin’ on you bitches, you can’t spit it how I get it/
I whip it add the stitches, you don’t witness you just skip it/
Then you gon’ re-gret it, I’m sickest on the hitlist/
rhymes are fittest business, lemme spit this how it is bitch//
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5:58 pm
March 20, 2009
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Mr. AL
Master Shadowvillian
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i wanna start a battle, i got nothin to say/
except for the fact, i ain't the one you should play/
cuz i got a strong flow, I'm spittin fiyah for days/
my words compli-cate, let your mind conden-sate//
the only thing that's bigger than my ego is my penis/
the only thing you wanna do is run out and see this/
call me Brian Johnson, cuz 'I Got Big Balls'/ (ACDC singer/song)
turn around smash your knees, and then down you fall//
call out Yung Ty-phoon, bring him to his doom/
my dissin is like glue, and it infect you soon/
yo homie look at you, you a fakin goon/
i will smash this dude, Todd now you screwed//
man my name is AL, but you all know that/
the sickest white boy, i can prove this fact/
i rhyme while a breathe, I'm a rabied cat/
and Yung Typh's wack, but we all know that//
(ABAB or ABBA?)
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I’m shittin’ on you bitches, you can’t spit it how I get it/
I whip it add the stitches, you don’t witness you just skip it/
Then you gon’ re-gret it, I’m sickest on the hitlist/
rhymes are fittest business, lemme spit this how it is bitch//
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6:39 pm
March 20, 2009
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Typhoon
Master Shadowvillian
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ABAB
OK, who the fuck is Al-Mazing? really//
I mean, Mo gave some good definitions to use for a killing//
really, if you spittin fire, why's it still cold in Canada?//
your words are most comparable to Hanna Montana//
and I'm like Tony, homie, you wanna play mane?//
I'll send you back like that Yu-gi-oh card Hade-Hane//
So you don't wanna make me flip//
you say you can smash my knees, nigga get a grip//
Back to reality, whoops, there goes A-L//
Typhoon can make it hot, while still rhymin with hail//
how am I a goon, when you tryna act real nigga?//
I'm screwed? you must really like feelin niggas//
your name is AL, I know, but I don't give a fuck bout two letters//
sickest white boy? I like Baby Rec better//
I knew you was pussy(cat), I'm more of a jaguar//
or a Lambo, you're like an economy car//
this would sound great in audio. Idk if the readers would read it like I thought it as I typed.
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http://www.last.fm/YungTyphoon
http://www.soundclick.com/YungTyphoon
http://www.myspace.com/YungTyphoon
Make sure to check the new open collab and hit it up.
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7:28 pm
March 20, 2009
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Legend
Capo
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what happened to no battles during the tourney?
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7:39 pm
March 20, 2009
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Mr. AL
Master Shadowvillian
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did i say that? well if i did..
ignore it for now. i just started this out of boredome.
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I’m shittin’ on you bitches, you can’t spit it how I get it/
I whip it add the stitches, you don’t witness you just skip it/
Then you gon’ re-gret it, I’m sickest on the hitlist/
rhymes are fittest business, lemme spit this how it is bitch//
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7:44 pm
March 20, 2009
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Mr. AL
Master Shadowvillian
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you still playin with cards?, you know you're cool when/
seems you went back in time, to the days you was 10/
hello there little boy, you want another dime?/
don't swallow your snot, when you visit next time//
next day you come over, I got some pokiman cards/
we'll play in the back lawn, then boot you a hundred yards/
shove face in the snow, get you prayin to God/
then i sit on your face, make sure nobody saw//
shovel to your head, it deliver brain damage/
bring you to a junkyard, sleep with all the wreckage/
grap a pair o' pliers, and i pry your fingers off/
in your mind you screamin, but you can't let one off//
now i let you know, i laugh in the face of failure/
why i cuasin overkill?, cuz im just makin sure/
my last 2 bars, and i really gotta say/
you ain't at my level, ever reach it? no way//
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I’m shittin’ on you bitches, you can’t spit it how I get it/
I whip it add the stitches, you don’t witness you just skip it/
Then you gon’ re-gret it, I’m sickest on the hitlist/
rhymes are fittest business, lemme spit this how it is bitch//
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9:46 pm
March 20, 2009
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Typhoon
Master Shadowvillian
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you talkin like I still play yugioh, like I live in your world//
where everything's sweet, but try to rap about things to make people hurl//
you must agree with that Hannah Montana line//
you just talked about giving little boys dimes//
many times, you wish you could spit like T//
but I pity the fool, cause he can't even fathom being me//
having a flow so sick even when it's in text//
just wait till round 3 of that tournament, Dizzy is next//
you don't deliver shit unless you worked for a Dominos//
and you afraid of the junkyard, them dogs chase all kinda hoes//
I still got every single finger sittin on every knuck//
and I'm sittin at the computer with my middle ones up//
failure and sure don't rhyme, 3 letters are just the same//
causin overkill? not unless you're playin that House Of The Dead game//
get at your level? man I'm so far past//
you talk alot of shit, stop kissin my ass//
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http://www.last.fm/YungTyphoon
http://www.soundclick.com/YungTyphoon
http://www.myspace.com/YungTyphoon
Make sure to check the new open collab and hit it up.
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9:47 pm
March 20, 2009
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Mr. AL
Master Shadowvillian
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I’m shittin’ on you bitches, you can’t spit it how I get it/
I whip it add the stitches, you don’t witness you just skip it/
Then you gon’ re-gret it, I’m sickest on the hitlist/
rhymes are fittest business, lemme spit this how it is bitch//
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9:47 pm
March 20, 2009
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Typhoon
Master Shadowvillian
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Yung Typhoon said:
you talkin like I still play yugioh, like I live in your world//
where everything's sweet, but try to rap about things to make people hurl//
you must agree with that Hannah Montana line//
you just talked about giving little boys dimes//
many times, you wish you could spit like T//
but I pity the fool, cause he can't even fathom being me//
having a flow so sick even when it's in text//
just wait till round 3 of that tournament, Dizzy is next//
you don't deliver shit unless you worked for a Dominos//
and you afraid of the junkyard, them dogs chase all kinda hoes//
I still got every single finger sittin on every knuck//
and I'm sittin at the computer with my middle ones up//
failure and sure don't rhyme, 3 letters are just the same//
causin overkill? not unless you're playin that House Of The Dead game//
get at your level? man I'm so far past//
you talk alot of shit, stop kissin my ass//
why's my shit doin that? it keeps molding the 8th and 9th bar next to eachother.
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http://www.last.fm/YungTyphoon
http://www.soundclick.com/YungTyphoon
http://www.myspace.com/YungTyphoon
Make sure to check the new open collab and hit it up.
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12:27 am
March 21, 2009
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Mr. AL
Master Shadowvillian
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I’m shittin’ on you bitches, you can’t spit it how I get it/
I whip it add the stitches, you don’t witness you just skip it/
Then you gon’ re-gret it, I’m sickest on the hitlist/
rhymes are fittest business, lemme spit this how it is bitch//
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