Clinton CASH
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Oh shit! Maybe I've just been in a hole but I fuckin didn't know that muthafuckin Shawn can muthafuckin rap. Why didn't one of you muthafuckers tell me that muthafuckin shit........muthafuckers
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I heard the song maybe 4 or 5 years ago. I think i remember some of the lyrics of the 2nd artist to lay a verse on it. It might not be exactly word for word but:
Jet Black Lincoln, 6 4 suicide doors
razor blade and a straw wit like 2 to 5 whores
-{can't remember this line}-
that got nostrils like vacuums to manuver that Peruvian Raw
-{a few more of his lines}-
roll wit the team, Desert Eag., infrared beams
move sloppily you'll probably get you broccolli steamed
or a hollow tip digs out the seed in you Avacado.
(that's all I got I know it ain't much but hell that's all I got)
anyone?
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Have you guys ever did like a tournament for battling before? I think that would br pretty dope you know with a bracket and shit like that, put a cap on how many people can join in, and let the people decide. What do you guys think?
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That shit is truth and dope. Keep it up!
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Ffflllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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Where you at Daddy! Come holla at me man. We gettin tired of waiting
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Yo yo yo! yeah I'm down. I haven't wrote in a few years so this should get me back in the hang of things. Thanks for the invite.
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{Chorus}
Hip-Hop is in my mind, Hip-Hop is in my soul/
Hip-Hop is in my blood, Hip-Hop is all I know/
if you love it you'll understand how much it controls/
it seems it's all about the money now and not about the flow/ x2
Verse 1
Yo! I loved you baby and that's straight from the heart/
I tried at a young age to break us apart/
but it didn't happen, truth to fact I had a hidden passion/
don't get it backwards now-a-days a nigga living lavish/
you exposed my weakness, brought me to my knees quick/
Trained Me! so when I rap I can't even see shit/
I blacks out, so pull the tracks out, wit my relaxed mouth/
I acts out and let it be heard like it's my last shout/
I don't flash clout but I lash out before my time is up/
cuz next in line is us to get them signing bucks/
(not finished yet but I will return)
Info:
instrumental - Talib Kweli and Mos Def (Blackstar) - Respiration (Pete Rock remix) - check it out!
www.youtube.com or just about any music site
P.S. show love let me know what you think of it so far. *peace*
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Fresh out the gate again and you know I play to win/
I only know a few souls that you can label friends/
fuck a drop Mercedes-Benz, wit mics, electronically I disable men/
then stare at 'em nonchallantly and display a grin/
Instead hiding dog I rather you speak/
Clinton CA$H c'est magnifique cuz I'm rather unique/
niggaz always jock my lines ya'll being all doubtful/
I got rhymes for days try and swallow a mouthful/
and with that I break down beats so I can teach 'em/
my impact'll shakedown trees and coliseums/
turning non-believers to believers/
and take 'em bout as far as I can lead 'em/ and livin their sets/
and fuck a platinum necklace with the polished briquettes/
real recognize real so acknowledge the best/
and acknowledge my raps/
cuz once I get that deal then follows the rest like the marvelous checks/
muthafuckas
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Clinton CA$H the name/ survivalist of pain/
the sky gon' drop when I arrive up in the game/
postin'/ on any M.C. that's spot holding/
top 5/ slide ya name off and just jot mine/
the game at a hault like stop signs/
M.C.'s rather jock crime than come up witha hot rhyme/
I'm not lyin', hip-hop's been my bitch since we locked eyes/
but now it's like a pop 16 or a hot 9/
It's simple dude, I'll give you hot tracks you can listen to/
sumthin that's quality cut wit no interludes/
I roll wit some sick individuals/
that's pretty unbalanced B low-key with morals and principles/
Hidden Records still invincible, invisible/
I'll bring it to you live or digital, it's critical/
uncut pure raw if ya mens wanna step to me/
throwing 'em quick bars with mental telepathy/
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Inhale slow exhale slower
this is what I do when my niggaz twist the dro up
foul like I'm flagrant
I ain't tryna brag you are now with the greatest, so bow to ya maker
Uh! flow like a menstrual
all I really need is a pad and pencil
to savor in this potion
mix it wit some weed and some prayer and devotion
then I kick the shit like shoes ya'll
a nigga talk slick and that's it he getting cracked like pool balls
Grand like Puba is I when I sketch the gat, to tear the flesh intact and let the caps infect his back
in the ground laying down is where he resting at
let's get it on til the break of dawn
with me and music together 2 rights never make a wrong
I'm low-key like I'm Omish clown
smoke a cigarette nigga Ca'lmate for I calm you down
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STOP!
STOP! stop the madness. Messenger hands down. Career ending verse. -
I thought i saw those bars on rate my rhyme.
besides that :
Messenger get's my vote. better rhythm, better vocab and choice of words yadda yadda yadda you get the picture
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That sounds like a chorus (No disre.)
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Ooh shityeah ill battle u , lay 16 bars ill reply . Take it easy on 'em Mess..
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D.A.I.C. Tell me what you think
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We got weed in the ashtray drinks in the kitchen
everythings on me I'll take care of this one
celebrating life and all the things thats in it
like rap and being black a few things I've witnessed
No drama here all though I know it's a habit
we all cool tho chillin cuz today is our Sabbath
we came to have a good time
with, classic rhymes recline grab a couple of dimes
and don't worry bout a thing all chicks ova twenty
I don't want nothing funny
going down, except for chicks lips and hips
on top of my dick, gettin drunk biting cherries of top of they tits
slobbin, a whole lot of wet knob and caressing
sex tips and tricks and I'm taking all suggestions
so vibe with me, Ma open ya thighs quickly
and simply let me give you whats all up in me
We can rock the roof, as I slowly knock ya boots
Old School style virgin chicks I'ma pop ya fruit
go head and laugh at it, face frowns up when I stab at it
put that ass to bed like bodies on Craftmatics
Shorty's say they love it when I talk like this
Well I love it when they lick lip gloss off they lips
got a lil strut wit em when they talk that shit
let me hit it from the back and enlarge them hips
*Chorus* x2
If you not down conversation ova
you can play the liquors and Ima play it sober
but if you down then we loving it up
One question Ma "We Fuckin Or What?"
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Wow that was quick. I give it to you guys, you on ya shit!
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Maybe I didn't do this correct. Could someone tell me how you guys do this whole battle thing on here?
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The shotty's is lubed up
I'm bout to fuck this nigga real hard in his pussy (faggot ass nigga) and I hope that his tube's tucked
get a crackhead to stab his eyes for two bucks
it'll be more then ya brains and intestines that's screwed up (get rid of that whack shit you holdin)
the shit that I'm gettin on
will leave this niggaz body so hot you can only touch him with mittens on (Mmm)
skulls get crushed and backs get twist
stuff his ass back in the hole of that crackhead bitch
Uh! my minds more serious, thoughts more skeptical
I'll steam his ass up like a vegetable "F" ya crew
I told ya'll once it ain't much to prove
so I win and I only chose to win cuz it sucks to lose
and I advise you to duck
cuz I ain't giving no warning spray til the fucking morning is up
so bye-bye lil nigga bout to die lil nigga
and when you get there see how high Heaven is up.
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasssssssssssssssssssssssyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!
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Isn't that why they have the 'Rate My Rhymes' section?
Real Flawz vs Clinton CA$H
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Ha! Ha! This character thinks I'm biting peoples rhymes
. Thats not the first time I've heard someone say that. Let's get it straight It's Pure Fucking Skill Nigga. Step ya shit up lil scrappa. You said it your sel yous a young nigga. But I'ma come back swingin with ease. Best believe that Homeboy. HOLLA! -
I said nigga alot in this rhyme. But that's not a primary word in my vocab. when it comes to rhymes. Just to let you know
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Take note, betta listen peasents/
I'll bring it to you like Christmas presents/throwing you hooks like fishing lessons/
that'll happen in an instant second, so keep close distant weapons/
tip of the knife or a Smith-n-Wesson/
and garunteed they won't be missing you man/
ya'll niggaz tired like the Michelin Man/
how you clappin' if you missing ya hands/
my niggaz learned how to dish and expand, when they dishing them grams/
we play the block like monopoly pieces/
TELL THESE NIGGAS THEY AIN'T STOPPING ME JESUS!/
when it comes to me dropping these pieces, you would think I'm on the block with the least shit/
or on the block for no reason/ 10 o'clock glock to your knot stopping your breathing/
that's the type of shit my niggaz is on/
no questions asked.. just declare yourself officially warned/
and when the haze gotta grip of my lungs/
it's like I gotta dictionary on the tip of my tongue/
STILL! I chase money like coke after corn liquor/
I'm armed nicca/
so you go head and try me might be a fuckin' swarm nicca/
might take a couple body shots, might lose a couple arms nicca/
so keep fuckin' wit the wrong nigga, then It's On like Sigel and Hov'/
niggaz reap what they sowed/
ain't satisfied 'til they sleeping in holes/
wit the devil puttin heat to they souls/
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This is fact rap got the same power as crack/
make a lil bit of money and divide the stacks/
I'm real hungry in the game I'll devour the track/
I got stacks of these raps wit some piles and some piles on that/
this is evident/
it won't take much for us to run up in your residence/
no case, no trace, of any evidence/ nigga get ta' steppin quick/
we copped the guns that they use to kill the president's/
bring it back like T.I., Jada, and Millz/
what I lack in freestyling dog I favor in skills/
and I can run a marathon nigga/
or get up in that ass like a pair of thongs nigga/
Nine-Nickel flow/ to get me in the zone I'm blowin fine spliffs of Dro'/
hoping that these Rawkus niggas sign me for sho'/
you prolly figured I suck/
but I drop 16 like a litter of pups/
you wanna clash witha Titan/who loves hip-hop/
and gotta passion for writing/ I love this stuff/
I hold it down and put a new style in the mix/
Clinton CA$H locked the term the 2000's is his/
*what you think* peace-n-love
STOP! stop the madness. Messenger hands down. Career ending verse.
That sounds like a chorus 
. Take it easy on 'em Mess..
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'preciate that Dude