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JEMZ

TRIBE Member
Okay so a while back I got this freestyle and the 3rd MC is wicked... in this track his rhyme goes something like this:

I rip a hole in the ozone
and leave you suckas spinning in space
I spit in your face
to show you how a clitoris tastes

etc....

but the rhyme that catches my mind is:

I was designed by a scientific staff to study metaphysics and math trying to develop the perfect paragraph.



Dope shit, but I dont know who the hell the group is.
 
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terrawrist III

TRIBE Member
Originally posted by JEMZ
Okay so a while back I got this freestyle and the 3rd MC is wicked... in this track his rhyme goes something like this:

I rip a hole in the ozone
and leave you suckas spinning in space
I spit in your face
to show you how a clitoris tastes

etc....

but the rhyme that catches my mind is:

I was designed by a scientific staff to study metaphysics and math trying to develop the perfect paragraph.



Dope shit, but I dont know who the hell the group is. [/B


dates??...era??...sounds like something Y@K ballz would say...i can really picture him saying that
 

JEMZ

TRIBE Member
Don't know dude. I was at a party this summer and was shooting the shit with this crazy hip-hop head and he gave me a disc out of his coat that he had burned and it had all kinds underground stuff he really liked so he gave it to me.

It is fairly new, but I cant even give anymore info, just wanted to listen to more stuff by this group, cuz the production on the song is really solid too.
*****
I rip a hole in the ozone and leave you sukas spinning in space
I spit in your face
to show you how a clitoris tastes.

At this pace your producing you'll never finish your waste
I play the shit from your tapes and make you admit it's a waste.

Your always after the cash
and after the ass
but you'll only be hacking some gas
after the blast

It doesn't matter if you're made of matter or mass
I'm realising raps so powerful they're shattering glass.

Put a rapper in a cast from his neck to his toes
I'm testing your dome
Peel away the flesh from the bone
tested and known
to see you you can take the pressure I blow
that I throw like small stones in a cyclone

I'm terrible beating you faggots
and tearing your beats into fragments
I'm eating rappers like tarantula's feeding habits

you drop lines that you fuck hot dimes
but you cock size will make your eyes roll counter clockwise.

I killing rappers with a cincular line
and if you can't hold the weight it'll injure your spine

I'm not Ill like walking in the projects with a nine
I'm ill like moving solid objects with the mind
I was designed by a scientific staff that studied metaphysics and math trying to develop the perfect paragraph.

I'm spitting rhymes that'll make your mother laugh
and travel over water and land like a hover craft
Raise my staff like Moses
to see if I can transport the whales and waives in motion
I'm flowing like an ocean
ready to rip them open.




Something to the effect. Meh I know this is a stab in the dark, but I don't get into to too much hip-hop often so when something catches my attention, I like to find more.
 
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