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St. Cutie (Round 1)
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St. Cule Diss.. Round 1 STS tourny
washington spokane polityk st cule maceo voo da teach sts scribet tribe syndicate spokane hiphop
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Spokane Washington Scribe Tribe SYndicate STS
Born from the realms of Scribe Tribe Syndicate, I've taken the steez of the group and formed it into my upcoming LP "Gravel'd Roads." This page is dedicated to mixtape tracks, or shit we popped off in the studio. Either way most of its bangin, so listen up. Music is derived from a cultured prespective of Life, Love, skill and creed. Always hoping to bring hiphop to the elevated level in which it should be precieved.
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Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
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Peak #5,185
Peak in subgenre #3,057
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February 29, 2004
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MP3 3.6 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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When this Tourney Hit, Cule was soaping a big dish..// (at work) Hoping to get-sik fuck but luck didn’t give in..// Battle card left em scar’d, Was alarm’d and a bit sick..// Saw Poly – clocked out then left in mid shift..// He’s just a kid-shit! Prolly has zits – like boys his age..// (Damn…) cant tell if you collab’n or your voice just changed..// Got all moist and changed clothes and your mannurisisms..// Poly got punches by the bunches – Cule got his panties in em..// (Dog,) I got Snippers in ya camp, So every chance you get..// You better check your clique, Bitch, Just ask Mid sized Chris..// Truss that if your gums flap, I got guns that make insides rip..// Besides that You’ll need a bus pass till your buicks fixed..// But whats fucked up is, This kid’s around some crack and he squeaks..// Runs back to police with facts then he acts sad that he leaked it..// Their prolly listen’n to this track as I speak it, bug taped to his chest..// This bitch spits “Through the Wire” more than Kayne West..// Ducking wont solve it, But im bouta show Puffy’s no prophet..// Your ass aint made a penny, ya still got plenty a problems..// You shoulda took a note from Progress and called in sick..// Cuz the only time u’ll see a second round is if my first one miss.// Imma attack with weapons Sendin an axe where ya head is…// Your track acts as appitizer, bitch I’m back for seconds..// Or thirds like isosicles, ‘till I finish the whole deal..// I aint really heard of geometry but Polynomials..// You’ve hardly grown skills, cept now you write in bars..// (your welcome) Of Course this whore wants to battle…. Theres no fight involved..// Think your style’s sooner to be the tune of some foul rumors..// This child’s ruined, Meanwhile the crowd’s boo’n// Sounds so Loud about how Cule’s pals iller..// Lodging ninja blades – I’m Star’n the Saint like Val Kilmer..// Took about 10 Minutes and I Spit it, Didn’t wanna fuck u up..// Saw your old pictures and I figured u’d been punched enough..// Stutter’n fuck… next time put some soul in it… With all those water’d down rhymes it must be Culligan..// So Im holdin clips shootin’ – chest burn, doused in.// Red on your shirt – bound to ruin Stermer outfit..// Then Im out it.. There aint no question how im soundin’..// Like Residents of Derry – I got no doubt about It. Stop Clown’n .. This kid is cry’n in public.. Of course you got ate…. Aint u seen the size of my stomach..//
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