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June 27th, 2005
11:12 pm
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This girl I know
walk with her hips swinging everywhere
she walk across the room, I thought she was jukin' with the air
Paris Hilton-obsessed, underneath that blonde hair
But she can't dig into her intellect
she's subconciously scared
so she walk around like all she needs is a man
But life lies behind the eyes, not behind the pants
I havn't tried to convince her, I know she wouldn't understand
but how can she live with a life so bland?

White boy thug talks with his grammer all wrong
Getting hot new kicks, courtesy of his rich mom
he's convinced he's a pimp 'cause every girl says they're his
5 years later he ends up with syphilis
thought he was the shit, but all he was was ignorant
'cause now he's not exactly pimpin' after he got some ho pregnant

Current Mood: indescribable
Current Music: John Legend feat. Kan the Luis Vutton don- Number One

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June 19th, 2005
11:57 pm
[ur_lack_o_faith]

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(Chorus)

(Verse 1)
(Chase)
My lyrics are like nothin you heard before,
They're violent, like we're in a state of war,
Feuding words get spit like nobody's business,
Lyrics so high they start to transgress,
Pass boundries that haven't been crossed,
They hit you so hard it's like memory loss,
A blow to the head, givin you amnesia,
You get numb like it's anaesthesia,
Freeze up and forget your verse,
But son, your pride can't be reimbersed,
You feel like you got hit with a brick,
I make you cry, like it's a chick flick,
Shooting lyrical daggars into your back,
Because when it comes to rapping your a literary hack,
You can't even write your own rhymes,
Because you have to start over a million times,
Even your mom tells you that you should throw in the towell,
Even your best critics sound like simon cowell.


(chorus)

(verse2)
(haas)
undone, im too tired to think

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11:18 pm
[ur_lack_o_faith]

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(verse 1)
(haas)
Lords Of B-Town here to take the mic back,
Wurrdplai is on a straight-up lyrical attack,
The un-signed hype is just tryin to get signed,
But still tryin to rap with the same state of mind,
DJ O So Fresh back there spinnin the tables,
Over the scratch my rhymes sound like one of Aesop's Fables,
My white bread rap group brings it down like no other,
In a battle anyone black or white would get smothered,
The rhymes flow off the tip of the tounge,
So hott they feel like they came off the devil's tounge,
Couldn't afford studio time, got lucky and knew ketch,
Recorded and threw our record out, hopin we weren't playin fetch,
Just wanna hear a jam or two sung by a stranger,
Or get stuck in a restaurant record changer,
So just sit back and let my mad sicca flow go through you,
Now rock away, like I know you want to.

(chorus)
*who knows???*


(Verse 2)
Awww MC C Wizzle takin his spot in rap's hall of fame,
For writing rhymes like this I take all the blame,
My flow's so sick it feels like an epidemic,
Like a virus it becomes deadly systemetic,
Givin you goosebumps, diarehha, and vomiting,
It goes on forever symbolized by a ring,
Won't Stop, Can't stop, til you scream my name,
I won't look back after the obstacles I overcame,
Now all I need is a producer to get the word out,
Let people know who's comin up in the game without a doubt,
Risin up like an mlb star thats on the juice,
Me unsigned is a tradgety like child abuse,
So come on over with contract in hand,
Because after this I'm in high demand,
Offers on the table waitin for acception,
So you better hope you get the interception,
I'll be in the studio the next day ready to record,
Ready to chart topics that are unexplored,
Just get me in the booth and watch me do my thing,
And get ready to be amazed by my linguistic string.

(chours x2)

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June 17th, 2005
01:34 am
[ur_lack_o_faith]

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(Verse 1)
(haas)
Turn on the radio and see what you find,
I bet it's not something smart and divine,
I bet it's mainstream talking all kinds of bs,
So called pimps tellin girls to take off they dress,
Then hommies talking about hustling back in the day,
Making kids deal drugs and try to live that way,
Luring our young down into the depths of nothing,
Bustas popin each other tryin to be king,
Of the rap game that no man can really hold down,
Hell it's hard enough to hold down a single town,
So why not at least do something for the good of man,
Nowadays that kind of music is like contraband,
Not accepted on MTV or even on VH1,
I mean at least don't show them your gun,
And tell kids its cool to be in a gang,
Because they deserve a long flashback before that big bang.


(Verse 2)
Why don't we rap about Jesus like in the days of Gospel,
Are we afraid agnostics will be enraged and rebel,
Or Buhdists and Musslims will hurt the sales,
I guess we arean't allowd to go into details,
My boy kanye wasn't afraid to go there,
So when he goes in the club "Jesus Walks" is blared,
People need more balls and to not be scared,
Jesus and Hoes can't even be compared,
So people just need to settle down a bit,
The Lord holds me down, and that is legit,
So I'm gonna make it ok to hear the lord on a track,
Instead of drugs, money, hoes, and people talkin smack,
Because The lord has gievn me the light I need to shine,
With the spirit runnin through me my raps become divine,
Yea so lets get rid of this gangster rap on the radio,
We don't need it to keep a mad-sicca flow,
So remember what I say in the next line because it's cleaver,
Ho's and Money are temporary but the Lord is Forever.

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01:14 am
[ur_lack_o_faith]

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white man freestyle
People call me a wigger because I can rap,
But then when I put it down they go "snap",
Still the color of my skin is holding me back,
So when I put out a Mix Tape you hit next on my track,
Why should my race affect your music selection,
Because being white isn't imperfection,
Simple minded views say that I can't flow,
But I got hot verses that I don't waste by smokin dro,
Why do you think that my rhymes are whack,
When you know Mad Sicca Emcee are ahead of the Pack,
Recording in the studio with Iketchi,
He knows I'm white, but he still respects me,
He's heard me rhyme so he's knows I'm for real,
The skin is white but the rhymes are unreal,
Just remember that when you hear our next track,
Because Mad Sicca EmCees are on the Attack!

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June 15th, 2005
09:55 am
[ur_lack_o_faith]

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(Chorus)
I dumb down for my audience
And double my dollars
They criticize me for it
Yet they all yell "Holla"
If skills sold
Truth be told
I'd probably be
Lyricly
Talib Kweli
Truthfully
I wanna rhyme like Common Sense
(But i did five Mil)
I ain't been rhymin like Common Sense


(Verse 1)
(Chase)
Truth is we make songs like Chrome Dome for the money,
So we club up our rhymes and then here comes the honey,
And we get used to her so we go back to the club for more,
Instead of the lyrical rhymes that we want to implore,
With this bling around my neck I feel like I'm someone,
But the rhymes that I gave you can't be undone,
So I dumb down for my audience to make a dolla,
So don't disrespect me when people are yellin holla,
Yea I know that I don't rhyme like common sense,
And I don't give you that same ellement of suspence,
I put the club in my raps so I can hear the money roll in,
But I can't take the shame that it puts within,
So when I run up in my crib I write the good stuff,
But I throw it away all up in a huff,
Because ya'll can't handle the way I spit my raps,
But when I pull out all the stops ya'll yell "Oh Snaps",
I rap circles around the best out in the game right now,
But When I add the lyrical factor it affects my crowd,
I wanna spit rhymes that stick,
But instead I write rhymes real quick,
Dumb them down to sell a few more,
So I guess that I'm a rhyming whore.

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
(Haas)
We try to dig deep for the raps that come within,
But instead we try the juice comin with the jin,
Yellin' Holla Back and tellin you to bend to over the front,
And have people gather round like we're doin a stunt,
But when they yell "OOOHH" I wish it was because I rhymed like kanye west,
Or talib kweli, common, you know one of the best,
But instead I do it all for the money it brings to me,
And "let's get it CRUNK" is all I decree,
When I really wanna rap about intellectual stuff,
Man I wish I didn't have to keep up with bluff,
I got my poker face on and I wanna speak the truth,
So remember that the next time I hit the booth,
I was raised in the suburbs so I can't rap about the hood,
So I wanna rap about stuff I know like I should,
The money's comin slow but it's like slow motion,
I don't wanna rap for that million dollar boat cruisin the ocean,
I just wanna bring you that mad sicca flow with my Wurrrdplai kick,
So when I get crap for rappin like this, trick you can suck my dick.

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
(jared)
Latino Heat here to spit it like I never had the nerve to before,
When you hear me comin don't jump down and hit the floor,
I don't cap ya'll like I used to when i laid it down,
I don't need to be the king you can take your crown,
I wanna rap with that hidden meaning you don't hear with the rest,
I know I'll be the best even when you don't consider me the best,
I won't be walkin round with the bullet-proff vest,
Because I'm not a gangster like the posers out there,
Man, naw I ain't truely being fair,
They been through rough times like I don't even know,
But they definately can't flow the way I flow,
They can't put it down the way I put it down,
So take them back to the metaphorical hip-hop dog pound,
Now I'm gonna put meanings behind my raps instead of bein a thug,
I don't wanna get capped, and I definately don't wanna sell drugs,
So if the money slows up after I drop this track,
At least I know I'll have the Mad Sicca Emcees behind my back,
I'll be like Talib Kweli or Mos def back in the days of blackstarr,
Before Mos Def had to go off and try to be a movie star,
Hell, common sense and talib still know how to rhyme like whoa,
They got lyrical meanings behind their mad flows,
So just understand I ain't tryin to be fowl,
When I drop the better stuff please don't scwol,
You knew it was comin and it's well over-due,
Man, If only I could bring you to lyrical rhymes too.

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June 14th, 2005
02:24 pm
[ur_lack_o_faith]

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(Verse 1)
(haas)
Yea dj oh so fresh spin that stuff, drop a beat,
when i spit that stuff it's like a-skeet skeet skeet,
UHH yea I got the flow that will send a chill down ya spine,
Mad-Sicca-Em to the Cees we can't be confined,
One sicca two sicca three sicca more,
Up in here it's mad siccas emcees galore,
We rule the game and we aren't even signed,
Mad Sicca's better then every other rapper combined.
(Chase)
Dre, Em, 50, The Game, Luda, and Nelly, Nas and even Rakim,
They better take their rhymes back to the hip-hop gym,
Try and beef them up a bit and think that they're fly,
But Rims, Ho's, and bling is where they rely,
They need to widen their herizons before they can see,
I don't know how they ever got their hip-hop degree,
But we take them back to school with each of our raps,
I still think they need a tutor, and summer school perhaps?

(Chorus)(Lost & Found will smith)

(Verse 2)
(Vince)
Yea the Dj is steppin to the mic to school all of you,
Lyrical rhymes are becoming way too far overdue,
So we're gonna stick you with a fine to set you straight,
That's what the Mad Sicca EmCee decided to conjugate,
Because all the current hip-hop sensations need to be sedated,
Because the good name of hip-hop has started to desecrate.
(Jared)
Latino heat wants to let you know that it isn't abou the benjamins,
It's all about the love of the game, and that is startin to wear thin,
So let's bring back the good old days when you bled your heart into your rhymes,
And rappers weren't know for shoot-ups, robberies, and other crimes,
I want to let you know that that's why mad sicca emcees got into rapping,
Becuase when we turn on tv all we see is music videos with lots of capping,
And hoes walkin round in little peices of floss, didn't your moms teach you better,
A really good looking girl would still be attractive if she were wearing a sweater,
But that way the girl could keep her dignity and not have to look like a slut,
I mean really when you think about it what's so attractive about a butt?
(Jacob)
Yea like latino heat was putting it down girls don't have to be sluts,
So when I turn on TV I don't want to see videos with all that smut,
That's what's wrong with all the videos out there right now,
But this is that stuff that I can no longer allow,
So lets keep the videos like the good old days, a good dance off does wonders,
So let's not lower our standards so we see all of todays blunders,
Yea how about we keep the ladies respectable and the violence on the dl,
Just think about that as we bid you a polite farewell...

(instrumental break)

(chorus)

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June 12th, 2005
12:10 am
[ur_lack_o_faith]

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(Chorus)(So fresh so clean- outkast)

(Verse 1)
(vince)
Yea I'm Oh so fresh and us mad sicca emcees are super fresh,
yea and we super clean, so show us your big-o-breasts,
Uh Dj Oh So Fresh turnin this record like a pro,
I supply the beat to my patna's mad sicca flows,
Let my rhynmes flow through you like a hit of weed,
Our flows get you high, so we know we'll suceed,
So turn up the volume and jam to this track,
And don't touch that dial or your in for a smack,
Yea mad sicca emcees will tear up the radio,
Because are songs are so catchy they'll take contro,
Yea so listen to outkast explain this for ya right quick,
Because my flow is too wicked for a hudson hick.

(chorus)

(Verse 2)
(Chase)
Yea we just so fresh so clean clean, you can't handle this,
Our mad sicca flow is like a little taste of bliss,
Yea it's like nirvana each time our records hit your ears,
We are each and every rapper out there's worst fears,
Mad beats and tight lyrics to match,
So they wince everytime they hear DJ Oh So Fresh scratch,
Ziggy-Iggy-Iggy with the flick of his wrist,
They know they're beat but still they persist.
(Jacob)
Yea they won't stop even tho they know they're beat,
Looking like drunken bums lying on the side of the street,
While we drive by in the Escalade riddin on twenty fo's,
Yea they can't kepp up each time we switch the flow,
Bringin it down for the entire midwest,
Because when we step to the mic it's not even a contest,
Ya'll couldn't even check a mic off of a mad sicca emcee,
We don't need this rap money, honeys give it up for free.

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
(Haas)
Yea WurrrdPlai is comin to spit the truth,
We were spittin better game than ya'll in our youth,
Yea we spit it so hot that we singe your eyeborws,
Plus we so hot that you start to get aroused,
Yea mad sicca emcees could rap circles round you,
the best of your rhymes couldn't touch our debut,
As you search for raps to try and break us down,
we'll spit it so hott your underwear turns bown.
(Jared)
Latino heat will make you crap your pants,
Because he's constantly rapping while you smoke your plants,
The hot fire comes from deep within my ecuadorian soul,
Your raps just keep barrying you deeper into a hole,
I got that mad sicca flow that ya'll could never match,
When I step out of a battle I don't even have a scratch.

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June 9th, 2005
02:33 pm
[ur_lack_o_faith]

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(Chorus: Truth is by Fantasia chorus)

(Verse 1)
Yea, the truth is girl that I still love you,
I really wish I was standing in his shoes,
He's a lucky man, and he better damn well know it,
But deep down girl I'm hoping that the tow of you split,
And go your seperate ways, so that I might be able to get you back,
I know it might sound a little crazy girl, like I'm on crack,
But I still have those feelings for up in my heart,
And I know I should have told you from the start,
But things just got in my way for a little while,
Now I sit here wishing I had been a little more versatile.

(Chorus x2)

(Verse 2)
Yea Girl I never got over you like I said I had,
In fact girl I love you if I might be able to add,
Your the girl of my dreams your my everything,
If you were a Queen I'd want to be your King,
You cross my mind not stop when I'm home alone,
And I think about all the feeling I should have shown,
I just hope we can somehow make it work one day,
Cuz when I lie my head down to rest each night I pray,
Pray that you and I could once again be together,
Your on my mind every night as I drift away like a feather.

(Chorus)

Current Music: Truth is- Fantasia

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June 7th, 2005
07:25 pm
[ur_lack_o_faith]

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Graduation
(Verse 1)(Latino Heat)
Yo, this verse is so strong that I'll move the crowd,
You can barely hear my rhymes cause they screamin so loud,
(crowd sound) I can barely even hear my thoughts in my head,
The place is so packed that you know I'm makin the bread,
Now lets get down to the current issue on hand,
The time is passing by like an hourglass filled with sand,
You look back now on all your memories happy and sad,
You want to go back, and pretend that you aren't a grad,
Moving on is the thing to do, but you don't wanna try,
Oh man, is that a tear in your eye, cause you just don't wanna say goodbye,
Lemme give you a tissue so we can get your cheek dry,
Give it one last sigh and keep your head to the sky.

(Chorus: Vitamin C- Graduation(Friends Forever))

(verse 2)(MC C Wizzle)
I know that we say we'll hang out some time over the summer,
But I know that we won't and it's truely a bummer,
So girl just dry your eyes and give me a hug,
Let's just forget our worries and cut a rug,
Just enjoy this hot track and forget that you were all upset,
If you'd just sit back and relax the bad thoughts would be gone no sweat,
So here's a tissue and a heart felt song coming from your friend,
Even when we're physically apart we'll be together until the end,
Girl I'm there for you and I know you'll be here for me too,
So forget your worries and party with the Mad Sicca EmCee crew.

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
(Haas)
Yea as we go on, we remember, all the times we h-h-had together,
And as our lives ch-ch-change c-c-c-ome whateva, we will st-st-still be friends for-ever,
Yea Like my girl VC used to put it down, our lives may change,
And after a while my face may start to look estrange,
But remember girl that you are in my heart when worst comes to worst,
Even when everyone else has started to disperse,
You'll be there for me and i'll be there for you,
But for now that's all that I can construe.
(Jacob)
Yea as our lives change come whatever, we'll be friends forever,
You'll be the first one I call for each and every endeavor,
We may seperate as time goes by and the connection starts to fade,
But honey this player will never get played,
You're my friend true and true, and girl we will always have that,
Even when our relationship has hit that metaphorical flat.

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