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Name: Chance
Country: United States
State: Kansas
Metro: Wichita
Birthday: 10/2/1989
Gender: Male
Interests: Basketball, Hip Hop. <
Expertise: Basketball, Hip Hop.
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Engineering
Message: message me
AIM:  Par Evol I
Member Since:
12/31/2005
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| Alphabetical Rhyme Alpha Beta Cali
Dontcha Eata Finalle
Gotta Have Instincts Just Killin LyricALLY
Mighty Nightly Or Probably Quietly Releasing Super Tightly
Unknown Verses Woven with Xylophones Yikes Z,
All Better Come correct Don't Expect effects
From Great Humans In Jets
Kids Living Mostly Now On Proven Quick Reflex,
Stopping To Unravel Virtual Waves X-rays, Yet
Zooming Along By Corroded Days,
Emptying Few Gays,
Hussein Insane Just Keeps Laying
More Nucular Objects Playing
Quizzing Royalty, Saying,
"Take Up Versus Weapons X-cross You Zoom
Americans Before Comrads Do",
Every Fool Grab Huge Igloos Jews,
Kruse, Lose Music News Oompa Perfume,
Queen Really Stop To Use Vanity
Why X Young Z
Air Bares Closely
Doods Easily Forgetting Growing Hopefully
Intense Jokes Keep Lies Mostly Notably Openly Potently Quotably Rode Slowly Through Ulnas Violently
With X-rated Yarbles Zick Almost Brave Crazy Dick Emense Finally
Gaping Huge Incision Justice Lurks Now On Piles Quietly,
Ride Silently,
Try Under Vanishing White Xanga
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| One Flew Over The Coo-Coo's Nest. And Kept on Flying. I dont give a fuck, if you listen to my shit,
Fuck one hit, I'd rather get stuck with,
A clinched fist, Full of nothingness,
Than be a sell out bitch, With fake outfits,
Sayin im from the hood,
Fuck that shit, My rap techniques are too good,
But if i can't appeal by being real,
What does that say about my skill?
I dont have to deal drugs,
I dont have to smoke,
I dont have big wheels, Not a thug,
I dont snort coke,
I dont know how it feels,
To be dead broke,
I just know how it is to be considered a joke,
By everyone in the world, And lose all hope,
I know what it's like to be against the ropes,
Gettin my head bashed in by every dope,
Who cares to take a swing or a poke,
And just watchin and takin the shots,
Feeling the heat of the moment, It's oh so hot,
Waiting for all of the bullshit to stop,
But we all know it's not,
Ever gonna slow up until i start doing rock,
And stop trying to take over hip hop
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| Tight ass song by FlipsydeFLIPSYDE - Happy Birthday
Happy Birthday
Make a wish
Rap1:
Please accept my apologies, I wonder what would have been.
Would you have been a little angel or an angel of sin?
Tom-boy running around, hanging with all the guys.
Or a little tough boy with beautiful brown eyes.
I paid for the murder before they determined the sex,
choosing our life over your life meant your death.
And you never got a chance to even open your eyes,
sometimes I wonder as a fetus if you fought for your life.
Would you have been a little genius? In love with math?
Would you have played in your school clothes and made me mad?
Would you have been a little rapper like your poppa The Piper?
Would you have made me quit smoking by finding one of my lighters?
I wonder about your skin tone and shape of your nose,
and the way you would've laughed and talked fast or slow.
I think about it every year, so I picked up a pen.
Happy birthday, I love you whoever you would've been.
Chorus:
Happy Birthday
What I thought was a dream
Make a wish
Was as real as it seemed
I made a mistake
Rap2:
I got a million excuses, as to why you died.
And other people got their own reasons for homicide.
Who's to say it would've worked and who's to say I wouldn't have
I was young and struggling, but old enough to be a dad.
The fear of being my father has never disappeared,
I ponder it frequently while I'm sippin' on my beer.
My vision of a family was artificial and fake
so when it came time to create, I made a mistake.
But now you got a little brother, maybe it's really you.
Maybe you really forgave us knowing we were confused.
Maybe, every time that he smiles it's you proudly
knowing that your father's doing the right thing now.
I'll never tell a woman what to do with her body,
but if she don't love children, then we can't party.
I think about it every year, so I picked up a pen.
Happy birthday, I love you whoever you would've been.
Happy birthday
Chorus
Bridge:
And from the Heavens to the womb to the Heavens again.
From the ending to the ending, never got to begin.
Maybe one day we can meet face to face,
in a place without time and space.
Happy birthday.
Chorus
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| It's Like Looking at Medusa.Practice makes perfect, so when i rehearse these verses, and i erase
the surface, It's just cause its a race to the hearst its, bUllshit,
sometimes we forget, how much it hurts to work, It takes courage, When
you get discouraged, You gotta get it all together and reword it,
Sometimes i just blurt the first, thing to emerge its, like a curse,
But a gift like murs, Rits bits, Tits, Tupacs greatest hits, Tee
Shirts, These are the things that Inspire me to write these rhymes in
free verse, till i tire b, Entirely, I can taste my anxiety, This
society has very little sobriety, The tele tries to lie to me, Tellin
me I can be a star, if i just work hard, But when i go out in my middle
class yard, I see a little glass jar, With a flower inside, The stem is
scarred, But the flower is beautiful, Ambition will take you far,
Farther than tight ass rims on a car, But that's what makes people seem
rich, Aint it a bitch, I've gotta raise a fist to get a noticed, If i
had just one wish, I would wish i could resist, Every temptation,
Deaths lovely kiss.
This One's called: Whipped
I swear. I can't do this anymore.
It's a waste of effort.
Tryin go get rid of such a whore.
It's like having a wolf by the ears,
Don't wanna hang on, But if you let go,
She'll turn right around and bite you fo show,
So you try to pet the bitch real slow,
Let her off easy, And maybe she wont get pissed,
But she keeps comin back for one more kiss,
And I'm soo damn addicted to those lips,
And those tits are jiggly and those jeans barely fit,
Ass bustin out It's amazing, thats where she sits,
Out of that she shits,
But it has power over me fo real, I can't resist,
She's got me datin her, But i just wanna hit!!!
Could it be, damn, I'm WHIPPED!!
This one is called:
The ONE
Can I drink the tears you've cried,
They look tastey as hell, do you mind if I give them a try?,
Cause I need to soak up them up, and put them in My eyes,
I need something to melt this ice,
I'm too cold, the tears are froze, This can't be life,
This can't be right. This knife looks like,
It might warm me up, give me sight,
Warm me up, show me the light.
But I don't think the idea is too bright,
I love myself, too much to die...
Player's Anthem. But not actually a player!!!
It's common for You to wanna hate me, Uncommon for you to wanna date
me, So what are the chances that you just might rape me??? Slim to
none? How come, Is it cause you think i just wanna gun, I'm a dood, I
just wanna have fun. Girl, you know you're my number one, But of those
i have a ton, Ill give you some, But baby then i gotta run.
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| What up though?Well, well, well... It's been a lil while. School is boring. Can't hoop for a month. Where the hell are the girls at???
Uhhhhh....
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