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Da Wiz Kid spits 16 bars for his boy Timians contest…Hope you enjoy!!!

(LYRICS)
they say Da Wiz Kids tight, and nobody does it tighter/
i spit so many flames, you think my tongue it was a lighter/
yo you know who you are, and your just a rhyme biter/
you should just give me a prize, for being your ghost writer/
when i through a punch and hit, your days they will get brighter/
i grapple and attempt moves, like was a cage fighter/
if your a heavyweight im light, a lightweight im heavy/
any catagory you place me, yeah you know Da Wiz is deadly/
everytime i lace a track, i make sure to keep it steady/
so if BZ calls me up, then you know Da Wiz is ready/
i’ll dust off the mic, and slice these bars like machettes/
and this here is the reason, OTB stays believing/
Da Wiz stays rapping, and its always rapping season/
my tracks are like drugs, they keep you guys feening/
its well below freezen, but my goals i will achieve them/
till i pick the game up, and walk away like im leaving/

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Originally posted 2010-03-27 08:22:06. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

Detale:

http://www.myspace.com/detale40

http://www.purevolume.com/detale

http://www.reverbnation.com/detale

Tech-Omega:

http://www.myspace.com/techomega

they say im wrong, not yet
breaking through the steps trying hard to find success

you could say im wrong looking for success in a sun dress
basking outside chilling sitting on the front steps
and please let me take whatever i can get,
be it happiness or sadness ill always forget

cus my relations with my mic are better than my friends
it condenses and echos every flow from my pen
speaking of which, pretends not to write again
cus my mind chewed through it from the bottom to the end

you could say im wrong, i could say im the best there’s ever been
there flat out i said it, no pun left to intend
no word play id rather sentences instead
now sentence me to the maximum and beat me till im dead

steps to success ill knock, with all your writers blocks
and i dont own any glock, but in my crosshairs its locked
im ready, got it cocked, let it loose, let it drop
tech-o with detale, like a custom machine job

if you see me walking in the street there with my phone out
chances are im zoned out fighting all these clones now
making bars come alive with my t9
drafting out the inbox, you gotta read between the lines

im different im fine, i quick split the rhyme
i slit these little verses down the edges of their spine
i left the time behind in the LCD display
so try to stall this kid and youll get hit this way

risky take a pistol whip and mistake
misplace the surface and so im back in this lip play
switch-blade-it-up swiss army knife intake
the power of the purpose lays the pen in my wrist cage

im in a rush to pledge allegiance to my younger brother
so when the heathens can breath in they wont take me under
whatever you say whether im wrong or im right
ill take a left at the next turn just to make it through the night

im breaking through every step
and taking you with me till there aint nothing left

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