that's me

[donsaint]

i'm back u mothersuckers

[zlimjo]

men, gotta put yur identification/

on this room so yu can get boom

or else what yu see/

is niggas flocking and flogging you

some with canes/

but the worst lines is with punchlines

i know ya dont know me/

but soon yu go see me

cos i teach with ma music you go learn

well to clear your mind/

i went to toronto/

am not talking about chicks TOTO

laughs.............

[abbeymum]

Chicks TOTO..sweet anyway

(DELICIOUS) Big LO ft 2 shot.

[john woo]

THE DUDE DAT STARTED DIS THREAD NEEDS TO BE PUT TO SLEEP,4 GODS SAKES.WE R TIRED OF U ALREADY DAMN,DONT U GET IT

[zlimjo]

yeah for sure/

i think he smells like sure

maybe thats the way/

he always wanna sway

but i think woo has given yu a piece of cake

well am sorry its not bake

but sometimes/

its made for fakers like yu

who post fake identity/

claim fraternity

why on the edge yu are sanity

definitely and precisely i got mush to yarn/

but just eat this piece like yam

but incase yu want more/

yu can always knock

[del]

'That's me' In V-I-P with honies jus chillin

'That's you' On the queue still tryin 2 get in

'That's me' popping crys like it aint even nothing

'That's you' with the same drink for hours fronting

'That's me' showin love to my peeps in the joint

'That's you' still hating - and i dont see the point

'That's me' Not minding you mindin my biz

'That's you' Goin on about me and my clique

'That's me' Chick grindin on cos she feeling the track

'That's you' Tryin to lean on me..lean back

LOL! I'm feeling this idea yo! Think i'm gonna make it out into sumthin. Y'all niggaz dont go bitin on me now!!!

[apopyalips]

saint, when i speak listen, listen hard cos most of ma teachin don't come in the means of word/ 80 percent is non verbal/ u don't need the skill of kinesic to know i ain't speaking double..... now check it...........u'r platform of integrity is shakeable/ heart soft like water melon, probably breakable/ the strenght of form of ur game to ma own strongest conviction, won't survive its age & its collisions/ ur life is conditioned, can't break thru/ damn son, the society has faked u/ dead to sin/ thru ya words i can tell who u're/ u belong to the son of the mornin, with him u fall/ still falling like alicia keys/ u eered ur real self/ like biggy, u deserve a long kiss/ can't excape, ur traped in ur own body/arm is too short can't swing blow with this godbody........... this one is for u don saint