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ggg "IRC Freestyling Session #1" ggg
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$$$ by -> Nybar (with Kaia in the studio) $$$
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$$$ (* HOE E'ZINE RELEASE #914 -- 11/30/99 *) .,$$$
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`"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""'
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<kaia> how'd your essay go?
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<Nybar> gotta give a shout-out to kaia, her clarity is amazin', still
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blazin', yo, just like blazin' the trails, enemy of the K clan
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get put on a bed of nails, impaled; there's no trick, and yet
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she's still a magician, conjuring styles off the tip like my
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nigga John Grisham, yo, the essay, i hear it one time, let me
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tell you one thing, yo, the essay went fine
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<Nybar> took all the elements, word, and i combined, that's why i'm
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freed up to _be_ here spittin' this rhyme
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<kaia> word!!
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<Nybar> gettin' busy droppin' metaphors about all the characters i could
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see, remaining calm under pressure like General Lee, specifically
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at the first battle of bull run, that's why when i hand in the
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paper, i have the home run, quite a caper...
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<kaia> hahah
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<Nybar> 5: gay or light-hearted recreational activity for diversion or
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amusement; "it was all done in play"; "their frolic in the surf
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threatened to become ugly"
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<kaia> ohh
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<kaia> i didn't see "paper" before it, now i see
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<kaia> caper: 1. pickled nasturtium seed
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<Nybar> word, score quite a caper call me the microphone, serial-raper
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decimator can't stop my flow over IRC i'm the illest rillest
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original emcee, and right now one time as i proceed with my
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flow, i'm thinking you'll never stop me never trip me up with
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any topic...
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<kaia> topic: breakfast cereal.
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<Nybar> one time you know you can't fuck with my material, because i
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_eat_ wack emcees in my breakfast cereal, yeah, i eat breakfast
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because it's the most important meal of the day, it increases
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scores in math so about nutrition i don't play, from New York to
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LA a bowel of cereal helps me to get ill on stage, and when i'm
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battling, word, the cereal sustains my rage.
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<kaia> AHha
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<kaia> topic: Dead Babies.
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<Nybar> dead babies, yeah, that's the novel by martin amiss, that nigga's
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world famous for dropping jewels such as this, because of the
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work, word, i think we should re-enlist, i'll kick a free about
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what dead babies is about: an amoral future in which only
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sensualism has clout, no existentialism, word, so it causes
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everything to die, the ignorance/reality dichotomy sending all
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them niggas to the sky, word.
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<kaia> HZHSAHH
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<kaia> can that be the conclusion paragraph to your essay?
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<Nybar> i had a typo one time as i got busy with my free, give me
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another topic you're still not stoppin' me
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<kaia> cannibalism in NYC
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<Nybar> not stoppin' me, like them cannibals in NYC, set it off for the
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modern era like Sawney Beane, except this ain't Scotland it's
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the west-village scene, yeah, this topic is cannibalism one time
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and i'm hearin', cannibalism in NYC starts and heads start
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disappearing, "where the fuck are they" yo the feds will trace
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it to our cave, where Jarett and me eat the flesh of people they
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couldn't save, word, they may arrest us, but never disrespect
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us, they fear us, like Hannibal Lec, can't come near us.
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<Nybar> like into the flesh i eat i tear into the mic, give me the next
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topic and i'll keep this shit tight
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<kaia> a vegetable garden in Michigan
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<Nybar> word, a vegetable garden in Michigan, to maintain that shit,
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word, would take discipline, because the Michigan vibe, you
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check it, and see that Wayne-life is truly hectic, a vegetable
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garden, word, like an oasis, to dispense calm and peace on an
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equal basis, i think my man Jarett needs to plant it, word, and
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then his mantra could be "Peace", sistah he could chant it.
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<kaia> HAHAHAH
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<kaia> tha'ts good
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<kaia> next
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<kaia> souvenir tee shirts with names of towns on them
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<Nybar> yo, there's a statistical oddity you see, i checked it one time
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and combine it in my free, my rhyme, the oddity i saw was this:
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the tourists who buy them shits caught a diss, because in New
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York what's the #1 t-shirt sold? it's "I love NY", yeah, it
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gets the gold, word, but here's the fucked up shit i kick for
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you, consider, what memento in new york is number two? that
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would be the shirt that read "I hate new york", so now you catch
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it, fickle tourists can't make up their minds, word, so they
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snatch it
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<kaia> haha
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<kaia> next do american tourists in foreign countries
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<Nybar> a love/hate relationship with the rotten apple's what they got,
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and me? I only bring you real hiphop, nonstop, so drop the next
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topic, yeah, then i'll man my telepathic keyboard and proceed to
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rock it
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<Nybar> American tourists, word, they tend to be dumb, in foreign
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countries stick out like a sore thumb, gawking at local
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traditions, yeah, showing no respect, that's why when they're in
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Bulgaria they're always catchin' rep, having their money stolen;
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they disrespect the foreign calves that's golden, so before
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going abroad, word, always be prepared, know the local customs
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down in the place, under your hair.
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<kaia> hajaj. yes.'
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<kaia> topic: how jimmy decided to be a dentist when he grows up
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<Nybar> yo, one time if you're with me, i'm gonna sling a little free
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about a boy named Jimmy, word, it turns out little Jimmy is a
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sadist, he saw a movie on "HBO" called the dentist, that dentist
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cut people up, word, showing no love; performing oral
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surgery--not wearing a glove, no anesthesia so people could feel
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his style, so now Jimmy wants to be a dentist to get wild, get
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loose, and spill blood juice all over the place, putting sharp
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implements in a little kid's face.
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[ (c) !LA HOE REVOLUCION PRESS! HOE #914 - WRITTEN BY: NYBAR - 11/30/99 ]
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