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ahaha... didn't notice that for a second.

Notice as how the kid doesn't respond... tsk tsk Jason

Dude, i didnt copy 1 line out of all those raps. just stop.

BITCH THESE LINES ARE FROM T.I.'s "You dont know me" song


Damn man... what the f**k are you trying to pull... if I were in your place I would be laughing my ass off as to how I got these people... so I guess I shouldn't get pissed off

no theyre not..google it..and gimmie the proof

HAHAHAHAHAHA oh man... this kid is asking for a plate of humiliation... ill be right back

So if you got skills you gone have to SHOW ME//

^is that from you dont know me?? no.

I'm trying to stay STRONG and stay SICK//
Don't get me wrong on DISS , so just lay off my d**k//

^no.

//EDIT: this mother f**ker has serious problems.

These are the "lyrics" from T.I.-you dont know me:

You might've seen me in the streets,
but nigga you dont know me
When you holla when you speak,
remember you dont know me
Save all that hatin and tha poppin
Nigga you don’t know me
Quit tellin Niggaz youz my partner nigga
you don't know me
Don't be a groupie keep it movin,
nigga you dont know me
Hey I aint trippin cuz the truth is really,
you dont know me
Yeah you know they call me T.I.
but you dont know me
You be hatin an i see why
cause you dont know me

(verse)
I think its time I made a song for niggas who dont know me
I graduated out the streets, Ima real O.G.
I been trappin shootin pistols since I stood 4 feet
So all you niggas actin bad you gone have to show me
You gon' make me bring the Chevy to a real slow creep
My niggas hangin out the window mouth full of gold teeth
When the guns start poppin wonder when its gone cease
Chopper hit you in the side an create a slow leak
We been in the speculation but today we gone see
Whats the future of a P**sy nigga hatin on me
I give a f**k about the fed's investigation on me
I don't care that they at my shows and they waitin on me
Ima keep on flossin poppin long as Toomp is on the beat
Tell polices i aint stoppin Ima keep it in the streets
Contrary to your beliefs I'm as real as you can be
So f**k ya thoughts and ya feelings nigga you dont know me

Chorus 1x

(Verse 2)
Once again let me remind you nigga you don't know me So dont be walkin up and asking whats the deal on a key
I dont know if you wearing wires you could be the police
If I was slangin blow you couldn't get a O.Z.
See me and the PSC fallin through at a show deep
Police holdin up the door cause they know we tote heat
I jus wanna ride wit C, blowin dro in the fleet
Or wit clan by the dozen different bitches in a week
I jus wanna chill wit Kuntry an his daddy Freddie G
Ballin out at anytime at any store and spend a G
I wanna ball in the Bahamas courtesy of K.T.
MacBoney gotta mill well as Dolla D.P.
A.K. house on the hill right next to J.G.
Every week meet at a falant restaurant and eat free
Get Inda paid, Lil Greg and B.
Thats the only shot we got at gettin Cap back on the streets

(hook)
you see a nigga hating on a G
ask him what it's gonna be
What you lookin at P**sy nigga you don't know me
At the club and the streets- or wherever we should meet
Its choppers chopping, pistols popping,
Nigga you don’t know me



you see a nigga hating on a G
ask him what it's gon be
What you lookin at P**sy nigga you don't no me
At the club and the streets- or wherever we should meet
Its choppers chopping, pistol popping,
Nigga you don’t know me



DO YOU SEE ANY OF THE SHIT I WROTE IN THERE??? i dont. stfu

^ but you claimed u were t.i.

Oh shit, yeah I hit it up... i thought I heard those verses in the song... damn man... so who's there that you got writing this shit for you? Serious man, there is no way in hell you wrote that. One, you dont type like that, you never put down the "//" after each line, you are known for doing such things... and the raps that maybe... just maybe were actually yours... were just straight out whack. This improvement is too much, its like impossible unless you pulled out a Hyperbolic Time Chamber and practiced for 2 years.

This is obviously not yours... maybe im just being stubborn and biased but seriously... this cant be your shit.

it is though..im not lying..i dont wanna lie and i wont lie..

cmon yall give the guy a break shit thats freakin crazy whatever he writes all off yall well most of yall gotta see if hes lying or stealing...shiet for once man complicate his work jason doode i feel yah man i got you bro

Thats what I want to do but its high unbelievable... I mean this all happens in less then a month, its way too unbelievable... I want to give this kid a break but something just keeps saying that shit isn't his. Its just not his style... its just too much...

It's still wack.

Jason's new raps are amazing.

Try listening to underground rap, not this mainstream wack shit. no beef with 2pac he's still the best.

nah just leave it du... i really believe jason writes his own shit now... lol... hes still wack IMO but at least he isnt a biter... keep it up



yo son its just text... people switch up their "flow" more often than the yankees lose nowadays... no big deal...


funky buddah you just made a fool out of yourself at least have facts to back up your claims...


by jason

And so I ask myself why am I really doing this.

Strike you QUICK, the flow is SICK, If you were tape you couldn’t STICK with~me//
The flow is RUGGED, the way I THUG~IT, so many haters want to get~me
So REAL, How I FEEL, and KILL the Mic. in the booth//
If you had eyes you still would be blinded by the truth//
They cant believe its ME, the real MC , that will put you in a daze//
I never FAKE~IT, when I TAKE~IT to another phase//
Cause DEVASTATION, to your NATION, and play you like a PLAYSTATION//
Wipe out your GENERATION, with no DEVIATION of the IMMITATION//
Im like M. Jackson’s THRILLER, the mic KILLER, with more drive than 4 WHEELERS//
King of CATASTROPHE, yes im your MAJESTY with Steal like the STEELERS//
Bring the PAIN, until you cant SUSTAIN the beating that I BRANG to this THANG //
You cant REMAIN when I spit my GAME because I live Life in the Fast LANE//
Its just AMAZIN, how this man has got the beat BLAZIN//
So much PERSUASION to the OCCASION that the gods above is PRAISING//
I pick up where you STARTED, after you DEPARTED, so I can be top CHARTED//
with No PROPS, no DROPS but I know Im highly REGARDED//
I got big WHEELS, Dollar BILLS which equals major SKILLS//
I got it locked, got it SEALED, without a major DEAL//
Your boy is BACK, but never WACK, Heavily Heated, just call me SHAQ//
Doing it BIG, It’s the KID with skills that never LACK//
Yes I SHINE, and for those who are BEHIND, Im ahead of my TIME//
Its my TIME, Im in my PRIME, you can say Im Rap’s Albert EINSTEIN//

lyrically egotistical, blazin outta princible-
you gotta a lot a nerve to think you can serve-
anything, just a simple wack transition between y'all-
as down as you claim to be, you're too clean y'all-
kinda like taking a step backwards-
when you rhyme to be like mc edwards-
asian stuck in inflation up in tha suburbs-
wearin' your high priced gangsta out fit-
it's kinda sad when you thinka bout it-
that y'all are so cool, ha! i kinda doubt it-
jason is the reason we keepin the diss ant alive-
i'm comparin' y'all to an aerosal can when you drive-
in your rich ass mercedes, you let out a lot of hot air-
when it comes to the ladies-
no truth or honor found in you at all, you live with your mouth-
cuz you left your roots in the south, you talk the walk-
but get caught in an outline of chalk-
your body lay where your words say-
dead in the middle of the street, but hey-
you used to flow, so what now?
you gonna pistol whip me, grab me by the face pretend to hit me-
and cry when i dont fall, you dont faze me, you must be crazy-
to think that your weak ass rhymes impress anyone, when they lazy-
it's like you're just racing, to get lines that find the rhyme with bitch-
but the OG's mean more than this, but since they day, rap has b'come nothing more than a get rich quick scheme-
left the real dream dead and bloodied up the ravine-
hope's lost for this generation of baby's mamas wit no daddies at home-
more interest in tha pimps wit they limps and they caddies 'n chrome-
so it doesnt matter that your boys splatter, when ya go bust up somebody else-
we all the same, pulling against the same grain and still we just watch the plane crash into the towers-
although we have the power to end the tragedy-
stop the hate instead of just imagining-
but you dont care, it doesnt matter where the babies sleep-
it doesnt matter that they grew up on the street-
it doesnt matter that they only family is they crew-
it doesnt matter because it all started with you-
you gots ta get yours-
so keep rhyming your wack rhymes and keep perpetuating the hate crimes-
it's your life live it or dont, cuz all those people who you look past are staring back into your eyes in perpetual size wondering your next move-
you gonna step back and do as you say, or you gonna keep frontin' the groove and catch your aids-
it dont matter, cuz you aint real, so there's nothing to feel-
keep your rhyme and rythm, keep your libertarianism-
keep your self help and work for me plan-
i want none of it, cuz your lyin' to me man-

tha only way we'll prove that jason isn't a fake, is if we all hook up mics and hear him freestyle or something ..

It seems these BITCHES are getting SUSPICIOUS because my flow pops like SWITCHES//
I'll take you down farther, with some few more PITCHES//
I take your MRS, because she know I got the game sewed up like STITCHES//
My attitude is so VARIOUS you would have thought I was DARIUS miles//
This is FREESTYLE, you know its so WILD, with the information I COMPILE//
Im an Over ACHIEVER, I persevere and ENDEAVOR because my flow is hotter than a FEVER//
Im the oven HEATER, Your girl, I don’t NEED~HER, it doesn’t take much for me to LEAVE~HER //
I got these Hos skinny DIPPIN, bras im RIPPIN, while the beat is never SKIPPIN//
You all must be TRIPPIN, while Im still TIPPIN and throwing up deuces like Scottie PIPPEN//
Hit you like POLO, with a shot like HAN SOLO, but I will Darth Maul~you//
And for those who don’t like me, a hater is what they should Call~you//
It really quiet SIMPLE, Just welcome to my TEMPLE and witness me bust the mic wide open like a PIMPLE//
I do this QUICK and ACCURATE as I move so NIMBLE//
Its no problem for us to go MANO Y MANO//
Because I will play you like Alicia Keys plays the PIANO//
The flow is so FABULOUS that im so HAZARDOUS to your health//
Speakers still BLASTIN, with movments like an ASSASSIN with stealth//
Knock them SILLY ,Pop them like a WILLY, before they can KILL~ME//
The Ice on my wrist makes the room CHILLY so now you gotta FEEL~ME//

My rhymes are covered in blood as I guned down the GREATS// Too bad I'm already making a record deal with people at the GOLDEN GATES//I don't spare lives in battles I always ASSASINATE//Do i rap to fast, can you even CONTEMPLATE//Too bad at your autposy you cant afford a colored PORTRAIT // If your rap was an amoeba it would be trying to SEPERATE//
roll to the murder scene it's IMMACULATE your not a rapper stop trying to PERPATRATE//
If i stole lines like jason I'd be a begineers CARBONCOPY I took more shots then tupacs car they CANT DROP ME//
Your afraid you cant win you can't LAST IT// After im done you'll sleep IN A CASKET
You went to the ghetto to see your "homies" you got your ASS KICKED
Listen to my rhymes and I'll leave you an ADDICT// I listen to rhymes on the radio station all i hear is STATIC// my rebuttltes and K.O's are like Obesity in Americans is always AUTOMATIC// You Can't beat me I'm always direct and MERCILESS// everyone fears me because I'm MUDEROURS//I'll tell you agian I bet you've HEARD OF THIS// You say you chill the room with your so called ICE// you couldn't afford it in the first place dont say were bitches TWICE//If your taking us down with PITCHES// I'll leave you in pieces with STITCHES//The only Bras you been RIPPIN// Is your moms ofcourse thats why you been Trickin//If your Darth Maul then I'm OBI ONE KANOBI// Atleast I'm not stealing lines from T.I's YOU DON't KNOW ME//Jason your a plain waste of TIME all you do is steal RHYMES// Your talking on the phone to clay aiken trying to make your flows TIGHTER/ To bad you aint wrote your shit you hired a ghost WRITER//Jason your not an Over ACHIVER you share a splitting resemblance to that kid from LEAVE IT TO BEAVER//If you spread fever then I'm the MEDICINE Jason guess what I just plain schooled you AGAIN.

Ahh well its my first multi-rhyme per sentance. I normally stick with like 2 a sentance.

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now this sh*t was legitemate i enjoyed it he came out with harder punchlines than jason, and your verses were flawless the darth maul and ben kenobi lol that sh*t was crackin good sh*t

not sure, but aren't those lines in the song My Band by D12?

sry, my mistake u didn't steal any lyrics...