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"Tracing Masterpieces"
A Dante' and Underground King Collaboration


  Underground King:

Yo wat's good Dante'? Since I came back to the site, I found niggas sittin in my throne claiming they the nicest.

  Dante':

You know what? Just a waste thinking about it. Not worth the effort....But if they want it...lol! You know you gotta give it to em' & I got ya Back As Fam! Special Delivery...

  Underground King:

Iight cool

I'm so ahead of my time,
I painted masterpieces while these niggas had trouble coloring inside the lines
Trace what was mine, can't count how much shit he steal
Now I finally know how Pac and Biggie feel
chill, They know my crown is a fitted
and wish they had the heart to say the words that I've spitten
You can check my portfolio
paper chaser, quick like Micheal Johnson while they struggling with polio
Steps too hard to follow, one of a kind grind
fours months I came back so I can take what is mine

  Dante':

Ive never been the type of man to hold a vendetta
Ive only been the type of man to make things better like if ya cold, i'll throw you a warm sweater
Occasionally Ill come across a fool tryna make a pool of my powerful moves
The worlds a chess board & Im the Lord of the north
As far as challenges, only thing I can do is push forward
Go diagonal, left & right, side by side, flip, switch, twist & pivot into spit fights
My minds too developed for childhood entertainment
My mental state is in progression & nigga detainment
I make tears flow for years like the nile
I make blood disturb waves like a swimming of crocodiles
I bring storms of fire arrows like Montezuma
I transform swarms to stone like medusa
I wave my hand to bring Black Plagues
And stop the rotation to teach peace & safe havens
But if it's necessary, let the river flow faster- Cuz the drinking gord ain't here to guide ya path from the slave masters
Crack the whips & shatter the dawn- The time has come for high ones to descend where they came from
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Date Submitted: Jan 19, 2008 (11:26 PM)
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  lady jada
01/21/08 (10:40 PM) 
itz crazy how yall both hav the ill flow .....i should of been part of dat lol ...ten starz from lady jada

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