Jackson Posted October 16, 2017 Author Posted October 16, 2017 4 minutes ago, Aurora said: where is your chill tonight? dd i was only lashing because i thought no one was here but now it's just fun
Aurora Posted October 16, 2017 Posted October 16, 2017 RT if you'd do a shot of asparagus water for Tsareena
Citrus Posted October 16, 2017 Posted October 16, 2017 1 minute ago, Aurora said: RT if you'd do a shot of asparagus water for Tsareena RT
Jackson Posted October 16, 2017 Author Posted October 16, 2017 TOP 3 @Aurora @ultraviolence.xx @SaintWest
SaintWest Posted October 16, 2017 Posted October 16, 2017 entire song talks about constellations and drawings int he sky So What Do You mean Patterns In The Sky ? I Got Lost .
ultraviolence.xx Posted October 16, 2017 Posted October 16, 2017 Just now, SaintWest said: entire song talks about constellations and drawings int he sky So What Do You mean Patterns In The Sky ? I Got Lost . nn
Jackson Posted October 16, 2017 Author Posted October 16, 2017 at #3 tonight we have someone who has recently smashed consistently @ultraviolence.xx meaning top 2 is @Aurora and @SaintWest
Jackson Posted October 16, 2017 Author Posted October 16, 2017 Just now, ultraviolence.xx said: if saint doesn’t get this I s2g 1 minute ago, Aurora said: Saint's got this. Come thru, hunty! RT
Aurora Posted October 16, 2017 Posted October 16, 2017 Every time I get a notification I think my placement is getting announced. This is torture. Good luck @SaintWest
SaintWest Posted October 16, 2017 Posted October 16, 2017 We don't like anticipation! @Aurora gl idol.
Jackson Posted October 16, 2017 Author Posted October 16, 2017 our #1 tonight is queen of rap @Aurora with @SaintWest in 2nd (i gave you both 9s btw ) R10 coming very soon
Jackson Posted October 16, 2017 Author Posted October 16, 2017 3 minutes ago, Aurora said: Every time I get a notification I think my placement is getting announced. This is torture. Good luck @SaintWest f that's why i do it
ultraviolence.xx Posted October 16, 2017 Posted October 16, 2017 @feelslikeadream did you ever listen to the recording?
Aurora Posted October 16, 2017 Posted October 16, 2017 OK I was genuinely rooting for Saint, his song honestly blew me away and was the kind of song I would have written for this round in any other season, but I know it's not really my place to authentically talk about such issues. But coming from him, a person who experiences that, lives with that… that was so powerful. Congrats on your well deserved smash @SaintWest
Jackson Posted October 16, 2017 Author Posted October 16, 2017 WINNER'S SONG “Counterfeit” submitted for rap week chorus I’m gold bars, you’re gold plated, I’m blockbuster, you’re unrated Your life’s mine now; confiscated, got more flows than you’ve got faces You’re a bounced check, I’m banknotes, I’m a Van Gogh, you’re forged, hoe Finessin’ me? You can’t handle this, I’m a fūcking mint and you’re counterfeit I’m on that Paco Rabanne, 1 Million, eau de toilette, never forget You gon’ remember this scent, taste it on your final breath I taste success; I’m successful, back on track, you’re dead, fool So I’ll reiterate it bitch, I’m a fūcking mint and you’re counterfeit verse one You’re back in town, I’ll keep it real, ain’t holding back ‘bout how I feel You’re a crowd pleaser, you’re a cheerleader, I’m the quarterback and I run this field You’re my end zone, I’m a touchdown, I’m the boss bitch, you’re a worker now I’m a Maybach, you’re in the impound, error 404; life not found But let’s take it back when we first met, when I didn’t wanna put you in a hearse yet Before I drew blood, you were new blood, you were working hard for that first check First checked you out on that first day, first impressions like wild intentions Guess I’m confessing my thirst, aye, better pray you’re fūcking trained in first aid Basic vanilla bitch or so you claim, actions ain’t matching the shít that you’re saying Act like you’re down for the snatch, never been with a bitch, c’mon hunty, who you think you’re playing? Speak with your hands, like, whenever you talk, strut like a runway whenever you walk Alibi loose as your wrist, I call you Taylor Swift, look what you made me do, look what you made me did Don’t think you’re ready for it, don’t think you’re ready for this, you know by now I can spit Bars and I don’t take no prisoners so you’re found dead in a ditch You know there’s levels to it, I’m getting high as a lift, I’m saying bye to your wig You’re now the singular victim of lyrical liquidation, bitch chorus I’m gold bars, you’re gold plated, I’m blockbuster, you’re unrated Your life’s mine now; confiscated, got more flows than you’ve got faces You’re a bounced check, I’m banknotes, I’m a Van Gogh, you’re forged, hoe Finessin’ me? You can’t handle this, I’m a fūcking mint and you’re counterfeit I’m on that Paco Rabanne, 1 Million, eau de toilette, never forget You gon’ remember this scent, taste it on your final breath I taste success; I’m successful, back on track, you’re dead, fool So I’ll reiterate it bitch, I’m a fūcking mint and you’re counterfeit verse two It’s getting nasty so bring the ether, I’m name callin’ like Queen Latifah Found your weave? Nah, me neither, never see you again; Wiz Khalifa More citations than term papers, reminders that you’re a fūcking failure No mortarboard, no education, just a HECS debt that your daddy paid for Did he take you under his right wing, convince you that was the right thing Your self hatred and virgin status are all that you’re conserving Conversing for hours on end, why you still tryna pretend, did you think I would forget You added me and still asked for my number, but sure, we’re just friends Never again, and if you message me, you can bet I’m not responding like control-alt-delete You’re a virus, if I ever catch your ass in the street, bet you’d freeze, I’d have to shut you down indefinitely You’re a catfish out of water, ‘cause a bad bitch finally caught ya Hoe, even the fūcking name you say to call ya is fake as a pseudonym author Guess I just read you for filth, got so much dirt I could spill Next time I see you, at least the ICU will have more positions to fill Thirty-one… still lit, twenty-four, here is your gift This ain’t a haiku, I’m betting your IQ resembles the size of your dick chorus I’m gold bars, you’re gold plated, I’m blockbuster, you’re unrated Your life’s mine now; confiscated, got more flows than you’ve got faces You’re a bounced check, I’m banknotes, I’m a Van Gogh, you’re forged, hoe Finessin’ me? You can’t handle this, I’m a fūcking mint and you’re counterfeit I’m on that Paco Rabanne, 1 Million, eau de toilette, never forget You gon’ remember this scent, taste it on your final breath I taste success; I’m successful, back on track, you’re dead, fool So I’ll reiterate it bitch, I’m a fūcking mint and you’re counterfeit ▴ ▴ ▴
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