Open Mic: The X Generation... feat. Cee-Jay Outlaw & Rameez

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   A lot of hate... but the X is never fading away...

 Cee-Jay Outlaw wrote:

No ones verses get fed unless it there own crews drop
like an anorexic teen always backin away from a chop
Unlike, Pfief who places the most weight on the thread, he's American an' Russian,
an' when he's dropped his brick in the feed, it becomes a heavy discussion
we need new vets... to Audio's through text
typical scott... he'll always oppose what X Fade do next
Dope ideas will never be accepted, cos Scotty hates suggestions
bet the Fuckin Geek lives with his mum and Runs LA off her pension...
Dont mention me... or i'll kick ur fucking face in...
Cos Me and X Fade create stories like tension...
Xfade Have had many titles that no crew be taking away
longest surving crew in LA history and were still here today
An' now we got Point the youngest LA pro,'n what does that show
That X Fade is on another level, n we're repping this though...
gonna turn this collab aglow... cos you dynasty cats aint got shit on me
cos in Xfade we stick together, beef with one you got a problem of three
we all like an Avatar each Have our different element
all moulded together we created a quotient which is relevant
 X Fade Have Gears n gages'n ruthless rages,
The stories all told on these archive pages,
X fade Here a year since 2002... that ages,
We played the devil while The other crews faded, 
We Aint fading Away.....

 Rameez wrote:

I don’t feel like to spit anymore, when thez mofo moan like
whore
These are the fagots I ignore n I clear my mind as if I was
on shore
See a guy jus wanna get a room, these racist ppl treat him like
a broom
We all are innocent inside the womb, yet we grow negatively
to bring doom
I take ma time to spit my best, these people never get
impressed
The first thing they do is attack the breast, leave the heart
depressed
Only a hand deep in a gut will make these fags realize how
it hurts
ur
only made of dirt, hate or love u will become the part of desert
whether it was a novice or an artist, I tried my hardest to shine
I never diss a man if his heart's in his rhymes n a person who
respected ma lines
don't dictate the art and stop bothering mine 
great minds think alike, but aren't one of a kind 
Da'l s surely on a mission,
but rarely drops a line 
his bitching is frequent,
sucks cock all the time  
There’s always a person talk on yer back, only monitor don’t
give the facts
Ignore a fag that flame u to max, ignore the hater to make
yer mind relax

 Señor Perfecto wrote:

You see an old, washed-up Vet... stripped of his glory,
Lyrically inactive like a symptom of palsy,
The hoary Señor P... or whatever you call me,
I'm pushing forty but can still spit an original story,
I'm normally reckless and extraordinarily... warmly infectious,
And I've always felt younger... like horny molesters,
Following Nestor's good counsel... I'll lead us to battle,
I speak of Greek mythology and all the readers are baffled,
But my tactics are to treat every keystyle as practice,
Whether they're straight Open Mics or competitive matches,
Always loaded and charged like Nickel-Cadmium batteries,
Packing more firepower than ammunition factories,
We're heartless like Nazis and tyrannical fascists,
Lyrical masters...  It's magic... no gimmicks or gadgets,
Some bastards attacked us...  I laugh at their wackness,
Cos fact is they suck dick like an amateur actress,
That's a logical aptness when they're having their ass kissed,
But when things turn sour... then you're back on the blacklist,
The latest clashes between rivals... forcing the bravest...
To show courageousness thus I shall honour the gracious...

¡XFaders forever, motherfuckers...!

Adios...