Runnin city streets that more rugged underneath
Pressurize these pussies & turn 'em into queefs
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Runnin city streets that more rugged underneath
Pressurize these pussies & turn 'em into queefs
... brain-shackle debockle... run a muck drudgery...
... drug you through the munchies... mind alter, dummies...
... sway slash the psychographics... run your souls traffic...
... intricate speedway, replay havoc... the Maveric...
... bevel-cut, Anu Nakhi swordsman... swings for me...
ram-packed head bag, the sluts drip for me... and won't ignore me...
... last blast of the gassed... blew into the past...
... purplexed heads, cast off the dizzy boomerang axe...
Soon to hang tax, the czar grabs political issues an throws'em
Like off the dome punchlines, its lunchtime, eat bodies frozen
No dozin insomniac keep it bumpin like 15's in da back
Smack brainiacs who yack wthout facts
straight off the bat wit my lyrically mac, causing mass heart attacks, but that cant detract from the skills u lack,
With that style that ancient artifacts, blunt handwork with no craft
Garbage shaft the raps that can't hovercraft, Advanced Calculus do the math
screw the path of rightousness do what u doing g
and if u a hot bitch and got tits u doin me.
tha illest villainy while sittin here, twisted like a helix//
slayin ANY rap cat, fuck a Garfield or Felix//
Jumped in the fire raps hot, as a women's before they cum feeling..
I'm peeling rap niggas caps back from Compton, to pittsburg for stealin'..
I'm the WHITE SAMURAI, givin out free buck 50's, and black closed eyes for prize
grizzly bear bi-polar, heres this year small fries...
coach death to apacolypse stressin drugz ive....
done all my lives...eat an intervention of the friend thats mentioned
first cat second guessin his comprehension
you owe me money like segregation....
do you know what that is?.............
slave trade like the black mans holdin steeles
do the math than pay me the bills...like DISNEY cartoobn ducks
step off or get touched....this isnt your scene so back the fuck off
Imma commit lyrical death, like when nouns and verbs collide with breathe,
alphabetical suscidide, ..cause my mentals on full metal jacket truth and lies
goofy sized...six ten- with a small brain cavity
little hole density, against my big-bang theory eventually
big game hunter from the EAST.....
rest in peace when my mentals on BEAST...
pourin fire on streets, like my hot speak that lights up tree's
blazin honey dipped dutch master key'z
ounces blessin greenery leaves , than leave
my steeze is like an ounce of coke plus TEN key's
dry out the release, like ten key's...kid chill and belive our needz
goin co'co-nuts with the Palm tree'z
the calm song blessin more than won-ton soup gettin lifted in Hong Kong
laundry appreciation with the credit card on yalls kong
Big Concept finished with the bitches we ill with from back then god
a-PLUS IN HOLLYWOODS REALITY M,EANS ALOT MORE THAN CORP FEELSINS..OMG IM WAAY TOO RAW...HAHAHHA..IM SLEIGHIGIN YALLS
dONT MAKE ME SMOKE Krillz
ima one to smoke pills and killin holes by pokin steel
able to do what i do by chokin ghosts till they become real
The sum's ill, of the oversea rum deal, it think it was a dumb steal
Feelin the opposite of what bum's feel, lets stack this now yo son chill
takin' this back to a time where cold blood spill, like a dentist sendin' message's through my drill. for a moment hangin' out window sill, ya'll know i stack dough, I'll front the bill. if i can't then i'll clean out the till.
Clean Phines out like a Anti-Virus..i believe in god..da opposite of wat a Anti-Christ Is..
Mic clips hit like this, swung wit force of the gun, but from the tight wrist
Fuck around wit the local vocals, u might lisp, catch black wit "white's" fist
best get da Message..my Essence got ya Neck In a Death Grip..Quote:
Originally Posted by Negroid Czar
me n Dead Prez is.. Destined.. to leave ur Flesh Skin..
"Whiter" then them Crest Strips!!
negroid i believe ur name b4 negroid czar was dead presidents? so repped ya :)
i hid crack in my upside down toothpaste kit
but them lines ain't str8 enough for me to spit
time afta time comin legit wit the lines,
makin all u commit ta redesign,
redefine rhyme do it wit a pen or a 9,
decline and u and the reaper become intertwined,
dinner time spit ya blood into wine and have a feast
whip u wit ya spine as many times as the sign of the beast (666)
Sigh of Relief that my Rhymes can't be copied like a Siamese..
a Side of Me want's to Try n Succeed..rather then Die in the Streets
shit...Quote:
Originally Posted by White N Dangerous
yo..
IM FLY as a BEE..same comparison..snuff ya characters end up sufferin from embarasments..
Embarrasment---
Drive to holes, like devin harris went, percise lines, giva a hair a splint Had beef wit the candy men so for valinetines i got a "dare us" mint
i see what i write but cant feel the splint
the feeling ignites , right within the fleeing tint
I'm Really Lit..got me SEeing Shit, Those Mc's dat wanna Be a Dick..
i grant dey Wish like im a Genie Bitch, as they be gettin my Penis LICK'D
Im deemed to RIP teams with KEYS of BLISS! step to PIR get ya spleen ina twist!Quote:
Originally Posted by White N Dangerous
we Breed Elite Species and Keep Leaping da Peak of Human Beings..
You Be Weak Weaklings..da PIR Dream Team makes enemy's Cease and Be De-ceasing!
creasing my khakiez..ima beast wit mah rap schemes..release traps on these brats cause casualities..Quote:
Originally Posted by White N Dangerous
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edit: took out @ sign
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more Casualties then Cattle..JEEZ..got Trash Mc's...
"Fallin" more then "Trees" when i Pack da "Axe" Technique!
u have not been spoken to so do not speak,
the Temple of darts is not for the weak,
But so said the meek, take a peek, Eeek! The floor creeked
Creep mode blown, sleep mode thrown, shaken as I awaken
a Place In..my Dang Head n BrainStem..Quote:
Originally Posted by AcidPhosphate69
i hold the "fort down" so i guess im a BaseHead??
get it :)
If you a basehead, then I'm a space head...waste-edQuote:
a Place In..my Dang Head n BrainStem..
i hold the "fort down" so i guess im a BaseHead??
Blasted bastard, after whatever I can capture
cant capture the darts I'm aiming at ya temple
preying on the weak - who cant bare the daze of what i sent you
those who about to end , pray on week days instead
so i begin with a threat , leaving riddles to target the middle of ya head
circle those lines , and the chamber smokes to contain you
with Red all over , its the purple that kills as wet ashes remain to stain proof
couldn't stop stoppin....