One line rhyme-bringin it back!!

ricochet from my pistol rips thru tissue never miss you once in attack mode, shit is locked like jaws of stray pitbulls...

delighted spit rhymes more excited than gay nipples, when the clip is attached a lyric's spit and ripped thru ur back....no homo...juan.

last vagina dude seen was the one he came thru, seeing
that he want grimey what the fuck imma do? scream

bloody murder as i hurt him with bars
how hard can a nigga be if he dont fuck with broads?

sounds sweet to me, but no sugar involved
chillax and watch me crack u to the max on these boards

To the rock city and the block of hardcore MC's
We gather tech nine's to a hundred MC's

gass tanks fumbling on empty running bentlys
gats for the enemys and we pumping red breaze

contract the felony, as long as rossane barrs ass crease
inspect the melody, a rap song where no manz dignitys ceased

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religion deceased when 666 finish the steez, flow like the breeze between concrete and dem trees, delivering heat, melt u wit the spit that i breeth

the ninja leaves, jump the air with the wind and leaves
sliceblade drawn, dusk or dawn, cypher creed, hyper speed

precise disease,cant fight defeat,my rhymes shine so much they need no hype from me,rely on greed to help complete the logic feed

plant seeds while we reep and creep....death becomes you as ya crew will see....six hundred and sixty six minutes of penalties so intreeged....we aint gentle after the money sinks like ships in seas....

Arm leg leg arm head , like the gravediggaz bringing back the dead

Imma laugh Instead....
at these Rappa's gettin Cred...
in area's that need much Practice w/ the text

brothas perplexed n vexed at these emcees flaming wreck
arm leg leg arm head, applies to those who match the intelectual spec
just believe in youself before you big up diggaz, ghost or deck
iam take a rain check on these plain necks iam off too drink the triple secs

yo i drink so much, the sh-ts troublin
my piss got more sudz than pubz in Dublin-

no huggin of trees these MC's do more than u please,
smoking of trees leave these MC's higher than a warm breeze

in belize, bobby drake steez when i freeze
blood flow of cut throats cant cope wit a homicidal fiend

Mattlocka get the fucking picture if not it's your ass
Slash,start,still,schooling,smashing,stood glass

My stash of purple, and hash i threw in the grass..
Once the pigs hopped out the unmarked whip to harass..

Nigga don't really want to battle rap about drugs
Fucking with locka have hand on his head tooking out by firing muggs

i spit fire because i was born in a volcano
a hot head but even eva mendes know im bueno

When i die allah's tears will fall as rain from the sky..
My death avenged by wisemen, and angels with flaming wings..
The illuminated figures will blind ya'll third eyes..

steady rock rhymin' constantly the sun shinin'
no bullshit, thru full clipse murks be grindin'

u didnt pay attention to the signs n/
the apocolypse is here, n u be panicin n cryin/

You put your right hand on the bible and you still lyin', the judgement was swift and your execution is a gift, locked behind 16 bars, entombed like a fetus in a mason jar

i go to old man bars, do shots and puff on cigars
drinking pitchers of coors light till im tight like strings on guitars

i mean that im hard like concrete n erections i bomb fleets 4 inspectin n beat em bloody wit tha murder weapon..

thats right i murderd the preacha for malestin/
turned his head into a shishkabob durrin my confession/

burnin im infested wit lyrical demons/
fuck wit ya mind leave ya spirtual screamin/

im like the macho man randy savge screamin/
my rhymes beat u like folded seatin/

defeatin untrained mcs wit one swipe,
got the mic welded to hand so i dont pick up rust,
lucks up gainst a master ya about to get fuked.

shift ya skull crushed wit battle axes
tha evil out way tha good in this hood axis
blowin wood packed wit tha kush duns slackin
scared of tha fire i breathe attack dragon

Adjacent Fragments in ya Brain's MainFrame and BrainsTem!

fake mc's i slay them pounce on my prey when claws extended razor sharp u frauds get bent-quick

for wearing lipstick and doing bitch shit, y'all shoulda came harder

the father of rhyme comes from a land before time liquid lines representing england with words so devine

i assasinate the target like i was commiting a crime/
always lookin for the goal tryin to make that gold mine/

hold nines pitch-fork spin-al cords when i rime/
scratch like vinyl boards floor a nigga wit tha grime/