Grippin' the whip when i'm giving you slaves a whippin'..
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Grippin' the whip when i'm giving you slaves a whippin'..
an oxymoron like naked fat children goin' skinny dippin', sinus combust when fresh air polluted by pollen, negative and positive intergers are called algorithms
swimmin' in the Red sea deep-end
Enemey of the state emcee got big brother weepin'..
Completion as i Complete my Degree as an Emcee Vet
Empty Threats Filling Heads of Deadly Flesh
test-me death arrives from my deadly set tec squeeze wreck wit jet speed vexed..
anything i spit on is hexed, call me da witch doctor, mic mystic wit magic you couldnt spell
repel/looseleaf/combat with/verbal weaponry/thirty five minus thirty one/reveals the chemistry...Quote:
Originally Posted by MenaceSkilledWitWiz
To fuck up ya dentistry like plaque or cavities, and corrupt the ministry with facts and casualties
if a rymes a crime, int the freedom of speech a waste of time?
nah cuz when you come correct wit ya rhymes you transcend time
like stop lights I go for mine, like Hiro I'm a hero that stops time, the friendly violent fellow, I ended the Genesis, when I turned the hourglass on the belly of the blackwidow
smack kiddo's, smash windows, spill polen
when i sting em, ditto, bringin back the genesis with Phil Collins
like KP an MC is my footstool, rappers stay crawlin'
fellet(sp?)-yall-when my sizzlin -spit- inflict harmful rays niggas lay in tha ditch
soul in my veins, power arranged, silverbacks attack wreckless, brilliant change, the tec checks this
Somewhat neglected, leaving imagery shattered
Only the mental energy of how you're living it matters
spit a dangerous tongue from the dungeon lung darkness shines well beyond a sunn
this is one for the ages, murks put in work blazin' lasers, the worst, a world of hurt is my chamber
With lyrics of anger, I try to teach the masses and if they don't pass it, then they repeat the classes
those able to comprehend audios and visuals, cerebellum molds an intellectual, 6 raised to the power of a square, 36 chambers shadow snipers dwell there, comb you out like crosshairs
the mafia boss air/ to the crime throne/ holdin a micraphone/ takin lines to tha dome/
yea.. Takin Lines to da dome..you know wat i mean..right up the nose..
then Roll me sum of that Sticky Green ..call it 4 leaf Clove..
but I don't need luck to deal with my foes, examine their prose and if it ain't real I expose
my 4.4 Chrome and make sure da Po Po Gone..then CliCC-ClaCk BOOM!
dont Think Thats Coo', when he Killed that foo''...and Picked a Bad Route!
i stay sharp like blades on the foot of datsyuk, definitive jux, my rap book move foward like rooks, start my day eating slang in my breakfast nook
sin city Sinner...Since Birth, leave ya words.. Bitter like Dirt
Been a Winner Since First..and a Big Figure thats Bigger then Earth
Gun's Will Blow, cuz im a Shogun that will Go Gun-Ho on my Foes!
rappers with bum flows suffer blows and end up wit tags on they toes
immaculate-tho attackin wit tha dragon-scripts-slow mind alternating brain waves like im skitso
Usin' jujitsu, I break boards bare handed, locked my master in tha dojo and left him there, stranded
Yall disappear vanish...inta thin air the fastest...so ya air- heads that spit.. just get layed out like a air matress
prepare madness enter tha ring and leave-sadness while sirens-scream my violent-team lean ya faction
Cuz I'ma mean bastard, like takin' candy from babies. Tha perverted type, smellin' the panties of ladies
dismantlin-grannys-im-crazy-an-if-blam-ya-u-suaze thas word tho tha murder i commit b more than ver-bal
I move like the turtle with the jetpack in his shell, racin' Bugs Bunny and I still got time to kill
Trying to Write my Will, as Life is Filled..
with a Design that Dies just like the Minds of the Bill-ion
Shit iz Real son, like Shyheim circa '96, droppin' dope verses with a worth of 90 bricks
nuthin-but-tha-grimy-shit is wut we spittin duke a nigga disagree-he-facin-misery gettin split-in-two
We takin' turns hittin' you, me and Sleep Sinatra. Verses that be lyrical, just to keep 'em droppin'
deleting-peeps my chakra concentrated thru tha pen flow open palm break a nigga nose smashin wit tha tha ken po