Moving in the cruzer swiftly/ throwing blades and darts quickly/
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Moving in the cruzer swiftly/ throwing blades and darts quickly/
from my B-Boy stance to an ALL-in-ONE HIPHOP man
I'll break dance, graffiti, emcee and dee jay the whole JAM
I'll push your button POWER ON SELF TEST
From baselines to skylines, i'll adjust my view
recording signals go up & down like my emotions do
the perspective becomes the panoramic view, see all emcees fall, like leaves in the autumn, I spit on seeds, resurrect the dead to blossom
to put me down is to bury your mother 6ft underground
hurt does it, embrace your father, your my only daughter
I observe and listen like a man in prison on a mission
to manifest a vision with the capacity of wisdom to hold you down with the weight
total that of six solar systems
You and a fetus have the same size penis
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Originally Posted by Osirus16
Much respect, nice real nice....
thanks its good to hear some positive feedback thats my first rhyme post, i dont really write but ive been in a weird mood the last 3 days jottin rhyme thoughts down constantly.....
fetal position - your new rhyme stance, mine a gun in it
lately been in a rhyme trance grab a pen and just run with it
Run squadrinz..tons barkin..tounguez lockin onto targetz..markin 4 death....
ya Optionz r less..my concious is dead..spirit alive tho..fear the linez thrown..
hear it n buy thoze..WUmixtapez on whoz sick page? check da kidz myspace..
Your scared forces.... get 'laced up by tha pair' ..like..my air force wunsQuote:
Originally Posted by Aclikyano
walk up in this thread with a bomb on my head
just like that cartoon of muhammed the prophet
about to blow ya minds, tick tockin' ya can't stop it
drop a gem down clowns picked it up and hocked it/pearls before swine, chow time when im rockin'
know dudez wit murder skiemz/got goonz that kill ur whole team,especaily if u got c.r.e.a.m.
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Originally Posted by TicalSteelz
Urgently pheenz need me ta spit..leave em hurtin certainly..earn 3rd then get burnt purposely..
superb servin these curbs verbally murder these words hurriedly slice ya face an half then dash like after commited burglary
further we birthin fertile seeds, burnin herbal leaves, verses courtesy of the words my journal bleeds/
pen's recreate murder spree's inebriate the worst mc's thievin jakes try swervin me end up in thee emergency...
lynch'em from a near by tree or drown'em in a forest spring, douse'em with some gasoline, for forty miles the smoke is seen
from tokin' green I walk on air and float in steam, appear sincere but mostly mean, provoke me I'll give you a choice choke or scream
I have nightmares when I daydream, if eight men were squared, the second individual, from the original, means they come in pairs
twice the deadly glare, even Yogi couldn't bear, that Sonny Bono was hittin' trees like Redman, and never bothered to Cher, did that make your visions spin, like spinning wheels spinning spinners that spinning in chrome rims
before the first inning you wont win against these grown men I've been known to have lifted and thrown the stones of Stone Henge
leave you dead and unknown friend then vanish like the wind that's blown in, deadlier than the sins of men that's sewn in
the heart dont start I'll apply a spark to my art so smart you'll depart ya own skin
I can spark then take apart my fo-fin, lyrics golden, livin life like it's do or die, you po pimp/
your flow's either limp, or stiff and incapable
if a beat sounds rapeable, i'm a spit indellible, that means non-erasable, my flow has me gassed like ali's chemichals.
On Point Wit Da Lyrical, After Im Done A Thang Sound Sinical
I cut off emcees like newborn's embilical, capture the rapture, I make transitions like hobos in trainstations, I give emcees frustration, like chloroform gives asphyxiation
degeneration of soceites sinuses, minuses it timeless, too many ryhmeless
so i chime their lines like osirus, combine this line with the last, n get a blast, all marksmen get marked
then marks get murked, i lurk in the south, the home of the dirt
keep the chrome in my shirt, I wasn't born feet first, I was formed from the earth/
the 9th wonder of the universe, knew a girl named Dee Vell, her address was triple 6 on the avenue called Hell, I'm the only snowball that survived the flames, she tried to pawn my life even tho I'm the last man in the game
the bullit travels like a commuter snipper aimed shooter
the brain mover//..traind to take one shot..pop...throw it in ur main computer//
bless you with the mindframe of Buddha, the lame refuter, I ain't make the change, blame Azusa/
i'm nice like mansa musa, homegrown in a medusa lookin hooka
coachin yall bird ass rapperz like mike holmgren and tony larussa
bring the noise like a blind rooster, peep, these young niggaz need booster seats, nothing they say sound like truth to me
dumbass cop tried to stop me for not wearin a safety belt
muhfucka get yo fatass back to your car before your pastries melt
fat man's jamaican patties defines our nation's fatties
My lyrics are nutritious ask any wise witness, why sip this? he'll say shut your ass up, its good for your fitness.