As I look at these gimmicks, I just wonder how they stay disguisedQuote:
Originally Posted by TELEvision
Being hood's now an image, truth is clouded by the rainy skies
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As I look at these gimmicks, I just wonder how they stay disguisedQuote:
Originally Posted by TELEvision
Being hood's now an image, truth is clouded by the rainy skies
whack shit they spin it it'll be our demise
wisdom is infinite plus ill rhymes supplied
engulfed in an atmosphere of electromagnetic vibrations
most times I feel like my life is a series of mathematical equations
I shadow box and cause my enemy abbrasions/
They form equasions by how many bullets is blazing/
whose breakin the slaves in? tryin 2 build wit my clique?//
kick holes in medical kits...before tha beats hit...//
get my fix by burning a cd with a mix/that rah rah shit/the best from quest to oteps t.r.i.c.
Rah rah shit. Haha bitch. Ur rawest? Naw dawg quit... Ill write a song n watch it transform into a sonnet
write n album n watch it turn into cronic my pen's brolic i just cant stop it like your girl on my cock she bobbin like lorena bobet
Brolic brawler lick-shots for the new year..
Got cats with no know-ledge shook like in need of liquor alcoholics..
Here's a half-pint slap chap, run ya wallet..
put locks on the closets, let them queers die there, be real like dj muggs got you on beats this year, i hear a lot of yappin' buts its nothing to fear, detroit, we make it happen like gatlings, oh yeah
stroking the guitar ever so gently the licks wetting the drum in my ears..
no need to limit yourself, compromise your condition of health
subatomic composites rearrange when my visions are felt
To producers dedicating weak tracks to my home, get the fuck outta here
To my sister states MARYLAND, DELWARE and PENNSYLVANIA
I salute and get down on knee thats the KING in ME
eugenic schizophrenic
hide inside the tides of psilocybe vibes by hallucinogenics
the man who does tune-ups but he's no mechanic....
a rare kind from a land no man dare explores
escaping the fourth dimension of time
my fifth can shift shores
the world clapped as they heard this
submergence of reality
dead batteries in the servants
I'm the first the last before and after/
Cry later learn this after the laughter/
math that clash an pass disaster,capture rhymez that design the lines of masterz
Cons mind design lines, then rotten rhythmic rape rapture
disaster!......ice'n all you cattle in the pasture
space cadet wit a cassette, kill a priest then after
its the archdiocese that get splattered
I be the one who batters and shatters,
Ya'll get scattered in the wind like cigerette wrappers
no compassion, suicides your last bastion, money
you bout as gangsta as dog day, both ways sonny
It's funny, my rhymes come out and you all get caught
I bring the style that sought to fought with abstract thought
I creep in disguise & smother lies
do my work and flee the turf without claiming a prize
appear in your atmosphere like an aberration of starlight
I might nudge the earth a degree off 23
scatter like Osiris and hide myself amongst the seven seas....
few knew how I could vanquish the earth moon
reverse the earth's turn & burst through
your nostrils like the worst fumes
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common sense but we're often too dense
weighed down, swayed - bound by emotions.. tense
aight that's all I got for today peace
Always gonna rise master of disguise taking the prize
You get caught re-sort all those who get taught
Starboard and port over docks he faught not to get scorched
i'm way darker than black monday,cutting bitches up like ted bundy
hotter than fudge on a sundae, come my way where wolves is hungry
red hoods look like crumb cake
I bake fake peeps who make me irate
They quake in their timbs with the rhymes that i make
wolverine state senator, dont make me have to visit ya, bring a uhaul of ass whip to administer
the black minista with mad sax lit up
ya blastin nothin but lip, sun
while I laugh and split a dutch, the masta
hazard wit a magic marker on the walls of tavern, put cha wifey name and number down plus the address
cause havok in rock city
ya been popped and walk silly
hip hop to the nine milly
ur not hot just rockabilly
....ha!
Puffin trees,my lungs freeze, but yer rhymes stink like swiss cheese
just thought i'd drop a comical one..lol
Bitch Please, Sticks N Seeds, dont Mix With my Weed,
im not sum Addictive Phine, that Sticks a Siringe in his Skin just ta Bleed
No need to watch me beat down MC's, I get flown but ya'll get blown in the fierce breeze
Sting of killa beez never succeed to break defeat
creep like millipedes, 400 sneaks on marchers feet