aint about crime but blast the nine if you pass the line
i floss my mind to anything relevant, its da weekend im hella bent
fuck it still spit poems with impact that make a nigga tell a friend
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aint about crime but blast the nine if you pass the line
i floss my mind to anything relevant, its da weekend im hella bent
fuck it still spit poems with impact that make a nigga tell a friend
me n Tekunique Bless da Speech, Trek Through Streets, in da Lexus Jeep
Im on tha creep when ya'll kiddies layin down to sleep//
Refine tha lost arts,
Static darts pierce my foes hearts//
Ya mental frequency is dead before transmissions could start//
Spittin Ill-wit-it Lets see the Passage, with Villanous MC Assassin
Verse crashin,
clashin, critics stay askin//
Im lashin,
smashin ya atoms ya gaspin//
breathe tha last breath
36 images of death//
Infa Red ta Chests, Instant Message Text, like a Infliction from da Smith n Wess
yo either u create or u bite im a be straight up like black & WHITE-Quote:
Originally Posted by White N Dangerous
DANGEROUS minded, gangstas search for paradise but couldnt find it
blinded by the surface fuckin clowns with frowns drown yall circus niggas have no purpose
splitin whigs like moses the red sea, mess with me and ill send ya to G-O-D
Really miss those Gym Dayz when I'd Play Dodgeball
but nowadayz theres Odd-Balls Strapped with Bombs in halls
Hangin' in the streets, living in the malls
Our smoked out weed heads and lost souls
In the city's stone bark, in the lights of the lamp bowls
Hearts and minds in graffity's on the walls
Strenght and technique on the pavement, skateboard halls
Writin' lines and sayin' them with tongues like snowploughs
Werds of the truth understandable just to some by intercoms
Life, every day like the last breathe on the hip - hop battle shows
I'm too empty now so, I give the turn of werds to you, jou!!!
Damn! I'm too slow!
My Style is Hard like Strong Armor, you try and cause Harm but i just "flow hot" like Warm Water
cleanin out thugs like a street sweepah, mess with me and it's an early date with the crypt keepah
feat.: Jou man! Diesel! Bangin' heads and killin' fucked up bands/ we'll be the thug - weasels, doin' what's on our minds, makin' schnitzels,/ of congress pigs, public grand's!/ Simple thugs and also Heads of organised crimes,/ will be the past, rhymes as baseball bats and handgun blasts will fly as fast,/ as fuckin' two-men army, like SPEC.-NAS , makin' ya momy, makin' you sloppy!/
Keep up Diesel! Jou jou! Keep It up! Your turn! Shout with me! jou! jou!!!
Yo this is a ONE LINE RHYME Thread god. Not an 8-bar thread. No disrespect, but pleez only drop (at the most) 2-4 bars. Even 3 bars is pushin it. Doin half a verse is defeatin the purpose of tha thread yo. Word is bond.
Aight...Check it.
Styles strike like a hurricane,
with swords as debris//