and motherfucker you look like Curtis,
you look at guys with a purpose
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and motherfucker you look like Curtis,
you look at guys with a purpose
Mind is Berserk Kid, if ya Try n Confirm It, you will Decide it's Fer Certain..
only certain/that spirits be hurtin'/from lack of the God/preached when folks churchin'
thats odd/ they sounds like babies patted on back burpin/ crack head bitches still slurpin
My style fly like a blue vignette
I get more props than a movie set
I Fire Your Boss Like The Mets So You Best To Beware
I'm Like Centrino Cos I Got Connections Everywhere
Don't call me a baller because I don't fuck around with balls
Call me a graffiti artist cuz I spray your face all over the wall
How bout I don't call you, cause I am Hetero like the airport
Shit, that's Heathrow, blame the brain cancer from the Newports
your faggotry is put forward with your high pitched vocal chords,
i need no invitation, i come forward with the lords.
Billions of stars, scars, of modern astronomy
Deep far bars, shaking foundations of economy
"arise again!", the king of philosophy,
eyes open to the current world's audacity,
seekers of truth unveil their deadly weapons
as poison ink kills out of their pens
Feed on ink, and absorb mind blowing facts of wisdom
Many out a line like a prism, it's has risen out the Shizzm
Remember, the 5th November, as I dismember your body cold like December.
The New Agenda...To Walk In The Darkness Forever
Contenders Get Dismembered By Spinning Helicopter Propellers
No matter what gender, I'll get your body shredded
The newly born and the newly-wedded I leave beheaded
my pen fully leaded, i am what the devil always dreaded,
the ultimate realm of evil is where im headed, more mysterious than the black hole you couldn't imagine it.
18-9,Why he getting an Emmy? I'm cold as you can see
Fuck freezing, I go below the lowest degree...Emcees flee
18th letter... R
9th letter... H
Why........... Y
Emmy ....... (M.E.)
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like the unit after pesticides is sprayed on these wanna be G's
alphabetical disorder, numerical encoder, my mind works like a starship,
it's pre genesis, it takes time to knowledge this, till then you remain in mist.
Fuck a pad, I carve my rhymes onto an Ironclad
Without the hook, I deliver the fatal jab
and i come through with the upper cut, face looks screwed like that of a slut,
dirty grounds raped by hounds, nowhere to go nowhere to hide, my knowledge hunts you down like a landslide.
Prince Rai wrecking verses like a stunt, lines raw and uncut, Rai indestructible
Wisdom sparking the brain, who shall remain in the game after everyone gets slain
praises reciprocated, you can only build when we're elevating, flawless words kill more than once, the feeling leaving you rejuvinating, cleanses you like a shower, sunshower built by the RZA, crowds hungry for more ledge, enter the shizzah..
The knowledge can't be found only in books, decypher the darts
Some of the Earth's parts not on the charts, look into the heart
Mind constant elevation, uplift the nation from probation and rations
So high up in the clouds, we never fell
The definition why Satan only appears in hell
and my block stay covered in shells, all you can smell is them el's
youngers head rebel, slang to get mail and push a denali xl
Can I borrow that pen? I write too, just better than you can
You pay your fans to shout at jams, I make mine pulverize the land
You can borrow mines cuz my lines freestyled like break-dancers in they prime,Quote:
Originally Posted by Shizzah
Tailbone-and-spine, spinnin' on the cardboard dance floor designed
Open the mind up to the blind, insert sound of impeccable design
Kick out the hack, bring hip hop back on track like pressing "rewind"
i'll fuckin i'll fUckin i'll fUckin
hang you by your AMBlical Cord....sssssssss
U cant U cant U cant decypha my nutts
give me that
Is That A Fact ?
Could You be More Exact ?
We having a blast reminiscing about the past
Back when cars weren't fast in the time of jazz
Like An Australian Devil DJ I Spin Violently Like TAZ
Left the preacher hiding behind the stoupe like Vinnie Paz
People think it's a Big Bang, I just swung my axe
my mack spit rhymes telepathicly designs,
but i speak the God scripts,slave by the minds.
but when your axe swung/it was like choppin thru the mental plane/
thats why i chill with a pair of three D glasses/ while ya work and raise family...:( completing THE GREAT SEAL............
I know something pizza can do, what you can't get done
Feed a little family of two, you can't feed even one
shouldnt have gave birth to a son,
its too bad hes gonna be like you, jus plain dumb
Bombing bongs til' my brains done
Artist of artifacts like tame one
Is that your fame son?
Getting a head and not getting ahead
Sittin' on the corner claiming street cred