striking S-corp Veterans/ Taking over more blocks than your personal best in tetris/
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striking S-corp Veterans/ Taking over more blocks than your personal best in tetris/
shits gone in 60 secends like i was memphes
my family desecendants wish my rap intentions will create new inventions for my rising ascention
Niggaz fail to mention ma black intentions destroy ur inventions fuckin lead ya to a quick descention cuz nuthin will give ya protection,from fuckin Ninjustsu poison infection, god wont't even give ya divine intervention
attention, you're hoggin' the lines...with the same rhymes written under you sig line, but it's fine...it's an alright lyric...musta liked it so much, you just couldn't clear it cuz you want EVERYBODY to hear it
the pad fades to black when the ink is smeard it
ur lines outdated an like Mikey's "Beat it"
mistreat it, i believe it's about too fight back...react with a massive attack
the blackness is back wig out when the dope is running in ur passege track
ur lines tight 100proof,wanna be on ma soundtrack?
got any tracks...do u know what i sound like.....ill post u my sound click page when i get a chance....
Pr00f has already proven he's on my Mix-up/ you'l get burned before the candle wick is lit-up.
5.99 cd pick up s-corp stick up//
got u breathing hard like a fat bitch in mid sit up
S-Corp Always bring Heat Like 500 Pound Work Outs/^
get the pork out, fat motherfuckaz get their forks out
pour out 4 amounts over the bodys cut point//
then bounce and feel proud, wit a sick weed joint
i smoke like a G, but i dont use weed i use ur cremated ashes
when old people flashses// shit happens
i bring it hard on the mic, like 3rd world countrys do with famine,
spit that real life shit, fuck live 8, now thas whats happening
yo, we be on the WTC...straight rappenin'...lyrical cappenin'
proof and me crashin deity-like apparatuses over the stratus of new mexian sands, leave the mutherfuckers like tourists trapped,
the tone is tapped throw down the phone ..were yea at// sandblasted jeans a long white tee 10 for the cab with the wu buckle holding my gat//
splattered your head with a wu-tang bat/ blood gushing red, you moaned like a moose slash cat
10 speed folding ya flat ..in forword motion holden pulling ur chest out ya back
before i was at the back i first named the twat/ wrote the definition down in the dictionary under 'womens cat'
spreading her pussy in half as the stream flows in her path// got her dicked hook line and sinker like crack packed wit acid taps//
i dont like skanks so i dig into their past/ at a glance looks like a dime underneath cant tell how many dicks shes danced/
dropping her pants the hips got u in trance// bells jingle like cans sweaty hands then she turns around ..........damn she's a man
lmao^
after i saved up.. working 2 years at the ice cream stand/ cheated.. i was forced to join the circus as an akrobat's hand/
an elefent ryder cought my eye spane flying high on high wires this bitch is from thialand
all nights bums drink cider passer's by stopping to lend lighters/ still homeless when it cost millions to build jet fighters/
all shitted up like used wet dippers// blinded piper in the cypher speed in hyper mode the air is getting tighter for ur head to expload
i spring alien probes, spawn mass army's of garden gnomes/ dont like my shit ill staple a boombox to your earlobes/
punks crooks and weirdows street baning weak beer-ho's // beats bang near-shows mic handla to hear-pro's beat ur eyes closed shut
im mad tired its 3 am the screen keeps giving me images like a digital camera
edit: i dont know why i wrote that.
burnin hell, chemical warfare in a gun shell
the bell tolls for thee, fake emcees delivered unto death...shivered without a breath
drop primo over the illest sets my flow bring you close to crush depth, casette heads fucked up in the realm of magnetic
be antipicating ur every move,ma brain's too advanced,blessed with telepathy leave ya with a sense of empathy to the rap unworthy