talkin' ice i don't follow suit, you juke thats the tune i remain 100% absolute.
Leavin' a mystery do i do ice now or is it locked in history?
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talkin' ice i don't follow suit, you juke thats the tune i remain 100% absolute.
Leavin' a mystery do i do ice now or is it locked in history?
one fist it's me, i shed violent rights, wounded in anger, the past...
I say I cause I'd rather be the one to make the sacrifice & die like Christ...
I still fight with power cause my mind can't rest after 90 nights & 90 days I stayed away.
Peace Two, Slix Begun, To One And Then Some,
From The Midnight Streets That I Used To Run,
On Drugs...at Times I've Been Dumb, But Never
Been As Dumb As Those Who Battle The Slick1.
Icicles Hang From My Tongue.
fuck it i over run the slums and then sum up the balnce with the lash from my tongue
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the section be 9 combine minds we form like voltron
and take down you retards like Zarkon & his Robeasts/
i am so sick when i rip i could interview my self
and develop a new click to spit with/
i forget to show love but i go t some...
i forget to rhyme flow how many times i'vedone
original its the slick1 never pack a gun cause guess what
i don't need one but i'm illa rhyme feela skits bewilder soon nouf flowin tough
of course deliver ... gonna have to move to a temple of 5 linez :) peace.
peace out all y'all here in the temple.
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broken arrows!
keep it on...o.n.e..
you in AUSTIN! I'm in DFW, right now.Quote:
Originally Posted by Slicksta
Okay, let's start up the line for line shit.. i haven't done this in a minute.
DRY WALL Faggots, Ima Lock All My HEAT In Ya,
CURB CHECK a Bitch, Help Ya Put A Little STREET IN YA...
sleepin' em, puttin' em to rest like I read to them,
tuck em in to count sheep, till they reach infinite,
Like Sideways Eights, Tre-8's Get To Them,
Steady Shootin 'em, 44's and 45's,
So Many Numbers I'm Computin 'em.
Im polluting minds, verbally blasting, clouding brains,
I'll do a robot dance & then just watch the metal rain,
Now you wanna get glowing throwing I-N-T’s
You emcees can’t even believed what you really perceive/
How We Bob And Weave Smoking Trees Under Siege With The DJ Scratching Like Flees
The Mics Been Relieved And Can't Be Retrived Even By A Golden Dog Of A Certain Breed
The Gift, That I've Received,
Must Intertwine like Weave,
And Release The Seed,
DEEP INTO THE EARTH LIKE GREED.
UGH!
So when you mention Sheep just realize I’m a Ghost in a Shell
And never fall asleep so don’t wonder if androids dream it’s all a joke you see/
Microwaved flow, I should pop yo corny ass
The baby eagle's stayin in the nest cuz I got class...
And My Mental Is Vast...Aire Like Storms In The Sand
When I learned To Ride A Bike I Said "Look Mum, No Hands"
(thanks for dropping the sig line SHEEPISH)
I “dead arm” rappers wit “yung berg” flows wit lead pipes that lay you
While your crew just says goodnight/
Ignite The Light That Sends Darkness Out Of Sight
You Might See Me In A Field With No Breeze Flying A Kite
Confuse christ...with visions of mass slaughter
nestled against the grave of my dads passed father.
You couldn’t be in the Sea at all
I’ll still PWN u like Bills in Buffalo do/
I rap illy...21 gun salute like fast willie,Quote:
Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
parker...pardon me, hit stick chop block rock ya.
If you can drop bombs that can touchdown like MaddenQuote:
Originally Posted by H.Notik
You ain’t nicer then you get blitz by easiest “Nickel” package/
wheter "strong" or "3-5-5" the "nickel" nine'll prick ya spine
...i'm sick with mine my wit withers a fickle mind.
Unbenign To Crime You Bitches Drop Dimes All The Time
We Read The Book Of Tragedy Do You Know The Kind ?
Crafted by Indians who fancy jewels, we use weapons as tools
To overrun fools and ghouls, to show them how the machinery rules
See when you running up against my “Nickel” & “Dime” defenseQuote:
Originally Posted by H.Notik
Your resistance is futile you don’t got the sperm count
to rebound after you deaded 4 being a clown/
cloud your mind and drown, i stand with and upside down frown, in my hand is a blunt and a gasoline can, arsony is the plan
Man stay close to the plan and learn the hidden truth about why it controls you
simple...excite peeps...rememberin' that the block creeps...
I wreck mics...like 18 wheelers jack-knife on the highway...
call your "wreckers" your stylez gettin' towed :|
its been the one-line twice...but check it...now itz thrice!
I Clash My Glass With Others And Say Cheers Like Obie Trice
write rymes like gary grice, words cut the tail of mice,
let your life be decided by the roll of a dice, sex drugs n alcohol my world of vice
lice,spiders and cockroaches check it kids my slum is the grossest
I spit rhymes that define the mind, ignite mines, and excite the mic