"show These Crabs How To Rhyme Thread"

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Originally Posted by Fermi Paradox

nice swift verse JTS...

Ayo...

I repel ghosts while you get diagnosed as the intermediate host
Your wigs splitting while I’m spitting this 200th dart post
I suppose I better speak in infere codes for you to hear
Cos 5% of us can’t convey this cipher to ya ear

Your lax tracks are devils flax, your act is apparently slack
You'll dred when i hit ya on the head with my micolden golden axe
I'm the witty Glasgow rapper slapping councillors off of committees
Twinning cities while humming pretty little hip hop ditties

Tell Louise to get the cream cheese, I know that bitch tease
She's Maltese, she squeezes me til I can hardly fuckin breathe
Conquering seas to appease these niggaz standing at ease

Hell you’re so demented you invented huntington's disease

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Originally Posted by J.T.S.

That shit's ill Fam!!


Tell the judge my hammer holding reasons "Burning Season.."
Feel the breeze as we contend, til i bring degrees in..
Leave with the leaves and i'm the new leader of ya team slim..
Chances are you'll run up on my car, to get blown out the perimeter..
win, or lose i'm star, super sinister, murderous microphone rap minister..
Benching a bunch of weight in the tri-states, for weed smoking listeners..
Kicking that hardness that'll deflate soccer balls..
Sock ya jaws with a sock full of pool balls..
I'm too raw, half the time, if i'm not spitting i'm cheffing..
And i'm not raekwon with linx, but for the flow i receive Cuban blessings..

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Cool flow fam...just a ill freestyle to Brooklyn Babies

I take off the No.1 cloth headband and bust off
Then I dust off your sciptures like a monestary moth
Your stuck in the war, getting saved by the red cross
Thread boss, Your geting chopped at like lacrosse
I toss haterz off the block and set up the rigs
With unbiased gilding of mics, I wet the driest lips
No slip-ups, I disrupt the negative force
Before I run yer ass off the racetrack concourse...

A Freestyle to "Watch Ur Mouf"

Drift through the beats
Like I’m Akira in Neo Tokyo/
Flowing dope cloudless
Hound founds round off ya nails/
Cut, claw through boroughs like sergeants and generals
We always looking for minerals like gold and silver/
Iller when we willing weaponry that don’t sing
Ringing bells excelling past your Sprints and Nextel’s/
I chime lines through sequential instrumentals
Taking out you replicas without all the melodrama/
I down trodden you weak rap rhymers without style
You still biting what cha not even writing/
Now I’m scraping with you sucker emcees
Got them Shazzam Bangles dinging wit bullets ricocheting/
Yall wonder twin punks I dunk balls higher than any tower
Crack ya liberty bell wit lighting bolts/
Striking a 1,000 jolts of ill voltage that needs
No government postage after roastage/
Closed casket Dubai pastor raster farther fatter
Now I’m rapping in more patterns that scattagories can category/
You know my story went from a tracheotomy to diabetic treatments
To lyrical theories inspired by the G-Host of all folks, you know I’m dope/

I chastise, and track glide with raps live
Coke rap connects die, once fury darts fly
Outrageous live living, styles got ladies grinning
Spider web spinning webs, to catch biters of renditions
Famous additions, i add on precision, precise vision
Spitting addiction convictions, convicts i vic and charge in prison
Respect my chemistry, waves in the scalp like the seas
Short verse crafter, analize the pen motion, and delivery
Lyrically a disease, or outbreak, when i bust the earth quakes
Vibrates, shakes, and breakes, i break em off great
Escape feasting on Cod in the Cape, enemies slayed
Styles give reasons of doubt, still i'm coming of age

Run for the gun
I sweep for my sword/
Cut cha cord quick, sleek and leave ya dripping
Now I’m dipping into bleak areas too hard to see/
Now I can read cha thoughts like Professor X & Jean Grae
My flow fish fillets emcees before they start to flutter and blaze/
Gaze into to my eyes realize you have been hypnotize
By the Multiplicity Man extra hands like doppelgangers/
Cram for the test address me as Techno Quest
I’m illest when I shape change face rearrange/
And eat cha brains out like zombies do ya dome pieces
Leaving this planet in more terror than a Robert Rodriquez flick/
So when I spit I speak reek ya team wit wishes fishing for dishes
Slice ya wig like gene therapy so if you haven’t heard of me/
Then you know of me by the website and the Walter Cronkite references
Efforts be gray matter scattergory told cha story/
Afforded me mention wit sentences ended relentless
Now I’m approaching the balcony of this hip hop shit/
Rip it so furious I leave y’all nervous when I verbalize
My thoughts that tend to paralyze as you try and exercise/
Those muscles when we scuffle I tusle and break another blood vessel
Archibald crush cold flush flows out the realm of the skills you know/
Grow your ass outta the concrete just like Ashanti’s last LP
My shit be swelter the hot streets when the heat beats/
I read the sunz of man first album on lyric sites
Rewrite cha mind like a typical hard drive/
And re live multiple lives wit distant minds
Once I grip the mic I begin to rip like rip/

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Originally Posted by J.T.S.

I chastise, and track glide with raps live
Coke rap connects die, once fury darts fly
Outrageous live living, styles got ladies grinning
Spider web spinning webs, to catch biters of renditions
Famous additions, i add on precision, precise vision
Spitting addiction convictions, convicts i vic and charge in prison
Respect my chemistry, waves in the scalp like the seas
Short verse crafter, analize the pen motion, and delivery
Lyrically a disease, or outbreak, when i bust the earth quakes
Vibrates, shakes, and breakes, i break em off great
Escape feasting on Cod in the Cape, enemies slayed
Styles give reasons of doubt, still i'm coming of age

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Liking the flow fam..

i'll get that thread made up tomorrow bro cos im busy as a chinese factory worker the day..heres a quick verse for ya though chief..

I disect the dialect and inject a new spec
In effect, I select only niggaz that get wrecked
Uppin the rep, I project only mecha tech class
Getting hit full blast, shootin fast the tear gas

Kidnap yer family then post ya their limbs
Using the ransom to pay for 40 pairs of timbs
Then i make yer mom come with my infernal rap tongue
Dames hung from beams like I was born the rippers son

I got flows that don’t need reattribute’s
I deposit lines in ya mind replace e’m wit memories of nada/
I run through you crabs in the jungle
Whizzing on kids wit the bundle/
Tunnel through trouble
Watch me rumble/
Gumshoe flash foot blast ya boots
Mask moving schooling you dopes/
Rope chokes fools leave these Bloks
On the pole wit fighters divide by 8/
Greatly under appreciated now that I’ve made it
Game it controlling you suckers like Shao Kahn/
Drop bombs you and ya mans
You don’t got plans to run the crew/
I display views panoramic
Get cha rear view skewed/
Debunk ya darts wit
Hammers in ya heart/
After facts I mash graphs wit tactical retreats
Defeating the enemies wit the sun behind my back/

Ready aim fire scatter brain fragments all over the train
Here's a toast to the game, shit on my name get smoked in the rain
Cats ain't gangsters simple and plain, their sell-outs for fame
They ain't never held heaters or sold cocaine
You ain't bodied a roach, approach the coach exit the game
Can't go to the hood ya block is ashamed
Saying you bust gats, u cats can't even aim
Take off that gold chain, or get found slain
You and your dame, she got gang-banged
Type a chic my crew hit, and run train
Put ya'll frames in the grain, after i set em a flame
Your'e so worthless, nobody gave a fuck to find a person to blame
I know where these herbs hang, any none of em slanged
all these emcee's sounding the same, lyrically lame
Like Bigl(r.i.p.) i got the wild style that can't be tamed
And when i bang without wepons asians be like that style can't be crane

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Originally Posted by J.T.S.

Ready aim fire scatter brain fragments all over the train
Here's a toast to the game, shit on my name get smoked in the rain
Cats ain't gangsters simple and plain, their sell-outs for fame
They ain't never held heaters or sold cocaine
You ain't bodied a roach, approach the coach exit the game
Can't go to the hood ya block is ashamed
Saying you bust gats, u cats can't even aim
Take off that gold chain, or get found slain
You and your dame, she got gang-banged
Type a chic my crew hit, and run train
Put ya'll frames in the grain, after i set em a flame
Your'e so worthless, nobody gave a fuck to find a person to blame
I know where these herbs hang, any none of em slanged
all these emcee's sounding the same, lyrically lame
Like Bigl(r.i.p.) i got the wild style that can't be tamed
And when i bang without wepons asians be like that style can't be crane

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Run wit cha little crew
Get a little blue/
But imagine I had to hold those and console
Those I slayed on various game consoles/
Upload cha player data and codes to various databases
Capturing status is like the purple heart as your badge of honor/
Catch some chronic pain you snake pliskin or solid snake
Take a tank of oil you might need for your joints/
Point out hits wit contact clips, shades and blinkers
I drink my juice trying boost my skills for the next status/
What do shortcuts do in the long run
I hold my gun next to my lung/
Ready to draw on baby paw
This ain’t another quick draw
This isn’y a another episode of bonanza and heehaw/
This is real trouble your in taking another mans life
Thinking your grand theft auto days are numbered/
Trying to be a runner soulless with a callus of shabbiness
Now you trying bet the final boss wit ill style so you can be named tog dog/
You get crowned king but shot in the end like JFK
What’s left to display but just another martyr like Che Guerra/

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Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS

Run wit cha little crew
Get a little blue/
But imagine I had to hold those and console
Those I slayed on various game consoles/
Upload cha player data and codes to various databases
Capturing status is like the purple heart as your badge of honor/
Catch some chronic pain you snake pliskin or solid snake
Take a tank of oil you might need for your joints/
Point out hits wit contact clips, shades and blinkers
I drink my juice trying boost my skills for the next status/
What do shortcuts do in the long run
I hold my gun next to my lung/
Ready to draw on baby paw
This ain’t another quick draw
This isn’y a another episode of bonanza and heehaw/
This is real trouble your in taking another mans life
Thinking your grand theft auto days are numbered/
Trying to be a runner soulless with a callus of shabbiness
Now you trying bet the final boss wit ill style so you can be named tog dog/
You get crowned king but shot in the end like JFK
What’s left to display but just another martyr like Che Guerra/

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your about as thug as my left testicle sheepish...

you seriously must have nothing to write about fam..go and incite wisdom rather than tiredness on the contemptables. :mexico:

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Originally Posted by Fermi Paradox

your about as thug as my left testicle sheepish...

you seriously must have nothing to write about fam..go and incite wisdom rather than tiredness on the contemptables. :mexico:

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well i was setting a scene man....haven't you heard of artistic expression....

Supreme mic fiend ultramagnetic beams hit teams, the boss raises my salary
Spank a child with my black belt for trying to challenge me
Silencers couldn't silence me from reacting violently
Murder em all from strong to weak, to brave to cowardly
Call me beast, cause i leave ya pees deceased in streets, from the brutal brutality
Pull ya wisdom, and fill her with this jurrasic jizzim, she caught an oral sex allergy
Wild for me bitches, snapping pictures, praising my scriptures
Get stripped, and hit be on my cock like i had crazy glue on my dick
Life's a pregnant bitch with P.m.s., i spit crack and sell it to DMX
Producers tracks catch beat-downs, critics get left in critical
Condition then remain imprisoned, for dissing my compositions
I'm a funky technician, crucified by Christians and still living

fuck ice, i only shine-when-my-mic-glow/
while the majority of yall r blind-to-the-light-though/
head is over obsessed with design-and-the-right-flow/
welcome to a trip inside the mind-of-a-psycho/
see, im an advocate of torture-and-pain/
i got that sadistic twisted jack kovarkian-game/
im way more than sorta-insane/
im more off the wall than jim morrisons-brain when he's snorting-cocaine/
these days, hella rappers r corny-and-lame/
and tomorrow i garentee it'll be more-of-the-same/
people get fortune-and-fame simply by sportin-a-chain/
i stay chillin with the horniest-dames/
like heres 3 bucks, go to the store and bring back a forty-and-change/
i get bent like a contortionists-frame/
if im not lifted, ima bout to get high like people boarding-a-plane/
and i really like recording-my-name/

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Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS

well i was setting a scene man....haven't you heard of artistic expression....

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yeah i have, but yours is parallel to the expressions of a gnat. well nice talking sheepish..tada for now

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Originally Posted by Fermi Paradox

yeah i have, but yours is parallel to the expressions of a gnat. well nice talking sheepish..tada for now

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is that ur ass

wot