Make electrons run, creating a positive energy
Where the electron is a gangsta, yes I'm a prodigy
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Make electrons run, creating a positive energy
Where the electron is a gangsta, yes I'm a prodigy
we always be making a melody, our souls are on ice,
thoughts collide, we play the game like Miami Vice
Prince Rai and Shizzah blessing this space
It's a disgrace how we go from place to place
Murdering MC's and take their faces in trophy cases
Strangle them with shoelaces stomp their heart
Kings of the club, and the dart spade aces
my verse are just a waste contaminated with a VZV base that put a horrible rash on your face
somehow I’ve just become misplaced in place where I'm disgraced and my legacy is leaving no trace
we walk through any mazes, our paths never countered,
walk land like free men, cos' we fought and conquered,
temples built in our names, the drum within sounding out instrumentals,
we show and prove and spit out lyrical monumentals...
What’s seem easy sometimes really not that simple
low self esteem teen pimples makes confidence cripple
negative thoughts in your head ripple make the stagnation triple
Rage of horns causing ripples in the soil
Shit is absurd like Bush's point boiled
going on oil that's still in it's foil unpacked
So heavy, I make the universe dizzy, that's fact.
sit back I'm dizzy off a six pack the moon is out the sky is pitch black
plus my bitch back with big racks between her titties where stick my dick at
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Back And Keep It Easy Jesus Word Life Now Whats Happnin!
AHLILL this is a place where emcees post there raps in/
Hiphop went from dj to rappin/ to break dance re run to what's happening/
I like the beat you made scratching/ its old school head knock relaxing/
can you give me a free beat while I'm asking/ no paypal credit cashin I'm too old fashion/
so too all you new school cats, MG and Bronze Feet be assassins, take you way back,
thats before hip hop became hip pop, watch everyone crowd in flocks but i stand with a look of shock with jaw dropped
shystar's become a hip-hop classic
like shell top adidas, kangol hats and gazelle glasses
the brother beneath me stomps the world with bronze feet
i stomp you with golden features on records
endangered creatures on mics
unsigned hype, son we've got no deals
the fuckin deal is that we're just too real
think about it
When I stomp, the red meets the brown
Sound destroys the ground when I'm around
MC's be talking that same shit, snake's hiss, lame diss
I send them to the abyss, peeps stopping me "Ayo, that kid could spit"
Talkin bout shizz... make y'all emo's cut your wrists
Rappers be wrapped in the chaotic waysQuote:
Originally Posted by Shizzah
i display hit cha wit more lava than anything toxic
knock you off ya block thinking “that kid's nice wit that”
flipping more letters than the alphabet acutal has/
my homeboy Nash
got a New Year bash full of hoes I’m trying to smash
trick bucks never hoes spending my cash
looking for a girl with class with an A+ ass and not shy to flash
drink a little booze hand grip a couple of boobs nipples tongue salvia lubed
to get in the mood to get in the groove we two head back to the room
And if,
then i gots tha sierra mist
what mist,
what myth,
its all in the wrist
i press b a start while looking at the screen......
then i listen to you MuThAFuccAs scream
as the Serene Dream Speeds Between Space n Gravity, im' Faced with Reality
Just a Phase so Just Face it Casusally, and Stay with a big ol' Salary
check it, chances for you slim, lights dim I kill probably
now watch as I turn many heads like I play game honestly
modestly my return has no bearing/
brung classics but i guess they had no ball bearings/
i gave jewels black as coal a reflection of i/
heated in battles i only glowed as Cilvaringz i/
respected but neglected my reflection is the sky/
blue on the day blazing just to be as high/
as the nite this blackman will shine as the stars/
my time off only inspired me to bring infinite bars
Morden God .wsup
flashy ice models and cars rebel obeying no laws
beautiful face no physical flaws
I'm every dymes lust whatever the cause
its mandatory hoes be dropping their draws
all I got is my word and my balls
I talk with the thought of innocent laughter
A walking explosion caused by the division of the smallest factor
its not about a salary its all about reality
and I'm a reallionnaire
a lone idea can draw millions near
its drift can lift the earth's time and shift its continents
I can see clearer than LuCiD's consonants
plus the forest from the trees
that which is imperceptible, yet perceives
precedes the intellectual and its written degrees
shine in all directionals and not susceptible to disease
the truth is exceptional and accessible without the need of beliefs
what cant be grasped can't be consumed
I came out my first caccoon on the solstice of June
its coon season for redneck cops hunting niggas blasting multiple shots
Corporal Corrupt, Report full a Junk..that was Unresourceful as FuckQuote:
Originally Posted by ModernGod
So i got my nine to buck n glock, so u dont have nothin to do wit luck
whether you duck or not you still getting shot dispose of yo body before yo blood clot
Now, Shut ya Bloodclot Mouth, Batty Boy, We Ride,
The Gemstar Root Canal, Take A Little Off The Side.
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swollow your pride or get burned alive the hot steel skin your hide
that's what happens in the New World Order when you dont abide
my purpose is to search proof I never lied
you got shot yo mother never cried the living dead deserve a lead in the head
that's why we tattoo knowledge on zombies permanent scars charred as homage
I throw lines in a wucorp. homepage,too young to have knowledge,nevermind my fuckin age
My techinque penetrates harder then the techs i keep
im more concered about the words and not the digits, got my hands on both sides stroking the triggers lying on my back im the rapper you cant kill, got a name on the bullet insert your name here
i show you no respect, Treazon ack like Max Cady from Cape Fear
punchlines get ya nose lookin like Rudolph the muthafuckin' Reindeer's
...fire.
imma leave you feeling pain when ya smile, put a verse to ya mouth and it turns to a frown dont be flooping on the court and search for a foul, nothing you can say would be hurting my style
conviction no need for a trial, fuck the 40 oz. I sip from acid vials, hit'em up with a line they pressin redial, they'd have better luck drownin a crocadile
I aint come from no broken home
String attached to da crib we was holdin on