I've laid low for too long, beta start to pray I'm too strong, back around the way where I belong, todays the day flame on. . .
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I've laid low for too long, beta start to pray I'm too strong, back around the way where I belong, todays the day flame on. . .
Running through your territory, waving golden weaponry /
Praying to god mentally, physically making you history /
Your words they can't do shit to me, so step to the side /
Represent track diesel raise my L to the sky /
Sick of bitch niggas staying away from they're sons like vampires
Sick of wasteman rappers sucking more than brand new dysons
my view be perpendicular to any angle you stand across
put a pause in your flow, watch me cut cha cord
umbilical leave it aborted like miracles/
What???Quote:
Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
my lyrical form visual more than 1080p pixel
perfectly place polygons
position between a light horizon in between two hexagons
rotating from the tongue like orbiting bodies around the sun
consumption galaxies, detect the fallacies, actually im planetary like galactus, 3rd bass hit you with the cactus, like bruce imma hit you with backflips
push the motion of the ocean like slave ships
slaves were dipped sharks chase voyage’s trip
carcasses ripped branded slaves were whipped
rebel Nat Turner mental just flipped
earth creatures, evolve, format ,and change features,develop and divide under sociology....an independent thought has been distorted, sliced down and slayed down in the fortress.
Forever more since, they invaded our homes, took our lives, tore worn skin from bones,
with cosmopolitan overtones, they tried to grow and take over worlds
i stomp into the homeless kitchen with a suit on, christians in the corner with they shirt torn, im bitchin cuz they soup is luke warm
I killed emcees with a flow of a swarm, snatch microphones spit from the dome verbal forum, stack mountain lions to form Voltron, wrong movements on the chessboard, the rook assassinate the pawn
fake you similar to maneuvers your computer couldn't institute
you'll be a hoax like “balloon boy” it was all a ploy/
Walk down the street and watch the bullets fly by,
When i torture you youll be wishin to die
Dry Cries Wondering Why You Diddn't Comply After I Snap, Leaving Your Back Cracked
I Defy Any Guy To Pass By This Venus Fly, Trap Timing Exact, Seized & Never Left Intact...
invade cha space waste case chasing lust dusting busted off the thruster
rushing minds I'm clutching like a Spock/
Leave you froze like a pose, by the words I chose to impose
arose with uncontrolled deadly flows, no soul defeating my enemy with unlimited throws.
game's a bore, blast this boring shit with the hammer of thor, throw it under the rug like a chore i couldnt ignore
twisted tequila I pour
dizzy pissy while two stepping the floor
money adore none simping make it rain on a whore
one of my lines will keep you in silence and make you standby my side
black power in the flesh stand tall be proud you aligned with your kin
the builders are building who has the knowledge the builders
Quote:
Originally Posted by SG
Mirage of tha Real, like there is no God or Allah for tha Killed, n killers
Steal tha Realtors Zeal and Shield tha Shielders
One of my first attempts here we go:
"Dope like an Arabic scholar, smoke buddah bless, stress put my mind to the test, wack rappers fall back ima put your rhymes to rest,imitating Gravediggaz, your dream came true your gonna end up in a chest, a big fucking coffin, your mouth filled with soil, leave you spluttering and coughing"
Muttering ya Talking, "you'z a clown" tha way you be "Juggling ya Profit"Quote:
Originally Posted by Undiluted Karma
but you ain't doing it right, yeah u got tha ball but u keeo Fumbling n Droppin
not directed towards you was just going off of splutterin' and coughing
dopeQuote:
Originally Posted by White N Dangerous
-"My relentless attack, son I aint stopping, You aint gonna see me heaven, Ima see you in hell,where the temperatures rising and the Demons dwell, its something like Amityville, where caps get peeled and blood get spilled, I aint never gonna yield so fucker step out from behind your shield so we can get along and build"
Amityville part influenced from a JMT song where Vinnie Paz says someting like "Im like a Demon outta Amityville"
peace
i've Seen it All N Still, when it comes to me all they Saw was SkillQuote:
Originally Posted by Undiluted Karma
only tyme they saw u with skill was when u had in ya arm a SkillSaw 4 real...
again not directed to u
im the illest in the field, my words profound forcin the yield
present your sword and shield, clear the battlefield for the winter winds
doing handstands in desert sands and tornado spins
Quote:
Originally Posted by Bronze Feet
like how u finished it shit was dope
Sword Play For Your Horseplay, as my Morning star Mace
Shorten'z tha Length of anything and thats tha Story i Make
you playin for high stakes, crush lyrics over beat breaks
speed laws regulate, i fly past to dismantle your fate
lurking in shadows disturbing the battles scurry or be trampled never worry the vandal!
I carefully hone my lyrics on a grindstone,
so sharp slip your jugular go right through your collarbone
I'll your murder your entire rap career in a single verse,
Leave your family so traumatized they gon' have to be reimbursed.
Leave you cursed, submursed in a hurse. For fuckin wit the worst where blood spurts and words hurt. Bustin through the game like hulk shirts. Pack up ya skirt and advert from where these demons lerk. The by product of satans birth outside the church where the first pope worked high off perks I blurt to these jerks immerssed...
my Lyrical Hunger, is a Irritiable Fucker, branded these mc'z like Serial Numbers
in the mist of your blunder i plunder i go deeper then slumber my souls a cool cucumber when i pop the 4 pound like thunder
dwelling down yonder, under spells observing old lady dance like tryptamine trance/
unable to surpass my class/ level proficient when i shine and i glisten, moldin my prism
holding your rhyme flow hostage like a ghetto prison
only the few chosen selecting special victims
you dancing with the devil to a techno rhythm
the great schizm, prophet bring forth catechism
indoctrination of my wisdom, kingdom of your damnation
psychopath driven
my rifles blast you hidden
they be like no you didn't
exposing the forbidden
good reddens