casting spells
lyrically blasting shells
man down who's gasping help
punish your flow with lashing belts
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casting spells
lyrically blasting shells
man down who's gasping help
punish your flow with lashing belts
Beg for mercy theyve cursed me with this fist of death
with one fowl swoop extinguish your last breath
Jus' rhyming off the strength of that dope rhyme Pell Mell, peace
With one foul swoop,
my razor sharp claws take out your troops,
soldiers is running scared you aint got time to regroup,
Nas and Wu Tang built the foundation,
Now im gonna lay down the roots
burn the flames at both end, think u've won
I swoop in on the beat and scavenge cha loose change/
rip through darts you's a humming bird I'm a Crow
don't think I am go so quietly beat you down silently/
reliant on flavor when you can bake your own stew
I spit brew brewed with hopps you can't even begin to be hip to/
Slot cha mind, cartraige size
rick roll your flow, think you know you got no idea/
Son your territory i turfed it,
Your wack freestyle I merked it,
Your imitation style I birthed it,
Your future career I cursed it,
murdered for my vigins/they bathe me in olive oil, massage my hurting/
certain that when i birth em, the tribe carry what i had learnt them
good shit right there.Quote:
Originally Posted by food for thought
I'm nice with metal fist and ice picks ghetto shit plus high kicks, my lead blow quick so die bitch!!!
Yo call me an idealist for wanting the world to be a better place,
cuz people r still beefing over money and race,
lifes moving too fast its hard to keep pace,
boombastic hate suckers who's fake n all plastic while I'm wrapped up in truth without wrascally wrabbits like Elmer Fudd ripping triples I got doubles when troubles get brewing I'm Looney Tooning with Goofy buffons flows didn't cha know/
Set your faith than cancel when I detonate with ammo
compose forbidden rap scrolls as I meditate with candles
sever snakes and scandals, I live by the code
I spit fire loads that crisp microphones
lift entire thrones
Metal...that's fire!....i be the MosHigh but you can call me Sire...through the wire nggas perspire...sweating the technique that speak to souls like a choir....
I’m the supplier your the buyer
my gasoline saliva spit fire
dragon ball flyer melt emcee attire
you better than me liar liar pants on fire
better than my competitor
irregular but stellar
with spectacular venacular
that's anti-matter to chit chatter
when i unload
particles collide with your hide
quarks squirt out the side
as you implode
from abstract a la mode
on the highway to heaven
run you off the road
and make sure your story never gets told or sold...
my appreciation for home decor is that of a well dressed man
the taste of the good life is showcase with spirits and cigars
black consciousness done in the physical know the ledge
ideation design thinking business marketing society
my skill level of identifying the devil is impeccable
Bronx born Bronx raised Money Earning Mount Vernon Vet New York Rep
the lapel on my chest identifies my set
aiight...i'll return it to the one line sword swing
choppin' up Pussies then toss shots at Bada Bing....
kill all competitors and take the throne now im the king
push the button then all of a sudden you're de-throne by the joker's spring...
most faggots cant do a thing to take me out the ring
my flow is superb to the crackas livin in the suburb
and they hate it when I get animated and smear their cheek like that South Park turd
I can sneeze out a dart,and speak another language
while you struggle to spark up a thought/
My metaphors is cryptic like locked doors,
your trapped in this rhyme puzzle,
saliva dripping down your muzzle fiending for my rap shit,
lyrics beautiful like a virgin, they remain celibate,
rhymes untainted from commercial rap poison,
only the true heads can touch them and remain unscathed,
so raw and grizzly they look unshaved
i stay busy layin' in shade....give a look and nod and your throat is slit by ya chick wit a swithblade...bitch i'm Made.
yea ur made, made of recyclable material wit no serial tags of ur own,
ya heard the tracks i be on,
so its mos def ya lines dont hold weight in this zone....
my gravity has to be so intense
all kinds of minds revolve around my immense sequence of events.
nice...Quote:
Originally Posted by MosHigh
Indent tha Texture of ya Skin, Then Press my Suppressor to tha Center of ya Head, Remember ur tha student im tha Mentor, and that ur here for my Amusement like a Jester, and I'm King so King Me like Checkers
thx....nice line too.Quote:
Originally Posted by White N Dangerous
the intellect wrecker...perfector that slice dimensions into sectors
Prime Minister...Nice like Pete walking with a sceptor
lyrical upper cutter with enough pull to fuck your mother
matter of fact what's for supper? I season Mcs with clustered mustered
Illuminatin' essence, living lavish from the lessons, god a king to be more message accordance and feeling seven.
dappin' brethren high steppin'...blowing clouds proud reppin' my hood loud...vowed to sever heads of hethens who thru heavens gates crept in.
tiptoeing through projects to avoid the alarm
the bitch route no clout wolves out gun shots heard throughout
I'm all souled out
Came from far ,amidst the bullshit can't front nor quit.....
Stay high,Finger tips reekin of blunt clips
the beautiful asses of blackwomen got me on the dance floor doing World Tours
Magellan felony flee ya country after i make you commit the deadly sins of seven
i Run like a reverend D MC ready to make you walk this way
but don't try to talk this way...
Akward Aim is tha Result of Bad Posture mayne, Tonic Drank..Quote:
Originally Posted by MosHigh
for Astoundin' Strength, more Hazardous to ya then Toxic Waste
switch flows still sting foes with the S9 logo, rippers coming up to me
saying he spitting but ain't got shit between the brain he's coming lame as a subway sandwich all plain not enough meat cut to the grain/
aint no half steppin, bitch i blast weapons, at any of you cat reppin !
Tired of this negative aura that stalks, as I walk
In forces, Her head im forcin....Ask if she ingested or hawked.....
got shot in the head but they aint peeped that i ducked,
most of the lines dropped here sucked,