silver back with the kangol cap swag of a cool cat...
acrobat flip the map if you try to discover where i'm lyrically at
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silver back with the kangol cap swag of a cool cat...
acrobat flip the map if you try to discover where i'm lyrically at
Spirit interacts with sick rhymes constructed intact
You ringtone cats stay wacker than your last track
bring hell until i find where satan at
breaking backs of government chemists baking cracks
getcha disgust out cha system, cuz i'm about to go in and make incision
with reckless decisions precision concluding in you losing/
i'm the man, yes i am, yup sir i am
your the bible, the fake version of the Quran
sun cycling moon light trifling famous outro to expo next to go is Texaco
retro villainous gallop off your pad and back to the ave/
... mcs faken jacks catch the axe it a fact, that, i gets deep like secrets released on wiki leaks peep it black
fry off the scale, your pigeon pale geek stricken speak your leaks on wiki
revised flows get cha magnetized like hard drives with no lives/
without a soul and no life, my bones grow chrome eyes/Quote:
Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
boastful of my living lie, my posts are rolled as thrown die...
why lie, tell them tales drinking wine, sippin ale gripping galesQuote:
Originally Posted by .5KutSkeleton
juke them nukes by how the pukes duke it out with no skills to prove/
with nothing proven our skills became useless,Quote:
Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
we must train the youth to carry on our faithful feuds...
brotherhood under fatherhood, from the unreal lead me to the real, from darkness lead me to light, the blocks i'm on NOI keep the lights on
i'm a copy-cat, i bite my owner
i'm a sloppy cat i swipe my boner
This fax machine pussy bitch is the copy cat,stop the crap
like constipation or just like that your heart'll race like nascar,an catch an attack
Feel i'm trapped while Bread is split,To be placed for drugs we abuse
makin power moves so Don't quit and never hate to lose
Blast the quick spit cha click out cha scene
mount cha green pound cha scheme in heads it's mean
conclave bond slave side ways swipe knock out them hypes
now they just write offs like my taxes coaxing like cable wires/
I am the QB, the point guard of the game, hitting three's from the top of the keyQuote:
Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
murdering flows and emcees on the M-I-C with no names/
that throwing sauagefest listening party wit no dames
better look like a breast cancer walk if im staying
we slam hard pull fraud cards see em scramble as we ramble borders
throwing micheal vick shots the eagle with a killing disorder
freddie vs jason the trophy elm street mansion tragic scenes... heiniken budwiser sober
the constant hating will only lead to quiet annihilation
after the invasion me and my invaders took a vacation
with yo mind and soul blood splatered grafiti on the wall Michael Angelo artistry leave you mauled
we got the answers for your questions knowledgeable lessons
If you don't know the math how can u count your blessings??
answering Q&A's isn't how i display flows condensed into replaysQuote:
Originally Posted by J.T.S.
but i can relay your questions to my publicist and she give the time of day/
cuz when i write bars i don't play on stations just for the bs
I'm old school like an Atari 800 i go hard everytime bytes are used/
bits of chipped scripts are computed,
confused for christians,
my crew chewed egos and bruised weak flows
with terminal blows that blew hovering souls into the abiss of encrypted flows and data Microsoft Apple Adam bit the first Chip
your quotes' sick, but nowhere is it posted that Apples were first bitQuote:
Originally Posted by jahnyjigler
fruit of ones' loins or the loom,
Adam's choice would at first appear to be one of fools
dwell deeper the reaper masturbates for the sinner wages are duly paid taxes r coffins
that makes corpse twitchin', there's no room for dancin', wardrums played at the burial of michael jackson, bells ring midnight hour, crack fiends tote smoke in bathroom showers
quell the silence with the lambs dying in earnest,
if you get half of what ESPN broadcasts then your already under mind control/
so cold when the kid rips minds for four quarters
of what's half of what cha could do/
my domain is pain the i.p is insaine
the web glitters and lures em in
worms n trojans do twice as half ñ laugh
Got a half stashed of some crsytalized grass
Fiend for the cash wether it's green or red like a rash
or black as death color blind erase u from earth heaven n hell saints n sinners u do the math
spit algebraic form, matrix coded squared movements by pawns, inception alters sub level of conscious, devil awaits revelations, God replay the genesis
sucker emcees cannot tell me nothing unless they biting from my tree like Bolshevik
I don't think it'll stick i'm rubber your glue, guess you sticking to anything and anybody/
Yes yes ya'll the sounds of trumpets is finall call forever upward spiritual development people to people community development the building of organization shows truth doing knowledge with the builders understand tools we start from the ground floor we dressed alike the unifcation of humanity
even the hottest get cold crushed don't fold up it's a hold up
leave the spot with millions before the glutton showed up
the crown on my wise dome is a cuffy i don't need a groupie
purify your heart come correct with your darts
don't care about cha gun shows, i taser laced darts to cause a spark
leaving your short more than on circuit when i work it/