When My Lyrics Rinse Ya Brain Ya Vision's Blessed With Stars/
Enter The Temple Your Fine But When You Leave Ya Scarrd/
My Good Bars Are Consistant, Yours Are Temperamental/
And Consistency Is A Neccesaty When Dodging Darts In The Temple.
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When My Lyrics Rinse Ya Brain Ya Vision's Blessed With Stars/
Enter The Temple Your Fine But When You Leave Ya Scarrd/
My Good Bars Are Consistant, Yours Are Temperamental/
And Consistency Is A Neccesaty When Dodging Darts In The Temple.
sorry too late let me try again.
a street dime with a major shine, the city is mine
keep it movin’ in fast forward while the rest rewind
you’ll never find another mind that’s like this kind
quick to drop them land mines that leaves your best behind
you best check the time, cuz yall don’t want none with Dae Ja
fuck the junk-pumps in my trunk and hun will quickly spray ya
the infamous spirit shaker, fuck that-the mold breaker
keep poppin’ that bullshit, and evoke the soul taker
my villainous ways will amaze ya, spittin’ liquid sword that’ll slay ya
slice your pride to pieces, my verbal thesis’ will degrade ya
shreddin’ your self-respect with the force of a verbal vortex
swing iron like the lore of Thor, cerebrally bashin’ your cortex
I’m so sick with the shit I spit it makes the amateurs puke
more Hazardous with my flow than Bo-Daisy and Luke Duke
;)
N/W: Seal
my vocabs jampacked youve been frail from the start
pull out an ox and watch ya'll bail from ya blocks
watch how u talk or get anthrax in ya mailbox
cuz yo son my life is real
i work in mad cyphers with the speed of a seal
("sea"l the machine not the animal)
NW:Protocol
Phone n call soldier stall..roast ya ballz..rep coast to fallz..Quote:
Originally Posted by Luther Large
Im known to all.. spittin sicc on WUcorp iz a protocol.!
NEXT WORD: ARMY
lame but here it is:
my brigade swarms parades
rastas with braids, ganstas with blades, rap stars with shades
set up blockades, traped no escape
invade from sewer grates, back yards and front gates
sappers with spades, AKs,
snipers, green berets with rocket propelled granades
no breaks on tanks ground shakes
fake cats at point blank say its mistake#(
POW taken away, mass graves
violate laws like USA campaigns in Middle Eastern states
check points and barricades, you can't harm me
that how I roll with ma motha fuckin army
PS: I ain't no fascist...just some frestyle
n/w pills
Professor Of Rhymes, Sage Of The Times/
My Lyrics And My Style Are Hip Hop Defined/
My Minds Jammed Wit Power, My Knowledge Is Brimming/
But I Make You Look Dumb Like We Was In The Beginning/
I Get Ya Head Spinning Wit The Rhymes That I Be Spitting/
Make Ya Mind Dizzee Like Ya Takin The Hit n'/
Make Ya Mind Spin Like Tha Blades On A Mill/
Make Ya Mind Buzz Like Ya Poppin A Pill.
Sorry
N/w: browser
i school rappers like they solid in college
not verbal vipa but the lyrics unleash the knowledge
i kill emcees by the hour, retreat to the showers
the supernatural power, knocks down "triplet towers"
hit the cypha and toss these emcees like bowser
im mario, yall search my raps wit extreme browsers
n/w logical
[chorum]:
Everyday... Everyday could be the last one... Hey yay!!
Everyday is "better" than the next day... At least that's what you say!
Hey yay! yay! yay! Everyday I'm swimming in the shit clay
Hey yay! yay! yay! Everyday thinkin' 'bout the death's fays
Hey yay!!! Lying by your legs, sayin' my begs, hearing the same nays
Hey yay! yay! yay! Everyday I'm waiting until you'll stay
Hey yay! yay! yay! Everyday is "better" than the next day
At least that's what I say...
[freeztyle]:
World's so small for us
We're eatin' ourself's dust
Travellin' in the same bus
Fuckin' as the same must
Hiding in the sky dusk
Sleepin' in the same hut
People like wild animals
In the cages like diagonals
In the hives like tattoo salons
With sticks like starp-on's
Livin' like diabolical radicals
Doin' what they want - logical, illogical...
N/w: liar
Atop the streets, the concrete speaks/
Inevitably seeking the speech of discrete/
sentences/ hence this is prophets unheard/
voices found in a battleground of lost word/
once merged into a being of evil/ the hate stirred/
the absurd occured and blurred what we desire/
the empire of man falls/ spiraling into fire
admired by fools/ sung by a choir of liars
Next word: deception
Watchin' the city breathin, dirty brown smog/
Suburbans not givin a fuck bout the streets they clog/
I pace quiet hood up, bob da head to da beat/
The faces pass by, still, silent and unique/
Their routine on the daily, that so-called life/
But despair's so thick you can cut it with a knife/
It's all about believing that money's all you need/
All work and no life, no thought, just speed/
More concern with contraception, not spiritual resurrection/
Forget love and ya fam - that's the greatest deception/
Word...
N/W Street magic
the greatest deception would be the aids infection
and the fact that prisons the only place that you can gain respect in
gun sparks like fireworks i know it seems tragic
but the resurection from the gutter is the street magic
n/w: curruption
People from the high skies tell lies into ya head like illusion
Buyin' out my ground plies, burnnin' out my tries in conclusion
Livin' like kings in the desert silence, leavin' us bile and diffusion
Shuttin' up our mouth filled up with smiles, just doin' their intrusion
Into our souls, brains, strainin' our pockets, leavin' just dimes in delusion
There isn't anything else just week struggle, in the burnin' distruction
Just eating the stale bread with muzzle, yep - it's the induction
Of never endin' fight, smite, dynamite against the total corruption
N/w: beatbox
I beatbox, but I also beat boxers/
The chances of beating me are like David Hasslehoff winning at the oscars/
You gotta face without a scar, what wars have you fought?/
Ran accross my tracks and got hit by my train of thought/
I create beats from my mouth, no need for a turn table/
And kill my own brothers, street name I'am Kane and Abel/
Like Gza I look for competition on every street block/
And murder every foe I'am the human beatbox/