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Good god damn/
runnin ur mouth bout my fam/
n ull cath a quick bitch smack/
i dont take kindly to shit like that/
i may be blinder than a bat/
but all ur hate i still be seein/
its aight, i got mo shine than the sun beamin/
cuz i got mo blow than a columbian/
nw:methanphetamine(or jus meth, if ur lazy)
I'm bummin' in the bum uniform, tims scuffed, n clothes torn..
Looking like a rock rebel that purchased tickets to see corn..
Evil like the children of the corn-field, born real..
My team ain't Cypress hill, but all my members B-real..
Sen- dogs with blue steel to give ya dj a holy mug..
Assasin of ya soul, flows rugged like project rugs..
Like tapped phones i'm bugged, exhaling flies in my breath..
street chemist chef, products cause effects like meth..
next word: linolieum
glorious n victorious rime memorium half ass mc's im holdin em hostage my objective is 2 destroy fakeness lives i take wit no pity or remosre tha source of evil feel tha force till u feeble scorh wit torches or inject wit needles be tha most reagal n still slain on tha podium blood stains n limp bodys on linolieum......
next word: decapatation
ppl call me a nut case n/
all they know is my name and face n/
for that kind ive got no patience/
we have a disgraceful nation/
its these reasons i stay solo like masterbation/
a lot of ppl be hatin/
n a few say imma rap manifestation/ (not!)
i will lyrically cause decaptition/
next word is ....bleach
my rime speech potent enuff 2 impeach tha whole government to each his own i keep tha chrome leave u smotherin ...my bittersweetness flow beast my foes n they luvin it suckin dick faggot rappers get cum covered quick but they like yo its cool cuz i luv 2 "spit"! fuckin pricks class is in session its time 2 teach ya....tha grimey reaper smokin massive L's guzzlin bleach in bleachers (kinda ened it wit tha word?)
next word...profanity
no 1 ok ill go...
2 many niggas victims of vanity / insanity ridden rimes hidden mines im plantin b// tha industry mechanically controlled// mathmatically subtractin tha real mc's just 2 go gold// guess thats wut mainstream wants they smile happily// but it makes me wanna smack em in they grill n curse profanity...
next word: apparatus
How can it be? They not understandin' me
Causin' calamity when I take out my aggression on you and ya family.
Ya flow is fluffy like a cumulus, my patterns are a stratus
Some of the maddest lines spit from my rhyming apparatus.
next word: multimedia
too many boys doin tha same thing/
goin around there more concerned with bling/
rather than rhyming/
no ones tryin/
me if was in there position i would try and go off the meter/
get all the thoughts & ideas out of my head and feed ya/
with my extravagent multimedia/
next word: ethnic
mad swords im swingin hectic/ u get wrecked quick/
many flash and grimey cats jack necklace/
no knowledge of tha game par then respect this/eatin any duke tha main ingredient 2 my breakfast/latin pride wit zulu heart so my lines intertwine wit ethnics//...
next word: manipulate..
20 thousand leagues of world best and brightest mcs is no match for me
i bring forth calamity, dine on thy rhymes like ribs in applebees
rapidly rip flesh from bone ever so casually
i can simulate forces of nature, let me demonstrate
create a hurricane that with my brain i can manipulate
n/w: nintendo
multiple styles switch from open palm 2 ken-po//refreshin tha "breath" i spit like "mentos" tha end-close// niggas mad frail but they skull hella dense tho// equipped wit a "killer instinct" like nintendo//
killer instinct came wit tha super nintendo when u bought it lol
next word:Leviathan
Archives contain deadly arts, throw em like knives..
Lives end as knecks break by the river-bin..
Never giving in, go against 100 men..
All pilgrims, black monk miraciously killed em..
Chilled in the cave, home of the brave-hearts..
Freestyles create sparks that illuminate..
Moon walking ace, card in my hands a spade..
Dark shade soldier throwin' grenades..
Boning ya babe, from the back loud slaps i make..
Break ya allignment, then find the time to confine cons in confinement..
Minds sent into space orbit, travel wit hymms..
Call me leviathan when i'm firing..
Next word: festival
I don't ever let it show when it's time to let it go
I'm gettin' better though, like one of the best to flow
I'm incontestable when I'm givin' you these mental vegetables
Food for thought, but the rhymes are indigestible
Just to let ya know you might see me on the mic at ya festival
next word: kleenex
watch out son dont think im all fun/
when the bad intentions come 2 my head u best run/
but i dont have to/
grab and smack u/
to turn ur face blue/
i can cuss & taunt u/
spit tha kind of lyrics dat will haunt u/
ur gonna be joke infront of ur boys in this lyrical flex/
things are gonna get emotional, go grab ur kleenex/
next word: mafioso
my clothes is always covered in blood speckle/
u know the pigs finally got me when u hear the shots echo/
ive got more sides than a mr. hyde n doc jeckyl/
in the rap game i got a bronze medal/
even tho i said im gonna go fo gold/
i dont carry or own a fo fo/
but ill put into a chokehold/
fuck mos def i be the mos dope/
sayin i go kookoo for co co/
and just in case u dont know/
i run ma shit jus like a mafioso/
nw: special ed.
I wasn't ready to type this shit, but now I'm goin' for the kill
Like the Lions up by two touchdowns and they drivin' down the field
Madden '07 you know the deal, but back to the topic of this thread
No time to rest yo head, just check the flow instead
I kill most cats in a battle, but some are left for dead
droolin' all over my style, like they in special ed
nw: laptop
im internationaly known/
not for rockin a microphone/
but for sellin rock out tha home/
u know that guy/
bustin pheends in head wit hot crack pipes/
for sayin i didnt weigh they sack right/
its just another day at the crack spot/
makin deals on ma laptop/
nw: honor
I stay sick like the terminal/
and I travel underground like the vermin do/
whether you felt the heat or not I'm still hurtin you/
so sit on the bench like a juror, fool/
I'm here to save the future like John Connor/
I spit fire and drop more targets than a bomber/
steady pleading no contest to your honor
nw: luminescent
I'm pressing up on the governing ones & their investments,
leave their children hooked on my drugs in deep depression,
all the pain from power came out senate conventions
taxes and televised lies keep us compressed in,
the system and adminstration is in Question,
give a fuck about the future is the lesson,
blatant strategic lies glow like luminscent...
N/W HI-DEFINITION
Investigate on your own time and know what real is/
The government controls the media and feeds us all bullsh!t/
Just think for a minute about who controls most of the business/
Republicans who own news outlets and refuse to listen/
I guess I'm left feeding those with the news malnutrition/
Step away from the tube your addicted to too much HI-DEFINITION
nw: indictment
Dope Angry ^^^
Blood hangin from my canine, murderers kill wit guns & knives but i slay~mine
In day~time// wit~scissors while on a drug trip, so i get~shivers up the spine, when the hemoglobin spills from their neck// And then they re-enact the internet on a stormy day wit their body and soul & disconnect// Law enforcment arrived, cuffed & shackled me up, killin the excitment// Left me in a jail~cell wit me yellin hell~bail, betta be an oppurtunity cuz im not stayin in hell for sum niggas indictment//
next word?
my bad
next word: cipher
u niggaz aint the news you the hiphop tabloids
actin' up like my agnoids, i snore thru your hardcore factoids
its a wrap boys when you rap boys
try and like us b-boys dont know how ta grow a stack boy
i crack mo shells then damn joes crab shack oi
slam wit punk rockers from saskatoon to saint croix
bet u never heard nothing like it
shittin' so much i bring adult diapers to the cipher
n/w: hour
Thanx bigben for respect/
now whose next to elect/
damn sure ain't republican/
and hopefully not flipfloppin Rodham/
I may be an impoverished caucasian/
but the best that we get is Obama/
pull us out right now f#ck the drama/
just peep McCain siding with retards/
lock him down in Iraq and make him relive what he saw/
another quagmire and see-saw/
and our government still hasn't recalled?/
shit ain't sweet WAR is sour/
f#ck BUSH that lying coward/
help our soldiers in need right this hour....
nw: megalomaniac
i get my powers from the rap gods
they bless my 16 bars
i owe my talent to dirty bastard, shady and ra
for what they put me on
the whole art form
if da mic wasnt in my hand it prolly be a gun
ill prolly be the one
in your bank vaults
unlock deposit box
cleanin' yo ass out
i chose the spoken word
over flippin' birds
at the risk of being lable another hiphop nerd
ay man im cool wit that
yo lemme hear your rap
bitch you a mike jones clone
gone some where wit dat
fucking sycophant
dont make me blow a amp
remind you who da champ
air out your whole camp
off idle chit chat
small words carry twice they weight like worker ants
your no jesus you jus a megalomaniac
n/w: ambition
You just dropped a dope verse, I mean for a juvenile
You ain't ain't goin' nowhere with that unproven style
Time to move it now, give ya flow some structure
Ya words ain't got no support, ya rhymes might rupture
Not tryin' to bust ya, just tellin' you how I look at it
When I read ya lines, I can't to follow that crooked shit
If you ain't cookin' kid, get tha fuck out the damn kitchen
Don't come back in unless you come back with ambition
next word: monitor
u say u got ur girl on a chain fufil her every desire/
give her threads & set her pussy on fire/
idiot boy dont know ur girl/
think ur da only 1 gettin a twirl/
she's takin turns on other boys/
like a kid wid do wid her toys/
u aint da only dat gets 2 tap dat ass/
everybody get a chance to ride ur womens monkey/
heard she blows like shes playin brass/
always on the go man ur girls a junkie/
ur on msn, she sez she's thinkin of ya/
thing iz ur boys wid her while u look threw da monitor/
next word: platinum
If, "Am I dope?" is the question, then the answer is "yes"
My flow spreads through these threads like a cancer in breast
It's like a dance with death when I be droppin' these verses
I say it out loud when I type and hope that it's perfect
Each word has a purpose, and every rhyme has a mission
Every time I post one, I try to make it consisent
They keep insistin' it's too skinny and I should fatten 'em
But I say what I feel, cause I ain't tryin' to go platinum
nw: performance
i strictly offend cowards
their nose wrinkles when i step out the shower
cuz i still be the shit
and i still eat a clip
of hollow points for breakfast
cuz im fiendin to spit fire in the cypher i'm reckless
when you see me injectin
you better clear the room
cuz i'm chasin my mushrooms with oranges
darts bustin baloons with my performances
n/w combustible
most hated till im belated, i got haters watching and waiting
taking surveillance, making plans to get me faded
but it aint gone happen, send your best killers
snipers, assassins, sleeper cell terrorist fractions
i get at'em most savage, crack'em wit aluminum bats
no need in using a gat, im more personal
hurt you with poison laced bayonets
avoid arrest, walk the streets wit a hidden arsenal
i chemically react exothermically wit oxygen
making me combustible
n/w: shadow box
I replied to the past thread, but Murkoutz finished before I typed my last text
I wanna cash my income tax check, but I haven't left the pad yet
Not sure how much time I have left, but now I know I don't have a lot
It's after 1:00, I gotta go, I'll be back later to shadow box
nw: metronome
my weapons known for reckin domes get ya whole sector blown niggas simply steppin sotnes tha mic bone collector homes rip ya spine out right in time wit tha metronome
nw:apocalypse
I'm not usually spiritual when I'm spittin' these lyricals
But I do believe that man is really God in the physical
I don't wanna make it biblical, I just wanna knowledge this
The Book of Revelations, Chapter 6, you should follow it
Pestilence, War, Famine, Death the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse
nw: Corporation
hip hop started in the streets, dj's provided the beats,
the power of speech created a 4th element,
devlopment lead to lots of cash, it changed from mcin to rap
lots of money but whos got the last laugh,
on behalf of the originals they couldnt resist the temptation,
but it lead to a lack of innovation,
but sales are down theres a realization
is this the end of hiphop ruled by a Corporation?
next word : grime
These days it's like everybody tryin' to say they hip hop
But take the money off the table, then they all flip flop
Until the shit stops with payola and brainwashed listeners
The true hip hop fans like us will always be the victims
As long as they keep mixin' with R&B and label it rappin'
And whatever happened with mc's with just a beat and a rhyme?
I'm talkin' old school back when they brought heat and the grime
nw: originality
That's just because of the money it brings/ and these dunce capped kids runnin the streets/ they don't hear the words they just feeling the beat/ but I stay on my grind and bout the CREAM/ love the Wu and all their originality
nw: hereditary