pack a box full strikes, watch them lines you might be regreting the feature later in life
i'm back in flames making names in my books look like ashes after classes are done with/
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pack a box full strikes, watch them lines you might be regreting the feature later in life
i'm back in flames making names in my books look like ashes after classes are done with/
Call me the Phoenix i rose and came balling like the Sun's
Certified hookers became nun's polar bear hug the streets I run
merciless verses the ace is lacing curtains on competition my guess is
I define finesse when tying together rhyme and lessons,Quote:
Originally Posted by jahnyjigler
I rise while you settin',
a shinin' diamond, no question.
still dropping jewels with relentless aggression breaking bread with kids I mess with
when i step in the booth its like confession when I speak of my testaments
poe jensen mind rinsing know i'm fencing, know how the drones flow over those who didn't see the stone walled goat faces made out masons pastors after faster blade mascarade/
data tracked and arrayed,
pivotal factions contracted to massacre the state
my mask is a red face,
build with fractions to till national estates
torch 1st national safes, we bag the capitol, skate
off in the van, ya take the stand my mans'll gavel ya face
wated cases mased vendettas leave you seperated like beretta
dead edits print up new copies give to the revolutionaries
know how the lead gets buried with more mines than minds can mind/
gimme the light, this physician is ignitedQuote:
Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
snipe distances as a riflemen,
never perspirin' when spittin wires in the lion's den
Firing pin strikes the 762 shell explosion propelled a signal metal slug hit & melts the flesh as the shrapnel shreds internal bleeding begins, point of entry about the size of a fountain pen opened up on the other end, take cover my friend
box cutters'll bend, break blades off in mother hens, let them eggs drop pierced by my gutter pen, scribe colder than summers end
trains in the ends of the earths plains open lanes
bowling more than 9 frames taking out minds of mens
doucing flames dropping flows like vats of urine/
spin ya cap like a turbine, max wif vermon, spittin blasphemous blackened sermons, its a (w)rap, mufucka, slam the curtain
shut down llamas armed karmas be precussion we ain't stressing strutting stuffing turkey dinners prime steak material winners some of all turnt to sinners, 5 percent got in us and some of us turnt to winners/
instead of bein openly censured we're paired with roach clippers,
broken triggers posted in lairs with slow sprinters
sinista flows enters like cold winters vengeance, ill street contenders represent aggression with dirty weapons so i keep my hands clean and avoid a prison sentence, give my baby girl my full attention so she don't follow my footsteps & end up in detention but hurt one hair on her precious lil head & i'll kill you dead no fucking questions
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stayin stuck in transgression, no second guessin,Quote:
Originally Posted by $inista
while we stuffin investments in bags with penchants
catch a glipse of my mask from the flash suppresant
trigger more cogs than a wheels got spokes to toke out taken blade broken street raging fighting flamers 88 next to kin my city of god was the children of corns on the cob
you ain't sheeshing when i'm shushing busting flows when heads get moshed pitted with no gibbions to any misgivings/
split atoms as habit just to get your attention and grab it
slide in ya mind like magic and turn ya fate to tragic...
splice minds in a river of time, tides waver when ever a drunk taste is how the dead savor never needed a cape until i was hanging gliding with heads that shift into voltron/
Snatch up a broad in broad daylight on Broadway's only one way right ? Then listen to Gladys Knight cuz I'm glad it's night.
Damn Right....
Like Gizmo My Soul Has Shunned The Light Thats Bright
While You Soft Moths Bathe In The Candle Light & Ignite
cold froze shutter isles mind wild out dial it down 40 notches leave most heads extreme trying to XYZ'd symphony my urgent synthesis before i am stand next to godzilla and genesis/
in the beginning i was sinning ask Charlie how i was winning
still grinning 7th inning about stretch another ep and keep the circle spinning...
whole grains and fruits feed hungry minds
but my enzymes take longer to digest over time...
^
these intestines connect to the freshest lines
droppin shit that's corrosive as depths of lime
dome throwers leave you swimming too deep, thinking i'm too sick infectious i creep beyond the ways you think you can bleed in between the lines and coonery be buffoons looking like sketches straight outta another cartoon/
Quote:
Originally Posted by ArcherPriest
more funk then a skunk you can taste the sulfur
the chunks i dump takes more space then you prefer
bust more clocks than flavor flav, think you telling time
when you trying to spell in ya rhymes
can't even rock a flow with a viking hat on, setting niggaz back more years than columbus discovering america, its a fucking hysteria/
I Hear Ya....Loud & Clear Words Cut Air
In The Wake Of My Shadow The Flesh Of Men Sear....
spears blackout ya atmosphere when I premier blood smears, a bandileer to commandeer frantic fear & anguish here my language snatch your ear panic & tears while my tribe racketeers
abusive with the pugilist fist i get it poppin'
out the box i knock em when their block i drop in
dropping blows speech flows to reach each foe ear lobe with threats to keep the heat close you sure to to flee scopes with empty hope ya lungs implode flesh riddled & left wit holes to the point where you can see bone
^^
crush bones into dust when i spontaneously combust
the flow never rust in the god you can trust...
entrust in these slugs i bust rush ya function with such rambunctious fuss rough metropolis lust for violence & love, you get snuffed out coughing up blood calling my bluff
scuff timbs dropped gems kangol brim that be him
Bone-Thugs harmonize the hymn if you crossroads with this Grimm
dim your lights slow love fist fights tho truth be told heat we hold for these streets so cold lethal woes will have you laid out in a fetal pose, fucking with who he don't know i get money every time like a ceelo roll
^our grindz on the d-low, yo, push that shit like ya fecal hole
thousands of people sold, reap what'cha sow, bro, ya peace unfold
unload heavy heavenly bestowed weaponry to dead ya energy cemetery bound when I let off rounds world renowned sound where deadly melodies are found eating away @ ya crown