Crack skulls until it's content leaks outwards,
while reptilian beings dig deep and build shelters
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Crack skulls until it's content leaks outwards,
while reptilian beings dig deep and build shelters
im back to the homestead, hunting for the whole heads
medication from my old meds, quick diversions, makin up the rose beds
my nose red, rudimentry like eric dolphy, jazz time philosophy
roll phillies ergonomically so i meditate properly fumbling over modern day Prophecy
these guys are obsolete i got a direct line like geometry to the god in me
blocking options knocking mockasons hit cha them special beam cannons like Piccallo did Radetz, but cha ain't the baddest when there's still blood on the dance floor, tell e'm clean up on eisle four while all y'all still looking at the floor i'm ripping minds raw like an alien probe with more nodes than the borgs do when they assimilate cha and say "resistance is futile"/
come off the top premediate reintergrate introduce promindence
omnipressence end it all with evidence that ain't educating them hoodfellas wit/
underground dweller spits still irrelevant cash takes precedence along with criminal negligence so I'm over heads like fitted caps spitting lifted raps that blast like astrological jabs, you see stars
im spitting meticulous bars by conquering the art so call me the rap Napoleon Bonaparte
own a dart price righter than dwight gooden at a coke spot dominate mind mixes switch blade grenade open air raid tone touch olive branch clutch cobra venom intercept and inveniously subtling ruin you/
brewing overdue revenue when i debut ill immune visuals killing tunes my realist goons under moon resume to consume doom from womb to putting you buffoons in concrete tombs & let the flowers bloom
dude this ain't no cartoon i know a platoon of bamboons
that'll rip your face off and your identity they'll assume....
you been inhaling some fumes my dude i rain rude wit shells like typhoons
we can settle this at high noon like the wa wa west stepping out of saloons
hopping out of coccoons regenerated awaiting satan
d'evils i've been thru couldn't kill me so stop ya hatin'
extermination permeated terminated on arrival my determination is survival
walk away alive while an ambulance crew try to revive you with an untold number of rounds inside you
i ride thru appear hospitable until i spit few at you and your baby boo
at the hospital i'll be watching House tryin' to figure out what to do...
what to do upper cut loose wit hands let them go like tyson tho dicing foes
knuckle blows to domes hitting hard like chrome on black tops & over microphones
Focused freshed up death to those disrespecting those eyes tricking those rabbits habbitual ritual texturized eyes know how i grind gimme more mavericks you know how i cut around corner stores making you another bore, like another bodega i just ciphered at, chopped it up at/
yo my bodega sold dreams paralyzed streets & cold screams, running shadows of kids who hold heat, getting thrown on the wall by the police, block cornerstone memories
envies enemies dentistry emcees until they ain't mouthing nothing slicker than a rick the ruler chant expose the fake, fraudulent to any of those clones get dethrone after i take my throne like the twenty-second phantom, you ain't killing this legacy or destiny, just another path for those to greed, hate & envy/
jealousy breeds heavy weaponry for crabs & thieves actually street animosity, death a step away addressed properly from the gut, saved me more then once sometimes played the chump but I'm still breathing what, fight a losing battle only if you have to, did that too, come back @ you it's all sun tzu
run too ya crew most are clones that can't shit out a poo they ain't even developed yet to take back the streets that ain't even on the levels of the competitent trying to compete i run tracks with more sprints and relays than a jamacan bobsled team/
only kick it with a chosen few thorough all the way through Laurel & Gorden 10304 ish
the kid flourish you can keep the streets i'm after bigger scenes, bigger dreams, big city schemes, after the keys to my city yo nah wut i mean it's all about living life & getting that cream
once upon a dream, schemes got scammed, scanned presto another plan was drawn
arthitecture procreate document what i mix on tapes tracked up to the tax bracket
know we swinging full metal jackets unloading clips making more shins broke than chains link fences get climbed, and scaled/
writers impaled and held penned by grimy whales,Quote:
Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
slimy trails and the scent of firing shells in the wind
gun powder i spit like phlegm tell a friend
kung pow style wow when i descend on top of ya brim...
untuck the slim cool cold crushing bruiser leave most in the romper room
thinking they ain't iller than SARS thinking they got bars when there just tooth brushing up they're scars/
it's so bizzare how i like a Russian czars
push pawns to their limit until they crushin' avatars
above par hard contact with bars to survive battle scars moving like rapid cars
before collusion embarking on carving streets walking my dogs barking heat
we clean sweep my team is so hard to beat
series of miseries we bring to your feet if you step up to compete
no competition stepping on my concrete combative jargon of harden hearts cause ya retreat reek of defeat full on contact elite physique I speak velocity when i creep on beats I mistreat emcees & vocabularies
we leave em stabbed n burried, Bag Birds like the trash at larry'sQuote:
Originally Posted by $inista
while heavy-ass sacks is carried on backs over pasture praries
our adversaries vary from the uncivil to the evil the ancients knew
we guard our temple not letting simple minds influence how we do
go beyond the grain retake thy name break thy chains gimme Shakespearean raps in quotes most voted won't be a sundered when eclipses shutter a stutter most try and utter get bone crushed tone touched mowed down untilQuote:
Originally Posted by MosHigh
you resemble dust-mites in genetic replication by the reciprocal of your denigration
sit down lets have a conversation about population annihilation
vaccination contaminations resource complications and ancient alien invasions
the human planet is a space ball plantation surround by 3/4 liquidation
genetic hybrid cloning for slave labor, the curiosity has landed on our celestial neighbor
but NASA will never give us truthful infomation about our makers
^^
you know, the real movers and shakers straight Takers
make ya put ya hands to the sky and cry for the MosHigh
most will die in vain crying pain trying to ride in lanes you wasn't built for shits raw like whores who slip draws for chips, poor, but still her skin crawls every time a dick in her jaw
award the tour my peoples distinctive travels across gravels are never casual
we don't battle for cattle heifers love to serve us our pull is automatic yours is manual...
learnt the streets with out the manual whipping streets we drive in manual shifting lateral
pack automatics for collateral came up as a savage now i'm an animal intangible highly flammable
unintainable law proclaimate operate bylaws hold whores courtious adminning new beginnings before they become lotto winnings now we off the snipe those outta context like funkmaster flex/
weapon x vex complex perplex vocals vortex scorch necks wake up in bed next to a horse head, depths deeper then yo codex kno my time like a Rolex man i'm so fucken golden holden scolden heat for these cats that be easily folden, like sheets over bodies on these streets kamakazi when i eat talkin godly but i'm a beast when i rock the M I C
until i D.I.E i be that niggy from the G waiting impatiently ready squeeze my expertise
all over your cyclops fuck ya mind thru ya name draw a line venomous rhymes don't stop just circles it's tail Ouroboros design i crop and get all in yeah head like braile....