Shaolin Shadowboxing DOJO pt. III

ben spok3n and ronin spit lines to the awoken,
contortin faces of devils dwelling in their boredom,
we shine like flares used in firefights at war,
spotting the atrocities the media ignores,
the heat of the Sun powers our plight,
we take to wings like predators at flight,
and shower with jewels in your mind we will fight,
to uncover the brain this society has washed,
like clorox bleach our questions have been lost,
so stop playing opossum and use ya intelligence,
cuz what these media corporations say is irrelevent,
they're just using that fiddle to play with our thoughts,
as we follow the leader at any fucken cost!!!!!

weaponry darts expose the arts
cut e'm wit ideally sharp darts/
hit there mark caveman bite a GEICO line
wreck ship grip furtilize tits wit immaculate skin/
positioning power structure are u listening?
when i'm on the mic critiquing thoughts u bought of EBAY/
can't say it won't cost you a brain cell to rhyme wit me
lyrically i'm the President and u a Cabient member wanting more power/
watch you fall like Iffal tower my hords gather in silence
comannding in brillance imersed in military literature/
lyrically you don't get the picasso picture
leonardo DeVinci I spit fluently never whispering a sound/
got the darth vader temptation erasing these fakes
from exsistence like deleted magnetic cassette tapes/
'81 born knowledge collegic assoicated thought process
connected introspective and forgotten like THE LOCKNESS MONSTER/
Techwon is who i sponser weaponry so tragic
it's my own man in the mirror/
wishing he hadn't appeared gotten fear like Peter Parker
when Uncle Ben told e'm "With Great Power, Comes Great Responsibility"/
wishing is thinking without futility empthizing rhymes
you recognize deguised as INK in yo PEN/
get cha head straighten taken violently your mind
atmosphere is shaken like "Seven Strangers"/
i'm in danger cuz they puck me 2 be on "The Real World"
sike my mic is on the fritz like a teach wishing he didn't/
quick to "Dismiss" u like MTV's dating show "Dismissed"
now they're asking "Who's Next" on there show called "Next"/
I vexed when bitches don't take when talked too
so i speak in tongue they can only hear "there's bitch in yo ear"/
driven getting to the 5th gear hit cha one more time
without switching it like Will Smith & Brittney Spears/

riddle me this-a villanous chic-grippin plus fulfillin tha script
ripped-due to tha killin this fifth-split vision led to ego trips
leave cliques gypped like slow kids missin tha brain flow
ma spits is vicious yet thorough-hittin agencies n greater bureaus
debatin me is like facin blows from tyson straight to ya dome
may imitate yet you cant clone-sweatin my place on tha throne

Shifter, pass the blade ~ Bigben, pass me that bone
time to show these baby dudes why grown men take the throne
slap em off, matter 'fact, slap a kuffie in the process
this lyrical contest contains waves that leave u perm pressed
is that ya best? if so then i hope u brought a raincoat
cause my heads spinnin' and ima take it out on the next boat
all set sails, its a windy night in Miami
see the lights flashing by the Arena, too bad ur trashy
now go ahead punk and recite ur latest notes
theres was 3 of us but i subtracted 2, plus the host
keep going, keep going, ima just dump off the bodies
shoot the heads off with shotguns since i love killing parties
now now little Bobby, since ur done, here's ur review
BOOM! went the weapon ~ now stands Bobby in Belleview

peace

Yo, who needs tracks i got what ya'll need
Beats, ryhmes whatever it takes to succeed
But people don't wanna act right
I blow them outta they past life
I smash my opponents,crush them into smaller components
Then feed my energy off thier largest exponents.....

this peace burns like hotcakes/ crushed grapes in boxed creats/ thier is no getting out trapped sufficate these hip hop fakes/ back at it after 8 monthes the 100pr00f that proof roll mad phat like straight blunts/ so brace ur neck cuz im aready cracking fack cunts//
inject junk venomes style choose ur posion // snake bites evaperate life like abortion//
crush u insects with a spray from the man they call orken//

someone sticky the DOJO

peace

yea need to sticky a couple of things

peace

lyrically nuts as fitting 2 trucks in a booticall like blunts.
im fast slumming fucking eardrum/
kill you like a slow rocket/ leaving a lot a drugs and fuck you's/
my schoolz look like a boat/ thats like big as 12 monkeys mid east customs
bruise ya ankle with some sports slang/
now I gotta face your battleman/imma mess kick your ass with straight positive raps/
mouth to mouth pleasure like the pimps wanna enter/
the dojo sweat em/ teckniques wet em now let the elefants attack /
let my psyc put the teck back 'n givve crack for that bust more save sex in the 6-flags/
killzone Jan dressed black.

heaven sent bodies spent like my pockets full of lint,
a mothers imprint as her child is ripped sparked like flint,
applied pressure from those indentured in this government,
supplied with wonderment as stomachs keep grumbling,
as turtles and tortoises slow thoughts til stuck like rigamortis,
I hear the torment man woman and child are being ignored when,
this republic is blowing up countries in the morning exposions roaring,
bottom of the day or top of the morning the youth are storming,
pouring out the cerebral thoughts with glocks and time clocks its warring,
drilled the youths brains like coring while implanting impulsive snoring,
awake yet asleep this life is boredom so grab a gun and get going...

the calvery is set to march forth armed wit shealds and swords/ armerd from head to toe as the first compeny flow on horse//....clashing armies arows fly high as i pull my sword from this corps// no guns in this battle every thing here is physical// mud stuck to the bottem of our 10 pound shoes the battlefeild was misserable// nonlivable level out most of the enemy is crittical//genarels killd as nights roam free from fight/////the war is over 100,000 dead on the hill top fuck life// the cage is closed as u were handed a shied and a knife// ur duty is to carry on the mission and show these men the light//

Quick Lines Shadowbox Myne Rattle Off Like Gattling Guns Just For Fun My Marshal Art Is Rapping But Not The Mathers Style Id Rather Die Than Smile At A Direct Disrespect Like You Weaklings Do To Save Your Breath I'd Ace The Test In Any Battle And Flip It Against The Giver I Wont Recieve The Negativity You Deliver For The Sake Of Being Chipper Instead The Chip On My Shoulder Gets Bigger And As I Get Older The More Deadly My Ryme Is Getting

Colder artic snow blower I shower ya earth with meteor boulders cover the earth in mad explosions corrosion the Lava is flowing from the Mantel I've opened erosion and flash floods I'm covering families in buckets of blood I rinse my cup and fill it up stomp on mutha fuckas that tip my cup on point my reflexes hit in 1 10th of a second grappling the wenches shoving'em face down ass up now its time to face mound pound pound on the solid ground bitches scream and yelp my stamina makes 'em melt pelted with hail rain snow and sleet I wake mutha fuckas up and put them to sleep like an arachnid I creep up walls in the darkness while you fuckas just tweek!!!!

dig ditches and plug bitches with bullets so gifted
stay strong with heavy arms and I blast and leave niggas demented
how can you step to a nigga with knowledge so real it's,
hard to describe whether i'm flesh or a spector, prick so listen
do this shit for comedy, not for you geek critics
remember the kid 16, sparkin niggas whenever, leavin many victims
so nice, so what's the price, kill niggas a puit em on chill, so fresh like liquid ice
it's liquid, it's ice, it's the forgotten sun spitttin lyrics ever so nice
when the heat surface i'm come through bustin, ya crew runnin like jerry rice
tryin to retire but you keep forgettin that you like the fight
didn't u used to be a warrior in the game, sold ya sould for fame?
now u wanna turn pop cause the ya home block forgot ya name?
stand on the stoop and be pissed while I fuck and dissmiss ya dame
the same game told is to be sold to whomever has a style so old
k16 is god with the mic, text and when he shit he still nice
the kid with endless banners and collabs is back to blaze this text bullshit
i treat it as exersize, so call me a geek for the way that i type with my figertips
get a life outside the I-net, let's see if you clowns can really rip hard shit
you not a vet, just quick to forget, style like mine is untouchable like Ghandi in his prime


what up corp

hope ya'll ain't forgot bout me

freestyle "text" shit is easy

one

what up kell i remember ya...u got some nice rhymes is what i remember ....