Wu-Tang got you on pins and needles
If you ain't right, you on pins and needles
Victory sends you mixed messages,
Warcloud sends you my beetles...
Royal kin-god, back for another pyramid...
"... When Ang Wu is able to smell... might jasmine..."
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Wu-Tang got you on pins and needles
If you ain't right, you on pins and needles
Victory sends you mixed messages,
Warcloud sends you my beetles...
Royal kin-god, back for another pyramid...
"... When Ang Wu is able to smell... might jasmine..."
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Weather the spacey craze,
Pretenders last race... painted war-face
The Gods have power over time and space
And and... spilling flamable-fluid stacks ablaze
"... Ang is sitting... in a yoga position..."
Wu
dude make an official thread where u put all of ur rhymes so theres no spam.
wuz good NZA?!!!
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Cornerstone rap critique, non diobolique...
Full throttle, buzz hornets... 2 faceded smash...
Repeat bash within a mosh-ditch... a, so to speak,
Pitch black bottle of Hypnotiq... the stash is bitchin'...
Namely... Andrew Namely, the dutchess wrist...
An anklet attatched across... and a wisdom path...
A mathematical aproach to being bossy...
I study lesson # 1 with a pin in my collar... classy.
Wraps are a bath of mentality... I take equality into the lab...
Who pass me a pass at me, I'm a catch-me-one...
It's angelic, the arrows and the cross-bows...
It blows from 6 sextillion tons... reflect the sun...
These short rhymes should mostly be posted under on thread, or in the wordplay thread, or free style.
You got a crazy masta killa like flow. But i don't know what u talkin about.
Many faceted, the finely cut jewel...
Connected, Intricate... a track-laced attitude...
Face the miraculous reflector... speech-pool...
The hidden pit... a lance in each, handed...
Crudely hacked cavern, my place of carving...
A dutchess pivots, the camouflage embedded...
For these knives carve pens... "I right you"...
Is written from picturing on them... for my system...
Shrine of belongings... continue wombs within...
Attractive... I repeat, magnetic egg...
Priceless body-rag, birth of the Puba...
Arm Leg Leg Arm Head... shape the formation...
Nza wrapped in rags... bag of magic...
Revolve resolutuion... science-traffic in class...
Needles, pens & darts... the threader is at it...
Pick up... you hot-fucks... it's passing you math...
Well written body language of the languid awaken
When I task for the forces... you endorse what you endorse...
And and... in addition... a head is taken... it's wars and unestablished remarks about wars... and it is certainly a victorious perspective of the Gods... angle & entanglement... hook or bars, my nasty... crook & flail...
Pick-up another high-strung... numb from just being stung... the hornets...
The honey and her buckets... wiz... ride for knowledge in a clinch... Haul Tail... I repeat... For God, go hard... without doubt and without fail...
no
Pick-up you easily... dump truck, a load of spools...
All wound up, fools... oh no, you's a no-no...
In & out schools, you meet a district supervisor...
Doing you, dun... it's pro bono... line 1...
Emphatically Now (Cipher)... Impossible, you can never defeat the Gods...
A psyclone wrap... act alike, snatched & put in pods...
The imfamous asian rope artist: Andrew Dominic, born: Ang Wu...
Got you switching theories... Bark, you mainly bitchin'g...
Thump from a chiropractic adjustment... pop a lock,
Additional justice mentality, snake powder... The rock fan...
Ashes & dust... for me, when you fall to my season...
And I expand... and it's guidelines & loop holes... don't stop...
NZA wrapped in rags... a bag of magic...
Resume the revolution... Science, traffic & stash...
With sickles, picks & shuvles... The Threader is at it...
It's the drop, you hot-fucks... it's doin'g you, math...
I ain't diggin your abstract stilo over here, shit's lame, I'm not hating but it just sounds like a bunch of senseless rambling, if you trying to drop knowledge, do it in a sense where people can understand your message, shit's corny, I ain't diggin these wannabee Warcloud flows!