Shaolin Shadowboxing DOJO pt. III

I pack like han solo on tour Im bald too
jump on stones like the mad do
with a messy additude
I jetski on the pen its too horror 2 handle
hear the times he spread a slapstick
practice heavy mental raving nailguns
its still fun the way gods settle delirium
make a strainger dance the table.
Im still nice like galaxy rising n 8legged devises,
bite me my my east moving sidesways
flying fist dont miss the mainfraim
relaying like paydays so much bruids I spill juize here
like sexing in a kingssuite
two towers blow radios clear

I have fake fucks jumping jacked in the streets,
carved up like steak meat quitely they weep,
subliminally they sleep marching to their defeat,
these mongrols are gathered and thrown in a heap,
chopped down and refined served as food for Bovine,
I squeeze as the Cotton Mouths leak till Bone Dry,
Poisonous speech intoxicates the 85 they ask Why,
while shoveling shit down their throats they get high,

martyr thought in the kill zone bones get crush bring war storms to youre discussion to catch a rush suffer the fatal tide of reprecussion disable pride not a enterprise that aint compromised defuse photonic bombs to shake the tectonic foundations of youre infra-structure sattellite lazer guided surgical missiles thats what the fucks blasting out my pistol to chizzle your grizzle me and my boys we shoot issues either work or a hot one through youre brain tissue atomic war particles in every article assults launch tactical battle brigade brigadeer general lyrical war criminal indivisual critical moves made in desperate measures under pressure emerge triuphantly fearless warrior the fucken victor.

yo someone sticky the damn DOJO, lol

peace

Got some poetry in the form of a ragedy Shakespear, Called it the voice of intellect like the bible cause it strikes fear. To the rear you could feel the freestyle drum's beat, No wu tang clan fan would sit down straight wild out the fuck'n seat. Called Defeat with the agony of a sore battle rhyme'n loser, handed weak mc's the nuggets of wisdom I called rhymes with a lyrical nickname like a first time drug user.

What’s the science dropping clocking
In at times unwanted calling those upon it/
U know the flow masked drafted outlasting
These so-called poets that throw it like a locus/
I’m focused ready aimed locked and loaded
Uniquely knowledge born birthed like plants wit rose thorns/
Scorning fornicating making peppered thoughts
Brought to scenes that wasn’t scripted or illustrated/
Etch and sketched tempted like KIDS driven but niggaz
was forbidden done it iller than winter snow/
Catching colds break the mold
Whether it means making u fold like playing cards u know/
Keep your guard up five stances protective
But your missing the connection/

slippery Shrap slide on ice, on you like white on rice
mic device demolishin death grip vice on dykes
dirty dick give a hoe lice, cunt callin the poe-lice
bounce bitches, give clowns stitches we noh nice
aint found riches, but i know nice places to jack em
time 4 sum aksion, funny faggots faces is flappin
happen to catch em, slap em out da back of da Phantom
packin a Magnum, aint catchin from asses im smashin
naw dawg, I'm medium, still bleedin em fuck holes
man nuff I crush hoes, u still shinin ya snub-nose
u mad fuck? thats what they be tellin me
yous bad fucks, and you sad fucks be sweatin me
its cool cuz clearly cousin, I'm too hot to handle
I'll miss you dearly cousin, light a blunt off ya candle
pour some liquor out, find a bad chick and dick her out
have her scream YOUR name, now that's how I'm gettin down

Majestik sword swinga disconnect tha jaw slinger

whose togue sways like drunk serpents we strike wid fore fingaz

jabbin crop circles in ya chest tha art of north star

legs snap on my jagged path from the heathens who walk far

small darts shaped like concords i rip sound barriers

sonic booms incased in my voice box laceratin plastik karacters

oh tha hevenly masikahs

corpses of dead children

i resserect skilled-men to rebuild them for war on pilgrimms

The End

y'all uninspired, leave ya youngest son retired
burnin banisters, i stay downstairs, under fire
i aint got no basement, temporary placement
neighbors tellin lies, want my shit out on the pavement
I shit out on the pavement, I'ma rabid dawg
plastic jaws, prosthetic limbs I'm snappin off
I'm flesh and blood, but my tongue eject a scud
Tryna tax me, collection plate dome collect a slug
Erection's tough, wang like Wolverine bones
Sack hang like Mistletoe, hookers be stoned
gimme a kiss, eatin bananas on some Simian shit
Sloppy skanks slobberin suckin Sicka's Indian dick
Oops, Native American, I ain't an American
stare at him, prone to put em planes in the air again
no disrespect, penalty box shit, rhymes is outta line
Metal detox shit, lots of lead but outta time

Call me desire the streetcars are on fire,
semi retired hogs get the piano wire,
across the larynx breaking the trachea,
ignorant baffoons I'm mentally raping ya,
full steam like that track meet collision,
unfocused get blown outta commission,
bitches pay attention and listen,
or end up in a sig by the saint,
shaking ya tits and getting hit,
I'm come with thoughts so rubic most are puzzled,
I take you little doggies for walk in a muzzle,
you look confuzzled doing circle like a buzzard,
reaching for nuts while ya mumble,
bitch I'm never subtle grabbing asses in bundles,

from the start.....
rhymes still smooth ...
like dem wallybee clarkes,
back to rep the dojo....
mashin' thru with darts,
skillz been heated...
tucked away since march,,
the spit stay gully...
cuz of the mastaz i'm amongst,
first let me take my finger out this cunt,

Y'all crews is minimal, Shaolin Shadow Superliminal
Sawed-off shotgun send shock through ya physical
Straight outta rap hell, Saint Shrap-nel
Strapped with stats higher than daily crack sells
Stacked with stripes, sucka, start actin right
Spit send shockwaves through the rap device
Plan a heist? Nah we just gonna wing shit
Modern day Skalds, bust guns and sing shit
Berserk like Norsemen, filled with endorphins
Ride wit the Horsemen, horse shit on ya porch end
Too dead to live, some say I'm insensitive
I feel no remorse, ain't forced my penmanship
Ya swordsmanship is weak, leave ya a leak
Couldnt see the battle axe cleave ya physique
Must have cataracts, third eye is clouded, I'm reborn
Herbs sky is clouded, burn skys and ride the firestorm

stick this shit to the front page mods!!!!!!!!

fo real yo....DOJO been here since before most of these dudes even registered
its a Wu Corp landmark

peace

heavily armed wit the strong,
moist palms.... emotions calm,
these lyrics can rip thru trees....
that are palm,
you know the rules....
when ya steady long,
it's usually wrong,
my mental reactions' on...
some liftin' king kong shit,
gimme dat spliffff....
so i can peak at the cliff,
no need to get hostile...
i'll snatch that ice from ya wrist,
and leave slits...........

rome passes thru with golden age DOJO flames
the same age of evil, look first in American names
lock the doors and windows from the corporate suits
out to act like Patriots to invade culture roots
shame this has to happens in the "land of the free"
"home of the brave", hearts fight for no more slavery

peace

Razor Blade Cutting Mic Blwoing Hoe Bagging
Ain't Shit But Terry Cloth And A Du-rag Bagging/
Slit Cha Wrist To The Spit I Speak
Like Dangerous Heats I'm At My Peak/
Apex Wet Sets Dip-lo-wit-automatics
Can't Trash The Tester I Best Western The Counter/
Made Out Wit The Bar-tender And She Was From Howard University
Spititng Drawing Pics Taking More Flicks Wit Chick Showin' There Tits/
Vice Grip Slaughter Fort Brag Auto Mobile Slaughter
Calling More To Order Fortifying Mic Relying Hold Cha Head High/
Watch Me Smoke The Next Eye Wit Spies Driven Wit Stealth Skills
Wolf Packing Kevin Nash Jack-knife Powerbombing Wit Ice Forming/
Feel Ya Spine Jiggling Hanging By A Thread Making Yo Bones Tingle
Can't Feel Your Dick When U Getting Knobbed And Shit/
Paralyzation Creative Ways Sexual Action Back Shot Mechanic
Acura Shift Gear Switch It Flows There Ain't No Mr.nice Guy Here/

Peace

Rhyme flow's a mind full,
ready to dump on you,
cover you up,
lyricaly make a chump of you.
Ya'll swinging swordz?,
you's too weak to swing a blade,
I pick up this lyrical katana,
shinobi slice's leave you slayed.
I come real with this,
spit with it graphicly,
I come with the reality,
that leak's your vein peice dramaticly.
you can't feel me?,
you stright up lien,
im so real for a reason,
verbal asswhippin's I be supplin.
Ya'll can ride each other's dick,
cause I know ya'll need a witness,
I spit giftness that's need's no ass kissin,
cause my quickness, leave's you're ass missin.
and if ya'll need a explanation,
surreal is so there,
Love aka SL,
Bitch I ain't go nowhere.

mightve missed ya flare fam, but i can tell its been there
sorry for a crude comment, u hit like a comet fair
and cats are comet tails, common place in the Temple
its not that simple but read into the instrumental
countin' ya minutes like a minute man in the bedroom
or a T-Mobile phone girl with vocals clearer than bifocals
talk so clear but yet its dirty to the core
wats the score? 7-zip, call me Messiah lil' whore
not dissin or kissin ~ listen to Shifter's brainchild
comin' straight off the dome, thru the DOJO to cause sunshowers

PEACE

peace.

revival ~ now its time to rebuild
how ironic the last post wasnt a holiday toast
independant my country stood but not on the 4th
that was just a document date read with laughs by King George
save the chuckle for the war, killed em off with militia
rakes and various tools used, not a pretty war picture
what matters is we won, last hurrah for the land
of the free and the brave, whip a slave, play ur band tunes
100 more years of peace, love, and baby booms
just a matter of time till yall feel the post-slave fumes
short fused black leaders step up to the soap box
proclaim a nation within themselves thru airwave spots
lead millions in marches from Alabama to DC
from PEACE to violence and down to east-west coast beef
the downfall of America can be best told thru heart
cause actions spoke enuff, look at us now, war has torn us apart

PEACE

When I
meditate in the dojo, my mind's at the estate's
gate of my soul, not solo, they conjugate
as mind hovers over fine waters of my spring
it's tears of a father hearing his blind daughter sing
the fusion shows it like a zoom ----- clearly
picture's weaved severely in the loom 'n stirs me
I never believed I would ever be complete
endeavor me achieve masterhood cleverly
this is the art of mind journey, mighty learning
combined with finding designs, then u-turning
cause home's the place where your heart is
face it, you cannot apart these, truth is basic

Winter tactic's, I turn fake actor's to adict's,
automatic's, and fully rap metal jacket's.
Plenty gun's and plenty ammo,
keep it down low, I'm the proda,
but I push it by the pound though,
gotta keep my wallet grand full,
you's broke and full of shit,
im part of the Dojo,
ya'll know you've heard of it.
I murder it, you're click fully stacked,
well I came through and took a third of it.
left enough to break bread with, I love the compition,
my ambition's so money, I could rob you're college intuition.
You just witnessed the description, mother fucker's.

I love battling, and everything i do is an art
But SL, that verse was mad tired, and stupid, with bars
I remember you once said you wont talk shit on the crew
But all that is said is shit, so now they shitting on you
I bomb fagots with lost talents, who never got across ballots
Piece of crap, so you can eat shit like tossed salads
Your not sick, i bet the only reason your mad at the whole camp
Was because i turned the offer down when you wanted to collab

lol, i peeped your verse in that "Chyeah" thread, funny...lol. anyways, yea, how did that track over "overture" go? you recorded that verse yet?

Turned down a collab?, common dun you wanted it audio,
well audiose amigo, down the hole that collab-a-go,
murder you,you're crew's mad whack, that's a known fact,
ya'll claim you're 9 home nigga's, but none ya'll are black.
now how's that?, 8 bar's?, is that all you got?
you coming poppin shit, claiming you're somthing you're not.
suck my dick, stick to poetry, you're not the street type,
you just in mom's basement, thinking you making the street's hype,
You playing the wrong role, you ain't hard, you a bitch type,
and you're emotionally confused in you're lyric's, like you a switched dyke.
You on that tossed salad shit?, now who's shit's whack?,
and yes i'll shit on you're whole camp, text or on a track.
I keep the desert tatic's real life, you emptied out like Iran,
and I spit enough heat to give all nine of you a tan.
A couple cat's to drop with you, and a couple to connect the dot's with you..
you's full of shit,
I'm not even gonna say anything more cause anything you spit, I'll murder it.

P.S -

Quote:

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Originally Posted by SurreaL
How bout a collab?

no doubt, you want it text or audio?

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haha, oh well, w/e

I had to stop reading that peice, cause it was a waste of rhyme
you's a waste of line's and you's just a waste of time
To be honest you ain't that good, no one want's a emo rapper
you 16 with feeling's, slap me?, kid you're going against a northwest scrapper
I'll knock you're fag ass out, claiming you hard, worst you did was get kicked out of church,
You a emotionally confused depressed suicide poet, sorry to say it but the truth hurts
I'm you're anti-depressent, but you can't pop me
or drop me, lyriclly or phsyicaly you'll never stop me
I'm not even claiming this a battle, this a stright fact
that rap, you claimed that?, best to shut you're cock trap
cause im cocked back, aimed tight, fire, drop this poetik
you're pathetic, this leave's you unconsious, like a anesthetic
I dissed you're partnaz, it's funny, cause im kind of glad
left you kinda mad, after you's telling me I was the best dickride you ever had.
Stop talking shit, I would murder you in a freestyle no question's,
I have some more confession's, talk some more shit, till then I'll leave you guessin.

You're really trying in you're shit huh?, this is a freestlye section, not a song section, 10 mins or less.

im out for abit, going to play some football. Peace.

Im in the Dojo checking my position,
Volcanic lava flow sears opposition,
minds sizzling dropping hot shit,
better watch this molecular acid I spit,
rhymes sick anemic fucken antartica cold,
froze sub zero with this deep space flow,
my thoughts chisled michaelangelo visions,
sculpted from the knowledge wisdom and building,
spok3n ya feel me our messages from the heart pump life,
into the plain simple conforming bitches acting trife,
we spit our knives.. lacerating with rhymes,
rejuvenating the blind... to seek better times,
build and dont recline.. in ya LaZy boy mind,
poetic wrath jeweled messages dont second guess this!!,
or be destined to dehydrate decompose from lack of lessons...

bigben bound 2 bring brutally barbaric beatings.

Banish Beings blatantly Breeding,
Bacteria Brains Benign Bleedings,
Minds Gleaming Minds Scheming,
Skales Silently Leaning Society Steaming,
Analyze Absolution Ackward Abuses,
Tipping Rapid Rappin Like Stabbin,
A fractured Face Or Impaled Abdomen,
grab The Stem and stab with Pens,
The Laughing men and All that pretend,
Im Bending Barter By Spending Blending,
Leave residue to riducule those lending,
Lethargically Liberties Lessen,
Lobster Lake Lessons,
Stickin Fur Sessions Flexed peta Painting Splashing Fakes,
Clashing Stakes as This media Camera creates... Bakes,
Flashing Signals Systems Bell Ringers mingle,
Throw ya jingle Me And Skale Send The Signals,
Brutally Bruising Bone-marrow Bluntly bludgeond.......

......Brewing!!!!

blah...!

^ thats wat DOJO's all about, no doubt.....enuff with the friendly battles!! AHHHH!
and can someone sticky this already!?

peace

Holding title bouts Tuco compounds,
resonating that thounderous sound,
implode craniums cromes serotonin serated'um,
jakes basting bums bigben brings blatant bombs,
shaking off the smog inner city fogged post ya blog,
earth ricter riches robbed rambunctious rabid spots,
electrical shocks aeortas clot adrenaline heart shots...

I got the one ring and my gun Sting, Shrap is Frodo
When I'm lit, my mind is MIA like half the dojo
blow orcs in half now, dont force the wrath down
act like a hoe, u know you'll get slapped, clown
do the math now, a hundred thousand times one
Ghostfaced for Winter Warz, a hundred rounds in my gun
Calico cat bitch, ya know ya ass should know that shit
Shrap-a-nel phat jus like the ass on those black chicks
wont ask ya ass to hold that bitch - BLAOW BLAOW
nah I'm blast the fo' hat trick - BLAOW BLAOW BLAOW
how now brown cow, wanna get a lil wild wild?
yous jus a child child, more lil than Lil Bow Wow
yippie yay, plus the kay yay motherfucker
Bruce Willis bitch, mixed with Tony Yay motherfucker
you phony gay motherfuckers don't wanna feel this
stop the hate though, befo yo potato get peeled bitch

Inferior rate's?, fuck that, my mind state's at a remarkable speed,
doper then the smoke from my weed, proceed to flee the scene.
when I swing slice's that are aimed to chop off you're block,
another victim just left dead, outlined in the chalk.
You bitch's gettin cocky, throw the duke's up, and get hand clapped,
these bitch's get dropped, locked and ziped up like suran wrap.
But im'a have to end it quick, cause time's gettin taken from me,
even if you's owned a pig farm, you still wouldn't get bacon from me.

The Shuriken was sharp p you blade wa samzing the speed defined by the talent that made it. The ninja on the rise Bitch nigga's realize@!!!

i roll in wit a knife ready to do damage to the man who branded my sandwitch//
sharp spliting shifted spits hitt wit accuret perssion how the fuck can u manege//
the skill that lights up to a flame when its relesed from my mouth//
acid spits in words when i came putting holes in the game from when i was in and when i was out//
shout when u shoot scouts scalp their scalps wit a scalpel intill thier hairlees like my couch//
dull blades cut throug u all day in a way u can still be alive to pray intill i gut u like trout//
walk in wit the tips to slice and leave u wit dry mouth for days like a drout//

my reply to woozer

woozer's owned to the bone,..he needs to stop smokin stones../
mutherfucker moans like a bitch and still doesnt understand that i could care less bout what he thinks cuz he's from the corpse,...so go back home.../
your a nerd man,...i told u that before.../
skale's post was prolly wak,...but you started this one man war.../
silly faggot,...your on "ignore".../
i wouldnt even call 911 if your dumbass was burnin alive on the top floor of your favorite gay porn store.../
fuckin idiot.....do u remember when u called me a honkey or the your first post in my cussing thread.../
it read "fuck you",...dont try it bitch,...your better off buttfuckin your cousins an the rest of your crew u stupid inbred.../
"inbred jed",...call u that from now on.../
sorry the only pussy u could ever find belonged to your momz.../
"sonnin myself"...man your dumber than hell.../
ill have your transvestite crossdressing ass pitch into a bottomless well...../
8 minutes,....you aint shit so quit submittin.../
punch out your grill,...your rotten teeth will end up missing.../
now listen...u dont want to fuck with sicka on a "dissing" mission...../
make your desiscion bitch cuz deaths dick is all you gonna be kissin...../
did i say 8 minutes,...i meant to say 10 or some shit .../
Back to IGNORE with u bitch... go eat a dick,...u wont be missed

PIR