what the fuck is that?^^^ pussy willow
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what the fuck is that?^^^ pussy willow
co-signQuote:
Originally Posted by Mister Big
Cell therapy for me is a game of cee-low
Poverty president with a dime be-low
Selling pussy to ya people, 20 dollars an hour charge
Pay-up or else i'm stomping ya entourage
God frauds get found slain in a garage
I'm hard hardened eating snakes in the garden
Guarding the gates, liberated to liberate
Leather cover my face, watch me irate
Dog like nate, hooking the bait
Hip-hop norman Bates, pop-locking like brakes
Anti-lock locker, pro-test the game sponsors
A&r jumpers, record company c.e.o. head lumpers
Still packing steel though
While you pussy's willow
next word: molecule
I drop verses with no remorse to whoever they directed at
A mix battle rhymes, bullshit and introspective raps
No disrespect to cats, but half these rhymes I'm not even feelin'
Don't even now how to shoot a gun, let alone claim ya killin'
So label me tha villain, cause you droppin' knowledge wit hollow jewels
Each line is like a atom and this verse is a molecule
nw: biochemical
i drop verses from the subconcious fuck the victim
a face dont matter, the pain depends on the darts and how i twist em'
spillin rivers then glide like deltas, break connections
then i launch the hydrogen bomb from the back of my mind
you wish you was verbally inclined but for real you blind
you lazy wit ya raps like when ya tummy full
you couldnt I.D. me if you had a sample of my biochemical
nw: retro
I rip shit spit wit that real quick shit,
hit before u realise i struck cant duck what u cant see,
tryin to be who u not be me I believe,
no limit to what I can acheive, retreive the cortex
vortex getting sucked down, out afta the first round,
bout 100 punds below weight, no wait expose fakes,
take what I can no man challenge these rhymes and schemes,
only in dreams stand no chance when I let go,
muthafukas have a betta chance bringin back retro
next word: floor
raisin pillars from the ground, a well known stylelite/
makin crowds scream loud from sharing my insight/
peeps jumpin up n' down like bed rocks covered in spikes/
i rehearsed this verse to shake EARTH to its core/
a true land lord leaves nothin unexplored/
once you've reached the uncharted shore/
....PIERCE THAT FUCKIN FLAG INTO THE FLOOR!/
nw:domination
whenever glocks-is-blazin in tha proper-placin/
coppers-chasin this nigga doctor-playin/
givin and takin lives when my fifth parlay-ya-spine/
u can only pray-4-rimes as holy as these/
and yall niggas comin up and dont kno me? i-squeeze!/
fold-ing-ya-kness watch them shits buckle as tha city crumble/
young cats can get got in tha gritty-jungle/
massacre's decreasin tha population/
i have tha hardest man ovulating-verbal-domination/
shit my bad ...
nw:propaganda
tha fuck? god im drunk
nw: propaganda
siN is trained to Show Heaven his Demonic Anger
but he felt No Presence like someone Shot at Santa
Anybody willing to get their Body Anchored
Talk and Stand Up, You'll get turned to an Armless Gangster
I rip the Block with Talking Manners, Proper Grammar, Constant Blabber
Poppin' Hammers focused on yer chest like Topless Dancers
You can Never Box this Rapper, He is 'bout to Knock you Actors
leaving Ya'll just Fractured, Displayed up on some Propaganda.
n.w. Laboratory
Trained to terrorize trains, terrorist wrist slit ya veins
Skin get open blood rains, i bloodied the rap game
Slaps sting worse than bee stings, dick- in ya dame
Love of the lust lusting ladies give me an adrenaline rush
Smoke-out wit my medicine crushed
Shit-talkers get flushed, pipes cracked once da mack bust
You touched returned to dust end of story
No guts mean no glory, i'm buildin' in the labatory
n.w.: advertise
i snatch a nigga bitch real quick 2 crack-her-thighs/
roamin wit them savage-guys u pussies better strategize/
my mackin-rise like a nigga "boss'n up"/
give a fuck like im tossin-bucks gats-will-fry u often-stuck/
lay u in a coffin-bruh da one dat b slashin-eyes/
no exposure needed yo my flow self advertise/
nw:epiphany
A travellin high note, through the throat/
pierce ya wine glass and tune yo fork/
we gods of mankind in human form/
born we grow like a spore in a brain-storm/
undah my dome, is the sound of an infinite crescendo/
fillin my sixth sense spectrum with simpo audio/
sin phony's with my deadly symphonys/
leave the scenery bloody with the wet floor slippery/
watch ya step....this shits sickening/
enlightening words hitting me,
while all y'all witnessing/
the manifesting of a pure essence,
the true meaningz of an epiphany/
nw: sacrifice
I can bring it back in one line or finish with tha word
Kill tha guy above me and end it with a verb
Mentally, I'm disturbed in this Temple of Darts
So many people havin' trouble with the simplest parts
It all stems from the heart, let it come out phonetically
And you don't have to make all ya words rhyme alphabetically
You just gotta let it be, cause it won't matter in tha afterlife
Be you while ya here, but are you willin' to make that sacrifice?
nw: consequences
Not from Crooklyn but i'm a crook in wu-wear attire..
Smooth hip-hop hustler, broken language lingo sire..
Liar hater, fake emcee anihilater, opposite of a player..
Say my name like a prayer and feel the God wrath..
Always loved money so i always excelled in math..
I might eat the coochie, but i ain't stickin' my tongue in her ass..
Like gas i'm highly flammable, a flame uncontrolled..
Every element on earth combined..
I bring horror through the scope cancerous sign..
I write my projects sittin' on benches..
Living life care-free, no fear of consequences..
next word:blog
Coming from no hood,
Got bars as numerous as trees in a wood,
I dont do it cus I should,
I would get all the skills once again,
Even if I got put back years numering ten,
The pen in one hand mic in the next,
Concept of being the best nothin less,
Call it mess on a page or unleashing of rage,
Evade me in battle, a warrior u dont want 2 face,
Put u in your place, get outta my space,
Awake the mind cus I'm not part of the machine or a simple cog
As I come thru the fog, battle thru the smog
rhymes tighter than bark to a log.
Next word: turntable
i gotz four ams and legs and i put'em to good use
when i slap you and kick you and strangle you with a silver noose
the problems is that all them fake ass niggaz counterfeit my lines
tryin to bury me with the force of their own lies
cuz they hang around like files oer a dead corpse ion hopes get magnetized
hollow bones get electrified and filled with knowledge as my people
regress to monkeys from savage to savage
there is nothing to salvage except your own soul
like two wheels with no brake you iz outta control
lookin at the world from a different angle seein all the scratches on the surface like the wax on the turntable
next word: rusty iron sword
Boxin against shadows, figthing ghosts,
training to the most of my ablities of my bodily host,
spoke on techniques, devloping my own unique,
neva reach a peak, hand to hand,
man to man deveserving of many awards,
record my achievements on many boards,
hear this mighty lion roar,
foreva in use so will neva have a rusty iron sword.
next word: pole
Left it nearly 3 weeks and no ones finsihed on my word,
absurd call ur self MC's I'm here to sort this out,
wit out a shadow of a doubt, devout to this mic,
my life intwined wit hiphop not this watered down shit what,
infiltrates the media makes everyone a believer,
TI's the be all end all of what rhyimngs about,
remembering days when
WU-TANG CLAN AINT NOTHING TO FUCK WIT
they used to shout, real MC drought lets have em back on patrol
back in control wit sum samples from the 8 diagram pole.
next word : high
been a long time....since I left you/
a tribute to the greatest emcee is how I do/
many have tried but none come close/
trying dis the God but in the end get burnt like toast/
maybe not the most lyrical/
but finally off sabactical/
critical....
nah
this is a ritual/
some say they know but have no idea/
talk is cheap like a Hunt's Point hooker's rear/
wishing she did not have to sell her soul/
might have done better sliding down an Atlanta club pole/
but ah well all some can do is sigh/
while she chases that next 10 dollar high/
next-flames
unwinded times tell tales unknown to men
hollow hands holed by nails, holding pens
scores of pain, miserable history untold
where tragedies unfold, remedies are sold
for souls that leave us men as ghouls
so we spit at the floor in our fathers house
while under our nose, medieval winds blows
to browse us back to the earliest times
and throws us back into the pit of flames
next word: vanguard
No games played, playing ya players like a play
Slaying slayers who wanna slay me for the wordplay
Words spray ocean spray, styling militant on Broadway
Bomb day-light, until the sun drop, i receive the ray-light
Make amatuers break like they never ran before
Waxing ya fam on floors
stealing on ya like boosters in department stores
No love for heartless whores, who want knicks to explore my prick
Hit a hater with a stick, violent silent treatment tactics
Constipated as i drop shit, blowing up the cock-pit
Every bars considerd a hot topic
Turf Defender practicing in the park wit the gods
Body scarred from the blows i felt as we sparred
I'm not Uncle L, but my award will be the vanguard
next word: chronicles
murks meets the deathly hallows, dodge those
my reflex is on the nth, grab some shit more powerfull
if you attempt to stop my lungs from doing their function
thats an open call for closed fisted punches to your wide open pie hole
like those iphones i do almost anything
leave mcs quivering, cyphers cant get rid of me
im like a ever recurring rod serling with similes
arsenic anthologies as lurid as bad dreams
the cream of the crop, quietest kid on the block
but will rip the shit out any nigga screaming he got
dope flow, my words roll down on you like socks
with the force of a horse kicking you dead the crotch
lotsa vim, vigor and dumb as a rock when it comes to sonnin'
if they young then they come from my jock
not gonna lie to you, in my time ive battled alotta dudes
and if tell they say they beat me its fantasy like the narnia chronicles
n/w= blimey
stank bitches call my dick lip smackers, they attack it
i snap at'em, when i feel teeth i wanna slap'em
skull ring like iggy pop, 21st century phantom
send you forgot me nots wit toxins as a sample
throw a temper tantrum, cant get me way
s'okay, i bend the law backwards, damn if it break
murky musical unusual introduce you all to hurdy gurdies
im on the street like bird seed
ease up on you slow with a walther big P
99, get smart, chief thats yo' behind
mine is harsh realm, anarchy reigns
with its older sister mayhem, feeding the flames
lames ought not try me, i bust heads to the white meat
feats that make bobbies cry "blimey"
next word-civil
bringing the uncivilized to civilization
rehabilitation mental stimulatiion thru verbalization
whos effects mimic marijuana herbaliization
unmemorized but liver than memorex
i commence to commiserate with the opposite sex
i'm the positve next hiroshima 911 pearl arbor scud missile
droppin bombs for my rights but i ain't gon be civil.
complete
It's been a long time since I finished wit da word
Usin' tha wrong context and diminshin' tha verb
Then it gets absurd, when I become too demandin'
Me against myself until the last man is standin'
I win single handed, givin' my ego it's defeat
Droppin' nonstop verses until all of it's ccomplete
nw: cataclysm
Quote:
Originally Posted by Jugganaut
Batter womens bladder, smashin inner organz, she love inches of fortune..
since I aborted the site as a WUCORPSMAN, yall been LOST within.... CHECK.!!
BOSS u KIDS run tons of LOSSES, WIN.! RESPECT.! if u FLINCH get DECKED!!
RINSE ya TEXT.! DIP like SETT.! RIP ya HEDZ.! GIVE to BET.! INSIST u REPP-!
at hittin threads..sum yall STINK like FISH in BREATH.! I been INFECT now IM BEST.!
POW to CHEST.! AC LIK YA KNO.! RAP QUITE A SHOW.! SLAP DIKES or HOES.!..
KIDNAP, GIVE DAPS on SICK RAPS, BITECHO OWN.! the FIGHT is ON.!........
1/2 yall GEEKS..LAUGH? call STREETS.! talkin bout HACK yall BITCHES!........
YAK ALL DIGITS cuz U just a number..MY RAPS n VISIONS cause CATACLYSM
NW: synonym
MAKE SURE U END
WITH THE WORD
SYNONYM!
He reflects light like cateyes, in his essence we been baptized/
he gives the weak bad vibes, shinin bright within the black skies/
he operates in cycles, bein reborn every twenty seven days/
he's never fazed by the devil's face cuz he stays in heaven's haze/
he prays to the sun, the swaying waves come from his gravitation/
some say men walked on his face and we come from his habitation/
propaganda exacerbation, Hebrew nation, this view is beautiful/
funerals is too unusual, even at noon the moon's view is superluminal...
Next word - Transfiguration...
Quote:
Originally Posted by Prophet Picasso
My VIBE SHINES thru pages of myspaces..raizin amazin lyrical blazes defacin soul property..
holes probably open in ya whole artery..deep bleedin, Im proceedin readin WU-SEASONS..
BOOK of ILLNESS..anticipation..my manz rippin stages..Im flippin pages...grippin 8's + 1..
what son? duck from..anger from clipz..pagans get wipped..Im hangin u quick..bangin this ISH.!
WUCORP DEADLYVENOM..suuuuuu..yall ready? Im endin.. the BS..with realness Im ILL kid..
Handz givin cases..to WU JUDGES..UFK sum KLUKLUXES..FLAVOR is what My FAM givin NATIONS...!
ONCE yall LISTEN.. be like DAMN give me CASES.! (of ya cds!) WorldWIDE Transfiguration!!.
NW (END WITH IT): SUBMIT
Zero Is God Bitch, Hyperactive Venom Spit
Dont Say Shit, Just Kneel W/ Broken Legs And Submit
Next Word: Chronological
dam.. had to throw a brick at me..Quote:
Originally Posted by LORD ZERO
AYO SON..
Ima monster.. rappin raspily..ya gaspin drastically.. WUCORP GASSIN TEAMS..
WHO FALL? YOU CALL on master beings.. and ya neva encounter disaster scenes..
Im round up my gats and breathe..easy..rollin wit LORD ZERO..holdin it down..Dont care Yo..
suffer from Severe BloWS..buffer, cover my tears.. hold patience as Im near, close..
ayo..Itz clear THO im HERE YO!! Topics Im droppin you..Logical Stare..Harlet of queerz..
Ima supporter!!.Flow like Water..Harming 'comicals' next time I SPIT tha order'll B Chronological...
NEXT WORD BEEEEEEE: SPRINT (CUZ THATS WAT I ROCK SON!)
I'm off the Richter, elephant stampede crippler, american pie's get the stifler, bounty I'm the quicker picker, shifter!! shifting gears leaving foes in tears, as my poems veer from one thought to the next superior suplex who's next? receive a bruised neck! leave you rough like flint, as I walk away never sprint...
NEXT WORD: TRAINING
I’m back for more, rip the jacker gore
I written this on the floor
Looking through widow, Stars galactic door
Rift pull you in when time to destroy
I don't give a fuck how you proform
Been a ripper befor training
NEXT WORD : Abduction
WATTUP BEN !! I GOTTA LONG VERSE FOR U! :bQuote:
Originally Posted by bigben
Statin my name, aiming to gain, fear reignin today, itz weird, but itz safest to say..!
Gave u ya space..Now im up on..like rapest who prey..wucorp aint a gang we nation..
hang men like paper games..hail when tha Savior came..now we back..cowardz slapped..
hours of rap..announcement of past..souped up like Im foundin some cash...!
ayo..wound up a name..drowned near sum drainz..think u DOWN n get maimed..
state ya status ya lame..
my apparatus is my lips servin some cactus jackz who act in fact they wack with raps they spat..
I sat and bashed studentz..Taming my toungue..but Im famous for what??
I teach as If Im Ancient or Nun..I won..8 to none..Im great when umm..I argue..spit particalz..
Rid Articles..(garbage fool)..my barz flames which'll arson dudez..Im faceless, blameless..
Lemme bounce cuz this page aging..u changing..I spit greatness which is My training
NW: BITTER
Quote:
Originally Posted by Aclikyano
Peace aC
spitting insanely its amazing how i'm engaging like tri-star movers i'm staging words from left to right I test the might of all advisaries who are badly buried neck deep as my tech speaks! chicka bloaw ya lost ya left cheek feeling sour you quiver you taste ya own saliva its cold and bitter! (as ya body whithers in pain feeling the shame laugh at you face ya lost half a brain)
NEXT WORD: Octopuss
Stop then push..box ya hood..lock on target..mock..ya life I could mark..watz good doc..?Quote:
Originally Posted by bigben
I stood alot..trialz.. tribulationz..filez manuplulated..time tickz away n Im stayin locked. behind barz..
my ryhme squad are crime gods..no time for plotz..no tiein knotz wit higher ops..we kinda rocked..!
smoked too much..hope r done..slow ya sonz role, hez much..yappin @ lipz. adaptin my fist..!
clappin ya ribz with fantastic hits..damn this-a-classic spit..yo..class of 9-6..massive linez hitt..!
snatch ya blind kidd!!.grab ya shine when..u sleepin.! been creepin, scent decievin....
my concious good..handle mad beef.."knock on wood"..got handz like octopus....
NW: FAVORITE
;(
Quote:
Originally Posted by Aclikyano
well i guess my favorite emcee would be me, pick or choose/
i dont pick to lose, my favorite sickness would be the news/
death and famine all on it, restless.. this bullpen/
roll the dice, hope not to kill cops, skip to Yucatan/
hooligan, exposed at young ages, aint new to this/
the world in my palm if i choose to sit, my throne i mean/
stoned i seem, like 4:20, i was born from green/
not that it made me, it took money to earn the seed/
next word: yesterday
yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away
i mark the way for my silent prey, gone astray
i play with time like a scientist renegade
its never the same since my baby got slain
the pain of yesterday, burns me in flames
craving revenge mind going round the bend
i tend to wait n hunt the punk who stunk my life
with a scent of such depression, counting lessons
in everyway, still contemplatin yesterday
nt: britain
get my hands around your muthafuckin' neck like a bowtie, a tight squeeze,
blood flees in to your eyes, i got these, mcs taking they lives,
before they cross me, choppy like high seas at high tide
the velocity at which my dart leaves my wind pipe
sure to cut right to the bone of any mic
resistance is futile, the bile you spew aint hitin'
i put welps on a niggaz ass like leather belts to children
forever be a fusion of science and faith, gettin'
me confused with them crab niggaz is base
bets in place, stakes is dry humpin' the ceiling
as i create bangers and mash from detroit to great britain
n/w: hostel