Yo greed feeds my needs to feed on simple beats
Believe when i cleave your seeds, i succeed in defeats
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Yo greed feeds my needs to feed on simple beats
Believe when i cleave your seeds, i succeed in defeats
but what you speak is weak...you need to retreat... or be seen bleedin in streets... stinkin for weeks...
high speed chase on a stickshift car
hallucinating off booms and shards
realism fading deficating in my drawrs
traveling back in time life on mars
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fuck a rhyme whore with boards that be 4x4
nine inch nailz deadin bodies so fraile they crack like shells on snails
i get wet like paracites that ride on the backs of whales
drinkin from the grail.....cause Concept gets ill yo
ya tom foolery aint foolin me i decrypted the divici code
my heart is minus 50 degrees of cold
hearted like cardiac arrest
bless the mic while suckin the breathe out ya chest
lace the cess
with the most rugged drug that penetrates skullz like slugz
slow off top but kill the writtens that busts ya mugz
hot as hell on fire wit spit fire aimed at thugz atire
imma perspire....cause i bead bitches pours
got ya open like raw infected soars smothered in sars
back lash the computer graph and split atoms in half
yo nigga you no Concept be a made man
fingure fuck ya bitch and give ya daps wit the same hand
nut avalanche wit ya dame skiin on my dicks substance
drunken awkward raps role up ya crew in obundance
i got my eye on ya moms while u still lookin for sumpthin
blow up the spot like spontaneous human combustion
chew niggaz up and spitt out they wack rhymes with human consumption
the block is hot and i aint tellin jake nothin
so you must be lien threw ya teeth when suckin dick n cum pumpin
yall mid-week like hump day
every other day ya boy gets off on ya other homie
you plus ya crew must be very lonlely
im spittin off the top still..dont forget you owe me
rape pillage and fucked up every town ive known B
welcome to the wu dojo
Concept rides in wit four hoarsemen but we aint playin polo
rip herbs in half by myself spittin solo
i hate the matrix but im duckin cats shots in slo-mo
bow down to the street and lick the bottom of my feet homo
my raps so tight i got the taliban screamin OH NO
off the top with a fresh rap yall so-so
not even like a see saw tweekin cause Biggies on the bottom and my minds off the meters
cold hearted with heaters
so i contradict myself
the diiference between me and you is i spit for wealth
blow off the dust like records on top shelf
if i spit weak like you id fuckin bury myself
lol on the raw drunk tip nigga
myself help this is one line concept why u makin it so complex
i love ruff sex when im stressed
grab a bitch by the neck and fuck out her last breath
jump the 19k west
to see Steph and "Skippy" Seth
face all decayed from the stress
accelerated by the meth
no tical for this evening
because of chinese deceivings
now my phone it won't stop beeping
"I don't give a fuck you man is leaving"
im not a man leavin...im a man bleeding
needing something worth seeing or believing
yall amateur like wiffee droppin my seedlingzz
Im creepin.. neva sleepin..clever speakin..behead ya beingz..read text ya seeing...Quote:
Originally Posted by tha god concept
the god concept + ac flex ya dreamz quicc..bout spittin nice n gleaming..written HYPE of heat KID..
I was born with a lyrical gift, so any ameteur MC who steps ta dis', will be tastin' ma' clenched fist.
i wrekk shit
shove that clenched fist up ya pussy lips
i drop jewelz while you droppin babies bitch
Thoughts to blend, step with the swift sandle, leave a dapple
a dapple?
imma twist ya wig like snapple
your dirtier than the worms eatin out the big apple