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Yeah O.K. you got me/But just when you think you've shot me/ I bring it strait to your chest even if your wearing a bullet proof vest/You should think twice before act smart/Cause you didn't even spit one dart/The next lyric will stop your heart/:Your just an old fart/
old fart/ no dart spitting/weak heart fuc....yeah thats me but u forgot 1 thing...that i bring a .22 for ur lil ass dudes...go get permission from ur mom first... before i hit u wit a verse...i curse and ur to young to ride in a hearst....
lol
It's not about ridin hearses it's about putting down the best verses/sometimes most of them curses/But only people who can't write anything betta/I bring the sledge to ya hammer/And leave your head lookin like you wearing a red bandana/
No Color Lines. ! .. Eat Fruits And Veggies.. / Bananas.. Contain Potassium.. / Non-studio Gangsta .. . Acting. ..> Copy Mine../ > Minutes / Second.. Versus .> Time . !
Why.. ? Fuck Up . / Get Smacked. Loud Honk.. > Truck..!. > On A Skate Board.,, Street Or Vert.. / Practice. Equal Chore. > Wheel . > Steal Rubbers. !!
I Got Real Rubbers/
45ths With Rubber Grips/
Shootin Bullets Through Ya Blubber/
Just the sound makes you shudder/I watch you like big brother(TM)/I'm different to any other/M.C. on this planet/Some people just spam it/And I'm like "god Dam it!"
Blueprint Laid Out . Plan Shit. / Devastating Maneuvers. . > Paranoid...> Panic . Writer Sprayed Doubt ..!
I rhyme meaningful but I still got clout/
You fuck with me on the mic dawg im bound to knock ya out/
The lord is merciful but the prophet is unforgiving,
slinging verbal dartz at ya face so ya lucky yo still living
/For the next thanks giving/Swap the dead for the living/There's no forgiving for missing/A line/Even if your on moonshine/Wu-Tang Fan shines so divine/He has no dimise/You can see it in his eyes/
Little children tell lots of lies, their mother doesn't like it and cries.
let them wipe their own eyes....they also tell lies// hey mom where's dad?.... he died when u was an infant....meanwhile he's somewhere doing life in prison....
all hung up on life from the inside ..trife.. when things are missen// break hights in fragents of light fuck u mom i have my own vision of life//
i sat alone on my chair slump back with no care /// mom told me so many lies i'm ready to die//da streets can't hide my rep//a future hall of fame... a legend ...a vet...it's all da same...
pounding 200 in my vet like a bullit train high from soda non wet numb like novacain//
coming fast as death steps into my vain through the hart and ending in my brain//
No way I you can brace, take one to the face then to the brain
Caps back, nothing but a rap, bats weaponry of choice when dropping//
droppin clips as i empty-em...wasting no time tightening up loose endz,... say hello to my little friend....theres no dodging-em....
Status Meant. .< > Late 4 Show.. .< Cancel Event. >>> Musical Journey Suggest > Soaked. > Wet T Shirt Contest .. < Slept.. > Vote ..!
Keep your thoughts organized, so later in life, you'll slaughter guys/
whateva im speakin, u coun't deepen the issue/
thats why i diss you, and rip out your brain tissue/
I suppose i could confuse you, keep your brain in fine tune to/
My frequency as i be, spoon feeedin' these, delquencies/
attack in moves in a fast sequency secretly move in stealth to ur soul i will beat-u-free//
Sic Wit It Hippocracy.. Smoke Cannabis. High Times.. > Scanner .. Copy Me... // Go Home. Eyes. Bad.. Like Dirt On Meat..... Cow Mad .. No Visualizing !
electrify with high voltage, rhymes struck ur crap down faster than lightning
yellow jakets sting faster then lance biking........haha jellow jacket///lance
or fast hiking, like walking up mountain that's of your liking,
striking from all different directions like them crazy vikings
Fuck your U.F.O. sighting/I strike a fucker like lighting/Make you as dead as a viking/Is that to your liking/I write rhymes that change lifes/Throw a bee hive at your head and leave a sucker like 50-cent dead/
2 quarters left and da games about to end// gorillas in da stand,// clocks tight in my hand//Quick release slugs hitting teeth no retreat //at the end of 3 da East has the lead...
I got the real flow, eazy to me like eating a bowl of cereal/
i bend mics, get in lyrical pen fights, go when there is a red light/
My best trait, is still to re-create your fate/
hardcore like vietnam, im so tight i should be on cd-rom/
Someone please spit with me/
it can be grimey or str8 shitty/
macheted techniques things get messy in this episode, attack these clones in their own abode
prophet spits the rhymes that are precise and compact,
when you step in the ring its time for full contact,
Forget your contract,your fighting is out wack,Your bound to get smacked,By,James the prophet,and the person who is registered under the name,of,WU-Tang Fan,Lyrics are almost as powerful as the Wu-Tang Clan,Who,is the most,important rap goup in,History,They came out as fresh as,Listerine (T.M.),You might lucky,and see them in concert,Some Rappers lyrics like Little John are obsurd,But little Jon claims that he's not a rapper,The only other thing I can think of is that he must be a Tomas-crapper,Doing crunk but it sounds like junk,
Leave kids like without candy, plus wit chunks
When I dump, better watch out for the shraps
bloody the backseats, brining bottoms that boom, basically building barriers that bury bafoons/
I Got Cats In Da Street/
I Call Em Avenue Platoons/
We Got That China White/
Wrapped Up In Ballons
shave ur cats until furless
like u, they're quite balless
cant intimidate me,im fearless
fuckin spit on u cuz im heartless
Line 1002, still crashing the scene
crushing spleens with brass knuckled fists
knocking out drugged up fiends
Rhymeing to me be all business, i'll go farther then the average distance/