anything i spit on is hexed, call me da witch doctor, mic mystic wit magic you couldnt spell
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anything i spit on is hexed, call me da witch doctor, mic mystic wit magic you couldnt spell
repel/looseleaf/combat with/verbal weaponry/thirty five minus thirty one/reveals the chemistry...Quote:
Originally Posted by MenaceSkilledWitWiz
To fuck up ya dentistry like plaque or cavities, and corrupt the ministry with facts and casualties
if a rymes a crime, int the freedom of speech a waste of time?
nah cuz when you come correct wit ya rhymes you transcend time
like stop lights I go for mine, like Hiro I'm a hero that stops time, the friendly violent fellow, I ended the Genesis, when I turned the hourglass on the belly of the blackwidow
smack kiddo's, smash windows, spill polen
when i sting em, ditto, bringin back the genesis with Phil Collins
like KP an MC is my footstool, rappers stay crawlin'
fellet(sp?)-yall-when my sizzlin -spit- inflict harmful rays niggas lay in tha ditch
soul in my veins, power arranged, silverbacks attack wreckless, brilliant change, the tec checks this
Somewhat neglected, leaving imagery shattered
Only the mental energy of how you're living it matters
spit a dangerous tongue from the dungeon lung darkness shines well beyond a sunn
this is one for the ages, murks put in work blazin' lasers, the worst, a world of hurt is my chamber
With lyrics of anger, I try to teach the masses and if they don't pass it, then they repeat the classes
those able to comprehend audios and visuals, cerebellum molds an intellectual, 6 raised to the power of a square, 36 chambers shadow snipers dwell there, comb you out like crosshairs