u 8 me, or did u mean to say u hate me/
cuz i rearanged ur fate G/
ur talked about but never spoken/
ur bitch says she dont fuck with other men, but her legs always OPEN/
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u 8 me, or did u mean to say u hate me/
cuz i rearanged ur fate G/
ur talked about but never spoken/
ur bitch says she dont fuck with other men, but her legs always OPEN/
ill peel ya wig back like a bald man in tha wind
black ya eye like window tint
wrinkle up ya face now u look like a finger print
shank u up like i left my stinger in
the stench of ya coarpse keeps lingerin
all because ur styles so ignorant
^^^ thats all im saying to u god PEACEQuote:
Originally Posted by White N Dangerous
yo son quit ridin pac n biggies dick
keep fuckin wit me ur gonna b meetin them reel quik
cause ill dust u like a fuckin sherm stick
and i get reel raw eatin human adrenelan glands
with the strength of 10 men doin the backstroke threw quiksand
nigga plz ur styles week like 7days
u quoted that fuckin shit son hahahahahaha
im a mechanial cannibal grab the mic like a animal
i got more rhymes than the sands of tyme has granuals
take hiphop over wit force like that nigga hannibal
me destroying u kids is enevidible and tangible
a trail blaza wit a tailored suit and a tazer
ur rhymes r minor league sun
while im hittin homeruns in the majors
im dark like darth vader
reel raw on the cross fader
my friend the pen calls me the almighty paper raper
shimmy shimmy ya shimmy yam shimmy yay, gimme the mic cuz all of yall are gay+)
each n every day pray my problems will go away/ growin up in q.u. can make a nigga deprest , when you cant leave your building with out your vest. i got sisters.
~mary jane~
I'll carress your stinky body//get u naked oh so naughty/
get u between my ziz zag sheets// makin love to u is oh so ~swisher sweet~/
I Foiled Your Antics With A Sprattic, Asiattic, Type Mind Tactic, To Leave You Dead Up In The Attic And Not Even Panic. Now Run Frantic, All Around The Globe, As My Flames From My Breath, Penatrates Your Ear Lobe, Leave Your Sight In Strobe, As You Die In Slo-mo. Life, Is Leaving Your Body Faster Than The Olympian Flo-jo.
Welcome To My Dojo, Where I've Studied Ninja Mind Control For Years. The Dragon, Has Come To Snatch Your Soul. Expose Yor Fears.
Peace...
No dragons in these neck of da woods//just hollow tips to fill your soul// and if thats not enough ni66a then i don't know....
Yo that little video or whatever you got in ya sig that fuckin hilarious damn she got layed outQuote:
Originally Posted by bushido
i know right, shit is funny as hellQuote:
Originally Posted by King Justice
A yo i got this poem might turn into a rap call'd oh zhit kinetic heres a lil sample
Obedience iz betta than sacrifice, Strenghth'n what remainz i thought twice
Concentration through mire lips recite soft sips, Done in split seconds i work wonders with scripts
A counter-attack prosper'd the perfect jab keen, I act'd quickly to this operation foreseen,
The unexpect'd delivery came back around, Anxious to show others i leave them astound, Diversify try to pick me from out the crowd, Kick things up abit you should of seen how i smile'd,This ancient-style move might come so smoove, I linger'd unto perfection by being kool,Where i stand in case of a jam will succeed , The spy apprehends the finest xzibit indeed,
You hear one line from a part of my rhyme, Always flowing and always right on tyme.
Im droppin lyrics so deep, if you didnt know better you'd think God 'n' Allah were givin dA meaning of peace...
ah.. ya bleedin I cease.. ya heartbeat n spleen at least.. stop ya breathin.. gotchya ya freezin..Quote:
Originally Posted by funkEbeatz
from cold flowz drop ya weezin.. broke nose opt to need stitchez.. I clean tha snitchez out da BX..
U seem vexed itz cuz I flex my humble linez then death ensuez like fedz fo lost checkz...
^ stop
Im Prso, this aint a rehearsal
flyin on my magic carpet with my mystic headband
Ballad Ballistik Oneline 6 Clips/
I Dont Dance Like Broke Hips/
Emcees With No Hits/
I GOT YOU SWUNG ON LIKE THE BIG UNIT..
IM A... LAB CAPTIAN....
MICE WAITING FOR THERE RATIONS...
OPEN YA UP,THEN CLOSE YA LIKE A CAPTION..
probe'n the outskirtz of my brain wave , a wift of this rave, i work my way around the spark thatz spectacular , a mirage ponders me vernacular , a bee bounce'n roun to yo flower i bumble ,breath control deflect'z edible responses humble, receive meritz fo conduct, the funnel of this hurricane abductz
In the jungle wit william draighton, get knuckled down for hatin, leave u playin texas hold em wit satin, a nucanse like ur chaffing, but pleez stop bitchin whore, ill leave u bait for what george bush's fishin for. .
escape is only one option i blow the walls down with my lyrical shotgun
Sick Phycotic Phyco Nuerotic Cant Stop It Dearly Departed The End Of The World Has Already Started Inner Snake Head I Chopped IT Topped It The Topic Digital Logic Killah Philosophic Face War Criminal Bombardments Trying To Comment The Comet
i come with big lines like a cocaine addict
your dome meets my nine, hide your body in the attic
tha whole planets gone bannanas/im swingin camoflauge katannas/from tha hand of god like hammerz/causin mad damage to ya grammar
solve the task,beat it in a flash,now where's da cash,food iz down to our last,don't try ta come with zhit from da past,put ya in a cast,
pull out my flask//henny lace the tip the smell makes me gag// Oh shit i think i lost my clip tripping//i should off sniffed a line of coke instead of drinking//oh! wait... now i remeber i empty my clip up in him//Now i'm spinning like my 22// i hit the curb so fuck u
One line rhymes the rules, so dont play no fool and say a whack 4 bars, i'm spinning ninja stars in your eyes, I laugh as the blood flies
ninja stars in my eyes but my third is still open/ i rip out your throat in your own blood your voice is choking.
ninja star in my eyes but my third is open/ rip out your throat on your own blood your choking
Dodged the jakes, in stealth mode, Glad to be safe.
blaze a stoggey to the ones who died b4 me
Phillies the one and only, don't immitate or clone me.
zone'in out bent from old gold twisted from the uh wop/ dress code: black fatigues, raiders hat upon top/
im the essence of the spot, you're cowards on the block-
better stop! close up shop, got power on the blocks-
close up shop... the block is hot like the metal in my jacket when i spit shots
I stop the bullets with my teeth, if you were at 2 finish lines, you couldnt make ends meet.
i like them redbone ladies get the digits hit the pussy meat/ to make me nut she gave my 12 inch python a quick beat/
retreat to concrete tactics that settle hard in the form of riddles