One line rhyme-bringin it back!!

We commandos who are trained to dismantle wack lyrical ammo
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Astronomical calculations, metaphysical transportations
Small are nations, in the outerworldly skies of our galactication

Wonder why I talk in riddles? It figures... my IQ differs
Double your own, multiply by the number shown... ∞

^yo shizzah those last 2 were illmaticlly original-
nice work bro-

a'ite, heres one>

on the PC keybord, OTB shaped like a pistol or a 7
so you might hear the metal whistle or an epistle from heaven>>>>>>>

Eleven Felons Pop Melons Of Evil Reverends To Hell Is Where We Send 'Em

bombs blown brains get shown open wounds
leave room for me drop knowledge in the womb enough to cause your doom/

You wanna get hyper by formin' a cypher//
Fuck that you still in ya diapers with tunes like streetfighter//

No1CouldBIlla betta not be barkin on my nilla Shizzah
I'll scissor-brand a Section 9 mark on his skin like the GZA

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Originally Posted by OTB

No1CouldBIlla betta not be barkin on my nilla Shizzah
I'll scissor-brand a Section 9 mark on his skin like the GZA

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Sickness^
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And The Only Cure Is Locked Away In The Vaults Of RZA

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Originally Posted by No1CouldBIlla

You wanna get hyper by formin' a cypher//
Fuck that you still in ya diapers with tunes like streetfighter//

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OMG DON'T MAKE ME LAUGH

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No1CouldBIlla betta not be barkin on my nilla Shizzah
I'll scissor-brand a Section 9 mark on his skin like the GZA

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DAMN OTB I'M SPEECHLESS SON

Don't make go back to the future
and snipe you out when you just a sperm in the womb/

You Get Smoked Like The Cigars Of Gorilla Monsoon

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Originally Posted by whers

You Get Smoked Like The Cigars Of Gorilla Monsoon

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damn son

I’m relentless endless like the next sentence
Trying to defeat my section be 9 divided by rest equals infinity/

Spitting against the chaos is odds
You can’t possible defy like gravity/

^^^h ha

likewise Sheepish--

karma blows when it comes right back at cha like baby food
i choose to lose elections like John-John McCain
what cha got left to expalin but why you got skin cancer on you brain/

Sheepish Lord Of Chaos Keepeth Hordes Of Blades Stored In A Dirty Way
Cross The God And Reapeth A Cache Of Sword Sweeps Across The Vertebrae