One line rhyme-bringin it back!!

The bitch couldn't handle the injection, now she's lying is the street bleeding, ready for a resurrection...

but nobody answers her call, scottie doesn't beam her up, the only thing that comes by is the morning pick-up truck//

pink duck equity/ red rum shivelry /visions vearin me /to slice up sociaty/ lyrically and spiritually

bitch i am your savior/ i am the creator/ your vearin visions will be blinded by my lyrical incisions/

lyrical incision cause by ectasy itchy touge, soaked red shirt laundry washed and country hung

but your not mel gibson, I'm the patriot/so get rid of your super soaker and come ready with something less mediocre/

fuck mel gibson im an unpatriotic lyrical despotic cat that play a sick joke on a broke folk to invoke a gun war so he can choke on ma gun smoke

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Originally Posted by lytro

fuck mel gibson im an unpatriotic lyrical despotic cat that play a sick joke on a broke folk to invoke a gun war so he can choke on ma gun smoke

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go ~loke~ grab ya ~throat~ ya know i ~tote big ~guns~ as u can't feel ur ~lungs~

but i can still feel the rush from splittin' my 2 wrists/its seerin' adrenalin consumes my mind in a shrouded cloud of mystic bliss/

I beat rhymes out you mouth your hollow head makes accustic sound as I bring it down to the ground

but i rise to the top without a flop/ i reach for the skies, propelled by my thighs while being sensationalized by weak mc's in front of my eye's/

reach for skies like a swimmer thorwning punches ahead and kicking down those who should de already dead, like a style formed free any angle registers as an approach but can't invoke the plane left broken down not broaching the crown

fuck punches, i catch you with the left and right hooks and smack ya with an upacut straight to the gut that sends you to the ground, unleashing my foot to your butt

Just shut the fuc up, tuc up yo muthafuckn jewels nigga/my tools aimed at yo heads, ready to pull the trigga

thats right bitch i am a jewel theif, enough to line the austrailian reif

cave in to me, cos u failin belief, failin to see/ima teach u thesis cos yo statements is weak

sorry, i'd rather convex then concave, but i bet you don't know a single word i can say,

word of the day, stray prophet, watchin koncrete drop it/god try stop it, try unlock it, while gorilla rocks this

rock what, rock it? like the anal vibrator rockit? bitch your the fag, with more room for cum than a vacuum bag

u make my shotty twitch, my wallaby grip, follow me kid/prolly swallowing spit, snitch is errbodies bitch

lol, im having too much fun with this shit. my mind is tired so im about to hit the sack. ill continue in the morning.

iight cuz.. hold it down yo... lemmi drop my last line i had waiting in the wings tho..

nah fuc it man.. sall good yo, i aint even gon front yahmean.
Stay crazy sahn.. yaheard, ima peep u on the flipside round highnoon..



Wu Forever n Infinii

i guess ill write one more...

ring-a-ling ding, the bell tolls high noon
it's time to put the straps on and holster the .22's

22's is ready to blaze, call it a day/slayin niggas like im smokin the haze, head ina daze

with an arsenal that rivals they brain cells, locked and loaded like the sperm in a semen pill, they too out gunned by the very thought of what
they begun, only course to bite they bullet so eat they words cause they bullshit and full of it

its old earth, mans word, stand firm and formal/I'll storm thru u niggas, like an open portal

blazing fire balls crawl from my hands i aint normal//masked bands yellow and black paints im imortal in combat killing man that lacks to advance the tortal//

As I hop the portal of time, my rhyme skillz increase, so much I got your soul about to release into the wild, like Chris McCandless, bitch I am scandless!


If you don't understand it, look up Chris McCandless. Or the book Into the Wild.

I C People Quick To Criticize.. But U Cant See. . My Imagery.. >. >. So I Shall Come With That Real Shit...


By The Way This Wuz No Verse.. Just Thought I Put It In Here.. So .. U Peeps. Could.. C .. U All Know Who U Are..

cos aint nothin realer than wu-corp, fuc wat all you thought/cos we the fam holdin down wu's fort

Wu's fort...

I played tennis the other day. It's my new sport.
Out of breath, like young lungs exposed to Newports

deadly ahh!!!!!!! i kills at will wit da wu sword
decapatatin hedz collect their orbs i'm da feudal lord

don't piss me off, bitch, or ill go green with rage,
my 2 green fists with leave you stuck in the stone age.

smoke more bones than dead bodies and cremators,
no remorse for fake snake faggots and perpitratiors....

im iron like Tony, heavy so no god could hold me/soul revolvin the globe slowly

yall oughta kno me, niggas worldwide all call me homie/schemin to ride my pony

lolx..


fuc this One line rhyme-bringin it back!!, king im swingin the bat/sinkin my teeth into tracks, thinkin of raps



I'll prolly jus keep on, so i beg yall forgiveness god

...begged The God, said im ready, steady rollin this thread/old earth gold kid, so yo it aint over yet

haha..



for the hundredth time, i press rewind to the beginin/and toast to tha post mos def, deadly like Lennon



"For the hundredth time, they press rewind to the beginin'/they toast to the wine, the juice spilt from Johns' Lennon" - GZA 'Fame'