... Those who knowledge of,
And have the power to face me...
Are purified in the fires of my love..
And you will never replace me...
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... Those who knowledge of,
And have the power to face me...
Are purified in the fires of my love..
And you will never replace me...
Lesson 4, flight of the culture bird... wording in 40 octaves, Aunt Mimi...
I is having visions, 10th Chamber... Brooklyn Zu it's True (Cypher)...
Recognize Osirus... is you zombies cognisant, I say we gotta organize...
From the get go, it seems like we're the ghetto and this is poor-folks, politicians and street merchants... in a trance, taking a chance and what not... When really, we're reality and this is the universe...
The human god, pyramids before the dinosaurs...
The manifest heavens of stars... threading table's 1st course...
Corny shit.. give me a break
Take a break, you brittle... Broke off...
My jump off... I'm not your average you...
I guess that bothers you...
You corny crop of mine, I mix you with my rice...
Go some-where kid, run... fall side-ways like a hyphen,
and dash, attached to the back of a truck...
Yeah, I repeat... go some-where and talk about a gun...
While my needle shot you... try it...
I already poison you with your diet...
Can I tell you a story about a bitch...
Yeah you... bitches is boxers & pits...
... Good for you... thanks for the nothings...
Kerplunk, you're in my speech-pool... sinking...
It's really very cool... it's true,
my hornets have more respect than you...
You attack and viper makes you stand back...
You're hyper and, suddenly, they all stung you...
Threading you... and wrapping and wrapping you,
Weavers of your tangled web, your own deceiver...
I repeat... bitches is pits & retrievers...
Once upon a time, you's lost in The Inner Minds' Echo...
You grasp it... it's hard and you can't let go...
Stuck in a vegitative state... I leave you in stitches...
When I hit you with a bong, going boing...
... And it serves to stop your twitches...
... Flows examples, fine examples... here's a taste...
Place to place a smile on her face... pearl paste...
Lyrical gum, a mix of amalgum... what a waist...
I needs to spend more attention in your space...
It's why I shot you this dart... fine as you is...
I seed you with my kids...
When I's first up in your scene...
Seen... A clip of you takin'g your 1st sips... of this...
Tea cup sparkle off your grill... You's a big girl...
Smellin'g fresh, lookin'g clean...
Bitches even barkin'g at you...
I'm the one that says you're milky,
And not the average honey...
You throw a lesson at me,
When I'm throwing lessons at you...
Fresh lemon juice & a tea spoon of elderberry syrup...
I match you, callin'g you and raisin'g you...
Stripin'g you & wrappin'g you in leatards & styrups...
& stuff... the raps of retards ain't phasin'g you...
... Repeatedly engulf you, the bling gauntlet...
The 12 jewelry, moon of antiquity...
I flaunt you... to the mirror...
My want of you is haunted...
... And I take you into where
I am the only path to you...
... And I make blades careful,
Talk prayers, rites & rituals...
2 cups of Lemon Grass...
3 sips of honey...
I wrap the honey up...
She's my ancient mummy...
Use my measuring cups...
or my science glasses...
With honey, I stay havin'g me...
A certain type of tea...
co-sign does he just sit down and try to be deep??? and then leave does he think he's masta killa or some shit?Quote:
Originally Posted by Kanha
Get 'em... You old Jimmy the cricket...
Get 'em... stuck, held behind... tryin'g to skip it...
Get 'em... lost in a loop, stupid...
Get 'em... Dumb how you rhymes like the ink of my cum...
Get 'em... I took your tramps and looped it...
Get 'em... Def & blind, I repeat: you ain't seen or heard nun...
Gatcha... party pusher...
At your brain dance, cripple...
Heal your spilt blood flow...
Wash it down with ripple...
And piss you shitty bitch..
Don't forget my piss...
I repeat... Don't worry, you won't...
Cause it's in your daily dish...
I'm still got you, when I did the rite...
For your blackness...
Bomba ras, pussy clot... full of slackness...
My tripple shades are fading you into
A brand new, smack you with this old shit...
Repeat my 4-9-3-11 down your throat, snitch...
What the fuck? Dude, I respect knowledge and shit but seriously...you have no form, you barely rhyme and just because you think representing a letter with a number is cool, it doesn't mean it works in a verse. Maybe if the numbers rhymed with something...I dunno.
For example:
I've seen plenty son, B you headin'
To me you 19-21-3-11, you leadin'
The mineral not the status
You sinking in your act as baddest
co-sign o and acid hit up the support WTC artists wit a dope verse sowe can livin up this part of the forum.Quote:
Originally Posted by AcidPhosphate69
Thread lines, remove your blood lines... Victim,
You hesitate, knowing your insight is confilctin'g...
You respond like a rectum... light-weight...
No scale for you... Petty-ass pretending, failure...
You fail at fuckin'g with me... I repeat...
You hurtin'g me, is flirtin'g with me...
I haul your tail with your tongue...
& drug you through your fucked up brain selection...
You're stung, while you're hung,
Threads of ropes...
I slice you punks, bloody cantalopes...
12/12, its sounding ill
oh shit! the Godz is here! Thats what ya'll wanted and now ppl dont believe. Aaahahahahaha!
ill.
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Listen, I have no religion, I spit on your descisionQuote:
Thread lines, remove your blood lines... Victim,
You hesitate, knowing your insight is confilctin'g...
You respond like a rectum... light-weight...
No scale for you... Petty-ass pretending, failure...
You fail at fuckin'g with me... I repeat...
You hurtin'g me, is flirtin'g with me...
I haul your tail with your tongue...
& drug you through your fucked up brain selection...
You're stung, while you're hung,
Threads of ropes...
I slice you punks, bloody cantalopes...
Christen yourself the Christ, dude, I'm twice as nice
Concise and to the point, I splice fire with this joint
Burn like a false prophet, Learn to rhyme or stop it
You belong beatin' a bongo, sing-a-long, forget how the song go
I respect those who know the ledge, but flow with that pledge
You just jumble together jibberish, jabberin' just like I give a shit
Now, as I finish it, and my tolerance for this is diminishin'
Your style you be reliquishin', to somebody more destinguishin'
... It's Me, I'm him... and you're not...
but you are in my confession booth alot...
And I got you like a womb full of you,
Is full of shit... Stuff your fuckery
In a bottomless pit... boy...
I repeat... the God knows
You're a bitch boy...
And you pride yourself in ignorance,
Only your ego'd enjoy...