and bleed out all that bullshit you speak ya games weak like computer geeks i spit heat that melts fools ice you bet ,you pay the price come roll the dice get sliced cause im that nice yous lost like blind mice thrice
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and bleed out all that bullshit you speak ya games weak like computer geeks i spit heat that melts fools ice you bet ,you pay the price come roll the dice get sliced cause im that nice yous lost like blind mice thrice
times seven dont pass go, straight to heaven play a dude like devin this grown man shit what are you like eleven
duck down or 7up all kinds of barkin from a little pup trick said it best "Whats Up" Shut Up Man said best "Shut up before ya get cut up" now whats up
Peace one love
Shut up.. get cup up.. Now whats "UP"...
Up is a CUP and wrath with a Rope laced with coke for a burning whore that remained wicked, she was raised in Babylon Burning and still kicks it, in Amerikkka with tripple K's(kays) Home of the 13 States.
the home of thousands of empty plates children playn around interstates
children shipped in ~crates~ databases filled with ~jakes~ not knowing how to fight or ~escape~/
escape... fuck the escape they get mentally raped, scenes left without the yellow tape, the fight is over cuz my watch is outta Date..
Test your fate, while I analyze your charactor trait/
Judge you on what I see and decide if your worth my hate/
u got jerked, caught tryin to masterbate, "ill clean it later" tryin to procrasternate
im ill like busta bust and my name is dusk
i clean up cum like a hoover must
now dont tell me i suck
by the way i like in the butt
I dig deep, deeper than the earth's crust, i've shot you 4 times before I even bust
I tried to bust but my coochie went dry like dust
stay in dust like a death man walkin/in those days trippin//
make me a bad feelin/like when i make a drug dealin//
the truth im revealing / there aint no time left / untill the blood starts congealing / i must turn to theft
and turn back to your satanic sect, dont panic yet, im near your ridges im an atlantic threat, catch a bullet from this hispanic vet..
stomp ya skull in or damage ya neck, scandalous shit have a nigga scram for his set ,before my hand on da tek n hand'em a threat,
Stomping skulls simultaneously slashing songs hitting the bong like cheech and chong, I inhale the weed puff, I bought the cheap stuff, not tough enough made me coo coo like a coco puff
word up I smoke no boo boo I need that Hydro puff, smoke weed but stay clean like Lysol touch,one pull off tha shit that I roll, will getcha eyes low az fuck
with your eyes low az fuck, laced with crystal rock, and my pistol tuck, you aint hard to pluck... buck buck the nigga stuck...
Yo, S1 - I'im ready ta kill ya ,Sun - come back to tha thread wit the next best weapon...
it's Time To Kill Is The Season/and i make no more reason//
pull the trigger on the bunch/mothafuckaz i eat 10 like you for my lunch//
for lunch i munch emcees like a bowl of captain crunch
but for dinner i roll a spinner and just murder a beginner
my murder was highly destructive, eratic mic check static, steel instructed off the sliver it reflected, one single thought left your whole mind naked
you forgot the pie baking, your thought on my mind left my penis shaking, one move of my body left your back achin' when ya bones brakin
You dont call yourself mainstream, on the radio you cant be found
Its hard to radio spins when I put your ass really under the ground
shell the peanut gallery like shock art, egg facing my comps like bomb smart
leaving peers fuming like they brains fart, when spit brain water like the primordial start
then eatcha heart wit sequenced darts,heart shot koolaid,ac is fruit made, kooch n no ballz, da bitch nigga a bitch nigga get ballz to grow off, daz dat shit dat makes me go off, sum niggaz is so moist i rather battle a nigga wit no voice, chokin his neck till his face turn turquoise
dis possess no inch of respect, re we possess last mile facet,
come to press lyrics like compound spirit, dumb stress to hear it like unfounded dimwits
so listen up bitch, im comming atcha with more lyrical elements than the periodic table, ill run silent run deep and leave you gone with the wind like your name was clark gable
or the larry david sandwhich with white fish and sable capers and cream cheese to keep it stable fatal to his father time to go see the doctor
end finite wisdom like vision beyond the prism, where infra red and ultra violet be that schism, tri folding sound light and motion as dimension, creating six degrees to seperate the equation
code red the temple of darts is harzadous to weak Mcs that try to resurrect they bleek skills like lazzarus
word up peace to 'Dirty Bastard give-- respect on tha mic check 1,2 1,2 can i get a suuu- shame on yu wen you step threw to tha wu--tang corp forum, undastood,muhfuka get hated like pork in blu uniform in tha hood
Doing ~drugs~ while steppin on these ~snakes~/
no more ~love~ from girls means no more ~heartaches~/
its hard to progress in this game if you ~start fake~/
droppin knowledge all day
stone walls with the gall to bladder, like graffiti artist maul with letters
breaking convention through dissension, pissing on status like mace w/o flenching
i'll define any mc's rhymes in one line....UN-SIGNED shit....
but never mind this if you looking for signed shit, one of those ryhme kids who rock da MIC lit with my eyes slit da size of a millimeter & still on point when i blast da heater
its mano when poli, though the silly babble like folly
for stand in to the end, has them cracked to speak like polly
make heads state like lead then past for when look back last and i win,
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Originally Posted by nut_end
Ordinary lyricz more then bury- forcin spiritz- endorsin every horsemen- rapture "appearin az bastidz"..
Fear tha assasinz.. capture PCz 'lashin' ya H.D.- watch tha crashez.. bashin ya hardside..laughin..