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Minus Perfection I Practice Swinging
Vocals Slit When Bringing Sounds Of Trumpets Play Abnormal
Mind When Its Time To Ryme
Like Freeing The Blind
I Focus In Darts Puncture Winds Cut Like Wings In Skies
Clouds Portray That Middle Eye I Stay
Afloat Ride The Prize Birds View Sweep
Victims
Claws Pierce Wisdom
the expert in lyrical text merk, the next jerk quick to talk
gets serial pistol popped thru his sweat shirt and left in a cereal box
hearing a glock explode is similar to the sound of a crunching
skull when vehicular homicide is commited, punching
bull powered fist thru a competitor with predetor intent better invent
a weapon to prevent the menacing kick that leaves ya head in cement
devils and gents id like to introduce my explosive psychosis
that arose from hypnosis provoking my motive's mitosis
and notice im keeping my breath long enuff to beat u to death
with a legion of left handed people who sleep in 'jects
who seek respect by the being the best at freeing tibet
be nice bitch or an ice pick ill leave in ya neck
im type swift with the combo leave a 27 hitter
and my horizontal mambo got ya honey gettin fitter
zangief in the damn sheets im shaking they spine back
and raging cemen ya bitch for faking the climax...(AHHHH)
for a song called shoryuken im doing....1
lets flow trumpets blow remarkle blind side an emcee stay dum while create a fireball from wihtin fuck all of yall
see the bounce to the notes of trebles bring bass without instrumental words flow
while keep the tempo lets go
freestyle compile the list
on my shit list no vocalist could rip
that mic had to grab it tight recite
qoutes left
overboat while i soak in the winds
breeze
cathing feelings most of em stay behind boundaries
smokem the leaf
After The Climate Shifts Steady Arms In Cease
fire Whithin
i Inspire Reach The Level Of flows Like Windpipes I Strike Precision mental Visions Thought Of Ways Of Cure For Todays mantles Stepped Leave Flaws To Death swords Cut Flesh Blow Trumpets Came Quickly
moons And Planets Amoung The Audience I Sword Swing Life Slowy Reaches Potential
4 Trumpets Sound 4 Corners year Round
winds Touch Ya Soul watch How Gold Made From Whats Told
low Levels Made Birth
i Drink Water To Quinch My Thirst keeps It Coming
mics Abused Its Nothing catch The Onslaught while Captured forgot
trumpets 4 Winds
for Actions Battle Play The Positon Rihgt Grab That Mic Suicidal Conditions Word Through Premonition Flow On Admissions Fees Left Broke Jaws Give A Free Donations For The Occassion Saw Fortune
seek The Slit Throat No Hope Body Float Saw His Body Poked Flee Back In Bodies Goat Hornspoint Backwords Hazadous When Head Thrown
Sheets Filthy Written
scroll Lost Soul
walk On Earth feet Stomp What Is To Come For Which Came First from 0
lets Travel Amoung the Scene Swords Battle
trumpets Sound Corners Rush In The Middle
ofaction Death Plays A Death Toll Away Treasure Kept Sacred
till Long After Came
unlock Trust Manage See Lifes Handed Demanded 444 Higher Understanding U See It
yo Blow These Trumpets....
seek The Destroyer Defeat Imposters Seeing The Boiling Point Swords Cut In Intense Way How I Swing My Sword Today Slay Morning Comes After Your Yawning In Sleep Profound Amusement I Spent Too Much Time On Lands To Become Caveman Seek Youll Understand Switch Mics From Hands Lets Flow On These Skunk Figures Shitting Styles With They Ass Up Get Wiped Out No Doubt
blaaaah, any feed? just a rhyme about me and my mates, just battle track shit.. might add to it later
for all the drug takin/thug relatin/mistake makin/MCs/ this is your awakenin/
Bs/ breakin/rhymers rapin/burnin up the crowd like a cremation/
Ear drums be achin/ and shakin/ as our flows glide like ice skatin/
Cats be hatin/ remonstratin/ reppin their crew/ we say "you/ dont know who/ you're steppin too/ we're reppin-satan/"
To us their aint no debatin/ aint no equatin/
Cause like your girls last orgasm.... you're fakin/
forsaken Word Start The Body Aching Makeing
the Wrong Move With Headless Satan worshop Like Bishop i Stay On Angled View Knock Moves
how 36 Got New Improved King 4 Trumpets
cause Collision While Signs Peep The Vision Sequel Of Lifes Pitfall Sheep Seem To Follow Without Withdrawal be The Many To Rise Then Fall
swing It
I say yo, i'll drop 16 or so real quick
Never catch me outa style, in that way i'ma bullet
When the techs shoot out the isle, those profit pockets, pull it
Dun i lift more shops than weights, the shoplifter wizard
Movin wit more stealth than lizards, kid have u seen the blizzard?
When my system touchdown, the crowd won't cheer
They jus witness gun clouds, then mista disappear
If u wanna play hero, that lifeline'll zero
So when i come near yo...purse, give it up weirdo
Not jus men i stick more hoes up, than pornstars
You know what? i'm never shine'in, cuz them is loaned cars
I got the missin nukes of the soviets in my basement
So if i'm dissin you, best beileve i'll fix a crew...
Wit pavement, of they hometown real fucked up
Revist that shit in decade, an its still fucked up
Then i walk thru the streets like a tourist...
Speak'in wit much sickness, none iller, u suck bitches, cure this?
Never that...
while Ill Hit The Ryme Back On Tracks The First Take Be The Miracle Of Fate Swords Rush Through Signs Be The Venue Crews Dismantle Abused Mic Without Thought I Caught The Wind Freeze Flashbacks Of Iraq
let Settle Amoung Dust The Worlwinds Of Touch Your Mind While Stories Seek Position
territory Without Violence I Stay Spitten Retention Verbal Nuse Hang So Stay Off My Boots Laced
Flow type's low like, cinci rivers in july
Complex concepts make u flinch, like a trigger's in ya eye
Stuck in stares niggas get bucked in pairs, lookers be wildin'
Out character ya know.....like brooker T style'in
Known for a classic phrase, when the flask gets raised
Spit tipsi, the pen gets itchy, scratches the paper an hatches the caper
Smells, matches the vapor, of fat blunts an insence
Strong patches on acers, the make you wince
Catche me spittin rap phycology....proabally
Sell'in my story rhymes to crooks, blue prints of robberies
Big's imagery's great, ill like a fish in a cinergy lake
Stop for energy's sake, jus why pretend ta be fake?
Gold gunners wit "road runners", flowin thru "zoomtown" quick
"High speed" thinkin, its saturday, so go watch ya cartoons now bitch
Cook competitors on the regular, in my note pade kitchens
While the struggilin "artists".....is pushin nomad digits
I'd give u a "punch-line", but only if we was boxin
An when its crunch time, you know i be pullin bitches like oxen
Fun guns an funds, what is it?, hey its shadow me day
Influence the newest
My rhyme's appeal real, shit made the pastor pray
But i gave a masqurade an told'em i was jewish
Foolishly, he gave a smile an played like he knew this
My style plays ping pong wit a nigga "john's apples"
Then shanks wit spity razors, like u stole a con's snapple
Shity majors, get soned an educated by this minor
Wit body limbs sent in barrels, spreaded in the caro-linas
The pharoh, i swear yo, i'm finer than microscoptic objects
Million march style, when i'm jus walkin thru my projects
like the project i project rymes crafted in time lines
on tables of lost fables
plus they spitten yap tickets on trumpets the signs force nucleas like jesus thought
overwhelm like wise tales 4 corners
time is of the essence creasent moon present full when the womb from doom lands
lands taken while lifes span decrease
4 trumpets blow corners
resembles the iron heat sweat bodies lose calaries working harder for salary rents due
put in my work paid dues