Sheep The Reptilyn, armed mechnical man, check microphones one two one two
dead optics lead your mind in the tropics thinking it's hot a punfar
clone cars bone bars mostly to entice what you aren't/
Printable View
Sheep The Reptilyn, armed mechnical man, check microphones one two one two
dead optics lead your mind in the tropics thinking it's hot a punfar
clone cars bone bars mostly to entice what you aren't/
paired minds divided primes intecepts you decepts when we autobots rocking troupes
when you molten like lava killing emcees and drinking there remains like gava juice/
feast on entrails, lungs and spleen battered by fish-scales
cuff a fifth squared, bust a seam when my stitch flares
spin minds get defined like a new york time checking in how i chime
rewind the tape make the breaks skip a beat like these stutter emcees got two left feet/
leave emcees deep in their sleep trying to think to hard when they rhyme
i can simplify mine like algebric equation leaving those qued before they get viewed/
spit the cued roster, my eyes are two dopplers watching the countryside
blunts ignited, trust the lightning and not what the eye sees
deeds get horrid by the hellish task vastly erasing minds like disk drivesQuote:
Originally Posted by .5KutSkeleton
spit lives in the lime light making those tricky dick rappers get demoted like an STD trying to achieve it's GED when its stampped HIV to any emcee they done, like rice and beans, nah mean/
sit back in the tropics schemin'....
naw, hit raw streets smokin' top green while my cabbage steams in rusted pots,
disgusted shots run like snot bubbles on Roscoe while the gods watch
inside the blocks like hopscotch, we come together like croc chopsQuote:
Originally Posted by .5KutSkeleton
take out the city's top cops, 'n hawk their glocks at pawnshops
rhymes shatter as soon as you drop it dont matter the surface, lawn, pavement or carpet. yawn. next topic.
offered high prestige while lost in alcoholic dreams,
fuck Ciroq Kings for 151 reasons
call it treason with beatings leaving em leaking retreating coughing up blood & teeth
it's all part of running streets like slugs, drugs & heat from the police looking to put you in the belly of the beast
freed feast detested address what cha bested never halted minds be tops popped like pills and boobies outta tight teesQuote:
Originally Posted by $inista
my flow bleeds beats dry like vampire feeding, what cha eatting
it doesn't have garlic in it...i'm kinda allergic...muahahahahahah/
soul black as a burnt wick, blasphemous cursed script burst bricks
like bloodsport, wordsmiths witnessing guts pour, flood floors
play the cards you were dealt mind meld think your a vulcan when you can't even exit the barrier armed maker akron archer been an ohio floater cold kalkutta cooler killer back in my only form i know how to use like another ripper/
druggin liquor of stippers bound to get me some lovin quicker
we're skippin the fuckin dinner, so shut up 'n shove it inward