Luther Large Lynguistics ( Official Thread )

From the systems prison to the freedom of streets/
i let it be known by talkin to jesus through my personal priest/
and emerge from the filth fully bathed and unscathed by the streets/
lethal evils i've managed kept my distance from a peaceful appearance/
hopefully i'll soon earn some respect for my perserverance/
protected with the usual guns and gaurded with knives/
i'm never unjustly although murder is a crucial part of my life/
i used to earn profit anyway possible keepin from broke/
while my mind was vined with coke seeds and weed smoke/
surrounded by poverty and my mind still seems to be rich/
but in the end that can't get me wealth so my body still sins/
it seems as if religion is outdated/
cuz the only laws and restrictions i followed i created/

Dominant gods and godesses oddysies promise garbage is farthest from who this artist is/



....this is a piece i'm working on and right now it is very scattered and not well put together yet but i'll be finished in a week or two....remember this is not really what it will look like when i'm done so b4 you diss it consider that........

but besides that do ya'll think i got somethin here?

any1

uppin

pencils and papers fataly turn to vapors and break up/
when conncected bout street credit to raise the stakes up/
i'm something like a made man hangin with kingpins/
i juke the federal placements and slang with a pen/
chillin in the basement spittin embracin my (written) favorites/
it's hard to remain tasteless when my breath traces a certain fragrance/

you got heaven and hell,the top and the bottom/
but there aint no in between cuz in between iz the bottom/i want it all

It don't make cents sellin dimes and 8balls to get a pretty penny
(deli) the point of the game is to gain fame through infamy
chemistry, blows ya mind kings symphony sing
pockets empty left 4 dead ill take whateva it bring

layed up (stuck) on my death bed but still knockin boots
we create chemistry in(side) the labaratory to clock loot

money is tight cuz i dont even have loose change

Insane in the brain plus there inner thoughts are foolish/
went against the grain with a tool they brought a pistol to shoot with/

Pick up the pen to tell the tale the page is spacious/
spit the verbal basis my face value is ageless/
end either shot or got us locked up in cages/
i'm gettin closer to heaven cuz my life is hellacious/



i (swear) i feel like sellin my soul to the devil to get my past back
but this direction is destiny and change can't be (touched black) (fucked with)

you dont want it with me my games tight/
step to this i toss up your wife in "broads" daylight/

Police report our names were engraved in scriptures
we draw pistols on all our victims with intentions to paint a picture
i clear the static in my cabbage
in a failed attempt to break the habbit
insane, i went against the grain....with an automatic



when he created it/
fuck it ive been deleted by suposed to be saviors/

dwellin in hell i puffed l's to help my mind clear/
and used grafitti on the bathroom walls to scratch down ideas/

plus it appears out in the streets the use of my linguistics is feared


fear of glocks and lead from peers who got deaded in capers this all in my head so i made it look better on paper


my pencils embraces many pages
and when the elders tryda tell me sumthin i yelled preach to sumbdy else/
cuz when i was truant from school i was out teachin myself/

i'm fed up with the bull cuz there aint shit on my plate/
life is filled with contridictions till i spit it on tape


i flaunted my skills to clock dollar bills

illin in the coke spot crushin up white wit custis and my cuzin
who beat a life sentence twice

when i bust skills midgets is duckin


Police report our names were engraved in scriptures
we draw pistols on all our victims with intentions to paint a picture
born the baddest i "i could rock a knot with just static" it's a bad habit
insane, i went against the grain packin an automatic







go against the grain with an automatic



ya'll tried to trace my steps but i erased'em (wit a pistol) (on tha dl)




exploded like propane with profane names helped to (but in a way also hurted to) mold my brain/
a thousand dollars astonished (astounded) the (my) foundin fathers/
while my friends slangin the basics/ aimin to get his cake up/
bakin there base while racin to get there papes up/
but i cant do no time cuz i'm already doin it/
i snatch the heart of an ace and club it to death/
fuckin with cocaine and conductin the soul train/

so i guess it's my turn to wake'em up from inside of there hell so i scratch the wall and wind up with chalkboard (stuck) under my fingernails


Yo you aint real u just run at the mouth why?/
the only heat u blast is when it's freezin outside/
ya'll need to give it up and quit fakin the funk/
just stop rappin only thing you spittin is dunce/
sendin a mixed message to youth fuckin there brains up/
the ignorances got'em callin all women bitches/
the message is wicked/
were all blessed with a vision/
but when that vision is blurred son the profession is twisted/
so wise up and dont blame shit on who the president is/
if u havent made an effort and tried to change the life of are kids/

i blast through the mass of scuffled unmuffled bastards
this be the hope for the future so do the math
i'm true to cash also true to the mass
but so many now is brainwashed bad so who to ask?
i walk the path and propose toasts holdin the hourglass
knowledge in raps is hidden i spit it right thru this mask
plus science has the vision for this system to fit my 3rd eye

My rep on the streets is hell son cuz i'm a fuckin demon/
known 4 rapin cuties when i leave'em spittin blood and semen/
guts leakin with a blast from the tech cuz i'm insane black/
last faggot to run his mouth got tied up to the train tracks/
spray the mac *chkka blow* i blow ya brains back/
front on this kid i hit ya dome with hollows/
known 4 takin more lifes than bitches who swallow

lethal since a seed my mother died when my father fucked her



pull out a pistol from my farmers gettin paid is my aim/
but as long as ive lived ive forbidden others to do the same/
sustain the familys matters and maintain health/
i'd be blessed to have a son and name him after myself/
hell this stress got me mad vexed (im) fed UP with the bull/
latley, there's too much shit on my plate see but not enuff food/
my pockets are thin son son of a bitch ive gone bankrupt/
forced to get a job while (im) tryin to escape the handcuffs/
this lands ruff 4 a prophet i try and find a way 2 stop it/
walkin the streets as the sound of change plagues my pockets/

time is money and money is time so we clock loot




and for the record everythin in this here post is just random shit i jott down nothin here is premeditated

Keep up the nice reads

i blast through the mass of scuffled unmuffled bastards
this be the hope for the future so do the math
i'm true to cash also true to the mass
but so many now is brainwashed bad so who to ask?
i walk the path and propose toasts holdin the hourglass
knowledge in raps is hidden i spit it right thru this mask
plus rythym has the vision for this system to fit my 3rd eye
rippin scriptures is listed the vision is from the birds eye

The scene is at the block we spread knowledge and build like tetris
sharks try to catch our vision with precision EYE burned ya retnas
villains free there fists and lay down pistols to get consensus
my mans caught up in the crippled abyss of debts and pensions


yall tryna get on top with dope beats but shitty lyrics and a lame chorus
i leave ya brain porous yall faggots otta be sprayed i cant believe ya'll act like gays and still get payed 4 it

for years yall been frontin now u'll be forced to stop it
it's time to make ya'll pay.....so gimme wats in ya pockets

i hail from a street were peaceful people be shunned
with a deagle beat'em illegal it's febel what evils done
born a free man on free land but still haunted by inner demons
born with a brain just got a fucked up cerebrum

Grab the tre pound i'm still fuckin with crimes/
i got lust for these diamonds so im bustin off mines/
off the chain plus i stuff the gun in ya eyes/
but *sun* i can't set(-tle) so it's a must that i rise/



i burned ya retnas

4 a pretty penny the point of the game is to gain fame through infamy

when i started this i just let it flow what ever words came to mind i jotted down and made an idea of it i'll finish it later but what ya'll think so far?

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Originally Posted by Luther Large

i blast through the mass of scuffled unmuffled bastards
this be the hope for the future so do the math
i'm true to cash also true to the mass
but so many now is brainwashed bad so who to ask?
i walk the path and propose toasts holdin the hourglass
knowledge in raps is hidden i spit it right thru this mask
plus science has the vision for this system to fit my 3rd eye


got us confused in the dome/
they say crackhouse and i say home/


when i started this i just let it flow what ever words came to mind i jotted down and made an idea of it i'll finish it later but what ya'll think so far?

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feed?????

u gat a real nice flo and your choice of words are tight!, keep it up...soundz good so far.....look up my thread an tell me what u think

The coldest breeds oldest seed was holdin heat/
to stop the nosebleed i pro-cede and get a closer seat/
witness # 2's a dope phiene smokin leaf/
lickin shots at bomb droppers who packs a pistol benath his armor/
shit ya farmers, battles like this'll get your heart throbbin/
and blown off ya feet like front row seats at a rock concert/


Kids'll kill to start from the bottom and get ahead/
pull out a biscuit and blast it to crack noggin like a fuckin egg/
brothers born evil in a litter of two shit on you/
they wip out picks that'll stick pretty figures like glitter glue/
police report there names were engraved in scriptures/
they draw pistols on other kids with intentions to paint a picture/

we draw pistols and trace over victims faces

every inch that i grow i get closer to heaven/
just think that makes me the only mothafucka to ever shrink/

i was listening to gza's 4th chamber while doing this it gave me the urge
i aint done yet but i need feedback

so what ya'll think so far?????

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Originally Posted by Luther Large

The coldest breeds oldest seed was holdin heat/
to stop the nosebleed i pro-cede and get a closer seat/
witness # 2's a dope phiene smokin leaf/
lickin shots at bomb droppers who packs a pistol benath his armor/
shit ya farmers, battles like this'll get your heart throbbin/
and blown off ya feet like front row seats at a rock concert/


Kids'll kill to start from the bottom and get ahead/
pull out a biscuit and blast it to crack a noggin like a chicken egg/
brothers born evil in a litter of two shit on you/
they wip out picks that'll stick pretty figures like glitter glue/
police reports there names were engraved in scriptures/
they draw pistols with intentions to paint a picture/

i was listening to gza's 4th chamber while doing this

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any1 got comments for this paticular piece here???

feed???????

feed????????

The coldest breeds oldest seed was holdin heat/
to stop the nosebleed i pro-cede and get a closer seat/
witness # 2's a dope phiene smokin leaf/
lickin shots at bomb droppers who packs a pistol benath his armor/
shit ya farmers, battles like this'll get your heart throbbin/
and blown off ya feet like front row seats at a rock concert/


Kids'll kill to start from the bottom and get ahead/
pull out a biscuit and blast it to crack noggin like a fuckin egg/
brothers born evil in a litter of two shit on you/
they wip out picks that'll stick pretty figures like glitter glue/
police report there names were engraved in scriptures/
they draw pistols on other kids with intentions to paint a picture/

^^^FEED??????....pleez

Always 1 step ahead I gain knowledge as i grow older
still to kill two birds with one stone i throw boulders
i told ya if aint got heat we give it the cold shoulder
shit is real my team got arms and hammers to bake'em like soda

fightin me dont make sense cuz ya wont gain profit
actually it makes a little cents just wont make dollars


step on my toes b4 i get 1 foot in the door

(this is just sum random shit im puttin down so i dont 4get)

Yo this prodigy study god degrees to flee from the sun
buildin up prophecies on why all my peoples phiene 4 a crumb
swords'll cease you like mideval it's feeble what evils done
and amigo i hold a deagle for weasels who wanna front

son the best of this stress gets me vexed (im) fed UP with the bull
cuz theres too much shit on my plate see and not enuff food

alot of mc's just run they mouths till they get stopped in there tracks