Haha, thanks. Sometimes I just have to try and mirror his style. Simply magnificent
I think he does.
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what up whers-
what up hzahollow-
yo shizz, i wound up in the asylum again, so here we go-
next intelligence jewels, like Kasparov and Deep Blue duels
OTB move and wet irrelevent fools like Pavlov's dog's drool
collosal feuds over fossil feuls led to deaths in Iraq and Kabul
soon you might see me come thru rockin white wools on the back of a mule
WHAT YO, its a select few who can see me sunn-
peace-
What up, the god OTB. So I've been listening to Alphabets and decided to drop some shit. Maybe not making as much sense as GZA....
Always bringin catastrophes, dangerous escalation
Fly a galaxy's holograph, I justify killing and neck laceration
Masked Nostradamus, on point answering questions
Respiratory systems targeted under valuable westerns
Xenophobic youngster surprisingly zesty
Alabama Blast-sander
Catyclismic Disaster Ender
Forensic Gender Holograpic Inkster
Jack-of-all-trades King Love Murky
Neoclastic Oval Pinkster
Queen Releasing Sali-vicious
Trembling Uteral Vagi-licious
Xcitement You-God Z-delicious
Stay tuned...
Tyrael Pt 3 coming soon...
Fall of Mankind...
Basically, as Tyrael's war brought utter destruction to the world's surface, and corruption to human soul, mortals start gigantic-scaled wars. Tyrael is there to silence them.
damn
It’s the Buddha flower dro holder
Microphone flow scoper looking for beats to rip open like surgery/
I know y’all haven’t heard of me
What’s to be said when I’m giving y’all digi snacks/
I don’t need to be no G I spit n feed myself
Ain’t nobody worried about you/
Y’all like Bebe’s Kids who ain’t got what they wanted so they taunted
I flaunted lines I rhymed wit multiples 3’s viewing me on 6 flat screen TVs/
You can try n bean ball me I leave you in the dust when I bust
Making more seeds in raps than I got in real life/
Y’all just strife about not being trife
So you want to go out like da god/
Ain’t no stones being thrown I own the chrome
Leave domes open by the way I drop knowledge/
I got my lines like Pythagorean Theorem you try to divide e’m
I relocate them like AREA 51 I stay 1 and done with when I’m spitting/
Even when I wrote it I spoke it like funerals in arenas
Subpoena the best rappers for beta data capture/
Outwit cha like The Joker just so I can watch the world burn
I am not logical per-say I’m just that chaotic without causing static/
Electrical like magnets agitate most by my attitude
Y’all still ain’t reach my lyrical platitude let along you can’t even spit past a few/
My mind works like movie reels we always spinning, we always writing scripts
We always recasting flows like flicks, we always in production despite any conduction/
Mongolian Steel
http://images.elfwood.com/art/k/a/ka...ddy_hill_2.jpg
As I unsheath the sword of the great warriors
I swish and cut everything through the corridors
One level down, from the dungeons down to the temples
Secrets buried for thousands of years... unveiled
For 16 days I prevailed, like in jail, with no room for bail
No shield in my other hand, going for the promised land
Found myself in caves, with live overground graves
Skeletal stenches sting your nose like wrenches
But can't go back, don't know the way back
The fact is that the math doesn't work in this torture rack
I stick the blade in one of the walls, the walls fall
I run as fast as I can, can't afford to stall
I felt rocks knock on my bloody heels
Stab a blade in your leg if you wanna know the feel
The sword remained whole, crafted by Mongolian Steel
My shattered morale went back to pick it up
It was buried in the ground and wasn't stickin out
I moved the obstacles, stone by stone
I swore to blood and gore until I break my every bone
Sword skills honed, I go in danger zones alone
I saw a demon, gleamin, I saw death in his eyes
Silver disguise, picking up the sword of the wise
He summoned a fireball of catastrophic proportions
I ran without any caution, struck the blade in his thigh in motion
The ball of fire, it's power expired, he summoned a whole empire
I ran away, like a coward before a grave
A bloody path, made, for days paved
I took my stance, raised my steel sword, roared
Crushed my own vocal chords, charged
Everything was enlarged, the vision in the back of my eye
I knew I'd die, but why? I snapped with the battle cry
One demon fell, the second quick after him, then the third
I was flapping my steel like wings of a bird
Millions of demons still remain, the battle goes on
The queue of foes' long, I move strong
An arrow struck me, my whole battle gone
Now I lay there, dead... killed
With the blood shining on my Mongolian Steel
Shizzah is one of my fav lyricists around here on the corp.
allow me to scribble sumin down here tonight...
Thanks man, appreciate it.
Be my guest, this thread is open to quality lyricism. If you're down, maybe we could collab sometimes?
stellar drop Shizz-
stellar-
i missed the image tho-
you should find a painting or graphic that goes with this-
thats your trademark bro; the trademark i JACKED from you when i dropped the OTB and Prophet Picasso thread!!
but peace yo-
everytime i enter the asylum i get blessed with polished gems-
Good lookin out bro. Thanks. You know that shit my trademark.
But you can use it any time of day bro.
But... While I was writing this, I wasn't looking back. This is a new style. I was just imagining me going through that shit, and was just writing shit. Most of the lines fell into rhymes without me even using my mind. I was just... feeding off the line I wrote before. No looking back.
I'll hook this one up with a shiny pic.
Peace bro. Thanks for the lookout.
damn son u ripped it