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Coma splice the words you write
thinking a pause in ya thoughts/
is gonna spark something provoking
i'm lyrically open to any suggestions/
most youngin' is missing points
like Shaq's Freethrow joints/
get the flow flown blown wind
hindering my competition helpless/
think they need special education
one on one preferablely/
don't try n diss is you ain't nice
why don't cha audition for a comedy/
cuz ya rhymes ain't even funny
they can't even punch lights 4 money/
Archie bunker rhyme monkey
But I ain’t fuckin wit no gorilla/
Mind thrill ya hold cha deck check
The left I rep my chamber blaze rangers/
I aim swipe my blade cross faces notice
Me with or without lasers or star trek phasers/
I run the gambit back to the street level
Concrete I beef wit emcees lengthily I rent G/
Ape suitor rhyme logo hold cha team in a choke hold
Ghostly I hold my mic wit claws gnawing at cha jaws/
This is Black-n-Latino loco bone blaster castrating emcees
On cross or any iconoclasms wit mad plasma/
Charlie brown booster rolling folding
Never rev more RPM than MPH get prescript/
Shockey rocked the field shown the appeal
Weld that gauge wit two 40’s in the place/
Quicken the race taste victory oil spilling practically
Got caught leaking I’m patching machines drenched/
Run the bench pressed to continue the test
Never stick to being vexed I just chill n relax/
Catch contact bomb back cliché diplomatic
Wit immobilarity defying gravity/
Uppin............4 Da Squad
^ U make no fuccin sense when u spit dog.......
half ya shit be soundin forced. }:T
no style to since the rival be mince like meet in the feet the yard be hard like strrets have shardfs beat the down syndrome with guards like grills get slit like a bobble head to make it the kill go dangle like a stray angle can't find way when mangle directions leaving the you in disection use scapel like williams aopple pull the cord to the core get unplugged like gore no votes go conceed being late like apples with no seeds
DOJO aint bout posting "gangstah" lyrics manQuote:
Originally Posted by Aclikyano
gather some consiousness
hop off my dick bitch ass.... spit some lyriczQuote:
Originally Posted by TUCO
truth spoken Tuco good 2 see u backQuote:
Originally Posted by TUCO
Don’t get give ya hopes up n keep posting
Get spaded and neutered instead/
I make hands fold like you got blocked
By Michael Strahan dead lift wanna be’s/
Hit e’m wit bangers make there mind
Get welded where spots are melting by ganja/
Lyrically I export you from island to island
Like banana cargo even get past embargos/
Key Largo flows never sticking to walls like spiders
I flatten heads, hats & there ain’t no coming back/
Exactly rack mikes up on them XXL shelves
Delve back into The Source & Vibe’s/
Trying to get that Black Enterprise
Running wit in them High Times/
i started this thread and have some shit posted in previous pagesQuote:
Originally Posted by Aclikyano
read on (eventhough i know ima get shit talk from you regardless)
nah I felt dissed.........Quote:
Originally Posted by TUCO
I wasnt spittin gangsta shit... I was "exercising my lyrical skill" SON......
see..... If u werent so got dayum fast to POST and actually "FELT / READ" my post......
Then you will see I was "SHADOW BOXING" NIGGA...........}:|
take 2 minutes to read all tha MULTZ dog... how tha format iz....
thats exactly what I was doin.... EXERCISING........
IF U GOIN KICK NIGGAZ OUT YA THREAD cuz they EXERCISING (same fuccin shit as shadowboxing / practicing)... fucc u then.
RESPECT a nigga...... fucc.
in what kind of world do we live in
drivin' by presidents who better be livin'
in prissons, but that ain't enough, is it?
no it isn't but it would help allot
less wars, doors been opened with new oportunities
less poverty, yes in the comunity,
but that's just a dream like one of mlk,
yes i know, he got rid of the fuckin' kkk
feedback pleace!!
thnx
Shadowboxin' rockin' ya chins i never make amends
I just play position of hitman and slip the clip-in
Flippin' remarkable lines as crowds go wild, and listen
The mission to forever glisten, pump my fists like Pistons
Liftin' heavyweights throw em' off the mountain fate
My fountain flow incredible, as my lyrical aresenal
Peace Tuco, got affiliates from n.Y. to Mexico
Niggaz who talk shit, ya'll the next to go
these lynguistics are loco, as put cha' broke hoes in chokeholds
nice! keep up!
Aye yo,
Godfast for 7 days, Archangel thrown from heaven leading hell's parade
I hold the spade, and control the ace got a queen of every race
Bring ruckus to any place, touch mine and ya heads erased
Mc's get mased , and mugged and bashed up wit billy clubs
Dimes give me love, and plenty of tongue hit em' then i'm on the run
You shitty bums talkin' shit son, gonna be the target of my gun
I'm slum raised in my ghetto praised for my sick ways
Shit on ya'll for days, then smokeout drop ashes on ya face
Every beat i lace like boots, and sneakers, move wit the heater
The way i hold the Franklins, you'd think i robbed Aretha
divine forces, maintaining planetary orbit/
souls trapped in corpses, paralyzed with Rigor mortis/
I take flight like Horus, impale evil with horns of Taurus/
winged horses burning through demons with gods torches/
The Orphic Greek choruses enacting an anamorphosis
The immortal sorceress/ who battles tyrannosauruses/
If you too feeble, he makes ya skin poreless
Snitches struck down by tails of Stegosauruses
Enter A New Challenger/ Wild Strong Islander/ Mark Days Off The Calender/ Armageddon Is Now/ Respect The Style/ God Blessed The Child/ Expect Foul Play/ Yall Spittin Childs Play/ Nowadayz Soundin Gay/ I Cant Take It/ I'll Brake Ya Hand B4 I Shake It/ Try To Walk Amile In My Shoes You'll Never Make It/ Yall Just Insects In A World That I Created/
These emcees coming up these days
Ain’t potty trained, I body dames/
Who come wit weak flames don’t get douched
Similar shorty on her period kid/
Do it right or get burnt like every other
Sucker emcee who done contracted/
Every STD in the book look e’m up
There the definition of sonned n shook/
They get cooked raw wit no preparation
Tasting there bones n flesh simmering/
With just a lil dash of Sazón everything
Is right for a cannibalistic lyricist/
Making every emcee n textcee
Squirm, cringe n giggle from the shit I riddle/
Down ya mental crash ya motherboard n all her slaves
I whip MCs wit a strap when I’m vexed/
Don’t test what cha can’t best n that’s the Tech
Shining cutting through all ya fabric n lining/
Don’t try n converse wit extremist lyrically toxic
Mic concocter wit more phrases that cause severe abrasions/
Giving out more holes than gauges I put e’m down in pages
Backlog every verse then come at me wit n splice it/
Mentally they ain’t got any dexterity to dare n test
The Best Even Now wit multi’s that get going like #3/
Mc's need training their blasting awkward beginners aiming
Mainstream teams i'm maiming, it's me snitches are blaming
For not not restraining from slaying niggas way in the 1st round
My words pound heads in the emergency room, nurses don't hear a sound
Iv'e found influence off doing hits, biters get chewed, and spit out
I'm nastier from concentration during constipation puttin' the sickest shit out
It's my lane so get out, or you'll need dentures for that toothless mouth
I'm ruthless about how i end bouts, shadowboxin' contenders out unconcious
Throw chairs at their sponsors, i'm independent i can't be sponsored
Hip-hop's lockness monster got cha' , under deep water wanting breath
But my allies watching you gasp for ya last breath, demand death in the depths
revival ~ now its time to rebuild
how ironic the last post wasnt a holiday toast
independant my country stood but not on the 4th
that was just a document date read with laughs by King George
save the chuckle for the war, killed em off with militia
rakes and various tools used, not a pretty war picture
what matters is we won, last hurrah for the land
of the free and the brave, whip a slave, play ur band tunes
100 more years of peace, love, and baby booms
just a matter of time till yall feel the post-slave fumes
short fused black leaders step up to the soap box
proclaim a nation within themselves thru airwave spots
lead millions in marches from Alabama to DC
from PEACE to violence and down to east-west coast beef
the downfall of America can be best told thru heart
cause actions spoke enuff, look at us now, war has torn us apart
jus thought id hit with a lil throwback DOJO verse....this one i was pretty happy with, flowed nicely IMO
Creating creations that cremate heads that hesitate to make a spark
You know this water-proof mc rides waves like Noah's ark
Dedicating my darts to my peeps on the darkside, and victims of homicide
I'm living life amongst savages, still they know i'm not the one to ravage with
Grab em' then stab em' with the cross, destroyin' foolish hearts
My murder art is non-artificial, i'm lyrically artistic
Carryin' biscuits state-to-state, making emcee's statistics
Lethally spittin' venom to put all rivals to sleep, my tongues heat
Runnin' through 12 beats a day, slay all wit timeless wordplay
The Zen swordsman/ I see the light without distortion/
Holy spirits contortion your fortune like an abortion/
My mind flows/ with lyrical swords that chop through porcelain/
Enter my circle, you get cut up into several portions
Warriors of Odin/ show you death with sublime motions/
The god of poets/ twisting reality with narcotic potions/
Norse horsemen/ bury the wicked in seven oceans/
My words are potent/ with precision I devastate all opponents/
Asking if I’m too dirty Ah Ha dirty dogging emcees
Wit skills bringing pain look like a ravine wit brains/
Rafting on my shores cut cha umbilical cord
Leave you stiffer than cardboard box/
Ask me now who’s the hardest I’d ask back
Who’s the sickest most retarded wit lyrics/
Like this bang ya head against a tombstone
Save ya coins then you’ll be Donald Goines/
some crazy wazzy style 4 dat ass
ay yo....
shadow box rap packs genocidel patients
matter fact/
i'm losin' my patients...
with relations of fakness/
it seems like ages....
like wrinkles in yall faces/
since i spit dat dojo oasis/
soon you'll see darts.....
dippin' in ya city like immigration/
rome put one in ya head/
stop head fakin/
jewels slip off from the stick up/
i'm facin'......
Corpse Christy I spit, speak n say
Wit the lip speed you can only read/
Don’t think you can super succeed
The need to feed, eat, live and breathe/
I rhyme 4 more reasons entering minds
Calling it treason I’m telepathic n I’m breezing/
Developing styling wilding wit words I’m hiring
Firing on all cylinders lyrically I’ll kill ya/
Then bill ya for services you ain’t even use
The mission is impossible like Tom Cruise/
I don’t bruise mics I bruise your face
Loose the case, drop the charges/
Escape to Thailand my flow be flying
B-One bomb your crew think I’m not devastating/
Make a statement I’ll break it n reiterate it
Face it you lost the title I’m vile, sick n wild/
Bucky knuck your uppercut fuck da blocking
I’m cocking the nine to leave the bullet in place of your spine/
Then you know the meaning of getting on the grind
Split cha mind give you migraines take a pill bitch/
My flow be the Advil, Aspirin & Tylenol all in one
Think I’m dope better start call me Opium-Tech/
Don’t think I will never switch
On and off like a light switch/
Thinking you spit harder I pitch more heaters
Than a chick rocking a wife-beater/
i dart arks lost at sea
my flow you soon shall see/
spit fire best believe the rhymes
i retrive from the lost dart manuscript/
flip libs give e'm jibs i jab bang you up
extremely bad loosing so much blood/
you carve out a nitch in the ground
making sure it all isn't in the game/
you know the name lyrically i slay e'm
prey on e'm n manipulate e'm/
Destructive lyricisim got my mind shackled, as i spit the blind tackled
Savage stature of a master and massive dome blaster
Faster than the speed of warp, wasp tactics bring stingin' results
I'm part insect so fly lines i craft you maggots respect my darts
Specialize in explosive rap arts, uglier than facial warts
I'm done son, burning bandits to ashes on the fort
Quote:
Originally Posted by james
jurassic wit the sword,rap your neck up wit the cord,till kidz just hit the floor
now you got an open jaw,hack saw through the body like magicians on tour,
jagged teeth rippen in the flesh like the deadly life of jaws,rap applause
clap your paws for the oldist animal around,hear me laughen and gaspin wit that twisted cannibal sound...
cannibal sound...
pound for pound more profound you clown
cartoon money shakedown hangin niggaz upsidedown
money hits the ground the God ganks another town
if you drop anymore jewelz imma make a fuckin crown
Ya heard well, the fucking crown for rulin fuckin' town
But just make a wrong step and the kingdom's fallin' down
For the laughter you'll deserve to constantly receive
It's just distant noise of what you could be capable to give,
But don't go out, your presidency designed to be cracked
And kids off the project scream "King is fucking naked!!!"
Put cha scrilla up
My flow be flooding
Like Antarctica/
Shoulda, woulda, cloulda
But cha ain’t nice enuff too/
Ya just dice being rolled on the table
Pull ya card n I intend to use it/
Abuse it n miscue it now ya
Wonder how ya view it/
Whether ya at the crib or
In the library just go too/
Any site such as Youtube.com
Ifilms or hit search on ya toolbar/
Ya can Google the Viral Video too
My lyrical article spit mostly particles/
Divide words into principles
Spit scriptures turn e’m into pictures/
Now you can visualize enterprise
The rhymes I exercise n make ya realize/
Open ya third eye up n plug into this
Matrix n politic Nixon click son flick up/
I Bill Clinton the Black House love my spouse
I arouse flows that Kung Pow wit the Pussy thou/
Where's the rhyme scheme?
Call me R Kelly I piss on hoes, shit on foes, SPLAT
Wipe wit paper, aint nothin, I get on dough fast
Get on yo ass, flap ya lip and get hit wit fo' blasts
Flippin those packs, plus these fuckin bitches owe cash
Rode fast wit they batty ass, when they saw me last
They know I prolly blast and put holes up in that ass
Leave they hoes in body casts, swole up in that ass
Fags on my dick, barrel of a fourty fo up in that ass
Body bags in ya whip, you ride out in the trunk
I get brains bitch, and yours fly out, from the pump
Don't watch me hoe, leave that shit to the cops
Nothin but batty hoes flap they lip to the cops
Misconceptions, assumptions, he said and she said
Get the weapon, I'm dumpin, he dead and she dead
See dead people, yeah bitch, I got a sixth sense
Who is to blame, quotin his name, in the past tense
I can't wait to flip weight, and make my next battle a Kuwait fate
Cash the check-mate, and flash the cash in a pawns face
war-face warrior in ya corridor taping hard-core rapes
Track rapist packin' burners to blast prison guards face-less
I face more racists than Martin, though they love my bracelits
Give em' a face-lift Hannibal style, body em' blaow
And if they still breathin' i'll get Skale to stop em' out
I'm in the house like James Todd, the pussy gettin' God
Niggas act hard, til' i beat em' til' their retards
Use my sword to decapitate ya arms, b4 ya grab ya firearm
my firearm kills im firin on bitches wired on pills
you fakin ill im grabbin ya wallet to take ya bills
take ya pills, BAP BAP BAP, I'll medicate you
the metal hate you, it stay aimin to ventilate you
you stay talkin frontin like you was runnin somethin
but you aint poppin nothin and you aint cuttin nothin
keep payin no regard to what come out ya gap fag
they gon find ya fuckin body parts all cut up in a black bag
I bully mc's with clubs the size of hogans arms/
lose yourself kid, once i drop explosive bombs/
Don of the wannabe dons, dis me your gonna be gone/
iv'e been all around the world and never made the same song/
Ya reign was about as long as that cat Drag-on/
To competition i'm the sting of a scorpion/
To the corporate world oppressors i'm a thug with guns drawn/
Rappers make me yawn with their Dr. seus songs/
They perform rap forms to bore the crowd know all ya fans gone/
Rob you before you got a chance to hop in ya phantom/
i write home-town anthems, ya'll just chitter-chatter over drums/
about guns you never had, and models you never bagged/
screaming 'it's murder", and your an under-cover fag/
Bagged reefa bags big as an obiest bitches belly/
kick a hoe in the face, if the coochie-coo is smelly/
niggas soft as Nelly, grill me band-aids on faces, make em' eat erasers/
Tuco where you at God? My garments are known to contain razors/
Players we spray ya while ya playing sega, i'm an ol' school rap major/
In the game gangster, documentaries of wanksters get burnt/
Units get turned out in Rikers Island. mad niggaz rockin' a blouse/
Never me my hands dirtier than the Bush Clan legacy, break knecks down south/
Slang raises the bank account, i buy hot wheels with hydrallics that bounce/
bounce an ounce, i flip bitch, call me an acrobat
call me a phony wit my dick in yo bitches trap
dont call me a homie less u made to show for it
if u see me wit a chain, i aint paid no dough for it
you so poor eatin dog food 3 meals a day
i roll up wit them bananas and peel away
must be feelin gay, on my jock stealin my ways
i let u feel a spray and bitch it wont heal in a day
see me wit the yay, believe it aint for this nose
how u bitches think a mothafucka paid for his clothes
i wont cave for these hoes, bitch im seriously pimpin
what da fuck u did in that telly mayne? u seriously limpin!
lyrics be written copyright, 86 My Fuckin Dick
probably got HIV, i make ya chicks all fuckin sick *;
james and I eatin hater pie, YUCK :r taste like lies
that kinda sorta bullshit, believe it was made to fry
Peace Shrap.
Fry mc's like chicken that's kentucky fried, homicide wishes to niggaz who ain't allies//
In my aisle lies these internet wannabee mc's that try to bring it so live//
I flow like heavy rain pour, whore i'll damage ya glass jaw with one smash par//
I asked all shit talkers to stay off my cock, they refused to stop so know it's war//
let's settle the score as i shit on these poor, perverted, pussies/
Saying i'm a get robbed kid, a fuckin' thorn couldn't stick me//
My additude witty, and unpredictable like the Wu, these missy acting niggaz my fists will sock it to you//
Intelligence they lack is obvious when they talk it's a damn shame//
They claim their unfuckwittable, so fuck it i'll get political and my campaign is puttin' a slug in ya brain, and scatter ya brains in the hall-of-shame(motherfuckers!!)//