"show These Crabs How To Rhyme Thread"

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Originally Posted by J.T.S.

Big up Fam, Sheep, and Noel

Bringing down the house once i cave the roof in
Watch opponets get booed off stage, for lyric boosting
Conclusion moving mountains with mad momentum
Last man stand at attention, fists clenching due to tension
Punch victims, hump wisdoms, til they withdrawl from spitting
Splitting heads in front of feds, the loot keeps my babies fed
My influence spreads deeply, from Beantown to D.C.
A nigga with an additude, so how can i be eazy??
Sleezy slum trash bitches couldn't get a treat to tease me
I'm greasy, for sheezy, the gun cats pack be B.B.'s
Get money leave me alone(a loan) or get seen street
Once i release on a thief he's in I.C.U. for relief

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It’s the masta blasta technocratic
Masquerading in ya gym locker/
Flow flicker rip mic hogger
Throw backs out like NFL Jerseys/
Emcees don’t get worried
I ain’t stealing your honey away/
Cascade face ya fillet my grime time
Align mind wit telepathic lines/
Predicting rhymes is my specialty
Given the proper weaponry and familiar flows/
And I can glow in the dark like I’m the Green Lantern
After facts you do the math when graffiti get graphed/
Blast off the instructs I deduct ya cost of my funds
Duck these bars and start climbing up the ladder/
I pitter patter rhyme n scatter face the fatter
Batter up I’m next to rep settle ya steps/
Whether you in cement blocks or mud made homes
I got clones all over the place like Star Wars do/
Eyes may shine, devils may grind but death will soon rise
Heaven never lies fetch the flies, I’m lord of the rhymes/
Gravitating to the bars I write magnetic intercepting any module
I come in and never coddle ya lines are weak and somewhat horrible/
Cannibalize emcees wit empathy
Weaponry be secondary /
Wit educated burials deading all these 50 emcees
Making them forty-nine causalities/
Embattled wit brail rating my levels wit chi-energy
Jack Dempsy these suckers wit sole construction/
Concussion busting mics wit solar strikes
Flaring up like flames wit more oxygen/
Consume your vitals wit diseases on beds we peeing on
Bleed cha intestines out so I can rhyme about the danger/
You fade where the beat and the vocal meet
Only producers like Primo and Madlib/
Can give me the extra umph to pump it up like Arnold
I’m cold as a savage mastering ultra kinetic packages/
Blasting multiple rhythmatic syllables giving you contusions
When I’m bruising the English language so don’t drive while using/
So when I decide to rip you can call me another ripper ripping
And flipping multitudes of vocab that’ll take a stab at any man
Wit a microphone in there hand trying to be the next Stan to get canned/

when i grab the mic, i open ears like gauges
elevatin your minds with rhymes and metaphors in small stages
that scrubby white boy representin the jersey slums
everybody got they piece of the pie, i'm rummagin for the crumbs
but i'm ready for whateva man wheneva the time comes
i'm just tryin to get heard and elevate my funds
so i recite these street scriputres while the beat still drums
a puppet on the string of the weed that made me dumb
my words are droppin like bombs, explode then mushroom
and leave the whole scene bloody like v tech classrooms
I aint never leavin the game, man i love this art
how the hell am i gonna stop? i aint dick cheneys heart

Hey Fam,heres a short freestyle to Mef's Uh-Huh Remix Intrumental that i just posted in my notebook...

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yeah, yo...

I mock all combatants at notorious armageddon events
Trailing mellifluous grape lines that stew up and ferment
Inventing new vocal shapes for you to try to relate
To what i gotta spray, I switch poles like i'm running a relay

Crack ya dome wit the chrome batton, watch me strike ya ass home
Microphone rapping tome as i roam, holding my head as my own
Wu-Tang have shown me the unknown, spirits wrapped up in balms
Glowing in sight, testing oppresive ingenious neutralistic bombs
In futuristic qualms, we fight with the might of mecha ants enlarged
As I bombard, I leave ya scarred cos my rhymes are fully supercharged
Don't disregard my devine service or i'll catch ya mind off guard
And watch you repel cos your force is neg-a-tively charged

My main aim is to maintain my delicate state of my brain
Cos my thoughts travel faster than a japanese bullet train
Searchin terrain where i obtain the rights to conquor domains
I discover new campaigns that phonies cant seem to contain
Overshadow'in and blood damagin, breaking fools, then unraveling
Spools with tools, I break all written rules, without travelling
To any state of grace, My verses enclose my surreal magic
My life's goes from strength to steel while yours stays sad & tragic

I mock all combatants at notorious armageddon events
Trailing mellifluous grape lines that stew up and ferment
Inventing new vocal shapes for you to try to relate
To what i gotta spray, I switch poles like i'm running a relay

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DONT TALK TO GOD MAN, SNAGGLE SNAP YA WORD SLANG
BING COSBY SUCKIN LOLLIES WHITE MAN, RING BACK
SLING CRACK HOMIE ROBEY LONELY BLOW ME KENOBI
STRAPPED MACKED YA MAN SACK LIKE SAND WARRIOR GARBAGE WORD!
TUEN YA PHONE DOT PUN SLUT ON YA FUN FUCK
SLANG GOD PISS ON YA GRAVE ZONE BLOOD PISS COLONE FOAM BUTTER
NUBBERJACKER FUDGEPACKER MOUTHBLASTA
CATSER CASTRO VECTER CHARTER NIG LIFE NIGGERATE STYLE NICTONE SMOKESCREEN
SANG SILENCED YA UNCLE MAGICK TEAM

WHAT!!!! WHAT!!!! YOU CANT FUCK WIT DA SLANG GOD

PIpi UP IN DIS MOFO REPRESENTIN

Leg For Your Arm Shallah Mullah Gully Brother Smother
Butter Ya Dads Cutter Left Limp Leg Rushin Poo Trflon Crime
Who Steed On Dimes Tossed From Ine Tree Power
Nig Shower Sever Flowers, 44 Angel Steps To Mr Power
In Brooklyn Baby Mother Got Game Sooo Tight, Pain On Mic Time Wipe Smile
Pipi Hittin Bong Pussy 12 Year Old Da Maximum
8 To 9 Is Cool Iam Crackin Em Flower Power Deflower Flour Heads
Thunderfuck Ya Head Cornbread 34 Street Nig Feet Tem Tweet Suite Pete Bog
Fog Smog In Your Log Cypher

What !!!!! What!!!!!! Pipi Hitten Dem Hard Lines Like Shallah Shallah Rae God

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Originally Posted by Pipi Thunderfuck

Leg For Your Arm Shallah Mullah Gully Brother Smother
Butter Ya Dads Cutter Left Limp Leg Rushin Poo Trflon Crime
Who Steed On Dimes Tossed From Ine Tree Power
Nig Shower Sever Flowers, 44 Angel Steps To Mr Power
In Brooklyn Baby Mother Got Game Sooo Tight, Pain On Mic Time Wipe Smile
Pipi Hittin Bong Pussy 12 Year Old Da Maximum
8 To 9 Is Cool Iam Crackin Em Flower Power Deflower Flour Heads
Thunderfuck Ya Head Cornbread 34 Street Nig Feet Tem Tweet Suite Pete Bog
Fog Smog In Your Log Cypher

What !!!!! What!!!!!! Pipi Hitten Dem Hard Lines Like Shallah Shallah Rae God

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Yo dude make your own thread or something cause i don't need this wack shit in mines!!

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Originally Posted by Pipi Thunderfuck

Leg For Your Arm Shallah Mullah Gully Brother Smother
Butter Ya Dads Cutter Left Limp Leg Rushin Poo Trflon Crime
Who Steed On Dimes Tossed From Ine Tree Power
Nig Shower Sever Flowers, 44 Angel Steps To Mr Power
In Brooklyn Baby Mother Got Game Sooo Tight, Pain On Mic Time Wipe Smile
Pipi Hittin Bong Pussy 12 Year Old Da Maximum
8 To 9 Is Cool Iam Crackin Em Flower Power Deflower Flour Heads
Thunderfuck Ya Head Cornbread 34 Street Nig Feet Tem Tweet Suite Pete Bog
Fog Smog In Your Log Cypher

What !!!!! What!!!!!! Pipi Hitten Dem Hard Lines Like Shallah Shallah Rae God

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Originally Posted by J.T.S.

Yo dude make your own thread or something cause i don't need this wack shit in mines!!

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LMAO :lmao:

Hazardous waste material i incinerate, biters i incriminate
Bust double barrels on brothers, menaces get the boxcutters
Smothered bodies get covered with white sheets
Remains skinned to the white meat
Using flare guns as matches to light streets
I fight weak, and strong fleets all at once
Some of those cunts tried to front, trying to buy my jums
21 jump street scum bums, running like bunnies
Their rhymes belong in the funny pages
They carry fake guns on stages
Ages are legal, catch em at the bars acting all regal
Bud light their heads in front of their shocked people
Peep hoes carrying their work always looking smoked out
Cops put em in the can caught em with the coke out
Motor mouth snitches always telling something they witnessed
Battered, then bruised idiots still begging for forgiveness
God couldn't save you even after death your'e labeled
A loser, wrong choice chooser, sent em to Medusa

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Originally Posted by Pipi Thunderfuck

Leg For Your Arm Shallah Mullah Gully Brother Smother
Butter Ya Dads Cutter Left Limp Leg Rushin Poo Trflon Crime
Who Steed On Dimes Tossed From Ine Tree Power
Nig Shower Sever Flowers, 44 Angel Steps To Mr Power
In Brooklyn Baby Mother Got Game Sooo Tight, Pain On Mic Time Wipe Smile
Pipi Hittin Bong Pussy 12 Year Old Da Maximum
8 To 9 Is Cool Iam Crackin Em Flower Power Deflower Flour Heads
Thunderfuck Ya Head Cornbread 34 Street Nig Feet Tem Tweet Suite Pete Bog
Fog Smog In Your Log Cypher

What !!!!! What!!!!!! Pipi Hitten Dem Hard Lines Like Shallah Shallah Rae God

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OMG this is too funny but JTS right make ya own thread duke
1

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Originally Posted by J.T.S.

Yo dude make your own thread or something cause i don't need this wack shit in mines!!

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yo pipi fucknuts, stay outta J.T.S catalog with wit that wack sh-t
WD-40 sniffin mufucca

lmao

I'm try'in hide my depression from my mama
Conceal'in a deep secret
Hope'in she ain't creep'in on the other line and peeps it
I'm seventeen struggle'in to keep my see-saw straight
Friends, work, school,-a three headed beast you won't fool
As i widen my circle, i lose control of my behavior
Skipp'in classes, late night car crashes, then at last its
Obvious to me that in that simple life there's no savior
Only clashes between hated good and loved madness
I get the blame'in,
Maybe my dad could have guided me through explain'in
Instead of gett'in thrown in this fire with smoke rain'in
But my siblings came up with out theirs, thats my inspiration
Watch'in steps they took and take
Learn'in how they shook the snake
I think i'm see'in my way, move'in aside blockades suround'in me
At the same time those road blocks are talk'in down on me
I'm tired of the verbals,
I wanna take it to the top and end it quick
You realize a picture and frame ain't always right just when it fits
Fuck it, i don't got the time to be mad at the world
Try to let issues pass by, and when the pistols blast, cry
I'm feel'in the pressure more as i bottle it up
Flipp'in when i get pushed over the edge of a black hole
I fall in it but,
I'm find'in new ways to pull myself out
Its like beacons of light, when i'm lost in a dark sea of doubt
Self motivation'll pull me through, no more wish'in i could be you
Choose'in my own trails to follow with only a couple role models
I see the callow, makes me want to offer my little point of view
But even if they think about it, its gone after a joint or two
That just adds wood to my flame,
This crazy shit makes it hard to aim sane
But i'ma make my self more than equal
As they play that same game
Which is a shame, my upcome'in molded my brain's frame
And i'ma fill it up with what all i need to maintain
Its time to change

JTS, ya better watch or your thread will get corrupted by assholes like pipi thunderfuck or ball-lickers like sheepish....:mexico:

I get bitches buns abundantly, bone em adamantly
Aggressive dime aggressor, the diva dime undressor
Sex successor, put em to sleep when i apply the pipe pressure
Treasure the moment, and momentum..the vagina carresor, and blessor
a kodak moment to picture, the big booty twister
Best friend boned his sister, she gave my cock blisters
Sex lasted longer than bible scriptures, didn't kiss her
Don't know where her mouth been, ya'll know women
And what they like to get in, me tricking that's forbidden
And good riddance if my family jewels are ever bitten
Leave her smitten after i'm done hitting, i guess i'm unforgiven
I don't throw g(game) but when theyr'e at the lab they start stripping
I start tripping, which leads to foreplay and clothes ripping
i'm not a pimp, but somehow i make these hoes give in
And don't give em a cent, but my sweaty ball scent
If she's a duck first i gotta get bent before i bend her over
And if the clit smells like sewage the bitch get kicked the fuck out my rover

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Originally Posted by Fermi Paradox

JTS, ya better watch or your thread will get corrupted by assholes like pipi thunderfuck or ball-lickers like sheepish....:mexico:

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yo Ferm what's cha problem son, i have mutual respect for cats on here whom i admire there work so why you hatin i never swung a dart your way so why the hate son

Gimme a good beat put the shit on repeat
And watch me show yall who’s sane like Hussein/
Blazing flows laying low collapsing domes wit dope flows
While yall are busy blowing smoke and mirrors/
I’m appearing vicious wit swords that never switches
Spit it delicious while yall emcees are just cheese cake for Diddy to remake/
I break any band made with approiated aide and sufficient funds
I run the throne wit arms and hammers without all the glitz and glamour/
Slam dance jam ya mama wit the dick I used on ya sister
Spit wicked ham hawk kick it while fixing the ticket/
Flip those gimmicks wit local limits pass imposing threats
Giving you thoughts without shedding light on what he or she bought/
I’m undetectable like any paradox you cannot pick pocket
Or mock the science behind it when you rewind it/
So when ya crack the bank and make like a bandit
I’ll come claim it like lottery winnings recently/
Spit it so vehemently you emcees can’t even meet with me
Publicly your all fat bastards like Mike Myers/
Come to perform, ya prayers are
Like Ben Stiller on Meet the Parents/
I battled in the tourney and lost but
I didn’t loose my pride instead I got wise/

i'm just pulling yer chain sheepish...its all good bro :mexico:

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Originally Posted by Fermi Paradox

i'm just pulling yer chain sheepish...its all good bro :mexico:

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NO HARD FEELINGS FERM

fixate ya eyes on these words that are just free flowin
and im typin up these verses, i could keep on goin
i got nothin better ta do so i just keep on showin
these crabs how to rhyme, fuck all dat silence is golden
my vocabulary fill ya heads to they maximum capacity
who's steppin to Toxin? no ones got the audacity
I'm that kid from the jerz, i stay droppin them verses
all of the top of my head, i got no time to rehearse this
free form lyrics with no form at all
sprayin and disinfectin hip hop like some verbal lysol

No emotions when I'm roasting camps on open fires
Tree toking sire any opposing rhymer gets lit with this lighter
Doing fatalities tired, hit man for higher that left em fatally fired
No umpires in my empire i rule with a fist made of iron
Easily wrecking shit, while others trying, face the lion
King of the jungle rhyming, spectacular styles from the stallion
Blunt smoker like Ticallion, my tree bags got crowds whyling
When i get brains is the only time i'm smiling
Besides supplying fiends with green, i give em gangrene
When i die my documentary will be the game's theme
Spray em with this M-16 while theyr'e doing the shoulder lean

Return of the majestic, well respected, in the hood i got stripes like leopardsFuck a team, my guns have me well protected, ya'll slugs are interceptedDimes follow me like sheep follow the shepard, fuck chics by the flocksLove my peoples, but i won't hestiate to shoot a cop like Pac didMy drops hit harder than drop-kicks, plus they get toxicPack an Ox big, we can shoot it out, or polliticNiggas on my block sick, they'll chop ya like some rocks kidHate to be violent, but when i blaze, shots hit hearts quickNever was a thug, but pops said i was hard, never gave him a hugOne day he beat my mother over drugs she flushed, my right hook rocked his mugJust how it is living in the heart of the city there's no love

Me and my niggas is cold, but we don't know a freeze'in point
That boil'in point,
Is always close just like the holy ghost//
On any "corner" we "demand attention"
Cuz we all jerry rice status
Pioneers that re-uped during suspensions//
We stick together like a school of fish
But don't need strength in numbers
One on one barber battles, call it the duel of "clips"//
Lay'in my rules down on green paper
Spit in all out reach'in hands
Then back to the ranch where we wrestle gators//
Not the typical type, i was do'in right
But saw death and turned left
Felt like pedometers was quickly count'in my last steps//
Now i move with out fear,
The top of the food chain herbivore, smoke'in
Like i need weed to breathe
Locked in eye for eye murder wars//
Ain't no sunny skies in this underwater cave
If the rain comes tomorrow...
We bout flood it, and the leave the clouds blooded
With out sorrow//
I will turn yo gun to yo own fam, its like Rawanda
Brothers kill'in they sisters
Mother's they husbands
Axe in yo back from the arm of yo closest cousin//

I’m the Carmello Anthony to this
Emcees continuing to spit it……
So legit and not so exquisite/
I recluse to lose refuse to get booed
My flows ain’t no fluke or a joke
I’m a just juke e’m out their shoes/
Whenever I bar write it’s a eulogy
Giving you the blues to be/
Becoming to not so becoming
My lyrics drum up patterns
So sick you couldn't replicate/
While you speculate I emulate and
Renovate while they end cha wait/
My drought be clouds moving
Evaporating into rain drops/
After you freeze I continue to burn like acid rain
Took the name from the flavor of my unit/
Technocratic, we recruit it….
While yall just dispute it just….
Like top 10 lists of who’s the best/
Unlisted gifted limited
When I’m unequivocal lyrical/
Yall cats can’t get the coaches
To adapt to the players sensibility/
So you try and attack their creditability
Similar to Bill Cunningham at a McCain rally/
You’re points are valid but nothing but rabid
Flip flop ya views like most republicans do/
Why do I have to cannibalize the bars and flows?
And eat you up like I’m Lord of the Flies/
Or place you in the pits of tarderus
And watch these creatures naw at cha soul
Forever ever….forever ever…. /

Notionz Of DemonS Infiltrate God Bodys Since Da Begining Of Time,
5% Nigga Still Drinkin Wine From Da Blood Of That Swine,
I Heard Through The Grape Vine,
Priests In Vatican City Coverin Up Sex Crimes,
While They Curse They Family Nigga I Bless Mine,
SPIT RYMES,
THAT RICOCHET THROUGH BONE LIKE TEK NINES,
So U Know My Pressence Its Felt,
Da Cards That I Dealt Was Mu Fuckin Dirty Ass Hell,
Now Niggaz Knee Deep In The Shells,
Tryna Get Cream Like When The Wu Rock Bells!


Peace

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Originally Posted by skampoe

Notionz Of DemonS Infiltrate God Bodys Since Da Begining Of Time,
5% Nigga Still Drinkin Wine From Da Blood Of That Swine,
I Heard Through The Grape Vine,
Priests In Vatican City Coverin Up Sex Crimes,
While They Curse They Family Nigga I Bless Mine,
SPIT RYMES,
THAT RICOCHET THROUGH BONE LIKE TEK NINES,
So U Know My Pressence Its Felt,
Da Cards That I Dealt Was Mu Fuckin Dirty Ass Hell,
Now Niggaz Knee Deep In The Shells,
Tryna Get Cream Like When The Wu Rock Bells!


Peace

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It’s the 75th up on 125th
Spitting darts so fast I round 165th/
Spark ya upper lips wit a punch
So glaring ya staring at the ground/
Smash the sound clown you frown
One ounce of pain takes its name/
Given game driven rhymes living
Darken hearts wit spades to sharpen darts/
Output be dense wit an ill sense
Of flows so intense they cause aneurisms/
Weaponry precise wit rice I eat emcees up
Like women who like to crunch ice/
Written in flight mach 5 driven rode glow
Shark bite Michael jack those bars/
Wit hasten horrors I leave chopped and faded
Swift wit boats from quotes and points like a barber/
No one lines lighter wit fireproof dirty bomb enough ammo
Give me rhythm and charms checking alarms/
Ring the bell fights go well wit skills we excel
Like spreadsheets and PowerPoint’s on MS DOS/
Cost cha whole fortune importing important documents
Wit docking bays that ain’t even mp3 worthy/
I spit it curvy vivacious wit aces up my sleeve
Relieve these generals over everything with one sneeze/
So I breeze quick off a track like The Flash
Carrying orbs around me like Mr. Terrific/
It’s so perfect I work wit sharp harps
Stringing slivers into your liver/
No arrows I still make ya veins quiver
Now these emcees try stand n deliver/

Words written become real life situationsYa'll drive vehicles, i use mental transportationMeditation for stimulation in the dojo surrounded by SatanCritics hating, and rating these rhymes i'm makingHalf the games fake friends, only out for ya endsDemanding that you kep em finacially stableIf theyr'e willing, and able they'll lay-low, hit ya head above it's a hayloSo cold the wind blows , looking out my project windowsWatching fiends spend doe, and so many selling their soulsConsidered by society as zeros, but to the seeds a heroGrowing idolizing Robert Deniro, i fear no human i'm inhumaneWalk on blocks so hot they couldn't be put out with rain

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Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS

It’s the 75th up on 125th
Spitting darts so fast I round 165th/
Spark ya upper lips wit a punch
So glaring ya staring at the ground/
Smash the sound clown you frown
One ounce of pain takes its name/
Given game driven rhymes living
Darken hearts wit spades to sharpen darts/
Output be dense wit an ill sense
Of flows so intense they cause aneurisms/
Weaponry precise wit rice I eat emcees up
Like women who like to crunch ice/
Written in flight mach 5 driven rode glow
Shark bite Michael jack those bars/
Wit hasten horrors I leave chopped and faded
Swift wit boats from quotes and points like a barber/
No one lines lighter wit fireproof dirty bomb enough ammo
Give me rhythm and charms checking alarms/
Ring the bell fights go well wit skills we excel
Like spreadsheets and PowerPoint’s on MS DOS/
Cost cha whole fortune importing important documents
Wit docking bays that ain’t even mp3 worthy/
I spit it curvy vivacious wit aces up my sleeve
Relieve these generals over everything with one sneeze/
So I breeze quick off a track like The Flash
Carrying orbs around me like Mr. Terrific/
It’s so perfect I work wit sharp harps
Stringing slivers into your liver/
No arrows I still make ya veins quiver
Now these emcees try stand n deliver/

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sorrounded by the gods and the pharraos,
razah sharp claw of the hawk carvin ya ass like a helpless sparrow.
infectious rymez through they ear penetrate deep in dey bone marrow,
poisonous arrow,
shot by the bow of the archer,
whistle throught the air fa a second b4 the cranium fracture,
n make ur brain mineral leak outta ya skull,
bodie gets cold from the lost of the soul,
written as truth n as a lie it was told,
behold,
satan the romantic here brought down by his pride,
wing span wide,
given the advantage to glide through the sky!!

Murder team mascots with mad thoughts, and inferno darts
Journals dropped, every other day, a cat in my way catch a shot
Never respected cops, hop out my whip inspecting spots
Rap-a-lot, no longer cooking crack in pots
Straps i pop, bringing turbulence to streets, watch busses stop
I bust on blocks, bystanders scatter, enemies pockets robbed for knots
Top gun, native hot son, putting chrome rims on a Datsun
Shotgun rock slums, crazy diesil like Mike Tyson, and M.Bison
Live one, catching wreck over fly drums, kick hoes out after eye cum
Chop ya hand off, trying to guzzle my rum, i'll probably die young

Cipher of the vaticans, conquering meridians
Sorry to life hustlers that'll never live to make a-million
4 devil feelings i felt on my way in my building
Tired of chilling, warring with steel holding chameleons
Spilling brew from the bottle, a ghetto dedication to friends
High singing hyms, on tv plays the wire
struggling workers tired, the hoods hotter than that imaginary lake of fire
Some of my people expired, others living zombies, ghetto vampires
Admired messiahs assanated by the illuminati
Death to the un-godly, cops beating kings like Rodney
The blind shall see the wicked rulers perish
As men become pets like gerbils, and ferrets
Broke with no family inheritance to inherit
So life's a bitch, cater to it and bear it
Skin tearing anger, ducking gunfire from strangers
Hard to maintain a positive outlook, when your considered a crook
People shook to look, the angrry crab made it out the barrel
So give up the goods, to the no good hood pharoah
Or get dealt with quick, with golden spears, and flaming arrows

Open your mind game cocked my flow knocks
Like an AR-15 when ya shot/
Now you spark flares trying to get a stare
Multiplicity giving e’m ultimatums
When you bate and switch e’m/
I prison them in prisms
Wicked wit the wisdom/
I’m the last son of the sand
Cuz the last shall be first/
Unearth the turf spark ya heart
Dwarf the carpet baggers with nothing
But haggler arms bagging bonds/
Capricorn astral promises rap convinces them of….
This cancerous emcee of spreading this lethal disease/
So wit cha non sestina essential lines I get wicked at times
So if you got average rhymes get cha average time on the mic/
Watch me strike the lighter and fuel the furnace wit an ill bunsen burn
Gases you try n replicate is like styles you attempt to duplicate and fail/
Read cha mind wit skills of brail
And drink ya body’s chemicals like pale ale/

asi que mira pendejo tu no te metas con migo,
ati te figo el hombligo,
te creas mucho enemigo,
la tiraera la sigo,
con tigo yo la termino,
a tu escuadron extermino,
me disen el asesino!!

as they walk through the grave yard scared to look down.
thinkin at any moment rotted hands can pop out the ground,
grabbin their feet,
draggin em deep,
into the earths soil,
suckin the juice out of a highly infected boil,
aluminum foil,
wont keep da flesh from rotting,
viruses leaked through leaving no chance at reformatting,
evil desires for hells fire,
to scorch the skins of kings like chicken craclings hung from wires,
the undead makin their way out the grave,
with hidden ayendas for they are satan's slaves,
and its blood that they crave.
leaving dead carcasses on the road that they paved,
for the rest of the rest of the dark army to follow suit,
in hot pursuit,
only thing left is da bloody print of a timberland boot,
bringin em back to where da tree kept the root,
single file march hyponotized by the sound of my flute!

a biterz a deadman, i'm droppin shellz like skampoe'z sig
the rimez i write iz tighter than the headband on Rambo'z wig
i'll draw first blood every goddamn time without fail
they all saw the hearse wind thru the hood got ya famz 'bout to wail

as the leaves stand still,
wit da coldest wind chill u could feel,
base head packin da glass dick wit da crill,
grippin da steel reppin da real,
from da top of the GENCHAT HILL,
to the TEMPLE OF DARTS,
showin these crab niggaz how i do 4 da love of da art,
but ya'll dont wunt me to start,

Another day lyrically deep sea diving
Underwater rhyming, aquaman shining
Lines rip through linen, defining splits
Fuck a deal i'm not signing shit
Minds like whips, horsepower hits
In motion spits, provoking fits
Smoking cliques, move, and stick
Patridge family killer kid
breakfast miller, and a spliff
Running ya lips, gunning ya wig
Sonning ya bitch, breaking ya ribs
Give her a ton of this dick
Nothing but clips 4 the pigs
Master the mix, prequel prefix
See kicks, speeds quick
Duck run the mega-bucks
in the shade, stands the shady one corrupt
High, and drunk, staggering in the cut
High performance nut buster
Ya ladies my cum guzzler
She holding my pieces, know to puzzle you

Cash crop props drops
My Maxi CD knocks so my stock stops/
Cancerous apparatus as I’m the baddest
Raddest emcee to ever touch a mic/
I’m a Jamaica, Queens Native
Coming so creative I dated the Matrix/
Aesop to rocking koch my flows shocked
So I electrified my lines wit barb wire busty beauties/
I screw these hoes like flows I covet
Rise about it, so I die below it/
As I grew up they grew down
Once I got clowned and broke my frown/
Took my smile back like I’m Big Papi up to bat
Hit cha out the park like Carlos Delgado/
Now that’s playing lotto full throttle
I’m off the nozzle wit more frazzle dazzle/
Giving you orgasmic camera angles
Wit panoramic views I see you, do you see me/
I bang hoes on the bus like bang bros
My flows clone up on star wars drones/
Take the throne next to home I roam
I’m a rock fly telephone home guy/
So don’t ask why I rhyme just know
I shine when I rhyme/

Doomsday for the grooms graves
Shrooms chewed, and crews blazed
Operation change the face, facials shaved
Enemy of the mind-states
Rhyme sprays raise crime rates
I grind great, fiends preying 4 snow flakes
Drop jakes while they eating stakes
Learned from mistakes
Hunger is endless, everyday bellyaches
Caught a case over cake, these are the breaks
Bottom of the barrel race
Murals made for racers erased
Heaven's sakes, these hissing bar snakes
J.T.S. codename Danguard Ace
On the run without my shoes laced
In the studio i never redo takes
Hate people 2 faced, coming 2 ways
Show love, or tools graze
Life is a true maze, some of my fam still slaves
To the ways of the world
Diamonds, and pearls for my babygirl
Queens hair nappy, no artificial permed curls

Naasty^^^^^^





Over Here Dog! Aint Nobody Snappin N Poppin,
We On Sude Of The Crib Cocken Backen Da Glocken,
N Stoppin,
Their Wak Rymes From Hitten Da Air Wave,
16s Cause Cassulties Like A Fuckin Grenade,
Kickin Down Doors Like Da Jake On A Raid,
2 Get Payed,
By Any Means Necessary,
Brown Paper Bag 2 Carry Da Legendary,
Tool Dat Sends Em Straight To Da Cemetary,
Is Kinda Scary,
How I Mentally Disable My Opponents Components,
Like A Cat Wit Razor Sharp Claws Dat Cuts Through The Rodents!

My target's torn when I grip the pen & conjure storms
There's something wrong with me like mother & daughter porn
Or the children who go out at night and walk the corn
Eye on the time, drinking OJ, watching Clockwork Orange

Quote:

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Originally Posted by J.T.S.

Post up in close up, below zero flow, all foes froze up
Get down duck buckshots, making the band killer Diddy popped
No pity cops faces blown with gritty glocks
Fuck a shitty watch, reps big like titties hot
Electrify avenues, anyone 3 feet of me shocked
I might hop off the scotch, and shoot a cat in his crotch
3 deep like the Lox, beat em with locks before they grab the ox

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nice swift verse JTS...

Ayo...

I repel ghosts while you get diagnosed as the intermediate host
Your wigs splitting while I’m spitting this 200th dart post
I suppose I better speak in infere codes for you to hear
Cos 5% of us can’t convey this cipher to ya ear

Your lax tracks are devils flax, your act is apparently slack
You'll dred when i hit ya on the head with my micolden golden axe
I'm the witty Glasgow rapper slapping councillors off of committees
Twinning cities while humming pretty little hip hop ditties

Tell Louise to get the cream cheese, I know that bitch tease
She's Maltese, she squeezes me til I can hardly fuckin breathe
Conquering seas to appease these niggaz standing at ease
Hell you’re so demented you invented huntington's disease