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I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF
unlace crusty stitches
in this reign the mud is relentless,
gunless midgets plugged in with Kobayashi intentions
washed of a god's strength and robbed of all wisdom,
big balls, scripts and bombs are dropped in ponds as prescriptions
pop pills on watching civilians
witness my mobs of killers realizing their LIMITLESS potentials
millions of missiles, digits and tissues
stitched in a series of serious visuals, from my screen to your living rooms
limping rulers spewing rivers of twisted bolts,
truth delivered by grinning ghosts, throttle darts with gripping posts
this walk is ripping robes, dripping gold from distant scrolls
penned by chipping bones,
this flesh is weak and temperature's cold
I blend winters with hidden codes and sip their souls,
build artKIText roads and never rest in my role
i like this guy^
sick fukin wiriting
Thanks Skam. like i said, i couldn't help myselfQuote:
Originally Posted by Jehovallah Daprophett
:spin: Wu-Tang
I USED THE INF VS SINAPSE INSTRUMENTAL FOR THIS ONE
Invade Norman B.'s beaches with my swords, steel and procedures
watch hardcore streets get bored, sealed and breached
by swarms of inked creatures eager to feast on M.C.'s
we are beasts on any beats,
rapid release, feed on data-links
crafted on pads and leaves, this is my stab at a madman's scream
this life is a bad dream,
this lie of Black Kings I can't awake from
pitching die, my path bleeds beneath designated guns
this native sun, treading safely upon serrated tongues,
I peddle crates drug from elemental pages elevated in blood,
I pen hatred in love
paint destruction and lust as I rain gently on the Earth's crust
stitch murder and trust,
spit these grisly images until I'm twisted and dust,
with no cents sent to us we give your senses a rush
over these instruments my soul repents of no sins,
in this foul Pit, beneath my bent cowl I am the Pendulum
scribbled in rum red, the slug's tread is spread evenly
this one looks done, dead-
I guess this is A Hell of an Evening
break beats with stone hands for no cash,
stare at desert sands with known heat until it becomes blown glass
run in group homes for the notes stashed,
my wrote pads,
exposed, become a lone soldier's attack against his government's broken back
sickened by a culture twisted by subliminal tags,
their vision is a division of facts that gain a hatred for angels and their kin
some of us came to this Age unwillingly upon trade-winds,
betrayed, some were slain,
others trained to new names, more learned to swim
raised from half-made graves, my support sports murder on their lips
track unleaded flesh, we spark lighting and turn rivets,
crimson necklaces drip unsteady as Hennessy pimps
nice work .5kut dope pieceQuote:
Originally Posted by .5KutSkeleton
break beats with stone hands for no cash,
stare at desert sands with known heat until it becomes blown glass
run in group homes for the notes stashed,
my wrote pads,
exposed, become a lone soldier's attack against his government's broken back
ur schemes are iLL man, love how this flows
speak through crimson panes,
read between the lines and greet the beast in his cage
breathe out a blaze of concrete, song sheets deeply engraved,
the monstrous priest preaches calm while finned bombs swim in his veins
throttle my pain's bottles with firm restraint,
permanent ink marks dark-seeded saints on N.I.L. plus Equality banks
burn the bark from trees while immersed (e-mmerced) in think tanks,
prepare to be amazed,
swim seven seas of apes to claim degrees free of range,
Dr. F.G. Strange, an iron effigy etched by weeds and rain
lift heavy feet to shift weaponry on unleaded streets of rage
my kin and breed are the epitome of this lyricist age
put pen to page, spit grenades and cysts to save cavemen from rage and six other deadly sins,
read pages already drip,
set for death's skeleton grip, my chisel and steady hands command chips...
read pages already drip. ill. solid. my books only read one way..
uppin
transforming metaphorically in open spaces,
transport my mechanical replacements through closed doors
after boring holes in support braces
blow cluster spores in blunt casings,
my blood faces me and denies all ties
live and die in crimson tides,
the apprentice complies,
conspires and kills his master before the contract is expired
assassins and wires exposed,
barely alive in this rain of fire across the globe
the wails of liars arose from lakes and clouds,
basement shrouds exhaling hate upon the gathered crowds
cross the wrong lines
run the longest yard, jump fences as spitters spar in the coldest climes
crush thrones, throw boulders and blow pines
catch hidden motives with chipped shoulders and broken spines,
suspended by thin ropes and ignorant minds,
one sentence is exhibited as the definition of speeches on commission
twin lungs and feet plumb streets for a better meaning,
my questions of existence are clumsy efforts of recognition
reckless ambitions tied to fears of my potential...
like that verse
crush thrones, throw boulders and blow pines
catch hidden motives with chipped shoulders and broken spines,
suspended by thin ropes and ignorant minds,
In the lab with mad scientists, writin lines and scripts
crack spines and lips,
exposed wires attract lightning and flyin spit
grip firin pins with iron grips,
blunt fists crush a dunce's drips as skies are split
one time is committed, beware their fine printed instruments
papers signed and transmitted mean your mind is imprisoned
time is more than a confined sentence,
imagine diamonds torn from the fabric of your existence
black princes born with natural formed magnetism,
taxed and exploited by old bastards in worn systems
lord citizens,
shackled and whipped, glad to conform before witnesses
my wisdom is saddened by the sapped Samson and his lack of conviction...
Quote:
Originally Posted by .5KutSkeleton
nice verse .5kut hit me up for a collabo
Is it possible to jump without falling?
who can survive on crumbs when big dollars come calling?
I hate being weightless, compare my empty plate against gated consequences
every bomb is calm before being played by audiences
All of this is my sour gift being shouted from shallow trenches,
cackling witches plaguing downtrodden princes
this is how it begins,
battle inner demons with blank pages and ink pens
forgotten sleep imprints Gothic dreams on weak senses,
and just think, my present premonitions are dressed in cheap denim
speak to spirits and seek forgiveness,
my feet are blistered, pour soulless relief upon this bleeding minister...
trade jabs with slave traffic,
direct massive battalions from a deflated mattress
spread keyed attachments from a shrinking board,
trade pieces for storage, Kings and Fortresses exchanged for pieces of change
the rain I prey for is crimson and warm,
crush thin throats in the throes of war
I am a Titan,
dark-skinned menace to the established norm since I was born
stab forms and stack lanterns till they reach the floor,
your flow is feet high while my toes tread trees in alien skies
Maybe I don't want to be me anymore,
for too long I've been too nice and now I wanna even the score
bite my tongue until my teeth are sore...and people STILL think it's all sweet to the core
can't see what I see, I don't dream cuz I'm bored
I have not come to bring peace, but a sword
from bloody seas to muddy shores my blunted speech leaves high metaphors
wage precious wars over reigns of nations,
crusades for rights are bloody roars
spread the truth too far and we can be sure they're comin for us
lose more than trust over fortunes and gold dust,
assed-out on ashed avenues, promoters of what we're told to love
does that make us both corrupt?
who's worse, the snitch or the one pitchin' coke and snifiin' bud?
breathe both sides of the issue and come inside, wheezin with constricted lungs...
walk lead streets with dead feet and a blade,
dodge metal heat while thinking how the melodies are eerily strange
this once-dead god bled dreams on a page,
screams on a stage set with plastiques and a shrinking gauge
I breathe plagues,
death's piercing gaze engaged to the long sleep of a Reaper's matrix
arise, Kings from stasis
redeployed to fist and steel engagements against upstarts and their fetal persuasions
my once daily sheets hit blunt trails to find hazy leaves
plainly deceived, I complain but remain asleep
seasoned pages, priests and sages put peppers in the trees,
collections of heat compressed in copper sinks to be brought as offerings
quickly eaten by mobs chasin that first high,
I still wonder if it was worth my daughter's birth price
authorities will be the first to deny it,
two faced, thirsty pirates
legendary liars setting fires to derail native pilots
even sailing blinded my kinsmen are hungry Lycans,
heightened senses
shedding light on the tiniest evidence in hidden sight
Brush it all to the side,
who cares what I want? Just let the desires subside
you'd think that after all this time the feelings would die
who can see my denials?
choose peachy trials to lose my gleaming dial
badges are bruises,
to catch a fool is an easy proposition,
pad the task in the truth to keep true thoughts hidden
the few are the largest, brutal targets hoarding what glistens
not many talk and even fewer listen
soul's not for sale, can I refuse business?
consider this a suicide, the shooter's the only witness
wild stories, the only way to score a globe's attention
forgotten myths, confused with lore and dismissed
probe reason to find appropriate seasons,
escaped parolees rotating heat for probationary leases
trade speeches to reach polar bear agreements,
sold for a pair of peaches, our silent solidarity speaks for polarized regions
I hold the lives of legions within the lies of impeachment,
coded and devised to be secret,
broadcast advisements are met with denial and cries of high treason
my crew be pirates, not seamen
King Titans hurling lightning to brighten the streets
combine sheets,
climbing vines peak on sleeping roofs
the sun speaks and priests approve,
robed in sheets and treed boots
hunt cloven heels,
clothed in silk with sheepish roots
round monuments of stone and sweet perfume,
color-blind, prone to dig deep for green accrued...
raised from the depths of ignorance,
I was born to the world but not in it
unexplained microcosms of physics,
conglomerates of elements melted to cause consciousness
lost gifts reclaimed, authored and transmitted
old cloth tailored, collared and fitted
this is the bottom, godlessness at it's biggest,
flaws are worshiped, somethings wrong
picture the surface crawling/shifting over corrupted innards
there's no love for scripture,
there's no love for winter and every summer we're gettin' thinner
I shed blood for the innocent,
the truth's avenger searching for Lucy's dinner
a hungry wolf with common scents,
the product of a Philly Queen and a God from Memphis...
Just Practice
back in the saddle blazin
no rat pack but I'm active and ancient
a single captive, painted
addresses tracked to blacktops and savage caves
blown back with the natives,
ill states filled with fouls flagrant
clouds of the loudest fragrance,
funeral notes compounded and saved,
furious smoke for the fastest races
gas faced with the nastiest cases, I'm thrown off
twisted leaves in the devil's streets but I don't cough
if dough's the prophet, then chopped loaves are the topic
crossroads of the lawless, I'm a coffin king,
rock stars wrapped in rotting sheets, its the price of fame
let's keep the cameras rollin
old school, get the cannons roarin
caterpillars with the wraps, I like swishas
ammunition new era, get the caps peelin
statistician with the quick maths, never lack addition
gettin back to mission,
spittin facts, benchin racks and smackin bitches,
the first line set the mind for this shit,
sniffin Royce lines,
boy's out his mind tryna track ambition
stab the ignition,
bowl's packed with practiced precision
crabwalk backwards through mirrors with morticians,
poles positioned by Joey's crack to punish the smitten
act one, jack son for the diamonds and glisten,
madness is the five's classic decision,
paralyzed by night lights and the brightest lenses
captured on celluloid,
I'm broadcast through hellish voices
mechanical choices selected by artificial boys,
I'm the leviathan in Gepetto's ocean
pirated stories told by men of no importance,
flown from foreign shores to the port of prints
bump the longest snorts,
the hardest smoke twisted from farmer-grown incense
promoted from Florida to Chicago's imprint,
it's a garden of hoes harvested with the sharpest implements
short-sighted,
it's a Napoleon complex bored by the heart of Midas
block bidness, rolled and ignited,
electro-shock sickness for the minds of my kin
blood of the righteous sipped by a crippled winelist,
ex-capes tight-lipped over whose flow's the tightest
Got your album beats done. Well what ever you want to keep hit me up [email protected] send me ya Gmail I'll send em