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Untested Blade
my mind's blade reflects the sun's shade
while some say nothin, bums
conductin they slum trade, frontin
slumberin in my blunt tray,
them paid proclaims the first day of duck seazon
if I'm up and breathin, my pump's speakin
leavin chumps bleedin, slumped
over they truck's speakers
ya man's pumped up, heated
i crushed your team so easily
crumbled leaves smoked by pharoahs
5 rings,
enemies throw up paper tigers and scarecrows
but I'm prepared though
without havin to consult the cards of tarot
next word: consequences
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hear me up, bro,
Here no more, even there
I saw, I knew there's no
fight to head for, no sign - keep 'em fine for my go.
Back's so tired over the spine.
Deeds are runnin' conscience of mine...
Stop.
Look .
Speak, but they won't leap
Ya neck, won't sleet
And the Blood won't leak,
The pain - It'll leave.
What they seek -
It'll come.
Just run till the sun,
My friend, reason why so frenzy is...
Ain't bark at ya cause they're consequences.
next werd: narrator
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Fermex has arrived
Wolves beat on ma mind
I outshine the rest
Now, get back in line
The abstract kind
Is what i try to find
but cats cant work out my kung fu style
But ya'll catch me later
I'm the god piece creator
the greater of good
from the later translator
but your indecipherable so go and get a translator
while i bust out my flow, now listen to the narrator
N/W - magpie
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have what I have?
two chopsticks, baby, just It
no rice to slick up, baby, not even it
when I was a child life was promising one
but now I am older - days swallow like pits
only two chopsticks in a moment of this
why the hell two, not even more?
god, what's happened before?
and fuck that today is tomorrow, yesterday,
now, at the moment It swallows
everything reaches, decreases in numbers,
follows the order
homosapiens die, live and spread out in corners
but everything they have is sorrow and boners
eatin' - chopsticks - instruments coroner's
trivial
closin' the eye, makin' excuses
everything fails, life is for losers
get high - the only true lie
get smile on ya ground face - pile
who am I? junkie? fuck that - a bird high in the sky, in the trees
just another dark piece, just another magpie
catch dis suckaz: curriculum
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ayo jay cross, who's da boss, double cross,
Never loss my train of thought
We all stand, cock the right hand
throwing Mic's all across the scorched land
People fail to understand my lick's
But I never quit spitting these rhymes out
No doubt ya'll find something to shout about
shit here's something to use for your arsenal
I send lyrical parcel's that your mans try to sell as their own
And I've constantly shown, that my vigour is bigger than ma main man bone
So why dont you just phone home to mummy
Real rappers don't fray, incomplete comments dont weigh
now hows about you go and stick that on your curriculum vitae
next worded weapon - shawshank redemption
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The devil mourned the day i was born
Torture my rivals on the norm with crowns of thorns
Flash torn, the victims rich kids on college dorms
Perform fatal rap forms, raise my flag then storm
Retire and collect my pension, my shaw-shank deadly in the redemption
nw-playlist
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flamin bones in a hata's midst
my eighth is chrome
what u sayin kid?
b4 i escape, pull aim and spit
catch a faceful of grits
play in court with chumps
my left hand supports the pump
while u sportin pumps
i blast pork punks to bacon bits
let u know whose place this is
tools in ya face, taste the tip
go ahead and pray to this
as my lead engraves satan's playlist to the side of ya head
next up: rubber gloves
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2 Rap crude dudes, We never feud,
I only include the rhymes that you screwed
Up, and out, you'll bring doubts
But i repel them like a tank armour, but more hardcore
I have a surreal rapstyle, for which you never planned
I spread out equality all across the land
My rapstyle appeals so much i even steal all ya fans
So i wear rubber gloves to get no blood on ma hands
N/W - Butterfly
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life type gutter
strike like thunder to the blind
my style like no others
times i wonder
when will i ever reach prime
seems I just get better
or they get dumber
or they just writing for they time
and my minds light years from it
wise and impactful
fortified funk for the masses
hope for the struggling classes
a light sent from another planet
absorbed by third eyes and life forms that found it
a cavemans candle
and butterfly to the damsel
....wow
new word = genesis
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At first dark, then light sparks
Hark, the calling angels from all angels
Mangled Earth, bursts forth into worth
Dirt and mud, worked with blood
Create Man to stand, bipedal
But first fetal, seed'll green
Rocky terrain, water strains
And erupts, from top soil
Combined with heat, makes life boil
Toil with no end to this, call it Royal Genesis
n/w: bicycle
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ayo...
I make MC's go blind with my style that shines
So bright and unlined, ya'll get entwined
I define my tactics, like russian asthmatics
Starting all types of shit, all sorts of conflicts
'Whats this' you ask, it be my brownie mix
That makes ya flip, mental thoughts evil minds depicts
Johnny B way out far cos he lives in the sticks
But he'll be back soon, so lock up yer kids
But that subjects taboo, and i gotta pursue
To piss ya'll off and make ya say thank-you
Cos you see what i do, styles made up like new
Rhymes you aint seen before, so dont make much ado
But i come at ya like tyson, vocal charm's the tool
I'll freeze ya like an icicle while your out riding yer bicycle fool :mmmyah:
N/W - paper aeroplane
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as outside these walls, snow falls
christmas calls, good parents hit the mall
get on the ball not by buying draws
the kids want that wii machine above all
i recall when i was but a wee boy
get geek when i would see toys
on tv like look mommy thats what id enjoy
if you get it ill eat all my spinach
call up my room, wash all the dishes
i never believed in st nicholas
i knew ma dukes was source for presents
in catalogs next to the turtles it was checks and
i wasnt joshin' every page i inspected
made sure i was aware of every accessory
the niggaz at school wasnt besting me
but in the end had egg on me
d.e.c. 25th jump outta bed
ripped thru the wrapping paper, not a glance at the tag
plain brown box, wonder what i got
yanked the lid off......sox?
yeah its from your aunt, why you looking ungrateful?
next time you see her you better tell her thank you
will do, what you got for me next?
mom darted her eyes side to side, said thats it
money real tight since i aint been right
promise you that your birthday will be nice
but heres a card from the prison yard you dad took the time to write
im lookin like
dis some bullshit, cursing jesus name
winter break over everybody outside playing
with they new g.i. joes, tiger lcd games
and im folding up paper aeroplanes
n/w= mods
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damn
Magnified wax heat mastered this last week
Blueberry sparked up all leaf no seed
Planned it like a plant fertile future
My hands smell just like a gramma that koopa
I smoke then im zoned cloud nine constellation
Orions belt high but I bet I still blaze it
Leatherback keep a pocket fulla purple tree
Crushed in a blunt laced proper for a g
Plush leather seat sit back space travel
Slumped in my being dmt in my satchel
herbals make the suns mind demonstrate its pain
prehistoric plant life flowing through my veins
Pray to god weigh the odds fire up my ship
Say my peace to the matrix then I dip
Know I’m the shhhhh
But I also am peace so I’m peaceful to all up to a wise degree
The Art of a G and apart the game pimpin pardon my ways Ima civilized being
The odds and positives
Peace and nonsense and dogs with prodigious
Schemes they gotta live
Mods just lock this screams the obvious beast In my mix – the ciphers hot don’t stop shit
New word – meditate
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Live from the temple...Lost Sun, the god lick shots like nipples...
my mentor groomed my mentals...in his memory I let the earth sip the ripple...
he told me fu*k the physical...he longed to be one with the ice crystals...
dont fear a coward's pistol...beware of life's missiles...
no longer death...its the Great Escape when your soul levitates....
so with that said...of the green I partake, lay back and meditate....
new word: Venom
