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im a street fighter yet i sonically boom you like guile
vile and venomous so bite my style
if u engage, your on trial
murder you then set the stage of denial,your veins resemble leaking hoses
humble and quiet so no threat he poses
get caught then blame it on my mental psychosis
next word - illuminate
hash and gan blend, i change stigs on nigs like ben ten
a fat brother like chris penn
control vermin, the rats of nimh
a hermit, sit in my crib till the lights go dim, then serve it
in rap circles, the hip hop curcuit
they call me turban, i wrap heads up with my sermons, its curtains
for any fake bitch in a bape outfit
get cha face smashed in when at pans labyrinth
from revenge of the sith to episode six
i go to war with stars who suck piss out they own dicks
pirate music off the internet and burn disc
i had that new 50 cent before he wrote the shit
gettin' 5 a copy, the game is like yahtzee
till microsoft stop me imma keep talking cocky
hockey jersey, swiss and turkey sammies on lunch breaks
no great shakes but dont need cake to illuminate
n/w= glamour
Lyrical nympho, i spit flows undergound like artifacts, and fossils
Leave mc's fossilized collosal, i speak the hostile gospel
Throwing one-liner bar stools, the God rules
play me like harps bitch, catch the harpoon
Hit cha' hearts with tools, not government issued
wipe the blood with tissues, know who's official?
Got issues with the magazine, but no subscriptions
My sub-atomic scripting scripts poweful as pistons
lifting heavy structures throw em, heavy hitting victims
One crushed Hannah montana , so long for the glamour
nw= hostess
new..
crash the party/smash heads upon the icing/laced cake/get the gas face/replace cupcake rhymes/slaughter the twinky mentality/abnormality rhythm/stay clear of these/ho-ho's/wanna distract/true lyricism/for a taste of/the ding dong/boxed below the belt/is where i hit'em/sit 'em all down/and create a sno-ball effect/upon the set/when I get wretowreck/re-arrange nicely/choc-o-dile's get feisty/upon loose leafs/i quarter turn words/that end tightly/serve the Almighty/under His Omniscience/all men remain tiny/binary codes/bring the CREAM filling/concealing the evidence/located on the bill/left by the hostess...Quote:
Originally Posted by J.T.S.
NW: Jericho
I divide and conquer on these monsters, my conscience unresponsive/
turnin toddlers into mobsters, remove opposition like they tonsils/
then wire they throat shut, it seams that my spit skills is sewed up/
thread and needle, butcher knife in the meat freezer droppin cold cuts/
tossin donuts to swine so I can keep my pearls, treat my boroughs/
paintin grammatical murals, the best in the world, there's no plural/
the singularly savage sexton called for burials of battles in raw scenarios/
y'all all some scary hoes, buried deep beneath the walls of Jericho...
nw = catechism
I'm optical like a prism I'm livid in the moment of wisdom
in my position I'm playing the left like democrats with a shift step
I fund my kingdom come like unicef in my vision go to war like chisum
I'm hittin the baddest vixens calling me unfit for catechism
Next Word: Contraband
murky murk had a bat, hit cha ass with forty whacks
skull cap cracked, ribs smashed and dat spine was tapped
what was of all that yakkity yak before
you was gully now you huggin' the floor, screamin' oh lord
poor form on your behave, that cash was your golden calf
held on high, cherished like a photograph
taken of a sonogram, that your moms had had
but yo stank ass went sold that bitch a half gram
money she was saving up, stored in a coffee can
before her new man got her a new stem
breaking bad, nash bridges rushed in the lab
tef vests and german shepherds, wheres the contraband?
n/w-emo
ova came shit, grew up wit nothin
go in they pockets, im tha new nigga stuntin
no more crumbs, big chain encye crisp air ones
imagine this, dice game wit no ones
wasnt tha slums, my hood u see car jackers and bums
two kid hero, black jack at tha casino
same knuckle head wit bread, quick to slit tha neck of a emo
tru off tha dome...
n.w.>>> plastic
u could catch me flexin in da orange range/now theasez dudez act strange cuz i'm money makin n my goonz iz money takin/n for ya'll kidz that eat bakin stop fakin/
Break necks plus backs
whenever I style flex
get left exhausted likea after raw sex
no homo, diciplined in a mental dojo
bow ho', dont try to bite my stilo
or get melted like "plastic" in slo mo
next werd---> Accordion
i need help
Smorgasbord of polka folks, pokin' noses
Jokin' poses, the thing open closes
Floatin' notes and screechs, Jesus
Pleadin' and beggin', dance legged
Polish holy shit, oh lordy men...
They accordingly love accodions
I don't know...that was a stretch.
Killian's (it's a beer which I am enjoying right now)
Oh my God, drunk and flogged
Beaten the street with feet an'
Cretin creepin', peepin' panties
Man he's, calmin down? Wow
How? He's so wild
Child, I been there, dared
Dangers, hang my dick in strangers
Fat bitches, breakin' they britches
Stitches lacin' my face, broken face plate
Fought Marines and lost, tossed back
Shots, smoked rocks, and been locked
I've seen the light, but through beer goggles
Hogswoggled, fog bottled swillin'
Killin' damn near millions of Killian's
I had to get it off that word. Nobody was steppin' up. Not my best but fuck it.
Next word: stems