One line rhyme-bringin it back!!

My Spits It's above you call them da Highness
Why LIve, we all gonna Die In, this Messed up LIfe we Collide Side by side

rollin shotgun in the passenger side waitin for the reaper to make up his mind

Divide ya Specie's, Collide with Ease

Swarm of Killa beez
Their territory they seize
From their Stingers
Lingers the venom they injected
Appear that my thoughts is random but its all connected

Come Respect it, this elequant Tension, Test'n Ten Kid's with Teflon'

The real don's is poppin them melons, warrants in eight states, career felons

im lucky like luciano gridin on the real shit not fake like a soprano

Im ferocious Devastating Lives With Corrosives/
Turn My ass To Jihad and Blow You with Explosives

chunkz choppin jugulars, decapating craniums
bodies floppin regular, mining ya style like uranium

Emotion's Stick like a Stick of Dynamite, light the Wick and Wish ya don't go With the Binding Light

Cause when it ignites, you best to run outta sight, or get smashed like a mac truck witha deer in the headlights

And my words aren't cured with bags of ice, motherfuckers get shot and stabbed and sliced with my precise, syllable riddles

Like flesh, sight and what remains in the middle or how did a violin get changed into a fiddle?

Rhymes like a Pistol, poke out ya eye with a Pin Stroke

my rhymes embody a magnum thats one step ahead of ya
my crimes intimidate manson that body bag then bury ya

I rip,Shred and Embed Lyrics In yo Head/
Decapitate your Whole Shit,All i See Is Red.

u not making sense, read the dictionary
incase your illiterate ill show u my gun like its pictionary

Just Like yo name I'll Chop U up in Chunkz/
Cook u up in frying Pans with Butter for my Lunch.

my lines gat the punch, and i aint talkin bout fruit

knock you so hard removin tha "loops"

fruit loops...get it?

dilute life wit blue oxen n paul bunyan -
yall cry when i walk in the room - i tote onions.

and the barrell send you a gift, hollow tips the size of funions

amputated legs smell like cheese, decaying feet smell like onions, eye balls circulate in opposite directions, like the lizard when he achieves full copulation, from masturbation

minutes run by, as the seconds fly, the sun creeps behind clouds looking for the enemy, to blind the masses, too much heat, will vaporize your elements, like vaporous gases, school security took the scissors from me, cause I was tryin' to cut classes.

bust patches in terrain when i cut past yaz -
fuck bad bitches, leave ya trunks encasted -

blind bastard gets ripped by the sublime master

who flow faster, I out last ya, fight me it be a worldwide disaster,
worse than the rapture, preached by ya pastor

Transfer Answer's on my Degree from a cheat sheet hope i don't get Re-Vealed

CSI can't reveal the evidence, the visual to critical to immense, the negative and positive polars, causes the Earth's axis to tilt, 5o% of the globe bask in the sun's solars.

From adidas to puma suedes, afros to jheri curls, hi top to bald fades to corn row braids, this is the element of the ghetto, from New York to Sacremento

perilous when i bomb theres no way to prevent-woe
the fleece-burns, sick rhymes release-germs,
emcees that cant cope make 180 degree-turns,

concern yearns me to learn, that emcees do get pressed like perms, philosophical formats, theoretically Socrates achilles heels, fell flat when he tried to wipe his feet, on my spiked doormat.

emcees try to delete me, my lyrics are loaded, cocked, and unlocked, push your wig back, like the blast from the desert eagle, if hollow points were electric, you'll be shellshock, you couldn't holla at a nigga, if typed your rhymes with caps locked.

verbal assault on obseletes with the rap shots,
because of ya persistence erase your existance

your in need of my substance/in need for your susibstance/

When i ryme i go into a trance
Alternate reality
If my lyrics were paintings id have 10 galleries
I'd be richer then Bill Gates if my words were my salary

700th Post:king:

Yeah King Justice just broke his 700th' Post


gratz

im talkin mortal kombat lyrical fatality,
calamity, u cudnt drop weight wit a billion calories!!!!
drop science like gravity knock emcees out they sanity,

i spit profanity
my lyrics show my own vanity
im never humble
come crushing down on u like a manatee

Let it be said, alot of rappers are dead/ So use ya head, and fuck tha feds/ For if ya dont stay humble/ Ya leave tha door open to stumble/ Stay you/ And be true..