One line rhyme-bringin it back!!

the mantis strikes across the nation// news flash across the world.. assaination

cast aways on desert islands get passed up, untill they pass away doo rag keeps ya head wrapped up

yo point its that time of the month, lets bleed these pussies till they rhymez dryed up,

these little hoes is small like dakota fanning Im boss hoggin like sturgis harley wheels in dakota, fanning

street savvy hand me the cannon primed for blasting, all hands on deck casting flames into people innocent by standing

swords advance after the blow of the cannon in hand branded// the capt in trance take whats for granted ever body off the left stranded in sand spanding/ (quik sand)

dont break it down into laymen's terms, aint gotta explain shit--unless u droppin science on these pagan worms

oxygen expanding the chest, infect the natvies cuz we ill to the last breath, fuckin up mc's dreams like never ending sunbeams

hold the mic wita firm grip flip a verse in therds to burst words rip//

addict ta rap like crack fiends, gotta get my wu fix daily Cash rules everything around me.....

damn im too slow just put mine before messiah"s

yeh he was too slow for mine b4 too
hah its all outta order
o well

chared feet walk the desert on a daily, brain column affected snortin dope mc's

test your aimin spit up flames when you taste the drainage

stabbin ya with microphones in ya temple, ya claim its painless

but the maintenance it takes to maintain your game is frameless

transition thru the pages of archmages elevatin scripture and ur brain waves siniter bullets graze literature

minds stir when i create a verbal slur u cant picture

or develop in a chemical mixture cuz we shinin like light fixtures, words razor sharpe partin wigs like clippers

bald but the wind flows much quiker// my aim drains brains like batteres and light fixters strain// iron flag swang the fire to pump blisters to a bang

so much vibration it gave parkinson's to the rictah

earthquake picture back to the future michael j out foxin these losers

im restricted from touchin a MIC, they said im a flow abuser

just futile weakmindz in a storm of "rugged troopas"

(me and my friends when we rhyme and record shit)

swollen gun holderz, left hand ejection molds scoldin hands of reckless lead throwers

brushin' dirt off my shoulders, fuck the haters wishin' for fame on them four leaf clovers

when i hijack ya central processor, Ghengis become ur minds controller

a net solider on the prowl, style hard like boulders

niggas like my rhymes so they always bite the leftovers

push the push overs still they shruggin their shoulders, fuck around and lose composure blowin like sodas

when they shook up splashin coke all over one mention got um shook up like dice and we rollin

I carved my rhymes with a needle and pin, now I send em through your veins with the speed of cobra venom

I hope your sinnin if not can you cope with the wisdom that the sufferin I cause brings to attention

Cuz i fucks up ya life, an in the next so u done remember give u senile demention

heads roll when its a teins moment for the lynchmen//face ur sentence blown bits in the trench-when....cannions ignight bright light for the kings avengence//

dont acknowledge ya blessin's, get raped of miracles in seconds

as soon as the rhythm hits, my genocide will begin, break down all of these fake emcees from within

take it back to what it's been, rap about reality not rims, rappers think reality's The Sims

bones brake from blocks by the shin//use ur force to trap and throw u on a spin

front a grin and crush ur calfs wit moves of the dragon, legiments snappin, scream and fishhook mouth forget about rappin