lets start an analytical review, this rhyme on page 172 + 2, equals hundred seventy four, neverending, we all rhyme more
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lets start an analytical review, this rhyme on page 172 + 2, equals hundred seventy four, neverending, we all rhyme more
never tire, never bore, keep spitting till our throats bleedin and raw,
keep spittin till my lungs squirt dust don' wanna pick on yer crew but if you keep frontin', me and white and dangerous will submit them to a subsonic blast, y know?
I spit lyrical gold, all listen, behold as this tale of greatness unfolds,
I shit platinum pellets, can't control my potently wild flow
pentium dementions calculate oddio brain pattern broken down by spectrum analysis
break down brain cells with my 9 rhyme catalyst
calm down, dont have a fit, im just better, ya darts all miss
aight! chill! ^ man
some people are really fucked up but ignorance is bliss
triple the hits, toss fake emcees into the infinite abyss
ignorance is bliss but lettin you live is startin to be a bitch
leave you dearly departed in a ditch
switched your body parts from you heartless snitch
Unlike Afu-Ra, the Verse 'body-up ya life force'//
re-route ya blood course,
be-hold a pale horse//
'takin it off boss',
you lost like coin-toss//
blood be ya mouth-wash,
a hollow is the dental floss//
hittin u changes colours, black and white lik a goth, take away ya dirty work removin tha homemade gloss
spittin fire out my nostrils while gnawing like a dawg your person is confused lke the bitches in "lost"
Take a pause, Nastradamus inspired me to make fake rappers retire, control standards of attire, to expose all liars and rule with the iron.
My Turn one liners aint shit like im throwin away diapers
Go and smoke some crack, with all tha mad pipers
the way i feel now maks me take on and bitchslap Santa an his helpers
the hurricane raps take over and shatter shelters
like a fearless samurai i battle to overcome storms of objections
Batteling foul erections, reconizing the weaponizing, of girl's beauteous physical depressions.
See SEctions, re-directed by the female sexes
Roll in a black lexus with no side windows, vexin the richest of the rich
im runnin this shit like your runnin ya pockets silly bitch
Feel me Yet? if not thatz cuz the 9 mili ain't set ta ya credentials
sequential raps common to the soul be essential
confidential mind battles inside battlefield mentals
In which Pencils, orchastrate and decide your mind's fate, Setting poisonous baits at the front of your weed gate.
verbal speed great, rippin in half the sound barriers
mach 3 harrier jet, stare at me bet, i'll make ya weary and ya eyes teary then ya jet
dangerous threats, flo sicker than permanently residenced veternarian pets
^^^ ILL
i can't even think of anything haha
Jettin, teachin niggas the lessons, bettin they can't wreck a mic when its in my possesion.
Protestin i'm the best, reppin historical feats and conquests, with verbal tension treats for the stress.
One white moon crest, I just happend to rappin, and amazingly words flew out like magic.
That night, i made great steps, pro reputation. With no hesitation I fought of all temptation.
Transformation, reformatted my mind, now I'm able to spit ryhmes at any time.
Many Times i got Plenty Rhymes that make my Pen Bleed on da Inside
on da flipside i blend in where i fit in on da street side,and each crime i commit be on sum kamikaze suicidal shiet
Five Ships of Pirates on top of me, like im republic and ur a Private Democracy