Sixteen men on a dead-mans chest//
every line like a hollow, wear a lyric-proof vest//
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Sixteen men on a dead-mans chest//
every line like a hollow, wear a lyric-proof vest//
shoot clips at ya bullet proof vest, watch it shred into two bits, u lose bitch..
Intellekt'll Get In Ya Head, Leave Ya Brain Broke, Take Ya 2 CentsQuote:
Originally Posted by Raptica
Thinkin' Your The Best Or Tight, Verbal Gunner Blow Ya Mind From The Left And Make It Right
Manifest The Power Of Goku, Call Me The Super Rhyme Sayer
Destroy Your Simple Minds Behavior
I'll Pull Ya Soul Out Your Urethra, Peep Tha Grimm Reaper
Intellekt The Sickest Schitz Mic Chemist With The Dencest Mind Liquid
I Kick It Strait Real, So If You Dont Admit Your Fake....
Your Face Is Reaching The Bottom Of My Heal
peace dun
Thats ruthless, make fake niggas lose it, got them cryin in the shower, for over a half an hour.Quote:
Originally Posted by White N Dangerous
bush crash planes in the towers, who's really in power?Quote:
Originally Posted by Wu banga
speak louder with no words, knowledge born, wake up then you can learn.
opened up with goden light, fake knowledge be torn,take fight
so who up wit da flow so who up wit da blow
it dont matter a one liner who get up wit da yo/ayo
Thats uncontrollable, but at a inferior level, swords pierce your bass and raise yo treble.
fuck dat shit i play da Chelo, and Weigh my Medals
Leave yo face shocked like a rebel, whose rebelion was overshined by dull kettles, connected to pedals, of conductive metals.
Seductive Elbows, that Obstruct the swell Flow, abrupt like sum Fellows
Leave asian's faces yellow, not incredible, paint thoughts with the bouyancy of boats.
boy its me da dopest of da dope, potentcy ta float
Croak, of the invincible frog we tote, yo note pad is full of metaphors we call funny jokes.
What Me?? NOpe i know ya not talking bout da Monkey from da Rope
Potent, broken, style be awsome and wild, crowd be flowin two hundred mile per hour.
While i Dissolve Herb's in my Lyrical Comet Showers, Bomb'n fa Hours
And days, got so many ways and techniques unique dosen't describe me.
On a higher level, got dirt turnin to ivory.
just me Myself and Irene, I Mean fuck a bitch but clits I Clean
Got foul on that one now sun, lets not be wild. But fuck that shit I break bridges, you cut ribbons.
I Trace Pryzm's, I Change Prisons ta da Place where only da Sane LIvin
Insane grounds I livin, be layin pounds of pistons, eat soggy biscuits, most styles come off balistic, though clear as crystal.
strike as i might when i grip the mic tight as a pistol
my Pistol's Kick Force hit's so hard i gotta hold it wtih two hands like a Fish-Bowl
My fists flowed, Tiger-strike times ten-fold//
cracked ya mold, breed a better era of MC's//
Dare ya ta Let Me, in ya Gated Community, I'll rape da Beauty Queen
Then flee the scene, jumpin' round like a mexican bean//
nah' mean? Im "Mr. Mean-Guy", keepin ya hands high//
(oh shit! im gettin my skill back! lol)
Drop wet rhymes like rain storms, quick to activate hormones
I smash clones like Anakin, toss em' like crash-mannequins
Wicked spin kicks, flip bricks, and peal bitches's bannanas.
mind ya manners, beat ya down, use ma hands, bats and spanners
call me a tanner, remove ya hide, and make leather boots,
Maroon coop, Moves at da speed from my feather boots
Weather my troops through storms, to form and sharpen their thorns.
always ready to kick ass and if i miss i shoot
Grab em' by the roots and rip em' from the spot that they stand//
grenade-hand blast plans, smash ya mightiest man//
Razor fans, blow strands of hot metal, unknown rebel steps and cuts plant pedals.
burn em like old kettles, put ya nose to tha floor//
this is a stick up! Move, and you'll become part of the decor//
Lines for sure, ryhmes galour, keep the pour goin, keep the poor growin, keep more flows then ol'dirty had hoes, i'm gone man.