Y'all masked false prophets, proceed to rock shit
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Y'all masked false prophets, proceed to rock shit
Bask in lava caskets, increase my profits
smash like in da past and i was a blacksmith, at least i can progress
less struggle more blood shed, fucks get left a funky stench
in the jungle shit im mudd fed, beats monkies wit a monkey wrench
A bare-wench & two dime bags, im screamin "Egads!!!"//
"it's james bond" come to swim in my pirrhana pool, strip his flesh from his soul as i fulfill my goal, packin meat bags with 2 old mummies as my hags
stuffin money in the bags, hurry up dont lag
watch out, snuff the fag,
and drag his body outside to the sewer,
at his funeral people wishing he could manuever,
past our attack,
that laid him flat on his back
razorsharp is a blade that sparks in da night, wage a war with a optimus Prime
Ahead of my time, lyrically, destroy mc's egos effortlessly.
I shine in all directions, my light has no protections, shadows will be forgotten
^like middle school elections (Num didn't finish the 2nd bar punchline i don't think....)
Let em' kick a blessin', Holy ghost control ya soul//
smash reality to more bits than a cereal bowl//
Out of control, fake rap's dull, like cheerios, while real rap ignite light bulbs, blowin through yo stereo.
my words flow periodically, at hyper speed so as to appear slow,
thoughts arranged illogically, nothing changes as we watch fear grow.
Grab the micro, and yell pass the cut dope...lines, lyric proof vests kept, ready for mc's best text, smoke a nigga's rep, murder a nigga's pet.
we dont give a fuck about bitches and hoes,
we slitting there throat with lyrics that's GOAT
:lmao:
Keepin mind's afloat, with bouyant lines on boats,
"croak, croak",who goes there?, thats the toad with the coke.
say "yup" and "okie-doke" like I ride a mic up in a rodeo//
recieve a body blow like kendo, smash nintendo// (fuck ya game)
Remember mario? that game was the illest.
Turtles was villans, money was hidden,
jumpin on bricks, while cannon balls would try to kill us.
Pills Just leave me with no where to go like prisoners..
Flow So Def It Impairs Audible Listeners
Lyric diamonds are welcome, in the realm of glisteners.
im spittin real rich shit for listeners
my shit so deep it attract the deaf prisoners
forget yo own business...it's time to listen
pack yo ass in a wooden trunk and take your ass on the street so you can get christened
you still don't listen...you brain is made of wax
don't let me show my darkside i'll slit ya throat with my trax
because im sublime in my prime smoke fest to the chestQuote:
Originally Posted by the messiah
eatin emcees whole, i spit rhymes for ya mind to digest
Ona ryme quest..I stryke chests.. ignite? YES.! MIC press is mah way to fight stress!.Quote:
Originally Posted by Sirkulayshun
}:T
Ice PIck. Night Stick, Might Hit with Might on da Side of ya Leg
Thoroughbread niggas, well computed digits,
Plus loyal drug dealers, equals big profit figures.
but triggas get pulled, bull-shittin' snakes takin' a dive//
eat em' alive, "Operation: Mongoose" in overdrive//
Many lives fucked up, many fam dialed up, alot of beef rises up, then more bodies get bucked.
For what? Cause thats the only life provided,
Crime, develop a lethal state of mind, or die kid.
provided, Saliva for the Reply Bitch, hit with Combining Brilliant Messiah's
crack craniums with my Ethereal Connection sellin'em to the highest buyers
fill their heads with lead...instead of operatin' at full capacity they turn into SPEDS
buried, and now dead. Forget tha bloodshed, instant rum-red//
flip it twice, heed what tha villain said//
Adrenaline is wat i Feel Instead, Peel ya Head,
Switch
Evolutions of Forever Fluent, teachings for every student
taught to sit and watch but never to go and do it
deadly amorphous fluid leaks from tips of blades//
and slash tha paper. the force can crack ya rib-cage//
with versitility and adept ability, attack with insane rage/
with your limited verbal dexterity, your not even on the same page/
we en-gage when the pen sprays i wage war//
heavy metal and hard-core, explosive ammo galore//
rhyme over beats of four, lyrical destruction horrorcore~
enter blasting through the door, but stay low like floor~
horrible methaphor, but im just scraping the surface like a claw~
lol.