Tha black dragon slashin' ya bodybag//
in half, so do the math or be on the divided path//
to heaven or hell? both ways look the same, you can't tell//
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Tha black dragon slashin' ya bodybag//
in half, so do the math or be on the divided path//
to heaven or hell? both ways look the same, you can't tell//
ya cant spell, simple words that babies spit well,
"washed up" dudes on the sea shores tryna sell,
i got hot plots to get on top like kenan and kel, lol
http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/ima...or/menupop.gifPhine'n fa wat me and the team is, takin venus we da most Extreme Clique
but im a demon, who uses the force of darkness to slay ya//
half the world on they knees, they sayin they last prayer//
Collapsed Scared!! from the Contraband my Hands Share
Give a WHOOOOOOOO like ric flair
Bring Spears, with Ring Leaders, that are on tha Brink of Destruction
Ring queers, with big heaters, best believe that its somethin'
with appetites for that type of stuff and grabbin mics bright lights start ta bussin
hate rapper that grab mics and spark nuthin
loud bark but no heart, its time make it dark cousin
Sharp Rough Edge, ta any Part of Ya Head that Hasn't Already Bled
deadley with the lead
bred to bring the bread of life as a remedy to the dead
steadely my meadly is a dreadful melody most often read
Choke Cops Instead, till they Whole Squad is Dead and in the Coffin SpreadQuote:
Originally Posted by castro
Attracted mc's into my web, and devour their intestines, compressing the brains, into edible lessons.
beat em till all they see is red, or put one in they head
inform feds that on the paper or the streets Six'll spread the lead
Instead, i crack and boil eggs,shattered heads, represent ryhmes of mc's that are 6 feet deep, dead.
(peace to obd,j.dilla,and big L)
leave ya Deceased and left in Pieces, Lesson's Teach Ya
meetcha teacha
cutt off ya cellphones n leave on ya beepers
limited by the pathetic leechers,
influenced by aesthetic preachers
Blaze the reefer, catch bullets with heated uranium walls,
Vandilized your staduim halls, My rap makes bypassers take a pause
Inject the whole, competition explode
Crack cranium, inflict crackle to your skull
Shackles broke, herbs we tote, fags don't come close,
Change my stlye up thats all i wrote, parasites on hoasts,
Like pimp's to hoes, fuck around and lose toes,
in club we throw bows, at foes, that dont got dough
cant mess with my one man army flow, box you up like a karate dojo
its not just that you homo, bitch you more industry than KC & JoJo
Oh no, your elbow shatters when meeting my skull matter
Stuck Fractured, Enough Patterns for the Drugged Jasper
Rugged Casper captures cats with cosmic clasps.
Comets Blast, with a Strong Hit that Impacts
blast from da past
leaving cats trapped in past tense
blast from da past
leaving cats trapped in past tense
da baddest masked men dont wont no action
dey juz actin
As a matter of fact when, and where I send my flair to ensnare
Wearing platinum proof vests, come shootin diamond bullets
And unpassable test, words be reekin of old mullet
All i eat, fish no meat, fuck a beat so hard, orgasms never ending
Pending on wether or not i'm feelin it, if not i'll just get mine and start killin it
Your words and verbs remind me of herbs in hordes
Pieces of cords severed from lack of respect,
words was truly wack and suspect
Busin the tape deck, rewind, fast foward, real grimy noise,
Come ruff and wild but still sustain my fuckin poise
Read the directions before bustin off whole sections
This is one line rhymin at it's finest, you just mindless
You talking to the Highness, lord of wit and dryness
Maintain you poise, but you still whack like teenage boys
falcon like claws ready ta strike cuz we stay poised
Sometimes i can't stop, the words just flow out,Quote:
Originally Posted by AcidPhosphate69
But what you did is lowdown, tryin to call me out
I don't see nobody else bitchin, you must be one
Don't agitate, i will fabricate, and change your perspective son
Reduce your ego to none, mutherfucker i'm powered by the sun
I'm the banga, your too hung up on your lines, like fuckin hangers
Your the bottom of the food chain, field rat to a viper snake
So before you make another mistake,you need to think twice, or get baked.
Fuck the hardest niggas up so bad, they wanna call jakes,
I'll show case you fake ass, make your bitch pay my bar tab
Run up on yo fam, long story short,
Body parts in crates of 5 different basements, no need for body bags
With poison, turpitude is elevated, most mc's cant relate, eyes stay fixatedQuote:
Originally Posted by Sirkulayshun
I seen the best of times , I seen the worst of times.
I hit this thread because it said bring back the one line rhyme
read the signs, its the land of Six, what the devil designed