Consider it 'rape' but fuck it....ya needed a change//
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Consider it 'rape' but fuck it....ya needed a change//
Incase a lame try for fame, biting off your tape,
Causing mental earthquakes, and shifting brain plates
Niggaz Puttin Rulers On Playstations Just To Get They Game Straight
my Brain Waves, Shake the tectonic Plates in Eight States
Not lying, I think my future looks dim, oh my god I found a word that rhymes with Rakim!
Blend in like a chamaeleon, feelings non existant
Penetrate your building, weilding five pistols
My blast makes new night of broken crystal,
Deja vu after 60 years from Moscow to Bristol
I launch 1,000 shoulder missiles at ya exhumed grave
a villain with necrophilia, I don't know how to behave
son u a slave to ACZ engraved raps on tray traps u fall in callin fa help noone saw kid..Quote:
Originally Posted by Verseatyle
Spot you in a crowded market, im snipin you son//Quote:
Originally Posted by Aclikyano
passage leave ya dome backless, face-down in crimson//
Who be tha next target? lemme kno right now//
fuck it....i pass tha rhyme so the rest can get down//
MAN.. learn to count..thisa ONE linah..gun remind ya u wack wit dem rymes what..Quote:
Originally Posted by Verseatyle
Spit 2, ya'll can't touch this.
Inject the whole, competition explode
Crack cranium, inflict crackle to the skull
*slaps head*....Quote:
Originally Posted by Scotty boy
niggaz dont get it..ONE LINE only..stunned / blind / ya lonely..from grenade BLOWS..
Aight yo, let me rip it in your styleQuote:
Originally Posted by Aclikyano
Verseatyle is beast-wild, so re-verse ya smile
kaboom!! holes blasts in these cats heads, once again one line in this thread,
Lead punctures '5-Stars' like snipers to army generals heads
SOn..........Quote:
Originally Posted by Verseatyle
remember the text..infect sections of flesh..lesson ya breath..test n get "LEFT"...
i'll slash through ya chin's cleft with a poisoned katanaQuote:
Originally Posted by Aclikyano
Pointed my llama's, while i lounge in da bahama's, makin life or death descion like judge ya honor..
buck da cowards, bust ya collar..bone, with da powerful glock n chrome,
i got alot of dough, call me B.I.G. and jay-z cuz i'm about ta Blow..like i got a flower flow, why even bother yo, or ya'll be no longer liabale ta control
cowards to tha soul, foes get smashed like graham crackers :)
crumbled to dust before i can even make they brains splatter
"He don't know me vewy well do he?"....I spit a loogie
rage gathers, like sumbody just got slain, as i bake batters of lame actors..
ya doom be soon see if ya think ya gotta prove ta me that ya woun't lose ta me
It's amusing how these MC's steady spittin foolishly
schoolin mc's teachin em how ta dot they I'z and cross they T'z
And now the wind is blowing, can you feel that breeze
Better be in time, or you will loose then sneeze
Did i just hear some one say, Ahhhh please
Its ok bitch, Get down on ya neez
Change the flow and make it grow
You wanna box wi me then we will go toe to toe
blow fo blow, like my 44 ta ya skull, homo go home, befo' ya no longa a whole
Chop ya up like spagetigh and put ya in to ma bole
Man you taste bad, now go snitch to the po po
Or come back when you grow some nutts bro