Make sure the clip is full to the tip though
Take it off safety, so it can explode like nitro
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Make sure the clip is full to the tip though
Take it off safety, so it can explode like nitro
white soul hides so he wont' have ta blind foes
rhyme flow will make ya mind slow like hydro
Come on yo, its been like 5 minuets since you last spitted
Its ok though, i understand that you salivia might be diminished
Is it?
dim witted if ya think this kid is losin his lyric's
steering wheel spin it, spirit risen..
Ok, i see it hasn't but my prism isn't dim like you said
I'm that thourough bread nigga who says...muthafuck them feds
My unfamiliar mind scorces, thoughts no longer worn out
Insert the terrorfyin' waves, forts are gettin' brought down
Thats far out scotty boy, thats the shit i master
I love to see a mc, spittin lines that cause disasters
chalk'd around ya crown found down the town
shots were loud, shock'd the crowd..cops surround
My raps is profound, but muthafuck them hoes though
I exploit athiest contracts with contact, of holy ghosts
Wu banga double teamin', gleamin' the stats i got
Spit so spectular, hits like a spatular heads will pop
fully broke, bully at the end of his rope
pretend i remember wat i wrote
Hold That flame.Quote:
Originally Posted by Wu banga
Don't choke just cause my lyrics is rapped around your throat
I don't boast, but i can't roast a steak on a sinking boat
stinging thoat, thinking about all my sibilings i choke
ringing echo's missing my flesh bone,
This is the last one, then i'm out like ghost
I'll see you next time son, naw fuck that, i'm the upmost
i was just having sum fun, my mentals is spun
reading nursery rhymes, see ya on da other side
Leave your scriptures in pieces, are you puzzled?
I'm out peace, but i got more pins to burst yo bubbles
Fuck this, i just can't stop ryhming,
These lines be blinding divine minds, and i can't fight them
Back to the hide out, i should of just make a freestlye
And the beat wild, so i compile many back on the island
complete my spits, with a team of creeps that creep quiet
while ya lay asleep with closed eyelid's, bye bitch
Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!
Taaaaaadddooowwww!
lol thanks for finishing that up for me :D
yellow on black, killa bee colour schematic,
the inverse of wack, lyrically semantic.
u need to add things up with mathmatics, bring it back to the basics, learn to tie them laces
i stay wasted, a angry kid about ta face his tainted pages
lookin' back on his past can't wash away the blood from all the war's he' been wagin',
heart racin, his mind, contemplatin,
thoughts wack from crack can't attack the problem-atic, psychomatic, infectous bliss
controlling his concious; it's hit or miss,
not second chance, no do-over's exists,
i smash that ass like children actin wild in K-Mart//
as soon as ya life pass, i give ya heart a jump-start//
from a static dart, charged-up from Villains brain synapse//
friends act like they been had my back since i was ten and just started ta rap
my last foe got offstage and began 2 clap
supply and demand, so we can survive and last, another atomic blast
makin sense is far from common imbiciles saturate the big apple thats rotten
A Thousand MarksMen, Marchin Heartless, leave ya no longa Concious
Noctournal like Monstas, i drag ya corpse into tha closets
My bows is crossless, manifested from pure darkness
I bruise yo internals and evidentless carcass/
tendencies to sabatoge shit throw yo ass in a mothafucking KKK moshpit !!!
ya got soft skin, like a sausage, awww shit, im hot bitch, melt ya tricks like chocolate
my spits is hard bitch, not far-fetched, i barf spits, da farthest, causin carnage
yo im back to spit with WnD
because you know it wouldnt be the same wit out me