Shaolin Shadowboxing DOJO pt. III

Gold a solace flow accosted protest address times a mess
Addicted to tweets chic beat on darts instead of brick walls/
Thick falls give glees reasons to be appalled dolled inglorious
Spit a flood wash away your dome in soot and crud/
Dead mud heads slip pills into drinks
We’d go armed ship domes in duffels/
Muffle you toughs with bluffs stuffed in bills that’s bull like Deloris Tucker
Buck fuckers duck muckrakers sack you life savers with words I major/
Safe plays be cheap delays your rhymes aren’t timed like dime passes
Your slower than dirt, slower than paint being dried on a sunny day/
Necrid off the hectic speak to your leader read cha minds
With readers I dictate flows like rip shots off the clits spun/

persistence in the name of what i claim to obtain
as opposed to having aimless gains in vain of shameless game
nevermind the pain and suffering we mothering to kids
realize we got it easy when there's hungering for bids
in the militant agenda against imprisonment
from the ones who own you diligent with every lit cigarrette
you consumed, now a slave becomes of you
manufactured to impact you with erosion from whats factual
so now you see what artificial time lined up for us
a matinee of rotting human nature painted with your brush

It's a return to form, battling shadows boxing in the nights eve
writing in beliefs coming with forms breathless as a spout of water/
aim at the alter my high vaulter be crouching tiger hidden kicks
switch stances in between balances you're palaces get taken down/
ground crowns making rounds pounding cakes bake in ovens
so scotch polished off victors in often pick ups be typical wake ups/
my streets be fights under the city lights seeing mortals in combat
I bomb back repulse cha ways religious guises in the words of a man “Rising Sun” rises/
from the Pai Mai strikes highlight cha lives in five footer spit venom “No He couldn't of”
this isn't Jean Claude in a “Bloodsport” I retort cha force and debuff you scrubs/
ducking lungies hold cha gung with more fu coming through with more you couldn't do
wordplay is dictionary type with no gripes I snipe out mics when I strike out the bright of night/


good look tuco for re-uppin this thread, dunno why it isn't a sticky by now though be hooves me

they always hatin on the DOJO man u already know...good to know u always holdin it down tho man (no homo)

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Originally Posted by TUCO

they always hatin on the DOJO man u already know...good to know u always holdin it down tho man (no homo)

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word word Tuco good see u back homes

it's a return to form battle the gloom
when the doom castrate the appetite rhyme it right/
fire fight wired tight a nut to a wrench
my bench be the pit stop you can't climax at/
flack jack pack a mack now ripping tracks in the time
the doctors take do a spinal tap react faster by the rewind button
isn't budging now draw ya best card, u can't charge me/

ninja's creeping in the holding pen's revealing knowledge and stolen gems
beat you to death with rusty rims street assasins get it in
changed perspective and elective my fighter style is selective
put in work until i op[en a mosque and church rich soil, muslim earth
fuck the fusion no illusion of the most high movement
spread the dirt like rumors emcee's die from brain tumors
strapped ambassador parellel parking passenger
throw it out wackness done crash your son's
red pill for the chosen one swallow the rum

Spokenn shadowboxes with a boxing shadow
Get you X'd out like a cupid crossing arrows
The thoughts too much to handle for some
Eruption captures the young, the thing these amateurs are rattling from
once the battle's begun, there's no end-ing to it
I can stop, but my shoulder's devil won't let me do it
so i intent to lose it, then the streets run red
make these emcees start to wonder where their freedom went
the beast unfed, the temper gains a higher route
Bring your speech givers to me, to get silenced out
take the quiet route, keep my wrong doings on a hush hush
one second, and people stop moving in the bum rush
untouched, the lava spitter, vomiting fuel
getting credit from all my peers that i'd probably school
topping me is a mission you know you can't honestly pull
we ain't playing Operation when i start bodying you

sideways puzzles be pictures disfigured for crushing measures
dusting pleasure relate to your ocular debate/
remembrance come off the December to dismember
end cha reign leave you in Blaine to be the bane of your own existence/
Resistance is futile moves cross cost boss up moss sucks the lives
driven in lanes taken a ways making games become names on the hall/
ritual pitch a pitch full well hate cha hell hate cha mail
I ship to send return to the pretender when I enter/

Some get cash n' sums others blast for funds guns, rats, and crumbs
the government scum got it out for me like Malcom overcome with a gun
March on still here son set strong you fake fucks are just fawns
Studio gangsters get gone with bloddy bandana's and ripped arms
Grand Master Don set is deep dialect catastraphe for you means defeat
make no assumption the lames that's frontin' stomped out in front of me
hollow-heads no hope kicked back strangled to death with the rope
No way to cope popped dropped like dimes another signifigant stroke
sit back and smoke cats collapse from the notes my skin's crow black
heathen's hold that giants with stacks lift weights Christmas tree backs

back to expose journal thieves hiding in the east
my manners are mannish i brandish weapons fuck peace
check the arch bums pushing carts in poverty parts
wanderers never make it home eaten by sharks
your either dumb or smart a pussy or a brave-heart
i cover the battle-grounds until my resting place is marked
a vegan from start until the beef is brought
niggas catchin' shots just to make it to the top
til' they fall to the bottom the gutter got em
moving product through the park
that was the old me youngins call me o.g.
without lessons street obsession nearly froze me
walk with a sword like shinobi a ninja's life is lonely

my brain hemepheres are not well conected
i will kill your whole family and those you call descendents
you'll ask if im sane but i say im not
i'll roll to ur hood in hopes of watching you get shot

Slain doc approach flows unload steel bladed invincible fist
leave ya team broken shattered to pieces without given a thesis/
abracadabra making any daring to test
disappear sheer volume spoken leave them/
bookend taken breaking bloated from measures
threshold choke e'm down cold/
sloven shield optimize ripple effect checking dos
my Mexican taint be minds I spray paint/

drop top riding and weed lighting the whole night
the scrolls scribed to describe the low-life's
these sell-out rappers giving up loved one's for a sacrifice
record label slaves better recoup that advance right
emcee's are no-brainers i'm using both sides
is that possible? Can he do the impossible?
Rumors spread and the gossip's fueled
Who's responsible? the know-ledge a logic tool
I was crowned in school a nuisance everyone knew
fighting my own anger the dangerous fool

The clinically insane, my mainframe is not mundane
leave you slaughtered in a hollow grave beside the plain
chronoloical time is left within the past
rip your spinal chord from your back fuck'n fast
step into a catholic church and gun down everyone
now their cadavers are rottining in the blistering sun

i light mic's like hashish pipes heaters hit balls no street fights
you can stay up once you fall asleep sniped
swordsman for life my terror styles can't be typed
or duplicated crush your favorites with basics
lay you down with stolen cop tazers
As a shorty took more losses than the portland trail blazers
know we all win flowing like dolphins through defense and offense
heads all spin let the madness begin with a bomb, and a pulled grenade pin
you gotta beg for a pardon a masked avenger martian
who's harsh as him? blowin' a dimes back-out in the back of the gym
razor spit from beneath my tongue run fore i slash all your skin

grammar claps hammer slaps the face catch the case
beer in court thrown at the judge bottles of hate
scrap with the fakes trashing the greats
robbin' for papes squeal blood-spills through his gates
the cons congregate steel in ya mouth like colgate
spit my style out outsiders riding for the safe's
street nutured seeds never hesitate to squeeze
unafraid of death dudes droppin' like leaves
see promoters tied up and gagged for not paying their fees

see us masked up in Damascus the un-signed masters
100 rounds in the house of daggers spaced out with a spatula
emcee's singing like Thea are skinned alive once captured
I fathered you abraham's many sun's with burners at cha
becky's tanning trying to attract the man for a ramming
Long live the king Calcutta dimes coming with diamond rings
Bless em dive and swing bringing chaos with a sting
scorpion kings oven baked with the bread they owed
flow stroll over the drum-roll dummies pay a toll
trolley run over you trolls cold hands melt coals
take your wisdom you'll never be the same again like dennis coles
everybody hates em like chris cause in court he didn't plead the 5th
graze your pit crying while i'm frying crabs in the pot of politiks
polished spits hang-over brass money rap tactics
we barrage the guards guardian angel mad-ess

slang doc iron pop mind strike fire fight wind out cha lights
in the bars I write are parables quoted often, making what cha speak soft as jello/
dead cha bars in words of war, with any germination purified tripping glide
making out cha mind in maps that they write in when in spite/

drop fire

Slain doc approach flows unload steel bladed invincible fist
leave ya team broken shattered to pieces without given a thesis

whew fire!!

drop the script speak off the bars, rip a script skin a cat next up to bat
give you a fishbowl cam just flip cam you off the net
faster when wet i am the best even so you best not accuse me of any treason/

specialized splended deep winded vocals rupture from the pipes
maestro's mashed to macoroni while me and my cronies in flight
over the sky skills cannot be magnified city high in my ride
carry tropical heat the hottest heaviest fleet flock by the creek
It's crocidile danger rocket launchers for the beef
fuck yours chain tuck yours incoming pitch of death
ditch effects applied like pressure as your crushed
Nothing new but my nucleus sell a fiend a jar of dust
mics get micro-waved scolding like hot water
war on your border another tangled web
off the wall actions happened Friday fighting Big worms like Craig

delusional illusionist back-packing hip-hop microphone terrorist
word is bonded to free my peeps locked keys on the wrists
gliding lowly rhyming cronies burning stogies
snapping turtle torture for the feet of your homies
flow is whoopi ugly and you fags are Goldberg gay
macho's smacked with backhands while back-street bands play
thicker than red-necks in Louisville y'all lack slugger skill
undo your will written September first after the oil spill
chill in raven Simone pussy days are bushy all i do is rap, smoke, fuck, and chill

it's spreading like the plauge of a thousand locusts
without the spiritual potency of an apocalyptic solstice
tilting us and balancing between the hemispheres
our biggest fears are conquered since it happens twice a year
and still we fail to hear as the guitar is gently weeping
all because humanity's days are tragically decreasing
behind the iron curtain where the man is pulling strings
of his ignorant syndicate blind to what they are extinguishing
your missing the point if by now your not enlightened
it's not as bright as sight would allow but still we're fightin'
against this mental eclipse sittin' still, no will to move
gonna take a million plus one march to close the tomb
and coming soon is the newest of the orders
orchestrated by sedated gold-plated men we've always hated
yet our efforts will be dated cuz we're always overpowered
truth is sour, never cower even in the days of acid showers
behold the tower, everybody's last hope
like the pope john paul, Spokenn, and those who wont cope
with his high notes on a chart recording influence
business is the dividends and at the end I stand The Difference

excerpt from a song im workin on...DOJO!

and still we fail to hear as the guitar is gently weeping
all because humanity's days are tragically decreasing


wow tuco five star lines man dope verse as well!

and ceasin to exist
cut a 5-0s lips off and give him a lisp
hop in the cruiser and get to dippin
crack my E & J and get ta sippin.
pull a punk over just for havin a ride
i aint jello cuz just full of bus line pride
where i scratch my name up in the window
AZ tricks kill their prey on tha first lay, like a black widow
now these ryhmes are just buggin
id rather freestyle to on comin traffic while mean muggin
they say that fool crazy better look the other way
im kinda scared, lock my doors and prey
naw bitch im just drunk bein a prophet
no emotion in our hood keep them tears in your pocket

time for a revival!

Off the stage I am a major ripper strip down beats leave most emcees stumped
like when stock market crashed asking every economist how do we recover from this/
there's always a ways back as a plague applauding given appreciation
given weights never waiting until you breaking down like genes/
never been a in a breeze just something that'll make you sneeze
you ain't politicking when kicking knowledge polish as a graduate of college/
trying to test my ops see how I drops power plots on the canvas
survalllence doesn't see how terminals can be terminating terminals
when we get it down in the dirt with a verb commitment like a obstruction/
deducing rebuking everything you've been using is how I be misusing
connect cha outlets my automatic tethering features leech off ya wi-fi/
gimme the bandwidth I rip flows off the hook
track me a look when one line I leave minds shattered like glass
then you respond to the EMT paper or plastic
instead of which hospital you should go to/

here's a shot for the pigs properly popped in the ribs
Turn this bitch into U.f.C. foot locks and kicks i give
They receive a beating with no chance of being revived
My vibe will make lions leave i take pride in paralizing packs of emcee's
Annoying as hyeana screams the cream is given or taken
I'm blowing up like suicidal bombers planting fear in the nation
Go out with guns before being held in the detention center
rats giving up my name for not feeding them cheddar
make sure my eyes redder before i leave a hole in his sweater

sting like a bee dummies squeeze i give them V's cuz they vendettas aren't correctly executed prime target meat market shot thru the vents leave heads spent/
stink pig venom stank up the rooms shrooms vintage viruses popped up in his bloodstream
like you done unfolded unscrolled a papyrus with instructions from Osirus/
iron plighted organic regime time machine tighten up ya schemes
DREAMS prolific wizard zoning probate norman bate cha
criminal escape plans never go right like Shawshank Redemption scams/
open portals wished this was a work out then i can hit cha with weights
leaving the guards scuffing with others while i make my disappearing act
look better than Harry Houdini's never one for details as i never let my ship sail/

Time for a Revival pt. 2

Ayo
A hired hero in a dangerous time
cops keep the city busy while they're raising the crime
They turn water into blood through the case of a 9
I turn blood into a drink, have a taste of the wine
The day in the life of mighty S, I suggest is wicked
Where freedom fighters are present, but less committed
Where guns are being taken from the less protected
And weapons are being given to the best connected
Yes, It's topsy turvy and yes, it got me worried
if somebody has to play the villain, I gotta hurry
and switch to the badguy they need me to be
When you dogs hear the ticks, it's not easy to flee
so take cover, like gay lovers, i'm nothing to play, brother
may suffer the same pain, you shouldn't blame others
but yourself when shit hits the fan
my instinct to slam the first threat that I sense with my hands
is a normal reaction, a formal evacu
ation is what you're facin, i'm warning you back up
or the moral to your nearly ending story is bad luck
a tragedy so bad that euphoria can't touch
the maury to crack sluts, truth hurts i know it
a few words to mold it and you'll learn my motive
I'm too stern, the poet that had it all
a swing and i crack a jaw, like playing racquetball with neanderthals
you sick of spokenn? sorry, that's how i get down
so chill, go outside or hit the ocean like chris brown
surfs up, get burnt up, the son shining bright
While i shit on the same faggets you punks rhyming like

slide minds ak47 grinds pin stines driven wides outta charles eyes
check flows beckon shows boned out shines timed out grind/
pimp in my blood, pills and my drugs
sight in fire whites signed orange out cha crushes dust out brushes/
boom shumers tried to past me off for rumors
facing books watch me omnitrix
spit more flicks than photographic stimulus/

Blazed outta ya mind ironside
fire fight wired too tight you knew the sheep was nice/
seen through the flames get cha enamered by the names
shaken like those do the harlem shake get they shoulders broken
soaked off of supers donkey kong pooper scoop ya/
roofy ya flows open noses watch ya self bleed
like kane cryin' towards paul bearer's death/
your a meth addict i'm surgical ripper
slice though exterior like danny glover vs the predator
i am the enemy ya steady evading so i'm still stalking with the penmanship/

test my marksmanship and im about 2 abort your squawk mission
Glock in locked position, let pigs fly when the hawk rip em
compositions is cocked to let off as you start dissin
choppin bitches down to size while they on FB croppin pictures
bullets thru the wall explodin like my big hairy balls,
slappin against yo girls ass as i cast spells with magic wand,
level up again bitch, cuz i got that life EXPerience
while u was on the couch drinkin titty milk gettin delirious

whoa what a bump. good shit i forgot about this thread.

same here

Dojo, Dynasty, fuck these homos tryin me
appearin randomly like Proto Man in Mega Man 3
Im like Mega Man XXX when I Bust-a Shot
into your wife or bitch or whatever youve got
to me you just a trick old member or not
If your life was a movie i wouldnt remember the plot
even if i wasnt stoned which is never im not-
joking cut ya air flow whenever i drop

Throwing subliminal’s in the dojo
Ain’t gonna make nobody go at cha like pogo stick/
Heads think your weaker than the dullest knife
You ain’t sharp, your just busted as strings on guitar/
Spit, sparring, why don’t cha bob and weave
And quit taking them head shots, why don’t stay concussed because you surely can’t bust e’m, get eaten on more records than Guinness can stat check/
You ain’t like Mega Man XXX; you more like Mega Man flat-chested
you couldn’t bust a shot even if you had an AK in ya hands/
You don’t even got the Guts-Man, to Cuts-Man
Why don’t I put cha on Ice-Man, blast cha with Bomb-Man/
You couldn’t even remain calm in the calmest seas
I believe you ain’t got the skills to even Elec-Man
Just call me Shadow-Man in how I got that Fire-Man/
Your just a prototypical hodgepodge rapper
Getting raped over verses, cursing out the Holy Ghost in the process
Get back to washing dishes in the back of the restaurant

Aint nothin subliminal when im cheesegratin Dojo criminals
Your bars are easily bendable rip you a hole that aint mendable
Mantis style with blades strapped to my mandibles
I got dudes who look like Onyx who would think u was Slammable
Interpret that how u want, your foolish taunts
Presume that Im not ready, to rip u up in the room on the spot
Thrown off da roof 2 da block, watchin yo head pop-
On the pavement, splatterin the weak shit that you sayin bitch
I dont give a fuck about nobody, all I care bout is mo money
So if it aint bout them dollas then stick with your folk, frontin-
Like you got this game in a choke when you lame and a joke,
Put your whole fam in a yoke, wring your neck call it chicken choke
You probably like lickin blokes and lettin em bust in your frickin hole
Got your hands on a sack but it aint contain no dope,
Interpret that how u want as I flaunt true lyric skills
Bustas I easily kill, cuz they spent up, heres your freakin bill... $0.00