Bodies drop, actuating the process of revenge plots
Knots hit with shots, of glocks from deadly hot spots
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Bodies drop, actuating the process of revenge plots
Knots hit with shots, of glocks from deadly hot spots
$ix got it locked, lyrics a nasty hot like gonorrhea mixed with crotch rot
Top notch cocksucker... killer, with the ryhmes thats ruffer and iller
Than any tropical snake's venom, with poisons disenegrating your feelings
Skin peeling, flesh left num, veins leaking, faces left dumb..founded
No certain vaccination possible, no hospital probable, eyes left clouded
heavens crowded so you get sent to hell, farewell,
eyes pop like a cancer cell, cast a magical spell
like dungouns and dragons, more delusions and illusions of life on the horizon,
Swords is Drawn, any Lord is Gone, i can't Afford imma Abort this ONe
as i spread my wrath like kahn, and the earth plummits into the sun
me, Stephen Strange with emerge from the rubble at dawn
darn dun they done did it doggy diggy diggin dirty ditches then dippin 2 da dons district, doe da don didnt do it, them is dim witz
Hem the lyrics with, word thread and thought needles,
Bitches dig around for my poem's waste like beetles
all yall mutha fuckaz minds are cracked, weak and feeble
thas why I walk up into the cantina and execute ya like Greedo
Yo greed feeds my needs to feed on simple beats
Believe when i cleave your seeds, i succeed in defeats
but what you speak is weak...you need to retreat... or be seen bleedin in streets... stinkin for weeks...
high speed chase on a stickshift car
hallucinating off booms and shards
realism fading deficating in my drawrs
traveling back in time life on mars
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fuck a rhyme whore with boards that be 4x4
nine inch nailz deadin bodies so fraile they crack like shells on snails
i get wet like paracites that ride on the backs of whales
drinkin from the grail.....cause Concept gets ill yo
ya tom foolery aint foolin me i decrypted the divici code
my heart is minus 50 degrees of cold
hearted like cardiac arrest
bless the mic while suckin the breathe out ya chest
lace the cess
with the most rugged drug that penetrates skullz like slugz
slow off top but kill the writtens that busts ya mugz
hot as hell on fire wit spit fire aimed at thugz atire
imma perspire....cause i bead bitches pours
got ya open like raw infected soars smothered in sars
back lash the computer graph and split atoms in half
yo nigga you no Concept be a made man
fingure fuck ya bitch and give ya daps wit the same hand
nut avalanche wit ya dame skiin on my dicks substance
drunken awkward raps role up ya crew in obundance
i got my eye on ya moms while u still lookin for sumpthin
blow up the spot like spontaneous human combustion
chew niggaz up and spitt out they wack rhymes with human consumption
the block is hot and i aint tellin jake nothin
so you must be lien threw ya teeth when suckin dick n cum pumpin
yall mid-week like hump day
every other day ya boy gets off on ya other homie
you plus ya crew must be very lonlely
im spittin off the top still..dont forget you owe me
rape pillage and fucked up every town ive known B
welcome to the wu dojo
Concept rides in wit four hoarsemen but we aint playin polo
rip herbs in half by myself spittin solo
i hate the matrix but im duckin cats shots in slo-mo
bow down to the street and lick the bottom of my feet homo
my raps so tight i got the taliban screamin OH NO
off the top with a fresh rap yall so-so
not even like a see saw tweekin cause Biggies on the bottom and my minds off the meters
cold hearted with heaters
so i contradict myself
the diiference between me and you is i spit for wealth
blow off the dust like records on top shelf
if i spit weak like you id fuckin bury myself
lol on the raw drunk tip nigga
myself help this is one line concept why u makin it so complex
i love ruff sex when im stressed
grab a bitch by the neck and fuck out her last breath
jump the 19k west
to see Steph and "Skippy" Seth
face all decayed from the stress
accelerated by the meth
no tical for this evening
because of chinese deceivings
now my phone it won't stop beeping
"I don't give a fuck you man is leaving"
im not a man leavin...im a man bleeding
needing something worth seeing or believing
yall amateur like wiffee droppin my seedlingzz
Im creepin.. neva sleepin..clever speakin..behead ya beingz..read text ya seeing...Quote:
Originally Posted by tha god concept
the god concept + ac flex ya dreamz quicc..bout spittin nice n gleaming..written HYPE of heat KID..
I was born with a lyrical gift, so any ameteur MC who steps ta dis', will be tastin' ma' clenched fist.
i wrekk shit
shove that clenched fist up ya pussy lips
i drop jewelz while you droppin babies bitch
Thoughts to blend, step with the swift sandle, leave a dapple
a dapple?
imma twist ya wig like snapple
your dirtier than the worms eatin out the big apple
Yo, everybody from wutangcorp listen up, the god concept will get his ass kicked for not keepin' his mouth shut.
Listen Fresh, you can't tangle with the best, unfamiliar mind serves the sense
fresh-
"Yo, everybody from wutangcorp listen up, the god concept will get his ass kicked for not keepin' his mouth shut."
yo what?
that type of bitch talk makes me think you take it in the butt
dick stabbin ya gutz....ya whole style is front
you best to respect tha god or imma de-bowel ya cunt
Arhh shit, let me tip toe across these slabs.
ur waaaaaaaaaay 2 slow fresh...dam
Yeah whatever, you seem hard, but its all an act,
Because on the inside you know you cant spit a rap.
Get read a bed time story by you ma n da,
You probably wear womens underwear and a fuckin' bra.
Also, im new here, and i was just wondering, im just sayin' those things for raps sakes, i respect you, just incase you thought otherwise. ;)
Quote:
Originally Posted by Scotty boy
as i slip slow into the lab,
flip the beat sideways like a crab....
No need to start creamin', heres a cherry put that shit on top
You spit clean like a mop
when will this shit stop, harvest word like crop,
Anyways, im in a cafe, and its closin' down now. See yuz later.
Fresh.
son my rhymes be flawless
beautiful raps like some double DD's brawless
you think you hard kid??
dont make me laugh
why you keep pm'n me askin for my autograph
your soft as wax and ya face is stuck on my battle axe
you about as fresh as flava flavs ass
k man, i think i'll pass, that was crass,
thraed about as interesting, a growing grass.
Autograph? Bitch, you aint no star,
I'll blow you up with a sawed off n' all.
Haha! That rhyme was shite, anyways, see ye'!
Fresh.
A well written paragraph, decent vocabulary to slice you in half
Different when i think, to any of ya'll pricks, yo poetry stinks
scotty boy, flippin deck me thinks,