tossin a line like a Kunai, slicin ya 3rd eye//
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tossin a line like a Kunai, slicin ya 3rd eye//
These are verbal times, guns are old skool, the weapons of the streets are these tenacious rhymes!
blatant rhymes coming outta the lines,rewindin the times that piece together the meaning of life
seeing the pipes//exploading slowing time down when i get my mode to hype//
yall just fag types blowin dicks like bag pipes my mag snipes you clean like rag swipes
get tagged wit dragged spikes lag when the poison fangs frag bites//
moonless black night blowin up spots bright as a mag-light roamin with the black knights niggas fragile like abused crack pipes
straped nike's i attack life act right befor i start a stab fight sharp hits wit ab striks split a line like i spit the nine from gag mics
let me bow down.....sike ! run ya nikes, faggit and the shure mics runnin over niggas on my dirt bike you pussies purr, bite logos branded leave you stranded like turnpikes
flams i spit burn types i ern likes that would over turn dirt bikes
emerg from the earth like surge mites with lights that merge and blure sites
whered u learn to fight ? from mike ? cuz all you do is bite.. way more than you can chew fool man jaws tight puppet types strings pulled shallow sky-minded like kites
yes i do i bite like mike tyse wizard Perice turn the black lights bright white and incite the next hour when my skills take flight dragonball i build might blizzard winds i make it fill like ice
man that sounded too much like fishscaleQuote:
Originally Posted by tekunique
lol
yo i mean diss one lolQuote:
Originally Posted by tekunique
lol.. yeah the 'make a ghostface verse' thread on the wu chamber had me buggiin hahaQuote:
Originally Posted by Eversick666
hahahahahah dope
dropp a verse like ghost... lil weak rappers my stomach growly yo i want some,
haunt em wit my style,juss tryin to style like the wu tang god son....lol
people say i'm ambitious, my rhymes arise from my interest/
come close and inspect, that i'm above, your only fly like an insect//
your not a villian to me unless ya name is villainous v droppen the heat,like thermostats turned down a 100 degrees,thumpin the beats like he in the jungle wit trees.........
bring tha wildest titan to his knees, blood driftin in the breeze//
slap a slut in the face juss for not abateing to her kneez,degradein if u please,thieves that robb ya mind of any truth in ya dreams
Villainous Plots n Schemes to snatch ya soul from ya vessel//
u bet ull get eaten up by the stroke of my pencil,if i wrote all the time i would really be grime,kill ya mother brother uncle and make ya sister watch it in rhyme
Givin bitches Goosebumps like im R.L. Stein, lines from my souls gold mine//
a god astro travelin, throwin lighting charged rap javelins//
we not having it, all u weak heads get chopped off like im a decapitated dome,massicist,pull out the weapons now considered some full blown classic shit
no but fuck it i aint havin it
slap back crack tracks thats babbin it
what u takin homie dont taddle shit one line rhyme a serious shine,if u wanna step to older mcz in the scramble...lol lil pimp start droppen
on some jurassic shit, im smashin' and hazardous//
Antagonyst sever ya status like ya lazarus//
bring mental dead dead back 2 life, tha blind receivin lasik//
holdin plastic guns pretentin u holdin the baddest,collab wit double v,now one line rhymes,status is tragic,usein black magic to summon the rap tip,spLit ya face down the center juss to peep how much sharper MOFISTOS AXE IS
Im comin like Nosferatu, like Pharoah Monche said..."Got You"//
unedit tha lyrics, and quote tha shit it before ya last breath//
Fake MC's catchin death from Eversick: Murderous Chef//
black action like a serioous samuel jackson
damegin any click or faction.
my reaction quickers than yours, sword slices thru u hits the floor, one wannabe emcee no more
bitch close the door....i dont give a fuck if ur gums are so sore
just open ur mouth and blow whore
And keep it going untill she asks for more
don't lose tha battle and tha war from talkin outta ya place//
wit tha snare catchin tha bass, both breakin ya face//
Its never to late to save OUR race
place are case to in brace the state i quake like the earth when i bake and shake
before the disgrace takes place