SkellaTon Official

Yang's disciple
made a name breakin ciphas
flame ignite
dangerous mind crack codes
blade slice, the bastard's cold
crater strikes then laugh in the snow
the sonned rise, the last 2 know
blood runs, the fastest flow
kut blunts and ashes float
on bic pens, a bee focused
the beat locust
keep treatin em and keep chokin
simply formin on streets swarmin
from low ends to henry hornets
fronts spit and heat porches
drop yellowjackets and keep rollin
keep holdin when crabs attack
you bastards lack discipline
dell-craft,
Half slash then laugh, "FINISH HIM"

a cold wind, this Black Hawk
explosive on crabwalks
0-fin bat Sox,
I broke in and snatched locks
gold grin crack rocks
neva Lego, smash blocks
axe tossed,
at The Roots a Black Thought
crafts taught over tracks walked
drafts chopped and screwed in position
pot shots, chefs fued in the kitchen
topic: adoption, I'm abusin the children
cold fusion lyrics
top to bottom bruisin physics
only fumes fit description given by livin witnesses
dentals dented, mentally demented lyricist
pyramids imprinted chemically
swift hidden spliffs finish me
Bint Kennedy spit endlessy
with half a fifth in the lead
this skinny nigga need 2 feed
till only bones are in the leaves
I've barely shown how Bics bleed
on scary foes and business deeds
tearing holes in defences weak
buried growth ends the scene

Your nice with it skeleton where's souf chi??

south side of chicago

my mic lines power the CHI skyline
travel my lifetime in an hour
towering over white lines
cowards spit the wildest lies
while the powder's lit by my design
no blueprint
but each line's precise movement
is rooted in script
no crew to defend
I, soldier boot trenches
new recruit suited to penmanship
clansmen with digital cannons gripped
leave panic stricken foes pissin in clothes
kevlar panelin encrypted in the minister's robes
hard handed, one finger cracks bone
tree branch rappers I snap in the cold
then advance trackless in the snow

like your flow, foreally real duke..
good rhymes, I'll keep peepin' ya shit,

pea2e

tight lyrics

towering over white lines
cowards spit the wildest lies
while the powder's lit by my design
no blueprint
but each line's precise movement
is rooted in script
i like these lines right here tight.

appreciate the positive feedback, y'all.

don't forget to sign up for the tournament. I'm lookin forward to crossin darts

wit some of you.



btw...

on the general chat board they're talkin about invadin some LAME forums in da

name of WU.

Undaunted, an unarmored farmer
defended his salted and fenced in fields of death
limpin and liquored up
his spit was unlimited and rough
ways old and set
this focused vet made them feel his breath
manifested with strength
each lesson was tense
and strangely enough, he never left a print
since the genesis
his businesses were chemically imprinted with pyramids
serious in manner
he employed a series of hammers
from carpentry to artist's streets
he was never far from the oven's heat
even when dummies speak
a wise man listens, but when he leaves
often angry bees are whistlin

South CHIolin is returning soon.
Chiolin Bones on the prowl with growlin chrome foul...

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Undaunted, an unarmored farmer
defended his salted and fenced in fields of death
limpin and liquored up
his spit was unlimited and rough
ways old and set
this focused vet made them feel his breath
manifested with strength
each lesson was tense
and strangely enough, he never left a print
since the genesis
his businesses were chemically imprinted with pyramids
serious in manner
he employed a series of hammers
from carpentry to artist's streets
he was never far from the oven's heat
even when dummies speak
a wise man listens, but when he leaves
often angry bees are whistlin

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Dude, seriously...my favorite out of all of them. I also liked the line about Black Thought and shit. But the opening to this verse makes me picture some salty ass motherfucker defending his own. Good fuckign shit man.

when heaven and earth meet
my surface is sheeted in ether
true believers eat the flesh
confess the sin and be blessed
be the best but never read, it's stress
take it easy and rest
but be ready to test weaponry
when u recieve our text
evil connections teach lessons of deft tech handlin
targeted artistic expression with cannons
u demand it
fools branded and stretched as canvas
ungodly, I embody Osama's raw probability
swift robbery where all could see
spinnin tops hop in the breeze
while ur defense is a lottery ticket
swift penmanship crosses the digital finish line again
journeyman shop technique
this is ur neck and choppin block meeting

rotten flesh rips apart
plottin next against bottom-list columnists
droppin shit and callin em darts
attraction the attention of venomous sharks
will only shackle you to the blasphemous vacuum of this killa's art
steel spins in an arc
hits, spits sparks against nemesis targets
limp cards fold quick
I flow swiftly over boulders
throw focused hands at stones
until only sand exists
blow kansas winds
commander of vanishin terrorists
handlin cannons swift: my two hands
chew name brands stamped in metal brackets
enemy canvases damages when I spit yellowjackets

I recognized the 12th disciple
slight limp on his right side
combine rifle components
iron rises to the surprise of tranquilized opponents
necktie rope swings in cold breezes
chokes and screams are lost in an ocean of oak leaves
old trees with roots that reach like concrete
think of each leaf as a shock troop in the streets
aftershocks and debris as boots and blocks meet
balanced on the balls of my feet at the tops of peaks
I bomb rosters for fees
ashes blasted across across the scene as often as I breathe
hot beez hop in the breeze
hidden ninja crickets sing softly and snipe silently from treez
exercising the right to think
I devise lines of lighting that scream
strike at kings with the highest degreez of fire
while fiends keep rockin till they retire

South CHIolin winds howl past great lakes
ashes wasted on lames fakin foul
no traces of powder
my patience is power risin
crowded lines of men pacin
contemplatin the heights of this Dart Tower of light
the hour is nigh
christ and the twelve disciples strike divine ciphers
the blind die of thirst
bleedin ice water, drinkin wine till they burst
the first shall be last
blasted shell burst shatters glass
a carpenter's passion crafted the madness of his passage
but after the laughter he revealed pain and mathematics
the chains of middle passage
rain and the sadness
refugees beg change from those that had it
it never came and the situation was deemed tragic
faced with truth some choose to sleep in their caskets
I dream of blastin chips
breathin plastic visions and attackin the system
this assassin is viscious in givin foes damage
focused on classics I close this chapter on broken programs

the slow flows of opponents drip
from broken bits of bones chipped
focused and cold against the skin
locust rotate, then blow the gate infection
infiltrate corrections
lungs inflate with rigorous training methods
yang's image reflected in ponds
peasants get bombed relentless
this minister with swift palms spits calm scriptures
psalms written on bronze columns split rivers of thought
rotten timbers are dropped into bottomless depths
as I contemplate the politics of death
blazin hollowtips plot on alarm clockin rest
consecrated and concentrated it hit's Jayhova's witnesses
they only apprentices
hydrogen tinted winds blow fences in
expose scrolls with cold pens
opponents fold, chokin on focused strength

u no con, u a con's vic
i revolve on ur nonsense
in calm waters i'm the shark's fin
devourin cowards and competition
get showered in shit
rounds powered for strong distances
crowdin senses with lyrics
powdered and sifted to sniff
who gives a shit u bombed first?
kid's like dizz can kiss my con-verse
ur long search is over cuz this bastard
know who the master is, shonuff


did em in wit da dirty dozen!!

i put knights in rotation
seven nights of formations
patiently placed
perfectly balanced blades decapitatin lames
then vacate premises on late breakin apprentices
senctences delivered only evidenced by
silent killers with high temperatures
silk-slippered liars firin from concealment
tiltin pillars, blinded
rainin fire on philistines
pain and cable wire built me
brains drained and encased with wrenches filthy
dented timbs, my feet
whisperin wind when I speak
defenses brief
but every bone is chilled by what kut spilled in the streeets

The man in black fled across the desert
and the gunslinger followed
upon my neck, the sun's pressure
sands swim and shift makin it difficult to swallow
squint against the wind with cupped hands
dust and sand in competition with a hollow man
followin plans demanded from the heavens in a loud voice
now drownin in an unleavened land's famine
mentals crippled
his sinister choice to continue his voyage by sevens
severin connections to kin and confederates lessened the human links
but it allowed him to cleanse his clouded dreams
and do the brutal things needed
greeted by beautiful demons
servin burnin drinks guaranteed
to kill the chill of the earth's surface heat
thirst is a curse of the weak
and my tongue is the first to peak when the furnaces speak
survey a landscape deserted and bleak
burnt trees reach for the moon's red eyes
while a fool's wickedness convinces him
he was confused when testifyin
I choose the direction of mice and men
as I blew death across the depths
through icy fingers with wind
the connection strengthens
optic twigs extendin
sharper images scripted
taken apart by agent armed syringes
they missin a single digit from start to finish
spit shards and slivers
darts dipped and twisted with the hardest particles in existence
thin and malnutritioned
south CHIolin spits the distance
tempted by demons
I grit teeth, shift heat, and keeep trippin
my arsenal of parchment is missin sheets
but once started there's no stoppin my the mission's completed
pawns in positions to reach ranks unseen by mere mortals
peer in this soul's portals
evil bleeds in large portions
waitin to recieve orders to pour through
tortured, boiled, and brewed
I've been called the Destroyer of Truth
Bones, broken and bruised, spoke the soil and grew
voyages in excess of 100 proof
fools get hunted in schools, usually
platoons of harpoons
marchin to the tunes of ranks and files
ninja gaidin over spaces, escapin from shaded to blank tiles
8th ranked with basic styles
don't get frustrated, this shit takes a while...

descend hip-deep into the wilderness
venomous techniques sink into my victim's systems
rings glint on hidden fingers
lingering evidence of inked messages:
breathin leaves breathless
killa bee sting wreckage
street connections leavin debris
and sneakin weed into heaven
policies? my beats address it
cuz when I reveal lessons it's like steel's undressin
kneel when I bless it
stretchin my thought's collective across sections
wrestlin with godless prophecies sent to mock me
innocence spent as property in this devilish monopoly
precious particles bartered as cheese
astonishingly
friends can't tell us apart from enemies...

bomb cities and study continents
borne aloft in the clutches of strong winds
this black hawk the fallen among bronze men
follower of da god's callin
parchment armored, the strength is in the scriptin
precision positionin, pen and pixels built with conditionin
buildins tremble when timbs kick hinges in blatant
staircases littered with spinnin spent casins
forbidden and ancient debates are raised by ignorant masses ragin
face the ultimate temptation:
kill your master and cross the stage at graduation
I can taste the contemplation as it races against ur mentals
the pencil's face is blunted confrontin instrumentals
stumblin, pacin over situations any bum's been through
gritty extended tools gripped foolishly can still shift tense degrees
my prints, leavin a child's innocence in the streets

WORD!!! tell ya man, boys got some definate skillz and am talking mad skillz, respect mate. thats last one that starts "bomb cities and study continents" is proper tight!

spin the axis of evil
the real deal is nothing compared to what the people's craftmen could teach you
steel-capped steeples projected
from achilles' heel revealed weapons
never healed connected to stretcher wheels
freshmen fear copper bits thrown
choppers shiver and bit chrome
midget clones get split
arsenic darts bubble and spit hawked into the wind
cartriges arc and spin toward targets
heartless artistic armor pierce tip lyrics
charted at a fingertip's distance apart
at this instant this niggaz art was fenced in as business

driven infinite distances
by an addiction to swift penmanship
blackened lips crack and split when I attack this script
first to spit and last to split
casually tip ashes spilt on my casualty's caskets
foul, I bleed black ink rapidly
black steeds travel the middle passage
cracked, savage and foreign
peasants lack the courage to grasp thorns
imagine thoughts formed
glass shattered when this dart was born
trapped and torn, Judas adapted by mornin
stood back and laughed at the fools in black mournin
his fuel, a bloodstorm stored within
breath stinkin of red drinks
he unleashes the forces of sin

my onion is peeled easily as long as ink bleeds from me
heated chess pieces connect with chests weezin
my chemistry feeds on wreckage and debris
never secondary degrees
my sessions are feasts for creatures like me
gleamin white teeth, classic ree's, wrinkled jeans and white T
my wings beat wind makin the night scream again
flyin iron bites skin, silent presicion
linemen in position firin quiet scripts
even lies can live when idiots like minded persist
pride in a system where innocence didn't survive
how are we right to listen to old men hidin?
pride rises, lightinin strikes subside behind mountains
rounds fountain from fountain pens aroused
one page of powder cuts deliberation by an hour
40 eigths of power get crowded in a 12 guage
each shell a hammer for clamorin bells of rage
tales of the tape, tears fell from faces
share a cell with this terror-wrist blazin
bred from scripts ancient and forbidden
raised by killas that raised pyramids hidden
swift brick defense
tipped pitches still hit the fences wobblin
palms the length of dennis rodman
skeletons printed cause some kid's problems

the black knight rides a white horse
lined and chopped fine, it snorted
both pointed (in their minds) on a righteous course
behind boards old timers crouch on porches
scorchin heat relieved briefly by pourin drinks
icy, spiked with hennessey
weezin, disease-ridden breathin
2 old enemies that can't settle things until they kill a king
one mandarin reveals his rings
building a dynasty raining fire and debris
the tyrant, an iron king, the lying thief
the dying priest confiding lifetimes of heinous crimes on lines and paper
files and ranks arranged by eights and other arthritic digits
long division gets misted by the addition of medicinal spliffs
bishops play positional games
heaters wet, beads of sweat drip from gray
ancient techniques are taken from beaten chests
each defeat a lesson, after lectures fees are collected
wirelessly connected, each is infected with virulent methods
the second linesmith's skeleton detonated
sections decimated, his lyin bitch threatened mate
dedicated linemen positioned in a dyin defensive cage
one side replied with elevated ranks
the mistress rises, silent assassinations sans traces
both old men vanish, replaced with a recognized face
divided by a sinuous line, one side white
the other colored by the blood of yang
study terrain, stomach plains, and flood caves in one day of precipitaion
done with son's games, I stun lames with sunrays
puncture names and crush frames with dusty blades
my bloody face busts racin from the stomachs of named victims
this insane system envisions us as slaves visitin
whips and chains, our own anger imprisons us
agents within slay the innocence remainin
but you pretend it's games, the matrix never existed
definitive citizens in the wickedness of Babylon
businesses experiment on denizens
troubled government representatives are bugged and listen
secret clubs speak with slugs that whistle like crickets
indicted for principles I'd die before violatin
the stone giant is patient
pacin flames sedated, embracin the trials of Satan
fiery lakes are painted from stages in shades of gray
these days you pay to play
myriad paths are paved with grave intentions
shaved thin, ranks of fake friends are eliminated
the simplest bladesmith
seperatin craniums, the ragin tempest

love the feedback...

deadly experimentation
the undead, scripures and swift blades
slayer intent, veins slit drip spades
the IL-est shades revealed since this day
once chiseled in clay, my fissures have claimed domain over souls sold in anger
exchanged for fake favors and suspicious respect reclaimed by bank agents
outside a storm rages
shouts raised by villagers aroused
pillaged crowns, gems drift in clouds, it gets louder
a hulking mound of CHIolin gets up and pulses with power
devourin ducks, shufflin strut deliberate
begin the hunt, my pen is pumped to dump on illiterates
disappear from senses
International Business Minds digitize
a deserted village the only evidence witnesses existed
lonely scrolls drift in the wind
expended energy willed into a physical manifestation
my manner is patient
samson's cannon pacin, handlin a blazin blunt
ancient blades unrusted wrote
veins bolted face front broken
spoken spells cell-honed
listen,
it's edges still rasp against stone
assassins attack thrones
I sit back blastin a bone
laughin as they fall gaspin graspin their own throats
I gas chambers provoked
flashes of flames controlled
bastards claim the gold, but end up slain
souls drained by the cold flesh of yang
chef of devilish fame, i select delicate sections of brains
eat the breakfast of undead kings, hunter of heaven's rings
the deadliest sweets sprinkled with the last breath of spring
a mid-winter's night dreams frost forests and trees
orange leaves underneath my boots and fatigues
my oven's unlimited heat melts through onions and shelled beets
so what you gonna tell the police?
single syllables the extent of my intelligent speech
felony schemes belonged to the breathin me
but genes evenly distrubuted executed rebellion breeds
headless and bleedin on skella-vision screens
cadet's lyrics scream diluted and confused
I prosecuted them for prostitution of gems
I executed
and the rest of you drifts in the wind

One Japanese man wrote of five rings
samurai to no king
his scrolls depict scenes with senses keen
simple, it speaks swiftly
shifting easily between key beaten
leaves drift, speared quickly by pen-tipped beez
spin six degrees with a sixty clip breez
evidently imprinted with crispy reez
read the script, fiends
bleedin lips need a hit of me immediately
creaky old limps limp tilted
filter kids through inhuman blueprints
true strength built near hills, close to wilderness
my fuel revenge
friendships ended develop into a bitter trust
quit pretendin, the jig is up
no dents or chips of rust can be committed with beginner's guns
get ur digits crushed by this number munchin wizard spittin lungs
mud consistency, blood conspiracies pumped eurythmicly
I struck system leaks plugged into structures of heat
crumble tunnels under rumblin streets
dumm fucks suffer defeat when confrontin these fatigues

https://www.vtunnel.com/index.php/10...6c2045c9616584


shit, my stitches itch again
my pen easily drips venomous liquids
little kids skip scriptures and pick up big brother's guns
the grips are still rough
strength of will is my steel bustin
troubled by the innocent repercussions
attention simpletons:
don't turn this into a grim reaper discussion
my peace is corrupted by weak mumblin
keep it comin
I leave v-tunnels flooded with bleedin ice-crusted dummies
breath the dust of a man standin on a giant's noggin
tie the problems where they rightly belong
exercise the longest sight strongly
there are only two options: applaud or drop your own heat
so you think you know kung-fu?
show me
your flow is a slow leaf driftin
gettin drilled holes by killa beez
mimicry is a difficult skill to exhibit properly
your limited artistry against my unlimited armory
keys swim in my arteries
prehistoric sharks feedin on small pawns crawlin across beets
chopped degrees assault the streets
sergeant slaughter dirty moggs with thirty-aught techniques

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Originally Posted by demented

yo, I roam battlefields like vultures
breaking in your home like a culture shock
anything you've seen I raise it a few notches
bug out bum rush hell take a few hostages
if you think you can step up to my lyrics
there's another thing coming to your clique
a psychopathic murderous goon in your face
you can call me names they ain't hurting so brace
for a fierce counter attack that'll break bones
money power respect, so you taking out loans
you the teacher? you elementary peasent
my bars hold necessary food like I'm a penitentiary tenant

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I develop cultures on countertops
while vultures flock to bodies droppin
holdin crops hostage to profit my haunted noggin
the prophet's targets get their topics reviewed
re-used, re-brewed, weaklings get screens bruised
I can't give you a preview or teach you from my people's evil tunage
puny humans foolishly pursue da gods' spewins

pages, pen-depressed are prescribed an ink diet
I preceed riots, Yang strength correct
the basis built to connect mindsets and flyin iron
lion kings are hunted by men dyin for lyin regimes
lie on the scene emotionless
each motion a test, wolverine strokes on flesh
this breed of soldier no vest
I hold keys bearing cold abyssal crests
show apprentices and cadets how to erect sentences protected
original cadence secret agent
single syllables similarly related reverberate strangely
Dr. Yang StrangleGloves
or even just call me Frank
my veins exchanged with favored material gains
cereally slain
serials visibly plain drain credentials displayed
good riddance, lames
I spit a hood's distance in the rain
simple whip, no chains, limpin in pain
equipped to begin the invasion of crypts and grave sites corrupt
catch me high as fuck wirin batches of nitrogen tubs
this passage is Tyler Durden, the fire serpent of Fight Club
mics erupt, sunlight covered up by clouds of dust
point five kut writes with an icy touch
iron and blood
the scribe's new hires are crushes under a fiery crust
lines of lions strut
I write with time so the shine never dulls
the highest rush of fame
pines combust in flame
my mind conducts lightning and pain
iron lungs gust cocaine
coated, foes lose focus like blow's face

I miss the repetition
the mindless and spineless precision
my lines spit, rewind and are re-written
the scene skips
demons drift and leap cliffs impossible distances
dodgin assaulter's clips and helicopters
my knowledge exists to drop it like this
an apocalypse, a spinnin top of sharpened shivs
the mark of six,
beginners remark they doubt the ark exists
my heart, hardened bricks
sticks and mortar, tar and grits
innocence stored in larders
a hard bargain at 50 cent
scarred tribesmen sift scents in the wind easily
eatin beets, this MC's chin drips crimson and limp speakings
swim swiftly,
this spent delivery clips ends and perms scalps
pure thirst for herbal trout, been in too long I burn it out
permanent scowls on foul opponents focused on a crown
I am bold, I am proud
and my surface is perfectly round

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Originally Posted by .5KutSkeleton

I miss the repetition
the mindless and spineless precision
my lines spit, rewind and are re-written
the scene skips
demons drift and leap cliffs impossible distances
dodgin assaulter's clips and helicopters
my knowledge exists to drop it like this
an apocalypse, a spinnin top of sharpened shivs
the mark of six,
beginners remark they doubt the ark exists
my heart, hardened bricks
sticks and mortar, tar and grits
innocence stored in larders
a hard bargain at 50 cent
scarred tribesmen sift scents in the wind easily
eatin beets, this MC's chin drips crimson and limp speakings
swim swiftly,
this spent delivery clips ends and perms scalps
pure thirst for herbal trout, been in too long I burn it out
permanent scowls on foul opponents focused on a crown
I am bold, I am proud
and my surface is perfectly round

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Okay 5Skull i like this very descriptive especially the 1st few lines

thanx.

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Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS

Whether I’m spitting something retarded
Or half way decent yet guarded
I’m still hitting the margin
Fuck you critics
I beg your pardon

The way I speak unleashing heat defeating you sucker emcees
Picking you off quicker than Huckleberry Finn did Cherry’s on Trees/
Let the option be more about monopoly
Rather than bettering society/
Thinking gaining notoriety
You can be a propriety with multiple options G/

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my cycloptic options topple leanin Pisas
meet this evening's speaker
the author of common problems botherin bleatin ducks
speaking of peace is easy enough
but will you feed your enemies bleedin in front of your loved ones?
troubled times have come
and I don't wanna be one of the last ones
CHI's highland wonder, but without Chris or Sean I managed to piss on lawns
position my pawns to disarm the viscious dissedents against the gods
pretend it's gone, I didn't get this strong liftin straw
my inner figures predicted the trip would be long
so I penned the Necronomicon
skeleton politics with a swift collectivist fist and impeccable chess references
his restless gift reckless with scripts
his pen, a hellish imp dealin death in the IL-est depths of corrections

hot lines dog id do a text song wit u homie havent done that in a hot minute holla at me.

...okay, only got through the first page so far...flames, okay, okay. heat. shout to chi-town south side, illinois. all the south sides in all the cities. yeah, well, wanted to get the chance to walk through robert taylor and cabrini/green...r.i.p. to wenona from ickes homes...they dropping the ghettoes out from the sky here too, so...I'm hip to this shit...anyway, got word from a chi-town soldier about suh'm. land of linc', pro to col, like...anyway, gotta' be on my fall-back shit. and one.

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Originally Posted by .5KutSkeleton

driven infinite distances
by an addiction to swift penmanship
blackened lips crack and split when I attack this script
first to spit and last to split
casually tip ashes spilt on my casualty's caskets
foul, I bleed black ink rapidly
black steeds travel the middle passage
cracked, savage and foreign
peasants lack the courage to grasp thorns
imagine thoughts formed
glass shattered when this dart was born
trapped and torn, Judas adapted by mornin
stood back and laughed at the fools in black mournin
his fuel, a bloodstorm stored within
breath stinkin of red drinks
he unleashes the forces of sin

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...lol...bruh, Kut is in alignment. this al-jihad martial art. this far as I [a tone] got on second page so far. yeah, it's the shit I'm on. shit like the furnace heat abraham had to escape from. pardon self, I even had to atone from self, if s.p. [south philly] was right about me.
judas adapted by mourning...real ill. christ/body shit...a bloodstorm stored within...counter, no more blood to leak from the body [christ/body]...he [judas] unleashes the forces of sin...word IS bond, as al-jihad [cleansing] lives. I know wut I know. pandora's box verses the game theory...I'm over here from philly, I got the illa' nois. my boy told me I [Arm-One, 1KH] was getting good response in Chicago [about 2003/2004]. the Kut is live. the buildings up...