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poundN
you gotz to upgrade,
2.0 fix,
86, that small time gangsta shit,
roc the vest so the shots dont phase wen they hit,
I spit digital scripts,
firewire, wiretaps and microchips,
keep my clips filled with the teflon coated tips,
Im deadly from my desktop,
must have been rocked,
wipe your shop off the block,
fire one,
outta my galactic size glock,
shoot planets, dont panic,
I am the manic, call me johnny mnemonic.
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I got the lingustics that lick off like burners and biskits
When I flip shit
you get hit wit
A force similar ta two pounds and four clips
Your boy's sic and missin a few screws
Live by tru MC rules
Never go to work wit no tools
I skold fools, empty they pockets and take they shoes
I live wit the Grizzlies, boy I'm bad news
Rock Tattoos reppin almamater
walk myself into a slaughter
because it's death before dishonor
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aight check
my metaphors are powerful enough to wet up doors
and show ya the insides of ya bones like skelators
fags get knocked to pivits snitches get put in ditches
i want the riches my peoples say i'm sickened
cause i'm the nigga that do drive by's on midgets
with intrest i take hip hop crowns pass the reign
snatch ya chain clap ya brains never rat ya name
flat ya caine burn ya skin cause i spit acid rain
southern lyricist shitting on you east coast mc's
with eaze ya boring style needs to switch pleasebig g's
will come and leave ya body stinking like french swiss cheese
hahaha
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Cop A Brick And Throw It At Ya Head
Breath Smelling Like Something In There Is Dead
Ya Heard What I Said, Dick Gettin Sucked By A Mami Fed
Paid Her Off With My Jizz Gun, Dick Hairs Stuck On Ya Gums
Slingin And Eatin These Jumbs, You Aint A Cookie U Fuckin Crumb
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Gettin Head From A Mami Fed
Gettin Head From A Mami Fed
Jea Jea
Gettin Head From A Mami Fed
Gettin Head From A Mami Fed
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aight check
The Gho$t Writer fucks with weed only yea i'm caineless
and if ya brainless might get whipped by the stainless
the hood is rainless,only hot sun and fake thugs chainless
screwing they bitches playing with them big knockers
leaving splits at the bottom of they leg like knicker bockers
cockblockers get hit up with automatic choppers
pissing in they dockers then picked up by robbers
secretly disguised as coppers they get beat up and thrown in lockers
lyrical floppers never ever will be concert mc rockers
hahahahaha
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Sunrise to Sunset
29 revolutions around the Sun
and i ain't stopped yet
in my hood i'm a vet
on your block i'm a threat
correct vex
thugs wit techs
adjust their aim
suicidal thoughts flood their brain
this is known as an upset
the best secret kept
camouflage in any project
real but rare
type of ngga if you saw him you'd stare
give you the truth
and take the dare
i be living proof
Hue Man wit the solar glare
wit more flair
then Rick
chop ya esophagus
there's no stoppin' this
write Sanskrit
and spit hieroglyphic
mystify mystics
wit ebonic linguistics
resist it
if you can
but i be In Demand
like a new release
feast on my flow
even Eskimoes shiver in my glow
and say it's too cold
beautiful and bold
before you step up
it's best to fold
before i unload
on the highway to heaven
run you off the road
and make sure your story
never gets told or sold
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aight
all my connects trying to figure out whats the commotion
nigga i only got nicks and dimes fags i need a promotion
give a nigga some more weight before i show hate
blow eight in ya skully and flee to you home state
niggas need cake give mt that good shit some hash dude
beofre we have a clash fued tired of pitching in school bathrooms
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shut the fuck up boy and get put ta bed/ no supper for you boy you go unfed / tiny tinsel tot you red coal fuck what the fuck you doin with ya soother in ya but/ dont ya hear momma callin its time to suck a tit/ she gotta put the lotion on that sore upon your dick/ teddy done faell in to suicide/ layin to close to you really fucked up his pride/ one day you may grow up to be a man/ but you will never grow up to out box the ARMZ of this MAN
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electric live wires/ life expires/ yall tits is milked out/ Maybe yall need more medicine, yall is sick fuckin w/ a veteran/ must be hiv cus that shit you got is a killer disease/ set the pulse at ease/ blowin sets like a breeze through trees/ watch you shake from the reaction/ murderous factions/ cuttin bodies into fractions/ no distraction/ I'm killin with this/ Energies channeled is murderous
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Sicka than the Bird Flu mixed wit H-I-V
I came to guillotine a nigga wit his mix cd
Count stacks like NASDAQ
deep like fat-man's ass-crack,
smash wit battle axe,
shit, i need to relax...
Now....
I came through with the rain and the wind
the evil Djinn slayin men,
He's back from hell again.
It's been a prophecy,
ever since the legends in the Odessy
ILLEST in all modesty,
Crack ya like dropped pottery.
Follow me! Snipe an MC who's Lemming-like,
Been rockin Mic's before ya monkey-ass could ride a bike
Lightning strikes twice, but only when Verse decides to write
my pen bleeds the paper like it was a knife fight
Demon knight takin flight on backs of black dragons
slashin masked fags and dumpin they body bags in
rivers my spine shivers when this beast smells blood
the earth quakes, mountains shake, disaster: Flash Flood
Random Lines:
Assasinations keep my mind pacin', raise the black nation
or be K.I.A., if not, then a permanent I.C.U. patient
I had to duel, so I let off like Yosimite Sam
I coulda escaped but was spotted on the video cam
the villain's not to be trusted, especially when he's dusted
I woulda brought my swords but both blades were rusted
I swear missa offica, I didn't know!
What you expect when the villain's in a Martial Arts show?
Fuck ya numchucks bitch! My trigga finger's swifter,
Blow em back to the past, ya face is off the family picture
aight. im startin to get my old styles back lol.
Villainous Verse
Phazabladez
Teknik-36 (Tek-three-six) (new persona)
workin on the characters still, but i plan on doin a short series of shit featuring the above personalities. each got a different style n shit. word is bond.
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I continue to be the Bad Boy of rap
Not Diddy style but Origanool Gunn Clapp
Musty Nuggets Hat, CP written in Black
I love to munch an Herb for lunch
or afternoon snack
Take it all back, my land plus the pride
I realized I was alive
the day the music died
Hip hop lacks a heart beat
I'm hear to revive
Lyrics are short circuit
Like Johnny #5
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nobody challlenge me, all of my battles end in my enemy's Defeat
ending ya win streak, that goes ta any Mc' that tempts me ta send em ta hades