im ridin around my hood with them thangs clean
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im ridin around my hood with them thangs clean
basic shit i spit as i evade clips and dip to the strip with the green house and rubber to grip
im spittin my bullets and strippin my clips and killin my enemies with huge potatoe chips
i fry niggas like finger food, tell they crew don't forget the dip
Dont trip form the mystical thought, got you bough,t cross your heart while im throwing darts
bout to go schitz ya know strait flip like a acrobat on some spiderman shit
Swinging flow, flowers grow off the tangible flow, melt you down like snow.
eskimo materials iccicle missle rituals spit high critical till ya mass and hand full of cash realize how u are....pitiful
planet of the digiables, soft smash, aim your weapons, giving blessings to the uncharted unprofessioned.
unacceptance in this life of peasants contestants in the streets see the solid foundation message
never feelin restless......u can test this.....make sure to call the medics when u get torn n left with cresents
ima pesent tought by a master at stable hights// cast a fast wind disaster a blow of 18 fatel strikes
adolescents aint leaning no lessings, they keep on testing the fire, blaze its hot go to court and shoot up the whole spot, get em he got, got
glocks drop thugs i dont carry// i spit bullits that penitrate hot spots non stop call me dirty harry//
flows creatin subsidiaries, show the chrome, rarely, i stay behind the control like jimmy altieri
i send the lieutenants
The wise say from out of darkness there must come light, the very blackness of this thought inspires me to write, as brain cells ignite,
my pen caresses my pad, swift strokes provoke thoughts others wish they had ;)
thougts travel from the brain to the neck untill the tung grabs ..words stay traped untill my pen opens it up for the attack// deadly spits flow smering the ink on the pad.. verce by verce untill the hook opens fire in a srceam like a gat//
puncutate and let em gasp, serenade with wordplay, hard like a fat persons kidnap
slap the wife n kill the kids while they nap,rap attack hearts and decrease the amount a hatas mouth flap
ive blown past and smashed styles like hurricanes, still waving flags at half mass remember
emcees were slain.
cheap thrills with no appeal-incompetent word play,
but knowledge of the game pays ... I hold it down for days,
flowin' infinitely yo-that's why my lines are blazed
what's up Spoken ;)
you cant rap you dont have the momentem..ill show you wot rap is with these lyrics that will leave you dazed for days..
bitch please, I flow with ease-it's second nature to me
I've been doing this shit for years-since your ass was three
spit flows on a free wind blows indo in the breez// mind coverd in smoke lungs choke when posen is injected by beez
thats my steez, keep the stingers penetrated
all black glass foums a box ur incarsaraded// deth comes fast couse the shit is non ventalated
u can debate shit, an demonstrate ya stupidity, i sit back w/ an open mind in a state of sure lucidity
my ny state of mind leaves ur rhymes in humidity/ killin cowards infront of they crew wit humility
im spittin rhymes and kickin beats in ur neck of the city
thuggesh punks down with the grime and grit holden 50 guns/// u a true play gangsta in this shit rapping a 100 doller bill over 50 one"S//
rappin some new shit on ur ass...but u cant handle it u skip lines like a mantis..u walk away whilst im droppin lyrical bombs
sheering the palms of guilt to which stigmata forms, copper horns claim the life, serve the scythe to crop of corn
killa bees attack whilst ur smokin crack maybe u'd notice if u werent watchin porn...your clothes are torn by the the killa bees swarm
word is born swordz chop umbilical cords feedin mentalitys no more, the casualties in war movin masterpeices but to me still unstaisfactory
war captains be analyzing and deploring more tactics the sure shot bombs blast upon impact
scatter crop land matter back to years past, fools collapse on they self like pyramids over soft sand, its amazing how they still stand
but the cartoons from the pharows cartouche stay animated and bury theyselves underground untill the alignment of the planets
silent assasin strikes when the killla bees are outta sight//assasin only strike when the killa bess leave the area..so get ur facts right and learn the story
magnetic famines, from the sand ramses be raped in bandages, lunar alignment lower ur livin standards