its a exact fact u cant track my slack im slick in my act like aluminum bats not a prop keep yourself buried in ya reasonable doubt..fill your slops
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its a exact fact u cant track my slack im slick in my act like aluminum bats not a prop keep yourself buried in ya reasonable doubt..fill your slops
square ounce n pound..super mache sound from the underground i hold my crown liked or disliked i smash mics like morbid street gangs with water pipes
call it psychedelic im psycho u feel it.....i kill it for the thrill im ill like ancient plagues after the pillage
No slur, burn you up like sulphur, conjucated speach to teach and reach shriviling up any leach, throw the salt, its a lyrical assault...
its not write a paragraph clowns, its one line, condense shit down and learn to blow minds
cant offend the demonted..so its not my fault..u studder with your wu dick riding cult....no insult the truth is great isnt it? c'mon dun pout..turn that frown upside down!!
lol
u know what they claim "great minds think the same" and Ghengis and messiah must share the same fuckin brain.
(seriously i was about to post that shit right b4 i read ur line)
Babtize you in the lake you drown, you never hear another sound..
im like a medium communicating to extra terestrial and paranormel beings but im a sentinel a lean mean supream steam gleam like a vaciline machine
niggas get the spear blunt so they can get the FUCKING point inscribe ONE FUCKING LINE not the entire joint.
(yeh not to be a bitch. but try to keep shorter. yeh.....)
nah without a flaw write to so many lines i plan i keep going..never a limit...u feel it? meh guess not...u lose in the end without a plot and whatnot...
yo my plot's to form blod clots and what-not inside ya thoughts, sit back watchin my plan force ya brain and physical ta rot
When the clots pop, gets blood on ya smock
u get shot and shocked, yor body begins to rot
the posen sets in and u drop hot like funk doc
and slam dunk the wolrd clock to make your fucking head pop
get rocked robed and put down// mics brake rocks when i input sound//
im well reknowned but unfound // snatchin ya crown, im goin up u goin down //
my spit to heavy it flows ready to drown// tied and bound u going over board on this one night out of town
while the world spins round, followin its given path, i deviise an armageddon and erect my shelter for the aftermath
run fast here i come // crushin my enemies above all and below none
hony rolled blunts smoked black lung//tight twists flip the wrist maryjane on the tip of my tung//
spiitin so much shit, ya breakfast musta been dung, paralysis begins take place the moment u realize that u were stung
im a crip and i drop some heavy shit on your rhymes...i could beat u lyrically 100 times.. u try 2 come back with soe lyrics but u have nun
my lines are divine // i hit and run like i just committed a crime
im runnin from the cops, tryin not 2 do time
just committed a verbal crime, when u devised that last rhyme.......
enough of these wack lines ive come all this way to shine // i aint no joke when im dun with d mic it smokes
droppin lyrical bombs and beats that are on time but nxt time come with some better rhymes..cos i dont have the time for your wack ass grime
sorry i changed my last rhyme but i had to when i saw ghengis'
ok ill start us of agen
it about time we had a rapper with the rhymes of a lyrical geneis
u must b takin the piss cos u cant have lyrics like this
re write this allready writting lists//angent scrols show how to give death with a heavy hitting kiss//
grippin gold plated mics w/ both hands i rule venus, and watch whack lyricists ride on an emcee's penis
niggas get mad when the dick they rode and had gets blown off like a distant dad
im a lean mean killin machine // thinkin up schemes and crushin yor dreams
collaspe ya frame, deplete ya spleen, the glok westside connects, givin ya spine a gangster leen
double teamed, thrown behind bars with dope fiends, when they rip the seams of ya jeans youll be wishin for methamphetamines
while i'm terriorizing ya squad, barrel Fat and ready to crack, to the back is where you'll lean