rush the pack while weak mc's curdle raps,
making cheese but endulging a sinful lapse.
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rush the pack while weak mc's curdle raps,
making cheese but endulging a sinful lapse.
i supply lies in lines till i cant go back
and will truths' existence to fight facts on wax
i just dropped this line in a battle, but i liked it so much i had to recycle it in here..........................
stop talken shit, and get up out of my face
nobody likes u, not even Tom from my space
and tax, all tha poor people who's living out of shacks, drinking dirt water, while aids is just, killing and slaughter, women, men, kids, yet there is no fucking order.
(Atleast Oprahs actually making a difference there, unlike these rappers that go there and bitch about what needs to be done, yet all they do is throw on a concert....she donated 40 million. They're in the process of building a damn good school for the kids, too. Africa will get better.)
world disorder, but keeping it real wit lines, and solid gold darts that be so damn fine,
from my mind everyfin looks good, but not everfin is as it should
homeless people when spending mils on war, livin 4 today cause dont know what 2moros got in store
They subverted whats worded, till the norm is the perverted
Sit back and wait till the power is ascerted
Little is known why I’m a disease to emcees longevity
I’m the negativity within the nativity scene/
Cold-blooded 'nam Marine, spittin homicide, murder the whole team
Fuck the milk carton, puttin faces in front of magazines
empty a magazine keep my streets fucking clean
cuttin necks then to the spleen similar to RAKIM i'm a mic fiend
Impossible to break like fort Knox, chicks brains is gettin boxed
We keep the game on lock, tryin playin Biggie, Olmos ya, leavin faces Pac'ed
yo that magazine line was dope^
liner liner , dope introduced to a timer
count down , 10 seconds before the line up
Constant progressin, my confession leave 'em guessin like twenty-one questions
*oooooo that one made me wanna go write a verse
like why is My Kin only Twenty and in his Death Bed! I'm Stressin..bad start to 2007!!
Got a Problem aint no one going Next! Throwin Text like my Head is a Bullet Vest
best respect the spit or get hit, with the excellent directed sentence
im a high ranked rhyme sniper clippin wack mcs off the Corp cypher
leavin the thread deaded, hiphop heads imbeded with the pencils led kid
my mind divine more rhymes than all of Bed-Sty did
plain to see my style is wyllin' kid, accurate timin'
explosive aftermath like nuclear bombs collidin'
Concept battle'n leviathin, ridin the tide in
the divine verses i let loose collidin with zeuses lightnin
its frighnin, imma butter the toast and fry ya
spittin fire at the ten headed hydra
secret agent liar, you think ya verses be tight, well my minds like pliars
im screwed off the top like budwisers and crack cocaine buyers
i rap the facts loud im compared to a town crier
$ix a 747 cuz no rapper flies higher
a buck fifty scar bought and payed for, tricks up my sleeve rockin a bionic arm
clippin the tree branches at the chronic farm
smoke the leaves laced with pcp and shake bars
i take yars....walk threw ya hood yard in a hoodie hands grippin eagle claws
i steal cars and bringim to the chop yard
even got cop cars chopped, now lookin like mazda miada drop tops
rentem out to runners that usem for drug drops
seems like a 2-man cypher in the Corp buildin' wiser
nothin to lose like the ways of a 25-to-lifer
Times is ripe or ready, whatever hold steady
Rhymes is tight more ghetty, clever I'm bold said he
To the wise man, I supplies jam, your eyes damned
Man can't see, sown shut, you just can't be, you blown what?
no mc can serve me like consecutive life sentences
concept on death row for murder....got caught wearin my victims necklaces
also charged for puttin 10 mc's in the ICU from rhymin wreckless
puttin caps in ya head like an oppointment at the dentists
Point it at ur temples at let it salivate thoroughly
stung when u spit dung and aggrivate the boro-bees
nyuckka pleez, they says he's quicker than a strikin viper//
Eye of tha Tiger?.....gettin gouged in villain's cypher//
droppin shit n missin tha diaper like mischevious kidz//
unseen illuminati tossin citizens eternity bids//
kinda fuked up like some triple D's tryin 2 fit an A-cup//
this biz is doin Krueger maneuvers.....hip-hop better wake up...//
MAN...
I SHAKEUP Cyphaz..wake up hyper..bake nuff bitaz who steal verses..
f-a-1-liner! stay above fightaz..brave, rough writer!! peepin this like drug stuck inside ya!
Piledrive ya message home, bullet tip with poems, slang deadly from the dome to the catacombs
Whippin up batches from scratch, gotta devil & a dollar to catch
the shotti barkin loud n shit...blast ya head in 100 little pieces...i counted it
yall best bow down n shit...cause the god be dangerous
when i drop the realness ya whole look on life changes
i herd theres a price on my head....the church put out a hit
they want me dead and put up some serious bread to all bounty hunters and x-feds
fuck i gotta get ghost, on the lamb typa steeze
and if i get got imma haunt the vatican and all priests
and get the last laugh when my death is avenged by my seeds
cause theyve been in trainin since day 1 when they fell out wiffe
White and C on a Team.. is like da "GoD" Almighty!!
Combined we Dominate! two Don's that's Great!
Bomb your Base! Nowadays they Replicate!
Arrest da Fake! we da Best n Great like Great Daynes!
one line turned into A Page! A Maze..A Grave?
amazing grace was played after i made her my slave
white n dangerous got my back like a ciroprators trade
we spray flies on the wall wit raid...then use ya tomb stones to write rhymes on
i got a fist full of pissed off pythons stuffed with a dozen pipe bombs swingin from my right arm
creepin threw the house of flyin daggars, my swaggar like shinobi pt 1 on the original sega
Concepts an icon takin care of the hungry beggars
i dont trust nobody , not even my other alias
We be dangerous, all other emcees scared of us,
Theyve all heard the talk, scared 2 battle a solider from Wu-Tang Corp,
Alias is Bury Men! Despair ya Kin..like a Carnival it ain't Fair..
and ya'll Rarely Win..we a Pair of Kings fuck Poker! we Proz Jerk!
that -crack-headz- like you Smoke Rock! Oh GOD..Hold On
da Lyrical Sho-Gun Composed of Materials that R Unkown ..fuck