Tell them folks whats happening, disillusionary politics from the roman empire still chromosome mapping, underfire whatch out for Bush, plan is still to annihilate the descendants of Cush.
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Tell them folks whats happening, disillusionary politics from the roman empire still chromosome mapping, underfire whatch out for Bush, plan is still to annihilate the descendants of Cush.
Grooves Krush Move Blunts Not That Mushy Stuff That Orange Kushy Stuff Fluffy Buds Crushed And Puff It Up
a baby with fast brain cells moving dumping truck// looked over at his mom and then at his finger then stuck it up
the chosen one volcanos erupt, split hydrogen atoms wit his tounge rezerectin king tut
Drastically this line has to be the last of me but its not over soldier's the words you speak of is blasphemy.
Its a catastrophy,seeds commiting devilish deeds trying to be all that they can be, while they steadly killing families the babies.
in my house, i see a mouse
reside in subterranean--underground
im lost, not ta be found, murdering reputible emcees in less than 3 rounds
Catch an incredible beat down weak clown as I burn whole towns down with raw sound and editorial by the pounds slash blasts of c4 explosion
watch it start erodin the buildings, the childrens faces
Look Older As They Look Up And Get Rolled Over By The Killin
bust from the over filling // blood guts over the sholder spilling/
Im chilling, disintegrate anyone claiming they villians, thats how Im feeling, words to the utmost....
bullets release ya soul and make ya spector get ghost
Shell Shock, we burn spots, you think hot, I think not.
i think gloks pop shots into domes with no automatic locks
sling slang glocks till they bang shots // drop gang cocks on docks in a slain blood staind box
I'm too hot-and blowin the spot with top notch drops // weak bitches-I leave in stiches cuz my flow pack knots
blood clought's, paint blotch's, and stray target's, the attack of the supreme martial artist, the hardest.
drop kick the hard-fist like a sharp blade blood spray all over the carpet// feel the rage n anger in this carnege that slay brains and partial cartlege/
think this corruption's at and end, yet this shit has only started, soon see threads about gettin head from bitches that are retarted......
dead mcs fill lakes fed to sharks and, weakness gives way to darkness
grimmy killa illa mic switch eye lids twitch on the hartless// got the meter on the milla scoped in force.. hole filla marks on targets// as the 1000 men marches forth picking em out from the back on horse//
crisp your body with fire from a torch, my rap's a backhand smack
crackin' backs wit blackjacks attached to staffs//
look back for survivors and blast at em each wit 3 macs//
rivet rhymes on tracks, echo one block on the east, shatter twenty windows at the least "fuck peace"
burrning crosses devels in white sheets// get em to drift walk to the cliff and drop em off of the highest peeks//
The height that I reach with the word's that I preach, Touch the mind.
with light so bright as to touch the blind, no peace to find is why we resort to crime
reach the streets through gang sings//drugs roll in the east as treats like jordens hang time// so go and defeat me beat this weak line ill destroy you like ali at his peaks prime
cos my lyrics leave holes in ya face like a shotgun suicide
i verbaly beat u..nice 2 meet u..i come from teesside
Where them hard cats ride, no lames in my presence, Im every living omnipresence...
Its King Six when it come to you peasants, disrespecting my throne your subject to the death sentence
in less than minutes, the barbers fade from the razorblades....
For Your Last Walk Goin Thru Death Row Gates You Best Go And Pray Every Numbered Hair On Your Head Isnt Safe
lock in a box close the gates tied with tape bound and strip from ur faith// their is nomore of u like jews this shit is like planit of the aps..
killing u with my beats..u cant tell anyone its descreet..its worth putting u on the floor and tiein u up with duck tape
Fuck a track rape, I'll verbally kill you, hide you're anatomy without a stash trace.
a masked man without a face, emerge quick from the midst....