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Hardcore ruler above the earth's core , starting turf wars
Livin' large niggas get beached, layin' lifeless by the sea shores
I see more cash than nerds see books
Cowards are took and put in locked trunks, ya corpse, and raps stunk
In the grade of rap they all flunked with F's
Out of step contenders, are left out of breath
I leave em' stressed like a weedhead out of cess
I'm the arson that set ya rap book a flame
You want the fame, so first feel the rigirous pain
on a petal to pedal the shores i meddle like a middle man who plays the fiddle i get the riddle to rhyme this thyme of season i bring reason to re sun to shine like the mocking bird sings on a dime when chime go to the clue to coo the bird out the blue its black the canary off track can't seem to see the sea for the breeze that flaots to choke when smoke the clouds like a cow going mad over the moon like glad its over the dish say when shoulder to spoon get loon like keys the largo be far go the flick loike shtick out played like a limp dick be strung like a pistol packed gun bust lead to lead not the kind that bleeds to death send wreathand dirt throw on like should hurt feelings i'm reeling back to attack strike now while come pow the chicken drinvoing like its be withching hour the mid of night to light the dusk turn back like what the fuck it i did it you know get with sick like ill spill the piull that brain in bill fold where wealth be hold up to struck the match the gpoal was catch the latch drop the lock in to win not just watch the race set a pace off the mark like piss in joihn tp set poff sparks is heating up no itys hot like pop rocks explode on dock when ship in set sails to sell them a win
sell them a win, but when the wacks come at me ill repell them again/
its seldom a sin, to drop kids off cliffs and tell them "ascend!"/
i spell with a grin, as i match words writin with adjectives and adverbs/
destroyin emcees on contact worse, as i attack nerves and attach spurs/
to my boots, not makin sense but still my plan works/
so who wants to step into combat first, with a maniac pyromaniac who packs bursts/
causing gas burns, to all his enemies that are nothin but wack herbs/
again, try rhyming off me, the way i rhymed off the person above me, good way to elevate.
gas burns like fire churns the smoke they choke when broke like wind i wind the time like a chime to rhyme the sign for the blind to cross the street like a heart that beats the head pump the red river the shiver from winter cols like silver the bullet that went throught it the sliver the slice the entice to shoot dice and gamble from scramble scram with bull for don't wait for late hesitate you detonate the plate the button pushing like gushing the flood for pull the rug give the bug to drop the eaves like tricks up sleezve four chambers to heart wear the coat to cover the rope i hang the bloke who yopoke the colke the cola ride the roller the boaster be a floater n the motivater that dream like cream to stir up sachemes that defame the when the mean gets to be seen
even if it never gets to be seen/ i inspect through the schemes/
connectin these fiends/ with drugs they dont gotta inject in through sleeves/
forget the disease/ but im sick enough to infect these emcees/
like organ transplants rejecting new spleans/ im flexing these beliefs/
in proper lyricism, i plot-fer myricals listen..its almost perfection it seems/
Killin The whole Habitat, ya'll played ones like them...Cabbage Patch..
Kidz, Thinkin they Big when they ain't knowin how ta Live, like the Nig'z...
in my Sig, they'll leave ya'll on da Pavement, Cuttin Brickz!!
cuttin brickz, floodin strips, you know how it go mayne
foes, choke em, yoke em soak em up wit that propane
leave they head burned up lookin like they need Rogaine
yall may be soft whites but yall aint raw, no cocaine
connection wit rock teams, have you catchin em Glock beams
have ya bitch goin south like the hip-hop scene
but ima bring it back, dam the mainstream river
clog up ya arteries and veins fiends quiver
im too greasy, plus greazy, to defeat me aint easy
you got better luck gettin on a track wit Eazy
matter of fact ima put you where the G's be
6 feet underneath me where you'll sleep B
bitches think im creepy, don't sweat em
just wet em up, get em up in the bed to fuck
and if she dont give it up then she better get the fuck - out
before I pull the pump out, buck buck buck
leave a bitch flat like a cutout so what the fuck -
do you think, nah fuck what you think
dont know noone that give a fuck what you think
blunts what you stink like, giiirl but i like that shit
swipe fat dick up you wind pipe dont bite that shit
get hype, whatever, fuck clever I just do this
then sit tight for the next dude comin through bitch --->
Comin Through Bitch, I move Bricks, like they toothpicks
rappin about the cool shit, fuck any other type a music
cuz Only Thugz guarding these Riches, fuck da slugz..
I'm havin Sex with all Da R & B Bitches..
all these Mc'z is Faint Kidz, they have yet ta see my Anquish
they on da Mainstream thinkin they Famous, I re-Arrange Shit
leavin em Pain Sick, with my double Barrel Stainless...
keystyle/freestyle
freak, its all eyes on me, every day of the week, i collect money
honey, please don't say you sicker then i, i leave kats looking kinda funny
peoples trust my logic, drugs, you know i cop it
kings know i'm trumping kats like eating pussy, so drop it
living in a city where it pays to be bilingual
wrong side of the street, i slay singles
got bats n chains, so please stay n mingle
takin it back strapped to misery, history laid flat morbid visually,
posted on pavement, burned and faded, hand to hand snake engagement,
caught in lucifers trance love to hate it, devil in a blue dress, blood is tainted,
bludgeoned the angels, heads spun like spindles fatal fishscale coke bindles,
and drug tales inhaling buds we sail flashes of shots thugs impaled,
a coffin is nailed caused from the profits hailed triple beam balanced scales,
challenge the frail, manhandled and moved like bails of hay....
warriors come out an plaay-aye, bottles clink together bullets often straay-aye,
have ya wildin out like ghetto kids raised by Bay-bay, intense shit going down planes callin out Maydays!!!
I do so much in the world but who cares
Little babies living nightmares
Parents split and always at work
Wondering why their child don't wanna work
They complaining expecting their seed to grow through it
I'm guilty too cause I do it
So fingers aren't getting pointed, I'm just stating
Winoes on the same corners pacing
Waiting for the next one to replace him
Life is amazing, impoverished people feeling caged in
Even when not in the pin we feel trapped
Boys getting paid off the trap
I give 'em dap and some jewels to have
Call me Baba meaning Dad
I love my people but its a struggle
So many responsibilites to juggle
But that's life
Scientifically driven and nothing nice
Peace
can be cold hearted like frozen ice,
but also warm and sweet like cobbler pie,
these poems we write open and confide,
decompress what I hold deep deep inside,
my soul is dried from chemicals spliced and fried,
and exposed to the air and sky,
the sun bakes my bones and my hide,
I replenish my mind as my soul begins to shine,
pay it forward with a positive place of mind,
always building never demolition my time,
look at my daughters face she's feeling fine,
my son's getting older in these baited times,
making good judgements I instilled inside,
As my queen elevates and educates we free the binds.....
where freedom finds, frezzin rhymes, but i coun't see it..like eardrumz at nightQuote:
Originally Posted by bigben
cuz when i clash they bleed, this wack Mc..str8 up cause catastrophe
i got that extravegent weed, something big..like Johnny Appleseed,
Accutally, my accuracy was like it was at a factory,
paint'n perfect tapestryz, me and my heart restin happily
and glad ta see, my crourage flourish..call it blashphemy
call it blashphemy, cause yall are wack to me
ina brawl i'll smash your teeth, crawl n ask for peace
nah, your mouth will be too swollen actually
but i'll still make you'll suck my balls frantically
until you fall fast asleep, you'll juggle my nuts
suckled and stuff, make me chuckle like fuck
suck till i bust, and eat my knuckle you must
your legs ill buckle them up so you cant escape
''man just wait, i got a fam for christ sake''
goddamm you lightweight, i dont give a fuck
squeeze the trigger on yourself, nigga WHAT
LOCUST.. spit then I roast dem kidz. U supposed to LIT tha whole campus 'focuzed'...Quote:
Originally Posted by Locust12
shit on MCZ wit unknown damage 'broken'..gunz blow rampand- Im done- flo cancerous..
a known vandal spit.. graf all day.. hot like candle nigg.. shoot ya (ramblin)..nuicanses handled quicc..
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Originally Posted by Aclikyano
get ya pockets picked porcelain panhandle pricks,
fragile characters slip souls shatter to bits,
ya'll Ricks think ya Slick i'm The Ruler in this,
confused views inflict striking boa's constrict,
the oafs and the sick, the blokes and the tricks,
recycled to fit in a system designs create new victims,
inside of a concrete prison raised to obey and listen,
words I spray are whistling innocent bystandards I'm hittin'em,
living today in the interim choices once available were now missin'em...
aight.... wit da P'z...... I forgot wa datz called......(alliteration I think)Quote:
Originally Posted by bigben
Buchyo........
I...........
Crumble Hedz / Rumble Vetz / Humble Threatz / Dumpin Shellz / Pumpin Tekz / Bumpin Threadz!
Punk get swelled.. Fucc da FEDZ!..Rush ya SET..BUST ya PEDZ..MUCH to WRECC..DONE IN SECZ!!..
DUN I VET..WHO U BE?..STUCC YA NECC..ducc protect? WU MENTION knowledge but U FORGET!..
blew thru college wit A +'s..stupid foolz aim @ targetz- while I snipe em- (infiltrate buses).(take hostage)..
pass the mic aclikyano...Quote:
Originally Posted by Aclikyano
and here we go...
injuring kids like punk moshpits,
hazardous hidden darts hit,
and blow apart armpits,
arsonist alarm active,
tyrranical tarrantula type tactics,
axes attack addicts,
leave silverbacks back split,
swords slash swift,
sneaky salty salamanders slip,
beneath diseased corpses,
silent striking serpents surface,
swallow whole whores with,
sores and sore lips,
enemies engorged ebb, my flow is forceless,
leave you headless like the horseman,
Sleepy Hollow with no purpose,
Icabod Cranes get torched with,
flames formed from the many voices,
swimming in my head you try to fight back but its pointless...
run off the block to hit them at the stop from sign they blind the spot was the dime rto shine like truth the dumb need a boot like camp put to the 4regiment of ants rthey weight to carry this planet i quarry for gems like jewels i contrive from fools not robbing but clobbering for they slobbering for i wobble them on ground that shakes like sea legs i brake the waves akin the fire ones to stave off the hold fought for not to try four but vie doors off hinges the needle pin point like syringes to stick the serum getting injected was the pair of brung bads to hung the lung [punctured like a juncture to wheeze akin from structure of hole blasted to soul watch life escape bring back the peace to face as light leaves the realness be free taking the igorance like disease bringing back the reprieve so next like have piece the pie they can think about before they die
my heads foggy body hurts fingers brittle
cant shake this cold flu like symptoms make me sniffle
but i push through the darkness and follow my dream
hustle my intelligence to get that cream
focus on the close ABC all the time
dont half step, slip or lose control of your mind
when times get tough and your dollars are low
remember good times ahead when you continue your flow
think good thoughts, profits up, market share increases
decrease their mistakes and swim in cake for the weekend
the life of a salesman, a hustler a player
my pockets get fatter, cake grows extra layers
Now go sell something- peace out, later.
double the white albums full of straight beatle acid rocks from columbia off the meat rack, so dope/fiends use glocks spent in circles as digital clock eyes on street crack. Break back slave nigga dope track cause "bitch I said 4 LP's", long song island style quick method of my mental milk for lyrically de-hydrated weak mc's. Bust the cheese skeet and slap down in grotest, shoot me with some stronger shit a.k.a. addict style with bullets to knock down niggaz who strut wit' no vest
immerse the violence of sound with the sex appeal to be profound that bump when thump like vocals and beats are lumped in the package the slackage not this rap age pick up the cup that got the juice you want not in the game to play like a flame go out with a spout from the sane who grout the pane letting the window be maimed now see the world outside as a peril not the pearl from oyster got taken like a coaster slam the drink on top while they mop when mope the life called drama too much can't cope take the prozac then get back many lows few highs yet all going for piece of pie with out any peace the death tolls streak like fire until we all perish like the friaR untuck not john i'm chocking and be gone
what up
props to the cats keepin my freestyle files alive
props to myself for bein amongst the illest top five.../
shrap and ben,..aidz, Tuco an spoken.../
rhymes so ill we leave u and all your bones broken.../
PIR got this shit locked by far.../
run, hide, whatever, we know where u are.../
Sicka serves the rockstars and pushes the meanest cars.../
spoken and shrap in the lab killin the lame and leavin mad scars.../
BigBen the abbot of this shit hates the white man politics.../
good luck ninjas, now get off the kings dick, read our shit and follow the mix
How they gonna stop me police watch him
Like he’s a villain in the street shotting
What I spit is real they don’t like me coz hes problem
Check my rezzamay – rappaz in a deep coffin
Bodies stone cold like steve Austin
Shit between they teeth coz all they spit is keep flossin
Im there enemy coz I educate the streets often
Feed them knowledge – make the seed's blossom
Quality rymes he got them
Im off the meat rack like cheap motten – please stop him!
Why they wanna conquer my soul – police lock him
They hoped I rap about money and clothes
But I’ve seen the cycle - we bleeding vital when demons rival
They scheme to fight you and see you idle beneath the bible
How can you be a road soldier / if your wisdom is week
You wont change & don’t want your kids to be them niggaz on street
How strong can you really be if cigarettes hold you prisoner
You trapped between the folds of your rizzler
It only takes less then 1pence to get a £10 note made
& you claim you no slave – material gain
propane explode brains like cocaine in both lanes
I seek no fame –
Niggaz like to wear shackles / so I lynch mc with gold reins
Bodies dangle of a choke chain
Don’t let some ones perception of you be how you perceive your self
They think we pimps gangsta's & hoes after greed and wealth.....
fire^
furyan way beyond anything goin on.../
nuttin but fuckin monsters makin sure rap never goes wrong.../
rippin shows with mad flows, my clique is the bomb.../
amazing how some of u UFO niggaz keep taggin along.../
step to the vets, get blown off the set.../
fuck the internet, your fam, your block an your corny ass set.../
furyan and sicka firebombing all u toys, dumpin uzi clips an leavin u split.../
I have no shame in hitting a bitch,.. it's what i just did cuz half yall aint shit
peace
huh
more than 11000 thousand cats have surfed this thread.../
pay attention ninja,..it means cats are biting cuz all our lyrics been read.../
nobody uses half yalls lyrics tho.../
they're str8 up garbage,...U a buncha UFO's with absolutely no flow.../
i should start droppin names and expose u chumps.../
kick down your door and unleash death with 2 sawed off pumps.../
knockin u niggaz out an leave you with permanant lumps.../
and ima make sure u get jumped with those lyrics you try to dump.../
who u tryin to fool dog, shit's notta game.../
fuckin burn u alive the second u enter my domain.../
u wont see shit comin,..all you'll feel is pain.../
the 45. goes boom and paints the room with your brains..../
so i better not hear any of u niggaz complain over your lack of skills.../
talent aint somethin u got, ...you've never had it and you never will
peace
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSHQuote:
Originally Posted by SpOk3N
ain't got no culture got it stolen by a clown named jasper, black representing words mentally venting white lines of a ghost named casper. Chained caged and barred minds scarred hotter than a deck of cards with no ace, sip'n tea where I be mentally physically and spiritually walk'n just flow'n through myspace. Do it again = research on ya town feel ashamed as you feel the results come through, abduct and de-fucked holla like a dead mc when my blade silently cuts you.
huh
forget it dude, yo, if i delete the quote or change it i gotta dump the sig cuz of the new rules, once i get em fused together ill pitch it. pe4ace
im getting the pics fused, not the quote
ha ha ha..........
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AC 'da kidd' Chosen..Blast ya skin 'broken'..Rap in ya 'mist' smokin!..Have U clappin ya WRISTz HOPIN...
On WUCORP I been slept on.. But still rose and quoted othaz spittin n smother'd- str8 flippin-a-rucuss!!..
dun want me in ya clicc?.. I givez a WHAT nigg! cuz I bucc sick -> eruption happen -> ya besta ducc quicc..!
SON i been thru MUCH SHIT!..punch holez in u like munchkinz! picc up tha flesh bitz force u to eat thru ya CUT LIP!!..
snatch ya hoe..enter ya CUTLASS.. then FUCC BITCH.. leave her pregnated.. beggin to 'touch this'..ha..
son I..RUSH wit punches..snuffin ya punkz..cuss' n' get jumped'..cuz ya been stuck..no ambulance..no chance ya live..
I flo cancerous..stole handz of chipz..cashed for land n wipz..(and-ya-richez) yall been smashed by tha VANDALous disses....
like i really care,
if you yappin at me dog save that shit.../
you said u could talk? u best behave u bitch.../
like i said i dont give a flyin fuck.../
crybaby mutherfuckers, u can either die or duck.../
mad shells, roll thru your hood like a bat outta hell.../
hop out the whip and crack your bell.../
blast every cat insight.../
rob all your bud and smoke your weed alnight.../
tear your girls pussy in half cuz I know u kept it tight.../
dickless muthafucka wanna talk shit then spit out a fight.../
this is where i was raised and the whites couldnt make us slaves.../
fuck a job, I aint on welfare cuz my hustle pays.../
do my thang in any city, hood or town.../
prison block murda rap mothafucka, I'll never go down.../
never snitched or ratted,..only gathered money an added.../
to my stacks which are more thick then them walls thats padded.../
fuck if I know what im runnin on about.../
But I know you dont know shit so keep my dick out ya mouth...
peace
been ages now and the Rock still remains
battle trophies and glory wu style still gains
is all insane but understood in the hood
that i dont slack i have niggas fo food
im still rude never back down from shit, type dude
niggas get cut ducktaped and fucked wit out lube
the boy's rap is rough like oil its crude but with use
the fact is "i will not loose"
nor miss use my opourtunity to detach body unity from mind
behold the D hence follow the signs
like a pale white horse rode by death
i kill you with my right, cause i hold my mic on the left
get put to rest by a legend of the temple
must i repeat i'm the shadow assassin master of kenpo
my chakra evolves my move set un matched
the soul general please dont get your detached
dont act rash u show promenace of flash
niggas get scared so they start to dash
and thats that i dont need a nother verse
i'll help make u own cofin. question now who wana die first?
clash like a symbol made from the infintismal that grit that sands to blast where stand out the box like the socket to rocket any faster and god couldn't cop it like thoughts to brought the formation of caught up the senses the abilities are defenseless less you list the pretense of shit from rip the slice in face that drip the drool as you gag on the pool of fluid the brain misused it to drivel from drive over work like surmise the activity another word for capability to capitalize on the surprise making and taking the upsurp to their demise not havoing any mind to confine it to a dime they still stuck like a buck one short to make luck blow on balls the dice analogy fortells the pall to bearer the bonds that letter the connection like erction stay standing like the guards through this intersection
one of the original legends of the temple class
never SICKA THAN AIDS but my grades sure passed
never prophesized like the word of JAMES and SPOKEN
but i'm high class and me fall never, so ya keep hopin
not even writen like TiCAL but mc's i tamed
as i reing as one of the few and last in the game
never shamed but it sure has been amusing
that peps come n i see my style they using
the soul general mc's i'm lyricaly abusing
never back down so fuck that, i'm never loosing
on this mic check ho'she dont let me blast
i'ma samma cumlade dude ya barely passed
ya'll slackin bitches fuck wat u heard
i come and steal the show like lupin the 3rd
herb dont get up you'll get served
i'm the real shit ya cats are just terds
and thats word i smite cats like i'm a god
blasphemious mc's ya'll are pleaged wit retards
now discard all hopes of ever winning
wile ya'll waste breath in tryin, i sit grinnin
it's hard to get those ultimate bricks showin,
almost departs your bitch and kids rollin
so middle name diante, fuck a fiance
all i know is my way, monday thru friday
see me i fly straight all yall guys they ride waves
my crime pays ya'll be die'n from aidz?
my spit'z combined with his be rhymin fa dayz
From thugs ta dust heads
im sendin slugs for bloodshed