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Soulja Enforcer, that Snorts and...Snort's More'! Sober..is So Bored..
so i steal from my Store's Source, so call me a Poor Sport..Perfom'd For Herb!
thinkin Drug's are Mandatory, and if i Can't Have Sum Shortly,
Family Mourning, and Ransom Warnings!
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Fu-k todayz silly gimmicks
I'm sippin Henny, blazin purple haze like Jimi Hendrix
g'head and mimic
OTB gats spreadin lead that turn hats red like Linux
corner cats holdin phat sacks of money green and china white
catchin c.r.e.a.m like the wrecks I get, golden rimez iz shinin brite
Poetic pest bringing the pestilence, and exceptional excellence
Getting the dollars, and cents, plus the praise from ladies, and gents
Even since Commom had the sense, i had the blinding style tints
Me and my dunns might jump a cop, but we won't jump the fence
Goldiggers in my pocket, get nothing but lent
And i change labs like mad scientists, so i don't pay rent
Freestyle give mics dents, i'm treacherous in the trench
Cash rules, i cash crews, hate em like i hated going to Sunday school
One way rule, emcee's get chopped while they screw
One fool say he got hoes, cause i gave em back to you
ayo...i told my wiz to give me some brainz/ i filled her neck wit a couple of gold chainz/ i busted a nut allover her physical frame/ i don't deal wit lamez, i'm about my game/ i'm known in theasez streetz so i got fame so remeber tha name...cipher god allah!!!!
remember the name of this, lil cracka, lil pistol packa
whoop yo head with the fifth til your shit all shattered
splattered on the floor then im out the door, gotta go
got moves to make, yeah u know, u fuckin with a shotta, hoe
so move the papes to my pocket when i pull a glock and cock it
or i might leave your brain spillin out your eye socket
bitch u couldnt rock it with arm and hammer and pyrex
the way u run your mouth u might be the one to die next
might need to run up on your ass with a 30 shot clip
get some hot shit up in your big mouth just cuz u poppd lip
you just a player hater fuckin with this lil bitch slayer
always gittin lit and quick to whip this 7 inch dick
so if u want it bring it to the door and get popped like a hoe
snitches get stomped to the floor then shot with the fo
aint tryn to get knockd by the po cuz i got caught wit some dro
thats why i stash it in my lungs when im out for funds, yaint know?
Got raps in mills, and guns for ya grills, dental blown with blue steel
Life is too short, i'm too real, my culture power drills
Match the war gear, in war feared, fearless in here
Bandits bagged, after being grabbed and gagged, burn they flags
Pay a fiend off to spray their lab, catch dad with the mag while he urinating
ten i'm out to not be mistaken by pigs in siren blaring transportation
sumtin' like a 12 gauge, what i display on the page
lay flowers on the graves of lames fakin' da flav
what the people crave is that real nowadays
niggaz jus like lil wanye, have bottles chucked at the stage
camp fire writer, yo im close to the flame
trained in war games, sun tzu was my name
veins all itchin', dope music ease my pain
i shoot up cuts, mix tapes is like cocain
come hang wit the resident evil
i make mcs disappear, become myths like da 5th beatle
get cha people, 100 to one, its equal
ill son'em all like i follow mormon teachings
pass out beatings via audio streamings
defeated local yokels to the illest in sweden
the handle lends credence, murks means business
the black joss whedon, pen slayer vengeance
The game is mine, got it locked like Shyne
You dumber than Martin, i'll jump rope on ya spine
Shoot dice when i'm high, bust nuts in a hoes eye
Throwing emcee's off roofs for saying their so fly
Enemies of mine ain't got no time
You got bitches but their no dimes
Beat a bandit to death
Bat to the skull, followed by a close line
Pistol whip my foes, crime
Axe to ya head, to expose ya mind
Smoking more niggas than one-time
niggaz stackin' in B rags ollin in a clean jag
prune juice interior pussy nigga mean that
mind ya mannaz fo i pop hammaz
ransom the gram handlaz
black rag is my bandanna
alotta niggaz claim they bangin' me i just dont
bu the differance is i let off nigga you wont
so in the mean while i freestyle like the fellowship
hello bitch pulled up in a yellow whip
yellow wrist chekk out da yellow chicks
grippin fifths to let off a hella shit
i dont rep no shit C or B
but i thrown a few signz and i know a few B'z
plus i flow wit sum c'z blowin that weed
fuk ya creed my army is me
R is what the hawk is rated
i scream on niggas like monster incorporated
write a few rhymes do a few lines
shawty passed out but the ho still fine
baggin up dimes time to shine
hop out the whipe to commt the crime
4-5 to ya head ruger on his gutta shit
hoe niggas on they mutter shit
my uzi on that stutter shit
i dont give a fuk bout dat other bitch
bricks on the butter shit
kicks is crack ya tracks r wack
they aint lyin when they say my mac is action packed
sittin on kloud 9 high as a kizzite
red like a stop lizzite ht the strip and get rizzite
real hiphop is now scarce, rappers done got too garish
leading those thats esoteric to perish
in irreverence
as good as musics gets that get spent
on the radio its pathetically average
fans is now fanatics, acting out in hysterics
they favorite mc dizzied by enough karats
to feed a husk of hare
i dont care if you on your grizzly unless your riding bare back on a bear
my parents didnt raise me well, they wasnt there
claire huxtable answered my prayers, when life was hell
the tell tale heart, underground thumps
below raps floor boards cause they killing off art
keep'em in the dark, talk that gangsta, gangsta
keep fill'em with that ol' angst and anger
make'em wanna be those strangers that hang tough with thugs
and make music for clubs to entertain us
fuck dat, get on them books and go to cambridge
the box is here, im thinking outside like where the rain is
its big things poppin' and its deeper than pockets
when all that ballaholic non sense leak in to your subconscious
and you find yourself surrounded by ass clowns acting raucous
the artist aint so much at fault its the consumers who cop it
and i can just do me and make crack pot comments
that you preceive as being jealous, just telling you where my head is
niceQuote:
Originally Posted by murkoutz
When anger is felt i beat rivals with my belt
Laughing while lashings give slashing, for not having knowledge of self
For that act of arrogance run your wealth
Rats love that song "It ain't hard to tell"
Rhymes so stale, u better bail, your battling a general
Send your men to fail, aftermath, closed casket funeral
I'll live well and die happy, that I'm not wack like Lil Scrappy
Right, and exact, exactly refined, divine status, and shine
U can't see me in a battle, blind man rhyming blind
salte ya cerebral with these lyrics of evil
Meet you at the crossroads with them Bone Thugs
And shed blood of you and your goon thugs
I'm underground unplugged
slunk low in the tahoe so niggaz dont notice him
hand wrapped around the jammy, eyes red and focusing
"how money gonna play me like ps3? he not knowing
im a v.e.t." that what he thinks
closing in from the east, a white grand marquis
the target but whos that sparking in the passenger seat?
a barbie look like light skin, petite
"fuck it, im gonna have to snuff her off of g.p."
he peeped as they parked and walked to the front door
too early in the evening to do the hit on the front porch
waited ten minutes, hopped out, weapon concealed and
looked around quick before he dipped to da back of the building
the lights was on in the kitchen, he could smell fish
glimpse thru the window, saw old girl working the skillet
kicked in the back door clapping the biscuit
she caught 3 in the titty, fell on the stove and went limp
homey stormed down the stairs "fuck is this shit?"
dub duce spitting out lead and not a bullet hit
"remember me?" our hero blurted out from around the door frame
"you sold me that shitty cocaine"
"i had a name in atl before you fucked my sells. the ol' switch-a-roo,
you knew shit wasnt the real"
Line livin', driven edge seat bewilderin'Quote:
Right, and exact, exactly refined, divine status, and shine
Wildin' style an', mild psycho child
I might flow loud, or soft coughin'
Coffin' cuffed, luck runs a bluff
Tough scuffed, workin' stuff
Lurkin' huffed drunk, stunk blurred and stuff
I thunk heard as much, what?
Fuck, buckin' back-asswards
Clash hard then forget fast, tard
Massed sard-ines, Marine morphine fiends
Card Queens quit, Jack jumped the split
King seems ripped, crack Ace thumped and shit a brick
Hope you don't mind I sorta jumped in on the last word in your line and threw in my own kind of shit. I thought that one line of yours was fucking tight as fuck. Whole verse was pretty nasty. Nice shit dude. Glad I popped back in on this shit.
Ain't nothing crunk about the kid, two step this fist in ya wigs
Intestines gutted out, batters up blow cracking em ribs
Right hook upper cut connection, unbelievable i'm notorious to the pigs
no story is this, gory misfit, misbehaving when i take too may sips
act up close shop, Run ya throne i got the chrome cocked
Telling you, and ya man's fam the wackness don't stop
All ya'll joining Pac, By the way run them keys i'll let you out the headlock
Good looking on the big up Acid peace!
My flows like the electicution used in executions
Im the new solution.. pop u like a fuse, ya ruined!
'n ya out of time just like a truent student
leave ya fluids oozin' when my uzi's spewin
cuz the fued is brewin.. catch a hot one
Im speakin fast as the cats in auctions
blastin gats as often as a marksman
contracted for manufacturin' coffins
i spit disasterous toxins.. cuz King be venemous
and im up in ya grill like the dentist is
my rhyme replenishes.. proper nutrition
ill twist your bones in akward positions
heard them shits pop n ya pissin
all up on yaself cuz son ya got dealt
enuff heat held i could make a rock melt
rocks meltin ya brain, numbin ya pain but u aint see whats goin on
while u smoke your life away these weed puffers is rollin on-
some fuckin blunts or some fuckin chumps that wanna test
see if u still superman when i carve an s on ya chest
aint messed with this stress see this hydro got my mind thoed
fuck a rhyme flow, im bout that cash flow, im gettin mine bro
let tha nine blow on this pimp then u better finish the job bwoy
we aint cool, u gon get burnd up fuckin with this hot bwoy
it dont stop bwoy, rippin u, get split in two from 4 shots bwoy
from the shot riddim u dance, shittin yo pants, layin in ya own slop bwoy
u lil weed fellas gon get choppd bwoy, when these killas roll up
with nuff heat to spark u up, your whole clickll get smoked up
im smokin out with my dick pokin out plus my nuts hangin
im a slut bangin lil playa down to bust my big cannon
7 inches in yo mouth plus yo ass til i blast lil mama
then im out with yo cash, for that i wont ask lil mama
im buckin' yall foo's... til no man in ya crew is left
not even jesus can save you from your gruesome death
im lucifer in the flesh.. wings stretch from my shoulder blades
thus reshapin' my body like moldin' clay...either fold or play
another soldier is slayed... burnin' corpses smolder away
ashes to ashes.. im burryin' ya children alive in the casket
lyin' next to your cold body... they cry as they grasp it
inspired classics... while im diggin my fist through they're entrails
the life your livin's in hell... drinkin' piss from a tin pail
shivers climin.. up the back of ya spine when im rhymin'
i drink blood with a carcass of swine for dinin'
crushin' souls like the force of forty mountains of anvils
sacrificial offerings .. glowin over a thousand candles
fuck with some scented candles bitch im no joke
yall hoes choke, got more than dro smoke in yo throat
my dick so dope, hard white from a real cracka cracka
a rapper slappin pistol packa that known for his big ass sacka
bitch step backa, tricks get battered by this lil gorilla pimp
heads get shattered, brains splatterd to show how ill a killa get
leave a hater wet like i forgot to put that bitch in the dryer
and fuck u french ass faggots when i gotta put ya click in the fryer
monsieur patate, aint gettin nothin but bullet holes thru ya hat
who the rat-atouille, this aint no disney shit bro, rat-a-tat
get busy trick, ho need to get up on some dick or scat
get you a grip, bitches slip and fall and heads get cracked
im causin more accidents than faulty breaks fuckin with these hoes
gotta get green though, puffin on weed yo, thats everyday amigo
cuttin up weak hoes with jail mans thats been Bone-n-Thugs
so bitch run, aint no Harmony, yo lil ass'll catch more than slugs
how cats gonna rap about asscrack stashes and assplugs?
I thunderclap fashion thugs
my havoc has valleys black with blood
muzzle flashes as fast as slugs
bastards lack a mother's love
and you slackers nap, backs plastered with mud
killin it killin it killin it!!! 1
its been a hot second , but the god's been ressurected
so he who doesnt know yet, best to show some respect to this veteran
a fuckin wu corp legend, comin with new swords swivel styles ta keep ya guessin
make a fuckin example out of MCs faster than i can make a home made weapon
fuckin up ya lettuce like crops thats infested
with inbred insects that bite my fruits of labour .....then digest it
cause i got that fly shit, timeless classic devine spit
i never hawk loogies in public,,,cause my saliva ages fine like wine bitch
so prove yer not spinless like ectoskeleton rhymers
buggin out on tha mike like don king, wrong ring,,bloody diamonds
Concept left cause he writes tha divinci code slang honestly
i dont always ride my own dick, but my ego keeps trippin n fallin on me
im a cold hearted ,tundra skunk puffin canadian sasquatch thumpin
a head trip for skeptiks that dont belive one man can get this...
nice with free texts ... this literally took me a minute and about three secs
but i dont keep my eyes on clocks or a watch, cause time moves to fast for readers to digest ...the flyest mc that migrated from the east to the west
what a man gotta do?? blow his nose to get blessed
but im a handsome mc.......so i dont gotta go lookin for sex
GQ typa dude... Gettin Quality head
your a homley lonley homie , cant get brains without payin her bread
typa cat that can only hang........off every word that i said
and your number two pencil writes complete shit cause your full of it kid
fuck peelin his wig back...im pullin off his entire head
cause im the wu corp alpha male.....ya best tuck ya tail between ya legs
i hatch new life when i rhyme, you snakes brake then ate eggs
tear up the web so much i crippled your spiders 8 leggs, half steppin in shame , even grizzlies look shook when i bare arms in the woods these days
my style is fuckin dope....but dont even mention an intervention,,, when i flow more than just knowledge sprays ...shit you wont forget like holidays and those good old college days
puffin ebola just so ya know the,, kid cons artists cause im way over they head n shoulders, and id bet that ill get, the rep of bein the sickest in the west , like easy when he caught the germ,tested positive for death ..i couldnt even believe it like dam god...easy left but no one believed that eric was right ,, atleast not right enuff,so he was left to die
cause dien of aids is like fryin up eggs
a slow process of death,,,even chickens feel pain , this is your brain on drugs burnt up after taste
risky like a ten year long binge drinkin strong whisky in a tipsy mind meltin state, town to town like sum gypsies
the apple in my eyes feelin riper,,,,fuckin pie eyed surviver feelin shitier than diapers
pissed off at your bars like lifers at rikers
fuckin with me isnt healthy....like a crip whos new cell mates a biker
dumb daft british prostitutes sell mates theyre desire
im sewin up the web like a pissed off black widow spider
the wu corp vet got her wet and i dont even liker
but i beat up that pussy like a greek roman fighter
tame the pussy like a tiger till she trained how i liker
cocaine comatose mentality...cause i cant stand her thoughts of reality
plus she cramps my style cause shes constanly menstrating bleeding pretty badly
like a stuck fuckin pig..dieng slow moaning n squeeling
just cause you gluttons are dinning swine with some wine at dinner time this evening
talkin to you simple rhymers is like hanging out with bernie all weekend
tweekin.....geeked out from just reading, this heathen sized beatin i put into words and they hurt as you keep on readin
careful tho,,dont choke when you speakem, cause your under achievin personality isnt fuckin wow'n me
your bars cant hold me back, like that prison break in NBK with mickey n malorie
paint a picture perfect tragedy when typin all of my verses.....my shits priceless like an egyptian sarcofigus so its obvious i drop curses
thats a no brainer, and if she aint suck dick..... shes werthless
got wu corp shook like old ladies clutchin purses.....big CONCEPT just started tho so watch out all you herb kids
cause even the make a wish foundation aint savin up burn vics
plus the fact your a snake , satisfys my urges of knowing you deserved it
Wooooo!!! That was ill. lost me a lil' around the aids thing but still, hell of a drop man. Good shit.
I'm putting that shit in my sig.Quote:
risky like a ten year long binge drinkin strong whisky
SOLID shit...so that's what spit boxin really looks like...
much respect...
u aint got the balls to rhyme,
with liquid lines mcs fall,
infact they cannot be called,
mcs at all they weak,
when I speak I expose them,
I suppose I could be being ova critical,
ova analytical this is my culture,
vultures pickin parts i tryin to learn the arts,
get the smart in 5 elements,
tryin to build a relevance so people care,
stand and stare when i spit
im freestyling letting my just type this shit.
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I dont know where that flow came form but im quite likin it.
Just Freestyle while bumping The Roots-Get's Busy (off the new album)
I got the BOOM! like when i read The Tipping Point
before the roots made an album about it/
i give these bars some life when i ink e'm
yall devour them like milk and titties/
or is it seeds your girl be drinking
when you spraying it all in her mouth/
thinking going down south was just phrase
i get mo' play than any game that wasn't San Andreas/
my flow ain't normal it's carnivorious spitting it ever so feverious
making you lunatics get wit the game they showing you/
those ain't videos that psychological warfare along wit disillusion
concluding to you being dumber than a tree stump is/
get wit the game know about politcs and all the pile of tricks is
give the kid some credit it ain't his fault he don't know who Barrack Obama is/
my shit stocked full of radio-active material spitting mural
so tight you'd thought Picasso and Leonardo Di'Vinci was here/
i saw these cats yell "get money" but i ain't got no for ya
ain't it funny you ain't got a j-o-b to show 4 it/
and you rather define your stage by not getting on stage
you rather take a page outta the book of stupid/
i rather take a page outta the book of judges and job
i rather roam in rome than to go back to a job that i ain't even wanted/
This life is short so til the day i die i strike with force
Write on the back of a horse, passing your porche
Took shorts til the day i became taller, the human torch
Examine forts, and resorts..bang babes on beaches sand in shorts
Drop bombs off cliffs..they land on dwarfs
From the land up North, my hand to hand, drug sports
Low cut villian killing, your Curious George
Bang on a boar, call of the wild, hear me roar
Raise ya hands if your sure the generals raw
Relax then maul, the black panther jungle dancer
These days medevil, my tongue stays lethal
Injection leaves you dead from brain swell, may God be with you
open your mental
crack your through ya dental/
enter through ya sinus
like Martin Short in Innerspace/
now emcees trying to unroll scrolls
when they don't even have the flow that glows/
when they don't even have the education,
knowledge, wisdom & understanding to dicipher the translation/
expression through detention
exposition through retrofitting/
my extra flows be no kidding
to any team placing a bid in/
i've been staying fresh since 9-8
went from rapnetwork to the Wu-Dungeon/
to entering the 36 chambers
before sucker emcees were head hunting/
Now these sucker emcees think being wack
isn't the same as being fraudulant/
what the fuck is wrong wit cha
my lines be more in the veins
of those like method man to kris parker/
i'm the archer flow sparker
rhyme hollow tip spitting so sick/
i rip your brain appart
without ever changing my dart clip/
take a hold of you mentally
telepathy wrangle mind straight like jeans/
now you wanna be bell biv devoe
when i strike the pen i'm poison/
you can dry clean the flow while i steam the bars
you trying iron out cha lines while i dry clean my lines/
Here go a preparatory story of a gorey king fell from glory/
mandatory sunny days don't stay, but they return to stormy/
borin Maury-type whores implored me for a moment of notice/
smokin on lotus leaves amidst redwood trees in the forest/
came from a Taurus to a Heckler, then back to the poorest/
Moorish Science like-minded, sold my flour like a florist/
stay the night, devour porridge, but didn't see the trap doors/
descended near my end pretendin friends wasn't actors/
kept my back towards the wall, recovered quick from the fall/
stood tall for all seasons, killed y'all reasons to cook raw/
shook the pigs like it's football, nixin' the richer politicians/
no crook, y'all, hood law got me runnin back to the corners blitzin/
mixin wit Krishnas, vixens, and so-called Christians, listenin/
to advice from Christ-like men and mice, removin the venom in/
my system, gained wisdom from my Biblical umbilical cord/
my pinnacle soared from cynical wards to still live for the Lord...
Aggression through transgression, stepping through the spectrum
wisdom the dumb question, while some quest for lessons
Let sons build without the weapons, negative vibes killed
Inherit degrees, seeds minds filled
Bills billed to my address, back then i embraced stress
Couldn't maintain without cess, and sex
2 way text messages to older Gods i respect
Carry the jewels instead of the tech, a technical vet
money stacker, why blow it on a bet?
home is where i rest, devils wanna test my peace
Fuck color a devil's a wicked man, or woman same status as beasts
turn up the beats, as i feast on tracks unreleased
Cheap thrills iv'e seen turn to blood spills
Throw out the pills, man made headaches kill
A story for the children to be served preferably chilled
I spread words across tha street lyk epidemic chicken pox/
I hostage tha globe,darkness falls,eclipse dust just as tha bottom of a pot/
darkness befalls and midnight cums/masses screamin,tha lethal pestilence came from tha slums/
as i watch da world turns,doom swingin/
i incite a war,crips of blood,hedz of scores missin/
orchestra singin,releasin sounds lyk dead men yellin/
tha street mayan,brain is lyrical pagen/lyrics drop bomb digit lyk an arabian priscriptions/
mcees git missin,they git eaten by tha wild beast/gravity destruction/
tha blac drakular,i swing swords,chop hedz off wivout no reason/
lyrical dissin,words clanned wiv dymamite infusion,adrenaline cocontion...its torture/
i drag bomb shells 4rom da sky lyk magnet,then allowmassive destruction/
Waving the iron flag, fire on fags before i retire my rag
subscribe to magazine mags, scribing journals in Bagdad
Return to Armageddon, mind bending game got me crazy women
Winning these street wars, don't speak whores sweat me in the stores
Broads got me bored, i get groupies with no deal, or tour
Type to rob a rapper signing autographs in record stores
Wet your lord, beatdown your idols, them niggas softcore
talk raw, and get your face thrown on the grill, i do murder chores
Don't eat swine but i'm burning boars, get down on the shore
Beach is flying, i can't be faded while i'm frying
Heart of a lion, king of the jungle grinding, never trying
always violent when pressed, the wild style tyrant
you got O.C. style, simple and hardcoreQuote:
Originally Posted by J.T.S.
The fact i'm gifted puts me high on the shit lists
Of those who received coal on their first christmas//
What is this hatred? i didn't ask to be a wise nigga
Dun, face it, "only true colors rise with the sun"//
That means its the fake that stick to the dark world
I might call'em misguided, but i got translucent eyelids//
Even when i'm sleep'in i can kinda see what's come'in
With no war drumm'in i standout and forge sumthin//
Spontaneous yet complex like i planned it for hours
Strong like the paint brush on a canvas of power//
Lets think prematurely and ponder the last breaths
Will a be accident like a tight rope walker loose'in his step?//
Maybe i'll go down as another black idol murdered
Whatever the bet is,
Mostly i just wanna be well respected//
Especially by the ones who i do out of admiration
Not position,
Then i'm fine with throw'in my last pitch in//
Iron maidens return, my burners burn once it's my turn
Blast out the whip doing a U-turn, i spray firms
Burn degrees to a third, my words absurd
Cum on ya birds, word i get women by the herds
These rappers terds, and gayer than Goldberg
Moving on emcee's with Cheetah speed, run ya gee's
Sonning teams, running ya guns, and cream
Son don't sleep, eternally cremating beats
Arsonist techniques, i'm rather unique respect me
A stressed gee, undressing wisdoms sexy
Text these darts correctly, of course the vets me
Moving so fast as i harass, you can't detect speeds
All my connects peeps, i snap knecks sleep
Spit streets in the midst of drama, movements discreet
diggin this shitQuote:
Originally Posted by Bigot Hitman
the black knight rides a white horse
lined and chopped fine, it snorted
both pointed (in their minds) on a righteous course
behind boards old timers crouch on porches
scorchin heat relieved briefly by pourin drinks
icy, spiked with hennessey
weezin, disease-ridden breathin
2 old enemies that can't settle things until they kill a king
one mandarin reveals his rings
building a dynasty raining fire and debris
the tyrant, an iron king, the lying thief
the dying priest confiding lifetimes of heinous crimes on lines and paper
files and ranks arranged by eights and other arthritic digits
long division gets misted by the addition of medicinal spliffs
bishops play positional games
heaters wet, beads of sweat drip from gray
ancient techniques are taken from beaten chests
each defeat a lesson, after lectures fees are collected
wirelessly connected, each is infected with virulent methods
the second linesmith's skeleton detonated
sections decimated, his lyin bitch threatened mate
dedicated linemen positioned in a dyin defensive cage
one side replied with elevated ranks
the mistress rises, silent assassinations sans traces
both old men vanish, replaced with a recognized face
divided by a sinuous line, one side white
the other colored by the blood of yang
study terrain, stomach plains, and flood caves in one day of precipitaion
done with son's games, I stun lames with sunrays
puncture names and crush frames with dusty blades
my bloody face busts racin from the stomachs of named victims
this insane system envisions us as slaves visitin
whips and chains, our own anger imprisons us
agents within slay the innocence remainin
but you pretend it's games, the matrix never existed
definitive citizens in the wickedness of Babylon
businesses experiment on denizens
troubled government representatives are bugged and listen
secret clubs speak with slugs that whistle like crickets
indicted for principles I'd die before violatin
the stone giant is patient
pacin flames sedated, embracin the trials of Satan
fiery lakes are painted from stages in shades of gray
these days you pay to play
myriad paths are paved with grave intentions
shaved thin, ranks of fake friends are eliminated
the simplest bladesmith
seperatin craniums, the ragin tempest
Fuck a GenChat, fend dat off
Sawn off drunk textstyle like sex wild
Vexed child, hexs flexed necks collapse
Gasp, sputter and spit, illigitimate kid grown
I been flown, high as a kite....air flight
Tight, G force of course I endorse deliquints
Freak frequencies, freakin' frequent in sequence
Sequined fags back-lashed, the mack crashed
Sack Deep guttah fiend, workin' class machine
seems clean but mean intentions, dimensions
Outta control, soley sold on soul sellin'
Worshippin' Satan, out cold rebellin'
Fuck the system, them piss mistin'
Urinatin' on a nation, what the fuck is yo' occupation?
Take a stand, take stations
You facin', erased life blatant
Fight the powers that be, relight the fire burn the tree
I yearn to see, free thought of the lot
Pic a spot...caught mad or fightin' for what you ought have?
On the blocks path doubled up and knotted,
owls on the block look out for the spotted,
blue birds trying to stop the smooth served,
icing on top of the cake sloppin the shake,
i'm on the move mocking the jakes we play patient,
have the doctor come thru and stay waiting...
playa hatin snitches gettin sprayed up, its possible
sip yo haterade up til u laid up in hospitals
heads is all poppable like Maynards Juicy Squirts
the truth it hurts when i disperse fakes wit uzi bursts
dispense of u useless fuckas, yall jus some chew-and-suckas
slobbin on my knob til its nuff wet to be used to fuck ya
yall battyholes get caught wit more than body blows
all ya bitch ass suckas can lick and suck on my shotty, hoes