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so what u playin at these mothafuckas is sprayin at a fuckin snitch
keep yo mouth closed or you might choke on a big metal dick
swallow this, hollow tips gonna rip thru ya fuckin throat
when we beat ya we like PETA, fuckin up your fur coat
get your world soaked in blood drownin in the black rain
u done provoked a flood of lead, open ya head and snatch ya brain
cant complain when u was sayin names, playin games like u the bossman
shots slam into ya leavin ya leakin sauce then yo body get tossed man
minds burnin with the rhyme tournaments gonna tell you now I'm permenant
my lines earnin it I am hungry well you can call me the direst sarge
with crimes you heard of me I'm verbally charges not deserving I'm learnin to barge
on sucka emcee that would have the nerve to extract a word to attack
I burn herbs whos infact gulity of the verse that adapts for dissing my crew and name
have em kissing my shoes in shame I'm now listing the fools who came
in for my girl there after her til the massacre the chapter stirs even darker than most
J.T.S. harder than most I don't care about impressing sum one who desn't know me
this goes double who wasn't flowing for this hip-hop game my love is growing
so you got a problem then shots can solve em but cock up all em my vest relfection
has less defection so shoot me in the head don't miss directions wit blessed protection
my breath is infectin to live on forever for the better i severe n' kill you wit a pop can
can you feel the shot man when the cops ride I see em slide but I blast em high
and when I ride I'm a massive, mass murdering, master-mind
I'm spyin' on my peeps like Nixon, over bricks'an
Shit that iso-suberbs consider fiction, listen
My buisness is a monopoly, poppin thee competitors
Raid'in kitchens, cuttin guts like spade'in kittens
Blades in wisdoms, try to stay civil tho, yaw niggas know
Settin up wind blocks, incase my figures blow
Send shots in general directions, check sinical reflections
Pull out on a mid west texan, local coroners get checks then
I walk through spectators, holdin smoke'in guns
Bold veins on my hands, coke stains on my pants
I'm done, wit these interim cop, body gaurd, bouncers
Four's watchin' them, the george washinton counters
I'm holdin down my paper like rings in notepads
My stack's like bamboo, how they green an' grow fast
Shower singers....bloody pipes,
Runnin red streams in the sewers...
Now they widow wanna fuck me right,
Cuz i got that cream an i screwed her....
This the freshest of the newer,
Hyper than superbowl viewers,
Drench'in ice, gold colored in miller coolers
Yo, doc measured my dick wit two rulers,
Now my shits in the ginuess, record break pen hits
Pheen for fitness on the mic,
Longevity in prime status like...
Garnett the big ticket, not far fetched son the shits wicked
Bars get, rep like street fights, get off my meat bitch
Death by the weekend, to weak synthetic blends....
slashin throats on u savage-folks this nigga got tha anti-dote/
my camp'll-"blow holes" like moby dick u know-me-pricks/
tha kinda dunny thatll leave u in sum frozen-shit/
rollin-wit-tha-coldest-cliques-i-"bomb"-on-sum-explosive-tip/
throw ya body out tha ride just 2 see if u can "ghost tha whip"/
my flows-is-sick im tha closest 2 a human virus/
roamin-wit-goons-4-diamonds all my dukes is hungry god/
fuck-a-fraud my gats is "looney tunes" bugs an daffy b/
crunch-a-rapper-these-cats-im-snuffin-faster- see/
act-ually i snap-ya vert-a-brae-exactly/
semitrical wit ya testicals when im clappin heat/
Aye yo,
My expertise exceeds light speed, think were a match see if u can light me
That's un-likely, i strike deep, slip into ya subliminal..
Drunken off that Guiness flow, J.T.S. is super-lyrical..
Like the late P-U-N, ladies n' gents i bring Capital punishment..
Stabbing ya lungs as i'm lunging in..
Blindin' em my flows cryptonite gems..
Crack-heads wit the stem, i cook it up 4 em..
Chances of ya advancement to win is crazy slim..
In these days n times, vocals of mine, are land-mines..
Plus the lands mine, too ill to be signed..
So i'm un-signed, shells droppin' as i'm poppin' off caliber lines..
Competition rhymes versus mine, i call em bacon..
Cause all of em swine..
Sellin' that snows a white-collar crime..
Who's next in line, to get deaded over the dollar sign..
I rise n' shine, back on the beat like one-time..
Punchin-in time, crafting these punch-lines..
Captain of the crunch-time..
Hip-hop serial killer, wit a dangerous mind..
my techinique is trife i effortlessly strike/
my methods-get-me-hype feelin screwed off tha piffington/
move-quickly-rippin-them ass holes a new one/
da-boom-gun put u under ground when it shoot dun/
consume-rum pissy -drunk grippin tha-pump/
4-fifth-getchu slump my niggas cards all trump/
2-my-pars-yall-punks but i aint trippind dog/
slit-a-neck-slow-tec-blow-hittin-smog/
Raps never basic, plus my rap-styles leave the place lit..
Never in good health son, these raps stay sick..
Reality face it, or fall victim to what cha fate is..
Every second of life's sacred, we gon make it..
Haters and their hatred, putting fake-ness in the matrix..
I say this proudly, the son shines even when it's cloudly..
Ladies crowd me, and cats act rowdy, so i jump in the Audi..
Come in peace, but if i knock ya out you'll wake up drowsy..
Rappers know-a-days rhyme lousy, can't see why ya'll purchase the lp's..
I'll rush ya, out-shine ya steez, fun-crusher plus like el-p..
My company flows attract various labels..
Thoughts are electric, on my kneck live-wire cabels..
Attack like a sable, ready and able to leave ya dis-abled..
Some spitters spit fables, they got the game tangled..
Ashame shows wack from every angle of my iris..
Better be ready to die kid, reducted like a minus..
Mechanical my mind is mesmorized as i memorize spits..
Burning ya brain cells like a drug addict..
Live raps are added, to the memory bank..
Killin' armies steadily rising in rank..
The shady saint wit the shank, fuck what ya'll think..
So many bodies in the basement, my house is starting to stink..
And i'm so stressed by the memories i'm starting to drink..
Missing link to the hip-hop chain, rocking like Kurt Cobaine..
That means i'm a dead living hip-hop head..
Don't even have a deal, and i'm watched by the feds..
For a free-style i said on a radio station..
Mistaken for a threat, when u speak the truth what do u expect?
No respect, ya life ain't woth a check..
Rappers getting knocked-off, whos gonna die next?
Every cat wanna be the livest and re-inact actors..
You'll just get murdered faster than cattle in the slaughter-house..
Like permed hair, we gotta straighten it out..
ill timed/like producing beats in 3/4/75% of this board/don't know their purpose/maybe it's more/do they care/probably not/too high off substance/and rockin' spots/to understand Elohim/calls the shots/like the bossman/unloading glocks/to make bodies drop/octogon your plans/put a stop/to heartbeat/every woman and man/understand/the last days/are now/no time for excuses/blood up to the bridle/of horses/from worldwide/cuts and bruises/war since the beginning of time/fought spiritually/before hip hop/had it's beginning in rhyme...
stay grenadin faggots there's no escapin damage/
blazin-cannons scripturous blades im slashin/
picture-this-pain-an-havoc blood splatterin graphic/
guns-shatter-ya-back if u try 2 cheat death/
keep-tecs and tecs keep me wit re-spect/
wish-i-could-beast-less but niggas got me ragin god/
my mind gone sess got me in a blatant-fog/
hatin-dog gon get ya life takin raw/
never kids or bitches tho thats-forsaken-law/
hatin dogs aint takin at all so take ya paws off
get motherfuckas struck wit uppercuts thatll break yo jaw off
u guilty of bein Extra Quilty and claim u aint at all soft
call the cops, i smack u with a pool ball in a sock
make it rain all on yo block for tryna test this
u bear a deathwish and u swear u on the Thugz Mansion guestlist
but i got bad news all snitches get is a pit of fire
when i saw u in half, bitch i might rip your wire (haha)
get retired early, hung jury, get done surely cuz im crazy
unleashin some fury thats automatic get splattered for tryna play me
aint fucked up bout war wit u, no issue with lettin fo's hit u
have yo momma grievin, i comfort her with semen plus mo tissue
whatup bitch i gut a snitch, pull out a glock and dump on a bitch
u fuck wit this ill fuck yo bitch, pull out my cock and nut on her lips
u suckin on dicks on the low, mothafucka i shit on a ho
u swole with cum up in yo ass, i run up on u fast and kill u slow
Fabricated fabrications tracing traces of imposters
Lobby hobby started in 89, catching comp like lobsters
Before every emcee wanted to be a mobster
I was suited like Frank Sinatra, still a lyrical monster
On the train tranquilized influenced lines
Tucked in my shine, no more blindin a-likes
Robberies at night had me caged reading kites
Living life like it never mattered
Whole world shattered, brain battered by family matters
All my fam scattered across the globe
A warm heart was turned cold
Ol' earth growing old
Weaping cus' Christ can't save my soul
So much torment, my manners dormant
Enemies 4 life got me paying my life insurance
Wars went on for years
No tears, emotions were 99 bottles of beer
And home grown bones
Brain damaged, tricknowledge damaged my dome
Allah calling me home, i knelt before his throne
My head wrapped with a sword on my back
He sent me back to this hell
Broke hustling, not living well
Relationships failed
Like a kid kept back i flunked
Rifgteous once but niggas taunts
Got my hand on the pump ready to dump
And leave him slumped behind the wheel
But i chose to chill
His mouth got em killed in due time
Some scrambler shot em to death in his whip
Same cat bonning his wiz
Lab lavish fit for MTV cribs
Funny how things change
situations re-arranged
Gotta expand ya brain
i blacked out behind a dumpster woke up with no knowledge
my steps werent solid
i staggered with a peculiar type swagger
in my torso stuck a dagger
Revolver in the belt
thats the problem solver make ya face melt
sneakin with stealth through the back door of the club
i connected wit my homie said i got into wit a group of thugs
he told me he knew the location
and witout debatin i was strapped up no waitin
me and the crew hopped out the 'Lade (escalade)
Loaded up for the raid
but one homie stayed
take the money and get paid
cracked through the door
it swung still connected to the bottom hinge
i was on a drinkin binge breath stinkin like dirty minge
they cringed at the site of a gat
all the neighbors heard was BRRRRAAAAATTTTT and thats was that
we ran hopped in the car heard a RUM PUM PUM behind us
lil kids wit a flash light tryna blind us
its Pitch black and we were getting chased
they aint want our money they want our face erased
heat at the waist would make a bitches knees chafe
told Psylince to pick up the past
foreally i took out the nine milly
opened the window threw the philly and went to work
first cars tires got popped skid in the dirt
one hopped out the other car hit em' he's murked
they like cops followin they perp
made a turn at the church
to sharp like my rap darts
they car did a two wheely and went rollin
but 3 cars is still holdin our tale
but we aint frail and we tryna bale
Rayzur got the AK now the big guns was out
u know wat its about i heard the drivers give a shout
of warning they bout to go into mourning
streets is never boring allways someone scorning
they buy bitches wit money into whoring
Psylince cudnt really see
so i gave him the analysis
1 got hit by the AK fell out the car now stuck wit Paralysis
my malice hits my poweress spits my chalice bits (drinkin)
I'm a drunk monk aint like a punk
my niggas high on skunk and i got the pump
we stopped two cars left what do we got
out of gas ready for guns to pop we all loaded up
and said it was like wateva
at least we got the chance to go out togetha
i dropped the lovey act
thought of my grungy raps and knew that i could do that
we all hopped out then they hopped out
we sprayed out one bullet almost grazed my mouth
i panted frantic pancid and bucked
i was like what the fuck it hit now we stuck
they came over took us prisoners and tied us up
i was like wut? fuck this i want my cut
i punched one of em in his gut
one reached near his butt (where his gun was)
i blasted i must be trippin on acid
my homeboys followed suit now everythings placid
one crew dun sun du thats one down
but i found theres millions of these clowns in this town
lets get to work
Lyrical beatdown destroy the earth without the beat ..pounds
Vibrate the towns.. incoming opponents know beneath the ground
My sound get around like a hoe sleeps around
Rappers are found slain bound, and gagged in chains
You slaves will never master the game
For the wealth you'll find yourself smothered in flames
Pains of 3rd degree burns make em wish they learned
You get what cha' put out so be concerned
I make the blind see, and the def hear
When i speak the truth it's crystal clear
My ancestors fought wit rocks, and spears
The drum was round then, know i'm rockin' here
Making queens go back n' forth like a rockin' chair
Stacking these shares so my seeds have money to share
Jealous fellas stare at my lady, and their intensions
be lust-ful, but put one hand on her and watch my blood fuse
they might be amused, til' their bruised n knocked outta shoes
And i keep a arsenal fool, i'm never out of tools
Out of school, the teacher teaching classes
On how to bust rachets, in the hood it's havoc
I'm that Prodigy that carries a semi-automatic
Under the seat, car stereo blaring "illmatic'
Sptiing i'm ill at it, competition are real faggots
I'm charasmatic getting money like Magic
these niggas out spittin' don't have me flattered
U ain't thug cause ya arms tatted
We know u chatted wit pigs
Gave em info on where i live
That's why they raided the crib
But i was out in Flushing crushing herb wit ya kids
Swarming, warming up the coldest climates when the rhymes vent
Effects supernatural, actual facts, niggas in rap government informants
Rap stores i'm storming, bringing back the culture cult
Make cats catapault, outlined in chalk after i release volts
Electrical thoughts create electricity, complex complexity
Next degree degrades whoever raides my facility
Spiritually take em captive, bust caps backwards
black birds attracted to these track words
Weaves glued with glue to they scalps(word)
My nerves shaky, and heart is dart filled
Emcee's who step at will get barbeque grilled
The struggles no more but a cole-sore
Music stored in my cerebal
satanic, and evil hip-hop boll weevil
I know people high up that'll send you beyond the skies(what)
Want drama? Sign up n get line and cut like a line-up
Times-up the sand in the hour-glass is no more
So raw when all the verses crafted
In less than minutes, fabulous shots in ya rented
Insure that, cats racist get ran through like bases
My windows tinted fuck +Master P+!
My steez knows + no limit+
Timid niggas get canned, i'll melt a +ice cream man+
+Romeo+ must die another Katrina on land