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Metro Metropolis collar popping rap popper popping shit..
Longwood in ya bitch..she'll need her clit stitched after i hit..
Ya'll crab niggas hermit..the world i turn it..
My firm throw u hoes in a furnace..move in a new lab furnished..
Burning bandits wit burners..dumped my girl..met a new won wit tits firmer..
C.r.e.a.m. earner..wit a stern nature..exterminate cha 4 paper..
Handle my biz..stick-up kid slayer..gambit holdin' guns, and razors..
they call me young grasshopper
n i love ta pass offers
ta be on ur record label
i wreck shit n raise hell
ur shit talk makes a stank smell
ur a bull snake pretendin to be rattler
a take fake battle rappers
n beat em down with the mic
take ma krown off b4 a fight
ud be on the ground after 1 right
wanna take these jewels but the curtains close
plus you dripping, I'm hurting too though
that fact I had to kill and bury a kid alive
I talked, even negotiated, shit I tried
but nah, these little kids today dangerous
robbing innocent people with penetrating bullets
even got my heads up chin stuck against metal
the smokes looks natural, like a fucking kettle
still alive though, don't consider me lucky
my fortunes reverse more then Harry Houdini
won the last time I bought a lotto ticket
you a hummingbird, I'm the bald eagle hunting
I advise you to stay far away, far as you can
cause motherfucker, this war'll get you to heaven
Aye yo,
Acid rain performance...brainstorming.. cloud 9..thunderous lines storming..
Murders by the morning..got the 52 states mourning..
That Guy boring..a chicken to get slaughtered..then grilled on the Foreman..
Hell of a meal.. insecet eater... grasses red..from the blood-spill..
U white?....get pistolwhipped black wit the blue steel..
Homey chill..ain't no fight...but my fist don't discriminate.. they blacken eyes..
U need to be wise...and realize..in real life i'd gouge ya eyes out on contact..
In a foreign land you'd be considered a delicacy... a sweet cat somebody eat that
YO LACE THESE BOOTS REAL QUICK YO
SHOOT AFTER THE ENEMY PLEAS OF MERCY after
the conflict comes the outlash these raps left rash disease like from overseas
from the man
i keep my sword steady mark the signs on bellys
lifting the weight heavy,Quote:
Originally Posted by 444trumpets
it bares down,
I tear down frowns,
synopsis leave ya topless,
auction erotic I planned and plotted,
give it up If you got it!,
raucous rawness shatter bridges of noses,
pivot with motives leaked info exposes,
the grand design media callous and cold,
violence more predominant in children shows,
while prime time TV has 300 % less exposed,
Don't believe me Dammit! do ya own math,
they desensitizing our children so they can hold gats,
and roll fat, support the wars, collateral damage,
living poor feeling famished, young souls are savaged...
in a wicked flurry, attacks come so fast its blurry
the smell of blood and steel sticks to you like curry
my razor sharp words are sure to lacerate and bury
some say they match my darts, i say i dont believe you
on the chopping block i cleave you, and leave you
in a condition we come to know as critical
deflecting devesating damage making it minimal
swift blocks flaming fists fight till i die cynical
but i rarely battle an emcee that's stereotypical
id rather chop talented heads to reach the pinnacle
for more hardcore rhymes murdering you in serial
click 'back' on ya browser and find Habitual Lyrical Miracles
yo ben who is that dude that Uey gets a grips on in the video on your sig?
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Originally Posted by Treazon
The RZA..they were wilding out for the performance
ok let me touch this
so i bless the old bum,sitting sipping on some rum/
picture l, dirty, pun ,pac and Big spitting one/
on the same track,mainly dreaming up stacks/
so i keep dreaming,skeeming lighting green like a fein/
smoked so many philly's,wonder if there's any cells/
brain damaged ways,hope to ring a few bells/
death is the only promise,i await the flamed hell/
do like guns so i must give a mention/
murder you fast, new body disposal invention/
old man on a pension,got knocked in the streets/
crackhead smoked it up,now hes back on the creep/
some crews roll deep,but im a lone ranger/
I sence disrecpect,yoour life is in danger/
Hey yo..
I write bars, in my dreams when I'm sleepin,
I'll lyrically kill ya, have ya family weepin,
I know ya get shook when ma lyrics creep-in
When I go "pop" dats when you know we're beefin
you spend hours makin tracks but dey got no meanin
no place in da game so stop intervenin
I'm lyrically evil so ima lyrical demon
Your done, ya dead, now ya manz are greivin
was that 8 bars?
Cheetah speed thought process processing
In cells i sing-sing, batter c.o.'s in the bing
bring the best, my cattle stampede thier chest
Embrace ya safe, open shop purchase a fortress
4 chefs found dead in the kitchen knecks cuts like chicken
Finger licking bloody hannibal addiction
ripping pages to shreds, I'm the livest thorobred
Bodyparts on the plate, collect trophies human heads
Dahmers dead, i received his sickness
Triple sixes, a human zombie witness
Dressed like ozzy Ozzbourne
Hit the gym..murder fitness
Live this wacky life, axe hacked my bitching wife
hermathadite next door, dome caved in wit a lead pipe
iv got a right to censor and a right to accuse,
a right to defend and a right to abuse,
evil leaks from around the way,
you'v got the choice to run or the choice to stay,
stand your ground and defend family,
stand tall with pride and keep your dignity,
as the encounter goes on a weapons revealed,
sliced down my arm where blood prevails,
hungover in the mornin, with blood on my bed,
what if he striked a bit higher, near my head,
would i of been there in the mornin or been left for dead,
a mobile phone for my troubles, a little bit of cred.
f*ck you at the front, f*ck you at the bak,
f*ck you over there, and f*ck you, and that,
f*ck everythin alive, and f*ck everythin dead,
f*ck eminem, g-unit and f*ck 50 cent,
f*ck the game, NJ devil and f*ck nas,
f*ck wiley, roll deep and f*ck dizzee raz,
f*ck wu tang and the 36 chambers,
f*ck ja rule, murda inc and all its members,
f*ck gangstarr, krs1 and f*ck kanye,
f*ck cube, eazy, ren and nwa,
f*ck life, the herse, and f*ck the birth,
f*ck the universe and f*ck everyone on planet earth.
fukedy fuk fuk
fuckedy fuck fuck, gwan get buckedy buck buck
get stuckedy stuck stuck, with blood on your chuckedy chuck chucks
mothafucka tell me whats up, im gon let u know u whats poppin (POP POP)
fuck your album, your body gon be the only thang thats droppin
studio gangsta make me sick, now u lil jokes wanna trip
hoes gotta lip, watch em slip and choke on a dick
your o's dont flip, they go up your nose, what a waste man
your hoes dont tip, yaint no pimp to put em in they place man
i take them, smack em in the mouth and duct tape them
put a gun to ya face BLAM, after u watch me rape them
put em on the chicken strip, daddy need a brand new wrist
actin like u sick and shit, ill cure u with a fuckin fist
touch and twist up faces rearrange your features lil ugly
get buck on bitches drunk as shit its gon get a lil bloody
introduce you to my buddy, say hello to my lil friend
disagree with him and u gon meet yo fuckin end (BLAM)