"Joyce Cannon chased me down the nature trail
But Bobby Grant was slower than a fucking snail
they couldn't catch me cus i'm so fucking quick
every time bobby see's a kid he always wanx his dik" - FRANK as Human Calculator 2o01
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"Joyce Cannon chased me down the nature trail
But Bobby Grant was slower than a fucking snail
they couldn't catch me cus i'm so fucking quick
every time bobby see's a kid he always wanx his dik" - FRANK as Human Calculator 2o01
Ayo God Ayo we need you to know you suck dick n*gga
You walking around scared to look
You suckin-on-alot-of-little-kidda-niggys-dick
They never around when the beef cooks in my part of town
Now we growin up with envy for the cops n shit
Searchin' for the middle of the East for props and shit
set on the path of Judas,Quote:
Originally Posted by J.T.S.
I can only foresee a black future for these sad sheep
following their cash feet
I give them happiness and relief for their last freedoms
their blood feeds my drums and beats,
in my kingdom the dumb speak and become too large to see
my currency is red rum and belief,
they come to me willingly and lay their souls on my sheets
displayed in prose for the streets,
my cornerstones are greed, lust and gluttony
so much is done for the double-headed coin of love and green
envy and deceit are plentiful, all are welcome to reap freely
in an ill treaty I was bound to walk all Earths and seas,
given birth to disease I served as adviser of foreign kings
sworn to secrecy,
my sword swings are born of an in-bred form of familiarity
lord of men and their shared seed,
I bare teeth against torches and ropes swinging
my rotting corpse twitches in a sulfuric and roaring breeze....
Niggas brush it off like it don't mean shit
Shrugging off all the words that i spit
Alotta niggas even governments spread that deception
So i stab them in they eye till they have no depth perception
My room is not a temple, it's a police box
I can't stand when a dumb nigga talks
With my words of wisdom i remain strong
Conducting a brainstorm making the pain form
i saw 10 men fucking another nigga
wu-tang clan a bunch of fucking niggas
yo it's like niggas fuckin' niggas
i'm like zeig heil to all the fuckin' niggas
then i pull the trigga on another fuckin nigga
a suckin' nigga, a stupid fuckin nigga
i wanna hang, but not with a nigga
niggas got gangs and guns and think they bigga
old niggas, tall niggas,
short niggas, niggas
niggas on drugs niggas in jail
niggas got rich by livin a life of hell
nigga get to jail, get to know your cell
nigga go have a heart attack and fail
(get to hell g-get to hell)
Niggas with heart attacks, brothers get smashed by a car
Niggas livin' in a mansion paid for by the A&R
Everyone hates a fake fucking nigga
Dancin' on the TV pullin' fake fuckin triggas
I travel through yo hood packin' a megaphone
And a kilt on.... Shoutin' Fuck You hommes
Niggas get they kids to come out with a gat
Runnin' in yo crib and yo mamma get smacked
like farms we move oxes ladies love us cause we give em more screws than tool boxesQuote:
Originally Posted by .5KutSkeleton
true boxers ..who can stop us? electric eel's couldn't shock us
mouth poppers get properly popped as well as crime stoppers
rocket rhyme launchers player and big baller stompers
you got to deal with the choppers for telling whoppers
No fabrications or allegations just exotic creations
work this like i was casing it's facial damage theyr'e facing
Changing formats my form mapped storm strapped raging
iron hands fiery glands bullet-proof troops on your lands
one punch tooth in your hand de ja vu like steely dan
kill-a-army til' they feel it fam then fufill my plans
murder the ave angrily stab stuck up drivers in cabs
back-up the pick-up truck through your lab
bags for the dead-beat dads parilized in their pads
you shook just a tad putting money on my tabs
peace to crabs that pinch god's that lynch
We blowing up spots phrophets still profit off the hits
niggas robbin' niggas while robbin other niggas
while the other niggas rob another niggas other nigga
niggas are pathetic, they aint atheletic
niggas drink piss thats why they anorexic
the flow saws' platoons pause i'm banned by the mods
speed off so fast just a blue streak they saw
out of vision somewhere giving we true and living
inflicted inflictions on those insane when my brain glows
buck em down stained clothes on earth carrying angels
just practice at a target yeah grief stricken hoes
digital kills to pay analogue bills fire at will
the hands winter chilled icey rappers frost bite still
get down the holes ready i buried Bill
the ultimate fighter hostage killed
no negotiations he broke the nation
security national unatural rating
queen mating make her cheeks bounce hormones baking
as we both pay bills long overdue,Quote:
Originally Posted by J.T.S.
our analogue service review is murder to slow learning fools
the learning curve is too steep for this low feud,
we are soldiered crews posted by bolts and fueled by soldering tools
portrayed as soulless and ruthless, there is some truth to the legends told
we are competitive over oceans and controlled flows,
our motions seem opposed but the final scene has yet to unfold
calm, collected and minds composed
opponents get twisted necks staying connected to our binary codes
make ya wanna
Give it up, got ya whole crew splittin' up
kickin' up rhymes in ya prime but ya spittin sucks
flows got you sittin up, like i aint sick enough
spittin rough, livin tough
...i just dont give a fuck
Quote:
Originally Posted by billyanalogue
Were the divine one's with exotic dimes and refined guns
Stars alligned with my son's soak up this wisdom
spoken real focused with toast in the field
too many boast about who they killed
spots are hotter than blasted blue steel
the fake can't relate i'm true real
ask those amongst the chumps who catch lumps for trafficing bumps
Babies pump to grateful dead fiends they o.d. slumped
in the front of cars faces on horns the cases aren't scorned
razors to split ya skin torn it's a terrible storm
watch out for the kids that kill for the corn
leave you with ligaments torn mothers tortured while barbies are born
So days go and many come devil's succumb to one of my many guns
fired cross-fire cannons clutched by a live wire that only death can retire
i spit tired like an exhausted choir my harmony admired
dead cha best by the way of the west, didn't cha know I am the best/Quote:
Originally Posted by J.T.S.
ref the game, check down your lames, garth brooks ya looks
hold cha colt my colds be frostly brewed didn't cha know I knew/
out cha tandom by the words I laminate animate
cammera stakes bananna cakes pie up your cute wives/
ain't gon lie wondering why i'm the villian ya wishing you was
cold cut throw dubs at cha bro's sluts side swipe ur iron mics/
at the gist of looking pist I can switch frames operate from maine to queens
checking in by any means neglected chin check it best western from the east/
sniper rifle eifle tower your wild isle now by the nile
I am the ships best sailor, sales man dead end/
A monk but not felonious call out the phoniestQuote:
Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
skillz wrap-up the year's end my technique dropped the loneliest
the pigs coming with hounds wondering where i slid
in the mountains snow-capped huskies running my sled
bounty on my head the county wants me dead
i fed crooks a crooked communist with a red book
trying to put me in prison his visions cooked
ratting on your fam that's a bad look
dropped from a red hook your props are took
mc's so feminime they rap rocking pocket-books
thieves pocket books unaware i have more in store
your value only worth a penny or more
cats want to play rough but aren't built for a war
flow from the sea to the shore to the earth's core
a darkman shining the light of the lord
you want the mic before you strike die with the cord
flex in the accord chess pieces knocked off the board
rappers running the bill-board's sounding bored
giving in to frustration i fractured the skull of Satan
with the battle-axe attack with nerves shaking
adrenaline rush a touch of facination
shots like vaccanations til' i free the nation