how about FUCK YOU :fucku:
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how about FUCK YOU :fucku:
break backs like barracks when end campment rents men to dents like tours serve them as closed doors with handles to welcome the mat be rail thin to threads showing no signs they get fed by dropping rather falling come knocking thats our calling like name not fame make it on claim to deeds getting full of needs and stuffed like want polish like would and don't have to flaunt like compete to eat with a roof that don't leak that really hard to wear shoes on boulevard must be the stats that rack to attract like flies to honey using venus' trap break money two timed the dummy runnung daze of night giving haze of light in spin when begin this up at them they send like breaks to the stake brake to the late bell rung pass date upon due meeting point was cash now due deliever you like postively absolutely be there in first square any other start for dare plying risks and threats tallying up wisps with breath thats only when sent detail of duty some art form to the rudely crude so goes the brute not before giving caesar its due master got served and apprenticed harden nerves stood up to regiment of implement sound will of found pill
phat lyrics mix dat wid some beat u be a made man then hit me up for givin you the idea safe!!!
move a slug through a computer thug
i burn like disc's and crash like computer bugs
trigga happy but aint shootin slugs
poppin clips, nah, you on the net poppin shit
quit talkin bitch, just lay it down
youd taste the ground if you ever came around
poppin that shit, im poppin that bottle
on the side of ya ear whats poppin now bitch
Mp3's get tested like drug chemical cheese for the mice of men, never again spit'n loopy egg's from the intoxicated hen, pen glides from mc's plea'n, in european, when I'm pee'n. peel'n off fake mc's like flea's. Wease and huff and puff the smoke off a reefer plant, when I can't, smash the ant,lyricaly verbal with eye sight, short in height but when you lay down with the bitch it's tight, squeeze with ease through the smoke that gets in your eyes, closed return'n later, or soon when I fume the fart that I take part, inside or out but never back in the same way it came and lefft and right to get angry, nice guys finish last but first when I burst with thirst like a marathon runner, road off like a 5 deadily venomous toad.
"Using both sides of the brain on this one" :b
both sides of the brain, get fly wit my name
ill let fly like my name, shrapnel fly you get maimed
leave you wit a bigger hole than ya dame
O|3ey the law of the cypher as we move on
my dick never short but some booty too long
but im too strong to give up, rip that shit up
spit that jizz up on my floor? ay lick that shit up
yo i must confess my ignorance im 10%
profess indifference, thats my temperament
never meant to diss some, they felt guilty
i dont start friction, i smoke trees and get wilty
Yo' skale why you hate'n son? I ain't go no beef but if you want to start some shit you best hold it in your ass kid and take it some place else.
where was i hatin, i was jus cypherin man... felt guilty? :lmao: haha im messin wit u
this rap game is ~sink or swim~/
feels like im emergeing in the ~deep end~/
~memories ~ that weren't ~ment to be~/
my ~enemies~ attatched like a ~shadow~/
they all ~callin me~ to come and ~battle~/
~Luckily~ marijuana scatters the ~senses~/
~trust me~ drugs are not at all ~senseless~/
instead of watchin me ~rise~ you'd rather watch me ~sink~/
haters always in ~disquise~ so i try not to ~blink~/
to my friends that kept it ~true~ and were always ~honest~
just know i love ~you~ for releaseing me from this ~hostage~/
hard to make a ~impact~ when u barely ~scratched the surface~/
ya know im that ~sick cat~ wearing red and ~matched on purpose~/ <----get it? i hope
whenever you feel ~pain~ be sure to have ~hope~/
causin desserts to ~rain~ while im smokin my ~dope~/
see this shit took me one ~minute~/
hope u learned sumthing im ~finished~/
sumone else drop sum knowledge tonight?
sever seeds like weeds get shafted by degrees of degrade where the grads is toward the shade the dark into the night send flight reverse the bat to scurrying rat washed on wharfs no hope to settle on porch or in barrel called stilo still herald the future like options commodifying the pricing tagging feet to shoes running in and out of blues like was said the night be dark and the glimmer of daylight commence to spark like fire under heel not the headless chicken off their keel nor rover over dead role cover the basics learn new tricks old dogs not inclined they call the devil though weight of bag packs like a shovel with fineese of fiddle around like a diddle thats right beat then screw over head and until due whats coming stunning and blind then eight more left surviving playing cats to canines levels of class even when raining like sweat to bullet ants to grasshopper get use to it abuse the time lose youth of mind can't replenish dead brain cells diminish like cracked chafts left like trail the mice path thinking sum men when summon primal inhereitance like chaos again they lost to order dis better leave it to power bliss akin to powder from kiss roses over crabs think eden or sex but don't laugh get taken apart like pants from ass trying to play both paths
obtained scriptures through secret contacts/
i've learned lies, cheats, and sum facts/
now i plot to dismantle the green machine/
and cut politcians into 15 cuisines at sixteen/
i hold machetes to the throats that fed me/
this obscene routine never before seen/
pictureing those stupid fuck capatalists/
debateing about dumb shit with clenched fists/
no need for a defense if ur always on the offense/
shits bout to get intense living off hopes and 2 cents/
Mc's be ignorant with arrogance/
stop the damn drama and suspense/
my crew be savagely killing savages/
enemys turned to nothing but dark tunnel passages/
around the world my mic is on missions/
depriveing political partys of there current positions/
forceing people out of there homes and regions/
my mic hypnotize the world to follow my reason/
i'm that cool cat who's got smooth operators/
your the fool that runs with police and player hateres/
my mind is constantly trying to expand/
mc's plans is to give me all these commands/
I be the one not scared to spit on poisoned land/
i'll spit from east to west cuz united i stand/
nah..I was fucked up when I wrote that last verse. I read yours wrong. I thought you was call'n out. whatever...Quote:
Originally Posted by Skale
the flow is linguistic like som like natural mistic
wu-tang style is depictive
simplistic but insitive yet distinctive
all that and more like a bag of buiscuits
if u sleep u missed it the verse is parrallel
in online is heaven in the other is hell
ding ring the bell like hells here comes the king
wu-tang flo i knock bodies out the ring
battle cry, punch ya in the eye bitch u cry
get cover in red like if it was dye
i conquer as i devide like a fist opened
ya beatin me is just hopin
on nuts peaps chokin get off dicks riders
spit tru verse neve a bitter
a quoter give respect wen it is due
scratch mixes scrable word like dj clue
out the blue i come with flows yet unknown
i'm the man ya'll bunch of clones
leave ya'll on bone erected when i mic check it
throwin hot fya like i f i was josh becket
now deck it all hit the flor before i spark
cause i'm up in the temple bustin deadly darts
Why you hate'n minds wait'n for the false punchline, turpentine sour in the lyrical hour of our hip hop praises the W more stylish than calvin kline. Apline winter warz battle as I squeeze your style with some lemonade, Fuck the bling when I sting you from 360 degrees of knowledge that's sprayed. Mc's laid out but afterwards I'll just dust your words off, used your rhymes as my winshield disappear in a cop-r-field with metal bullets that hit soft.