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smooth as fresh shaves, exploding death rays
froze the depth guage, human traffickin
ownin sex slaves, that's white or african
long as the debts paid, it doesnt matter then
if them bitches are righteous as vaticans
or they're physical likeness is fat or thin
cuz they're misereable lives, hafta end
sometime anyway, only a petty waste
im jus tryna make gains in tha penny chase
slangin dames, jus one of my many ways
lethal flows be the product of deisel dro
i been smokin roaches clipped in needle nose
pliars for tokin, spark da fire 'n roast it
i never tyer when flowin, hype 'n you know it
half da shit yall niggas typin is bogus
yall need to tighten ya focus, lock it down
tossed around like a box of lost n found
cockin pounds, come 'round flossin now!(nigga)
you gon be shot in tha mouth, cease jive
shit all i need's five, minutes with peace pipes
set sum things right, i need my weed like
the chinese need rice, or adidas need stripes
without that THC, i dont breathe right
shit i could go on for days, talkin rhymes
plus i been sick as of late, gots tha time
thats probly why, half this page's drops is mine
I spit with wisdom akin to the ancients
I'm in a hospital smacking cancer patients
I often get angry at Immortal Technique
George Bush had nothing to do with it, Geek
Your dicks a shrimp with rabies
Your an ugly motherfucker, how you gonna get ladies?
Some people didn't know that being jesus waas just a race
to reach full potential, use all of your mind and face (i win)
Immortal Technique will pay, if you persist
Your a waste of space like if aliens don't exist!
i magiver tha mic, rhymin device
spittin fire til tha fibers ignite
yall mufuckaz aint tha cypherin type
we come togetha like a sniper to sights
or like my mufuckin lighter 'n pipe
these mufuckaz tryna bite wut i write
but now they on flight, fightin for life
vicadin high, aint survivin tha night
likely to die, climb inside of my ford
slide in tha door, take a ride to tha morgue
so i can put my fuckin eyes on your corpse
makin sure it aint alive anymore
wuz never known for showin signs of remorse
life can be short, fuck it, die by tha sword
Imagine waking up and finding out you were Jesus
The chosen one and knowing everyone need us
Me and Ahmed Mahmood, the master
Powdered Toastman the lyrical Pastor
Imagine seeing signs but the government didnt want that
today before i got on the bus a car in front of it had 888.. thats not phat
the government are paranoid
the british government are like an android
but i'm the saviour, the chosen one
your like pasty white boy, you need some lotion, son
you dont know what im gonna do this weekend
maybe tomorrow... and it'll be almost like in teh mask
but the green thing doesnt go on my face it isnt a mask
smoking-ing-ing that shit-it-it
feeling that shit-it-it-it
ayo, I'm dragging drama to the masses
never stop rhyming as I fill them caskets
cause I'm flipping, a motherfucking head case
best play defense as I put most to waste
I'm the illest yet, you wanna make a bet
cause its no contest, leave clothes bloody and wet
now weak kats wanna show them cards like gambit
so you know I gotta freak these kids like for asking
leave kids with parting shots and a diss
cause you not smoking me, my lines crisp
yeah son!
right now i'm eating crisps and laughing
4 satellites in the sky, government unravelling
i didn't eat all my chicken cus it was dry
La-Cinderella, the face on my wall has a spider for an eye
"Young Man" thats what she says to me
I think it sounds really weird hehe
When i was in the bath i was just trying to play
Sonic in my mind. And i ran him all the way
To the right side and the boss came out
Dr Robotnik is crazy lagar lout
Climbing in windows and cutting peoples hair
Hang on need to speak to Med on MSN there
Ok back now with the brand new rap sound
This shits ill niccuh, i got a trigga nigga
I know C-Murda likes my shit
I'm more gangsta than him when he's it
I mean at tag cus he runs with a bat
I only wanted tagged but my head went SPLAT!
I aint paranoid, n!gga let me kill this
a common delusion of mental illness
is seeing satellites in the sky
but what if they were really there, you'd wonder why
I get synchronicity and 11:11
so they put in agents... not 007
car number plates with numerical patterns
and agents who try to warn me, Sonic Rings Of Saturn
even the British Media threw Jabs at me
they are so wack, deary me
news headlines like "Franks Fantasy Return"
and "Frankly, that's not English" ..Papers Burn..
Beatboxing for over 10 years now, in Kenny i Trust
2012 is already upon us
Weather control technology is not a myth
I have the power I have the gift
power's kiss is it's biggest gift,Quote:
Originally Posted by Big Baby Jesus 666
a swift transition from a coward with spliffs to hanging spirits from a towering cliff
showered by flaming bits of frames twisted, flamed and drifted
every being claims existence but is afraid of being erased by mystics
braced for every plague's carrier exchanges and specifics,
the tale of the tape is full of disparaging statistics
embarrassed and pessimistic,
stare at contests and digits without guessing which weapons are swiftest....
Ok, I’m hurting for a squirting dumb kids was asking for a murken all bullets caught these naggers in the intestines so out came forensics coming so deep naggers look like they bringing Texas then Rastafarians drop off sacks and killed the fed wit smith n Wesson then bounced like the jet sons in total it was four black Benzes
Twenty four hour later I’m dodging the trenches in these streets were you’ll be left leg less. Or get a hole through the chest cuss it’s a newcomer former the western frontier the new era pioneer here to reengineer a put something new in your ear. So fear muthafuckas because a covert code red I was bred to fight with lead pipes massacre your whole crew wit the mic
yeah son!
five in the morning now my sore chest has gone away
with satellites projecting beams, my sleep wasnt like in a nice soft bed of hay
the british people are close-minded, not cool like mr bean
not long to go :) oops i just dissed the queen
i've got my cup of tea and drink of cola
i remember in america a nigga named bola
sometimes i think i'm crazy
other times i just think i'm sean c like jay-z
how is this thread a freestyle thread
i'm Jeremy Sinefeld, you know what i mean
Alan fraser for tea used to have pork chop and bean
His family were weird, Jack and Mary
Sometimes schizo's like to talk about faeries
3 times in my life warcloud has spoken to me, actin'
a fool.. the best one was the one who had killed
and said he lived in a Cabin
I knew this wasn't real yo
I know your gonna feel yo
this was crazy shit
Alans dad
Alans dad climbing in chimneys
Mobys dad, mobys dad, kicking-in eminems!
some more yo
One time when La-Cinderella was in my head
the voice dissing me all the time, but instead
i know this sounds fake but im being rather straight
i put in my own voice to battle this demons hate
Chris Rock came into my head
And the voices and me all had battles until Bobby was dead :)
i personify saw flicks, niggas get they chops split
stomped in mosh pits of raw scripts, cops neva saw shit
at my crib, been watchin ya broad strip, glass tables
hit'her floppy soft tits wif my dick 'n blast facials
raps fatal, blowin up, ridin cyphers on firestones
napalm niggas, with fluid igniters 'n styrofoam
like fire inside they bones, shits eatin em up within
smack iron upside ya dome you try'n fucks wif my kin
run up on you like a pist rottie, grippin a shotty
fists Godly, slept yo ass 'n niggas pissed on your body
dip ducati's, sip bacardi, stay lit up like fuel fuems
bitches hardly fit to party get hit up wif pool cues
crews sleepin in jeweled tombs, under sands of tha Giza
shut'cha fuckin man pleesaz, 'for we happen to beat'cha
acknowledge tha mag revolver pollisher
hit'cha harder than harvard college work
stick'ya like callogen thru ya collared shirt
pocket dollars first, stockin my loot bag
rockin a crew cab, promising you fags
spots in tha news cast, murderous headlines
assuring bedtime, sermons of lead flyin
brandin tha track, wif red iron, rumblin gunships
earths left crumblin, crustal uplift
magma chamber, danger erupts quick
like tha strangler, no stranger to fuck with
i like to eat pie
i am a guy
everyone knows billie paton will punch you in the eye
i know a bird
i know a cat
everyone knows ill likck you like a bat
yeah son sorry about that rhyme before i was drunk n high son
let me tell you about this weed i got yesterday
i smoked this shit and was thinking about evolution
i only got a quarter and my house still stinks like pollution
when i smoked it it was the first time in like 2 months
it was so strong so i had to run to the pub and front
i played pool against this latvian guy and beat him
yeah SON!!! i'm number... (even with a gun-even-with-agun)
so when i was smoking this shit
i was thinking about 2012
how we could all save ourselves
i was texting ahmed... on my phone
i just would not leeave him alone
because in my mind i thought today we were going to evolve
it was like today going down a crazy wormhole that time couldnt solve
it was like a rollercoaster and we were evolving
george bush was happy because now we were solving
9/11 and immortal technnique was a liar
george bush had no age and got younger ... i aint a liar!!!
we were all spiritual beings
all these crazy ideas i was seeing
i thought i was on salvia again but it was just the weed
i liked that shit 22% thc (not bad for scotland nigga)
yeah son just getting ready for this freestyle.. took my 5-htp, weed, banana and chocolate for my serotonin rush
ayo
surfing the waves of chaos with style
timothy leary made me go wild
i'm standing up typing this freestyle like an arcade
i'm just going crazy with a long blade
i often imagine me and ahmed in the streets
new york city big style beats
ahmed mahmood does judo, he is a killer
he is the driving force behind michael jackson thriller
i'm rapping this freestyle just like ice-t
wu-tang niggas... they know me
disasters, like massacres japs facin
skulls fracturin faster than cracked pavement
rash statements from God, wrath's graven
mad faces no trace in collaped basements
once tha last waves hit, their days went
search n rescue, combin wreckage for life
bless tha mic, my fuckin methods is nice
yall puffin meth in tha pipe, glass dickin
mad chickens, tryna get my fat dick in
heavyweight nine peela 'n grime deala
when i dine, ima eat'cha entire meal up
we aint clubbin, 'less its baby seal pups
dancins for fucks, three eighty steel tucked
life in tha field's rough, jus put'cha mic down
heaters in night gowns, it's lights out
yall aint eager to fight, just lie down
in Primary School at church
Damien Forbes used to say Ahmed instead of Amen
At the end of the prayer, the Niggas slammin!
Lyrical granite with the limits of thought
I'm using fate X final with my server bot
I got an overhead account, with my hand-made scroller
lyrical soldier, lyrics that know ya
bdp and lyrical krs
niggas in 2012 we rest
nooses neva loosen, ya boots in fluid solution
conducting electricution for your execution
flesh is left oozin, drippin 'n ribboned off
best of booze, tippin, spittin kalashnikovs
dont piss us off, might hafta split'cha mop
grab tha bucket, yall aint passin tha subject
you buncha flunky fuck fags, get nut checked
you rap for butt sex, aint ask for one check
silly hillbilly coward, fuck's next?
my milli speak louder, than funk flex
ya peeps showered, in one sec
leave you sorely defiled, scorpion style
gunnin til they come escort me to trial
corniest child, think its time you chill yo
'for you get'cha ass stuck up like dildos
forreal tho, tha boards is hostile
push a four to ya nozzle, at full throttle
leave ya frozen as fossils of clothes models
closed tonsils, to choke ya for flowin aweful
put a stop to tha shit, like constipation
catch me poppin a clip, at constellations
shootin stars, right off hollywood boulevard
concentration, camp fat as a bowl of lard
pack em in, like mexicans in tha cutlass
'82, paint chippin like fuck it
squad drops to black water, defective fam slaughtered
fast talkers, that slept with tha grasshoppers
in tha field with tha tre, steal to get paid
take the evidence to seal in your grave
its evident, you needed steel on tha pave
forget about it, aint leavin tha crib without it
ya doubt it youll be surrounded n pounded
face down in tha crowd it's, so loud n crazy
accountants that pay me, be countin it daily
from tha corners to tha mountains of haiti
ima warn ya how tha housins is shady
your a joke in tha streets, like sedways
a hopeless dead weight, no bread bank
'n broken nest egg, behold ya death date
my foes get flesh ate, like agent gangrene
tha cops arrest rate, be makin state's cream
they bathe in raked green, hands in our pockets
steady stream seen, crackin tha faucet
baggin tha profits, back at tha office
spend tha cash on tha slots its, a fool's game
rules changed, get chained in tha pool, sank
to tha bottom of gotham's ranks
fuck a bat man, i rob witta shank
mask on tha top with, tha glasses on optics
eject tha cock pit, dash wit'da hostage
yall get fucked in tha can, like cops kids
real nice shit ya'll. good to see this thread still active az ever..gotta keep sharpening those writing swords
peace dirty
aint changed, but tha game do, i always remained true
ive preyed.. to save loot, 'n slaved.. for yay too
still kingshitty came thru, wif major league pay boost
now im twistin papers, wuteva flavors, i may choose
listen neighbor, i paid dues, ive supported tha wars
converted a former morgue to lab recordin tha horror
major corpses in cooridoors 'n organ hordes on tha floor
unbelievably morbid gore, bitch clean for me por favor!
Eye’s on the prize.
I don’t intend to rise and comprise myself as being a device.
Simply by intensifying the nonfiction to create friction among those in correctional institutions.
Is my least favorable way to a revolution. Ignite a chemical solution that spreads pollution in your body and robs your soul so now you’re nothing but dull and you looking fucking crazy like those treasure trolls
i got magic gott so much bitches clapping and yelling wat happen
but i turn around and yell bitches keep packing cuz we cant slow the money from stacking
attacking niggas and broads grabbed them sawed offs
cause some grown man shit is about to pop off
take off in the nismo losing the cops in my town is real simple
then i got my cock sucked by a cute bitch with dimples
ill get'cha head twisted like rubix cubes
wit'cha fist clenched,locked up in cubic rooms
subterrainean jewish tombs, stone shafts
hiroglyphics 'n old maps, codes cracked
neva know when ya phones tapped, cold callin
confusin as fathers day, in old harlem
im usin your daughters lace 'n gold garland
settin fires, defacing ya whole apartment
probly broken more noses than cola gardens
cuz these posers is softer than bowls'a margarine
puttin holes in they garments, flows harmin'
bout to stab thru they domes, wif bones sharpened
aint no need to expose, tha chrome barkin
approved to prove my improvements monumental movements
you peanuts melted to butter squad bomb on ya students
teachers sprayed by the pulpit preachers slayed
a sacrifice like Christ critical crucifixion craze
building booth's in caves i shoot you shave
home of the blaze four alarm sound-off as we invade
you slaves picking we hitting like great britians
your dreams never came to light like biggie's commision
tree's sharpen the vision here comes visual incisions
chill on the maps me and my compass cats
illegally strapped laying gully traps
low fade covered by the wooly wu skully hat
black n' yellow crack em mellow
fish-net emcee's torn like old stocking caps
he hidin in wool skullys, tha pistol is pulled fully
schoolhouse, we knockin fools out, n pissin on bullys
da shit is gully, more like putrid n vial, do it wif style
u aint agree wif me, then mufucka, you's in denial
i move tha dial, counter clockwise, they found ya hogtied
shot in fog lights, possibe mob ties, look into God's eyes
as your thoughts die, n your fading off in tha distance
on tha blocks, where them buscuits, be poppin like fish sticks
forget it homie, dip shits, cant floss in this district
these mufuckaz tryna drop, get caught witta fist quick
bossin business, fresh deals, run up on you like treadmills
let tha lead peel, head's still, burried in dead fields
u aint no cowboy, forreal, jus a lame in a leather vest
bout to get'cha ass rolled like ya name wuz proffessor x
what we need is, strategic, means to sieze chips
bout to swim across tha border, we seein them beans dip
illegally crossin over, n sneakin in weed bricks
i could give a fuck really, aint chiefin that cheap shit
no need for a weak spliff, aint pickin no seeds out
we fixin to twist chronic 'n kick in tha beach house
while mixin a gin tonic, wif dick in a freak's mouth
she puttin her lips on it, preparin to feast down
cuz this is what we bout, crave my next installment
rhyme toxin, lines droppin, with tha freshest solovents
niggas went to drink it, then they slept with dolphins
there aint a way to reach this, no texts or calls in
meth involvments, they solvin mad stacks of cases
now they got my balls walled in, like batting cages
battle victor mark em like punctuation in the trunk the pump is waiting
jump occassion pirate off the battle-ship crafting historical creations
total devestation at the nearest gas station fumes fumigating
let's bloom this trait then justify my plurals playin'
stripes on the shirt strike the uncut verse
you wither worse than dried up flowers
Sunny sun-power the youngin' in the tower
via satellite acid verbals raining on them cowards
revenge is mine sayeth the god lethal with rods
twist the kush then i'm heaven high giving black-eye's to slobs
baptized by gods in rising ponds, our minds are bombsQuote:
Originally Posted by J.T.S.
we are fires caused by crossed wires rapping iron palms
hidden liners drafting applause,
tire tracks are tapped for calls while I am wrapped in gauze
beamed through cracked walls, my technique strangles thoughts
dangling above a ravine's drops I am a priest over diseased crops,
ceremonies over a deceived flock,
I am the author of these ungodly mockeries
as I preach the merits of thievery, my words fall on empty rocks and freeze....
City under siege by savages and their savageryQuote:
Originally Posted by .5KutSkeleton
i'm at my post giving orders to lower ranking soulja's carefully
if there's casulties so let it be it's merits over mockery
I stay secluded in the bomb shelter don't need camera's watching me
or the pigs stopping me trying to come with bogus charges
no new recruits we don't need out-siders in the squadron
we got a gym to lift in the forest i make the squad run
crazy drills to increase physical skill tactics to snatch guns
bullet-proof vests for everyone unless it's a head-shot son
were not trying to be out- gunned or out-done
we got troops so quick with the hands they could rock young tyson
in the first round dispersed rounds of barrels smoke em
And if i'm fatally hit give my ahes to wifey, and kids
And all the money iv'e acquired written in a will is evenly split
to fam members only jakes gt me on the run like jada and pretty toney
i got caught hit with multiple terrorist charges know life is dark and lonely
real 1st time insomnia & rag'n thoughtz up in my dome, while i sat at home after: i was arrested last night for open alcohol b/c sum purple shirted bmx narc at tha vedder chilliwack sk8 park, can u b-leave, iz tha cop's son spyed on my swiggin refresh'n corona's under tha tree, harrassed my ass while i sat between sk8/drink say'n he was call'n tha fuzz, on his cellular phone? put a glock 2 his dome, not a comb! 2 cop cars arrived i jetted or tried about a few hundred feet & thangz waz look'n bleak, one $230 open alcohol ticket lata, my mind iz a pig killa...
WUSSUP PLAYA
IM NO HATE-AH
I AM TIRED OF NARCS. DONE & DONE. I PROPOSE DAT THERE B A GANGSTARZ ANTHEM:
CAN U IMAGINE SEE,
A PERFECT XISTENCE
MY NEIGHBOUR IS A DOPE-DEAL-AH,
MY MAIL MAN IS A HELLION,
MY GUESTS ARE REQUEST'N RAP,
THA GROUNDZ KEEPAH IS A SK8-AH,
THA PLUMBER IZ A PORN FANATIC,
& SECURITY KICKZ DO-GOODERZ OUT ON THIER ASSEZ!
YELL OUT TO THA MASSEZ,
RAISE YO' GLASSEZ,
OPEN ALCOHOL IZ NOT A CRIME!
LETZ SMILE SO DAT OUR GRILLS SHINE,
CUZ THA WORLD IS MINE &
GET BACK BEHIND THA LINE OF HORRORS,
ONE WORLD ORDER ON ENJOYIN DROPIN DRAWERZ FOR WHOREZ,
YO BRO, YO SISTA, GET IT TWISTED ITZ BETTAH DAT WAY,
FLY HIGH LIKE THA MILKY WAY,
A COMMUNITY FULL OF GANGSTARZ WHO SHEILD ONE ANOTHER FROM DO GOODAZ, ALL 4 1 1 4 ALL, BLAST THA PIGZ & DIGZ A TRENCHEZ FO' THOSE BITCHEZ.
PARKING LOTZ PLOT SPOTZ FOR ORGANIZED SESSIONS,
ROLLL'N THRU LESSONS,
IMPRESSIN FLY'N & CARESS'N THA SK8BOARD N SOAR,
JUSTIFY A JUNKIE DAY,
CITY OF ANGELEZ OR CITY OF SK8RZ SLASH ALCOHOLIC GENIUSEZ,
1 LYFE 2 LIVE!
BUILD A GANGSTA PARADIZE & BUCK 9INE THA SNITCHEZ
GIVE EM ALL STITCHEZ,
I'D RATHER BLOW KISSEZ 2 G'S N' BANGAZ.
peace.smoke.live.roll.swigg.
i'm despicable,
but i read books thats biblical,
keeping my facts non fictional,
it makes the style unpredicable,
with that vocab this stuff makes me lyrical,
complemented by ah flow that sound cynical,
when you play mind games thinking is critical
you got to strengthen your mind just like the physical.
war is selfloathing,
bazooka loading, guns
is exploding,obama keeps on deploying peps to irak,
were there forced to shank and take crank,
if not they will get spanked,
when they come back there mind is blank like the income on my bank.
will he be considered one of the greats before he desengrates?
snakes trying to slither through his gates to steal ideas he creates
constant head aches as he travels states to change mind-states
to listen to songs he's made they say don't benefit the trade
putting up his own cash to keep greedy producers paid
in the studio for days perfecting tracks he laid
no times for dates busy chasing papes instead of babes
a deal he craves but the contracts he reads only do justice for slaves
he defies the masters that keep the artists stuck in a maze
a local artist working his hardest for a break
but other emcee's in town stay distant theyr'e all fake
he's up late applying the writing weight
ignoring the hate every motive is to motivate
the pressure's applied to engineers to get the tuning right
until it's tight another day to write in the booth ready to ignite
flames changing up styles so no delivery's the same
he came to grind and bring the lost rawness back to the game
nothing's plain except these peanuts all buttered up
he kills every venue with a flow un-matched, and un-touched
come wrong and get crushed from the heavy rush
a picture you paint with a brush it's never enough
cats diss his stuff but he never gave a fuck
because it's only a few they dodge, and duck
knowing he'll bring the ruck once he gets out the truck
he'll never sell-out for a buck his chains never tucked
he still loves life though he's been shot, and cut
using knowledge of self so he'll never self-destruct
this monster snorts the snow of mountains,
fucked up child keeps the parents crying like leaky faucets,
the only time he stop is when there is no more money in his pockets,
so he plots a scheme it involves blasting rockets quite shocking,
he runs out quicker than the is bullets popping,
he was hit now he's in an alley sobbing, trying to keep his heart from stopping!