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illusions you all create for yourselves, you live to dwell, terrefied to sin for the sake of hell.
punishment becomes foresight, you instigate falure, and as a human being its your right.
courageous people we see daily, those who walk past and judge these, helpless to civilisations hypocrisy.
then theres disease, opinions to be made by everybody, whos to blame after we enter our graves?
but fuck that shit, our lives are crazy enough and we just wanna get on with it, get bitches to suck dick and even ride it for a bit.
maybe choke on a hootah, puffin deliscious outdoor buddah, drinkin to forget and double hitting the shootah.
drop them tabs of LSD for euphoric visions to see, i would rather snort my MDMA than opt to pop that E.
so at the end of the day civilization may leave me astray, cos imma rebel from now on and imma begin it today...
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in the back of the classroom popping vicodin
fightin the struggles i learn thru my eyes kid
theres only life or death nowadays
theres only trouble i see when clowns spray
got presidents stacked to the sky
big trouble, ya pimps back tonight
livits the reaction they recieve
dead bodys hangin like the reefs
i judge wisely, punish timely
memorys the film, pun easily
the ebola virus, i'm the king of the isles
watch as walk alone singing the green miles
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green miles from white stones that make fiends smile
bullets bite bone, blood drippin fuck up your clean tile
see me wit an ice grill or a mean smile but nothin funny
yall hollow head bitches bout to catch some fuckin dummies
from the black glock under the tummy, its game over
crack rocks guns and the money in ya range rover
drive off wit it all, yall propped up to fall
all that gun talk but you aint poppin at all
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i uppercut with fury in my knuckles
rattle ya teeth like they got loose buckles
open ya face up like my fists are sycles
warm sensation over ya face as your blood trickles.
my epinephrine kicks in as imma put you in a coma,
pumping through my veins as the rage takes over
unstopable force causing Phaeochromocytoma
im a fucking crazed beast with the force of a viper
presicion accuracy with each blow like the skills of a sniper
wake six months later to your mom whos now your ass wiper
in such a vegitated state you cant even masterbate
i tried to warn you fools but you still wanted to test fate...
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stuck in the country g but still a legend
so many peices like chess games, can't even decypher his own men
running east to west like tom n jerry
bombing ya cherrys, stopping you varies
giving you the westside story
bitch lay down for me
i open up a can of worms n shit gets glory
on a son of sam killing spree
but nothing to worry b, cuz you, please
wishing i was in a doggy position
wanting to bone a few, but we all percieve you got foggy ambitions
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me n Sicka den aids, Hit ya clique' with slits wit Blades
Pist n Gay, we Strip ya Fags, with Slick Displays of these pricks mistake
Rich?? we take...Wrists Ripped of Gifts we Gave, Switched ya brain
as ya Wits Incave, cuz our styles our sicc like a Invinsible Plague
thats Mixed wit' Mist Wisps', and we Spit clips at Pic nic's
I Lust n greed when me n' BigBen, is in da Luxury
while dummy's be, in da Pigpen, Dunked in Sea's
while me and da Big Heads Drink Ten, Ink Pens
and in an Instant we got In Shit
from crush's ta hookers then Pigeons
hot smoke from Pistons, as we Plot Fo' yo Rich Kids
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yo havent been around lately so i prolly didnt miss much.../
thats cuz im the ninja keepin it real an the rest of yall str8 up suck.../
i be makin shit happen while yall be fakin like you rappin.../
talkin bout shit u be cappin,...me, shrap, spoken, dangerous an ben fuckin read half your shit an we nappin.../
so whats happenin, u think u can bang wit the meanest.../
big shout to woodrow, slim T, captain save a ho, u niggaz couldnt blow hole's thru kleenex.../
fuckin chumps, wu bangaz will level u fucks.../
movin weight,..im so big i look like i ate dump trucks for lunch.../
growin up where i was raised u niggaz wouldnt last 2 days.../
fuckin fags, fuck you pussys, im always gonna be envied by u toys cuz u know its true that im sicka than aidz...
peace
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double edged blade slicin with the vocal force
official ninja martial artist comin from the vocal source
u can visualize my rhymes, visible lyrical destruction
no disruption on my function hot volcanic eruption
Sirkulator, demonstrator supreme rhyme creator
the greater style is mine, original originator
cut the thread in half leave the remains concealed
horizontal or vertical image not virtual its real
i treat my lyrics as a language thats foreign
above the game like jordan, pourin scorchin shots im soarin
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It's Simple G, the way my Sympathy Singles Me out of this lyrical Symphony
Miracles every other Century, Essentially, Progression Processes Professions
Sew Text Heads, so now ya know a Legend, blow da Smith n wessen
shot a foe on my block Shoutin Bold remarks SToled his Heart, Throw the DArt, it sticks in ya Throat n Blows ya Apart , i got da Masterful gift of GAb that spits with jabs, watch out it'll Hit ya Lad, Pick a plan with Tricks like Hats
My life is bullied by Hatred, Why tonight must i Shapeshift
from a Patient Grave Digga with Patience
ta a Plantiff with Lame spits, its Plain SicC
the way my Day Ends, Make friends, Take Treasure and Display Sin
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Those two last - best I've read this week (I think :D)!
P.S. Can I comment ya freestyle? I'm planing to post something here - but I'm such an idler... :D :D :D
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I'd commennt them even without ya permit :D :D :D :D :D 8)
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well if ur not gonna comment then spit
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One of the illest whiteboys five hours south of Detroit
I make mad noise with the rhymes I annoint
Battle rappers I avoid, unless they ask for decapitation
Obsessive compulsive rapper, put you in your place
So fuck your dot-com website, and your Razr cell
Leave you hate on your voice mail and URL
Give you deconstructive criticism, not a nice guy
Throw you off a building, window washers watch you fly by
Only way I'd be a flash in the pan
Is if someone threw a smoke bomb into cookery, take a good look at me
And let me know if my free flow sucks
Like complimentary vacuums on hotel room rugs
Givin' you four seasons, and more than a few lesions
Hand me a crown of leaves and twigs, and I'm Caesar
More high and holy than Jewish festivals
Cut off the blood flow to you nuts like disconnected testicles
