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i been doin this poetic justice since i was 5 yrs old
always been a reble and got danm cold
bold and wu-representa since age fifteen
i always love black but my favorite color is C.R.E.A.M
"cash rules" na mean? i never was a fool n thought diffrent
always "protect the neck" or end up missin
listen "ya'll been warned" yet you still refuse to "run"
this is my "triumph" so ya will loose to my gun
match set you done till we all "reunited"
but in the "second comin" only "little ghetto boys" n generals to the table are invited
so "release yo self" and be "One blood under W" in "the gravel pit" constitution
of "visions" of "older gods" with "bells of wars" which speak of "wu-revolution"
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Back to back attacks like our weaponry's attached
going all out bustin', it's nothing to cock back my rap mack
Copy-cats get hats blown off the scalp, know ya indian scalped
These newborn mc's always hide in the house
Like feds i kick doors in to abduct you hiding ducks
Raps suck like laffy taffy's, and li'l scrappy's
i'm nasty, voice raspy, hair nappy, happy to clap streets
put contestants in coffins 6 feet be-low go ahead and rap deep
Ask me non-sense then i'll get tense, po-lice hae ta trace my finger-prints
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Systematic prisoners had increased in numbers/
green fungus seizures released the trees lumbered.
Busted muthafuccas stole the drugs out the bunkers/
welcome to the uptown version of justice.
Punk bitches risked existence/
villianous snitches knew the sinister business.
Everythin' had steadily rested, on the next spit/
reflex posessed the imperial textures.
No less expected, spare the bullshit yo/
culprits folded, soldout their involvement..
..bold niggas wat, revolved around the spot/
possibly they followed me bac to my property..
..cold niggas shot hot rocks toward my wallabies/
cops non-stop popped the commoners honestly.
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^^ koncrete gorilla king kongin shit
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Villian building narcotic buildings, tax-free no billing
Children chillin' out front, gotta hit the bodega i'm outta blunts
twist the berry, and let's get very high behind the library
Some guy scared me, know his tooth's missin', he expecting a dollar from the tooth fairy
Rockin' a larry bird jersey on my way to New Jersey
New-ark got the bomb trees, we burnin' up streets
Birds leakin' info to feds, get found drowned with cracked beaks
play 4 keeps, creepin' on creeps steppin' on feet
illegal weapon on me, safely concealed stain-less steel
Many masters killed not obeying street drills, weak willed
Beefs ill..the blood chills, and crips bang from back pockets their flags hang
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gang bang stomp your fuckin ass if u click dissin
im clip rippin send yo momma and yo bitch missin
i rather get drunk as fuck pop pills and grab titties
while u in the Basement, aint talkin bout Rap City
I slap sissies punch pussies make these cowards burn
kick you bitches off the air like some Howard Sterns
u aint get no exposure unless I expose ya
get that bitch Nina Christina to fuckin blow ya
BLAOW, splatter you and all your lil slick shit
HOW you whippin hoes while u stuck on my dick bitch?
send u lil kids missin, put you on milk cartons
im the shit, u can smell me like I fuckin farted
you must be, fuckin retarded, fuckin wit Diese
your bitch get fucked hard while she suckin on these
yeahhhh, we run trains and leave some wet stains
think im playin this gun sprayin to leave some red stains
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Bullets bull charge through bullies acting unruly
Truly true to my duty, flushin' niggas raps booty
Fruity goofy goof troops get the boot to face
Blood taste salty, rocky road beatings with hockey sticks papi'
Spot me rushin' limbaugh, and sloppy joe lean back attack criminals
Sub-zero subliminals, luminal lyrics contain protein, and minerals
Semen nutrition for hoes, to give em' energy sliding down the poles
My north pole lines frigid, freezin' my mind, i spit icesickles one time
Only dime i drop is ten cents, unlike 50 heads snitchin'
Power of a dollar scholar, rotten apple biters fear my visions
Convictions come n go, flagpole hard bullet scarred flow
Funky fartin' on assholes, shitty days smellin' in bum clothes
Punch-in clock-work, punch-out net-workers
Wife-beater rockin' soldier chest soaker, toast the ghetto broker
Lead smoker, feds take notes of details, and collect my dropped shells
Pop whales keep gainin' weight, with smoked hog on plates
Devil dogs ate by stray cats, the cats ate by grey rats
sarcastic cap gun mack, 10 shots lay em' flat
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Catch me mobbin' a Crome Dipped... Double R... '06
Wheelie da Whole Strip... Hoe's trippin like 'oh shit!
that's So Sick!... Please King, show me some More tricks
Thats when i make Horse Dick disappear in the Whore Bitch
Give her a Sore Clit.... swing swords swift.... Like I was Snipes
My Album aint even dropped... already got....Five Mics
iLL Cat with Nine Lives... Boot holsterin' Forty Five Side Arms
Drive By's with Pipe Bombs... Leave Lawns Smolderin' Like Bongs
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Lyrical laser tag i unleash precise beams, my steez cold as ice cream
Mic fiend, gangsters get their knecks snapped b4 they lean
take-out teams without a team, all i need is my fatal flyin' guilotine
Methods mean, and demeaning..destroyin' opposition scheming
My bars on-point, smoke em' like joints, for pointing fingers
Down-town swinger, up-town gun-slinger, my shots off the ringer
Never been a street dreamer, more of a street master
it was written i would pre-vail unveilling lines of disaster
Soloists get dissed after i craft chapters, off the head raptures
Bastard blaster, young or old, become ghosts once the drama un-folds
I battle the illest emcee's and when i win, i take hold of their soulz
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I put the Dreddy in the Kruger, see my knots god/
Bronzed up the Nazareth and popped off the cogs.
Dropped the hottest solo, no one was lookin/
nothin had prepared me for Warclouds cookin.
Took a slug Division to the Killarmy/
seen U-God defendin' the swarm of alarming.
Marchin' gaurds chargin', 9th Prince disciples/
ultimate Divine~type cyphas unrivalled.
Gary Grice cycles for Solomon Childs son/
Black Knights divided the Trife Streetlife ckuz.
Lord Superb niggas saw the raw Killah Sin's/
no one had the Remedy except Cilvaringz.
Mathematics acted out ShoGun Assasson/
Shyheim went missin', so fam started askin.
Asked True Master who passed the last checkpoint/
Beretta 9's lined up the Suga Bang Bang joint.
Cappadon saw the Northstar from the courtyard/
Rae felt the Razor, Hell Razah blade torture.
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Fuck medication all i need is meditation my life orientation
Orient express style, runnin' wild while vacating
Raiding labs, launching jabs on crabs creating garbage
Frog jump ya squad, we squaring off in darkness
Liquid sword part nigg's in two, i'm the Shogun hebrew
See you bluffin', but cha' helpless like a dog dumping
I'm coming like a witch to hit cha' with my craft
Black magic raps, i ride the carpet coming to clash
Victorious forever, i'll never go out of style like leather
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In the coldest weather, light through air floating as a feather
Things gotta get better
Hungry for chedder the scenes getting redder
Or dying prematurely, never cause I'm more clever
Climbing up the ladder licking shots at them box when they chatter
Family matters, mixing cake in batters clapping at tattlers
Lose lips equals empty clips sinking ships taking chips
Swerving in wips cause afterwards I'm taking trips
Out a state till the heat settle for having used my heavy metal
Thicken situations like heavy mental
Master the killah like Priest slaying the beast who won't let me feast
I gotta eat like them sultans do in the middle east
If not then peoples getting deceased
Politicians preaching peace cause they stomachs full, triggers pulled
By others they hands stay clean, that's no bull
Using they pens so my niggas stay in dens while they ride the benz
Fuck that I want my endz, getting rid of fake friends
They like snakes that hiss rip out they tongue before it hiss
Then on they graves I take a piss
I'm out to re-write history fuck just making a diss
My rhymes more like a death list
Or a Christmas wish like food on my dish I'm eating luxurious fish
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in steps gorilla wit' the godzilla vitals/
snyperin' the biters, with the syllable rifles.
The miracle revival, back to life cyphas/
died like the tide of the evil keystylers.
Fuc wat u decide god im higher than cheech bitch/
hah bet u muthafuccas thought i'd type Jesus..
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I don't watch for critics that fire on me forwardly,
Spittin' my own game, droppin' mind twists constantly
You think I write shit monthly, bitch what do you know?
Noone knows how many I dropped for not feelin the flow
Now I grow and I spit and I feel too much angry
Because all that impatience that people eat blindly
Man whatchu think, Slim ain't be always eatin' fingers
For waiting for next album of them famous niggers
I ain't no product, myself's what I made
So why I would eat myself if it's been already said
IT'S DEAD - all the real shit is now gone
IT'S DEAD - it's funeral wit noone to mourn
IT'S DEAD - years gone, predictions the grim
IT'S DEAD - on ICU we turned off machines
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Yearly those dear to me, disappear really
Boys dead with closed heads, casket dread
Steady rythmn of life, is trite with fake trife
Stifled up in lock, now I'm back on the block
Stay solid like rock, stop those who oppose or mock
Hawk loogies on the game, you dudes is all the same
Rudely I proclaim my lack of fame, fuck a name
blame society for trying me, prying and plying me
Applying me others ideas, hates ugly head rears
To devour all fake flavors, within the hour of this behavior
Then say a prayer, as cops with no cares lock straps of electrical chairs
Repent before now before, your sent to a firey core
Please, gimme more, ammo to store
Bored with whores, I desire mindspace to explore for sure
Future sutures and stitches, hospital visits late
All precipitate a state, of being blind without truly seeing
