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I Swear On My Life That I Can't Wait For Death
I Am Too Tired Of Trying To Replace The Best'
Too Tired To Try And Compensate 4 The Rest'
I Learned What The Guards Kept In The Depths
I Earned The Martyrs Respect As 7 Saints Wept!
Your Words Absurd Hold No Weight Even Breath
whers Is In Bedlam With Brethren Cheating Death
Placing Shades On After The Sun Has Begun To Set
Slide out cha rest dead in a vestQuote:
Originally Posted by Guarded By Martyrs
Hold out cha Cinco de Mayo check list
I bucket those sucker rippers get zipped up and taged
By a death mark laser biting supply
Wondering why they targeted……..
By the Sheepish and Guarded By Martyers
Get cha charter, best roll out the red carpet
Don’t stop your access to documents
From nearly any source
Thinking your android
Who dreams of electric sheep?
Get deeper than Erie cannel
And lose your lips at the pits
Of a bottomless lake
Just to awake a thousand years after she made cha Crum cake
I Told You Before....I Make The Pages Shake
In A Tranquil State My Quil Sets Shit Straight
Once And 4 All When It Recognizes My Face
Like It Can't Wait To Create Something Great
So I'm Compromising For All The Complaints
Over The Years All The Mental Letters Of Hate
Now Partake In Debates During Earthquakes
We Hold Our Ground - Even When It Shakes
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Originally Posted by Guarded By Martyrs
Stained glasses in the windows, leaves the eyes of the soul
Get cold frosty, frozen over like the coldest winter
Get whipped with a metallic plate iron out all wait
Dead drop don capo leave those singing salsa in the street
Dead beat prone to drones over Brooklyn
While scarfing down droves of lunch meat
Jewels of the valiant lay dormant
Show at the door step of ya king
Show e’m up with my tactics
Oblique to those critiques
Cloned in laboratories where monkey’s aren’t present
Enter my sentence without seeing a dentist
just passed the test on the 3rd I said "word" as the grandmaster put the belt around my waist, amazing feat done performed it blind folded taking niggaz down around my space. make haste like fleeing while wearing a helmet made for a mega man, or dragg 'n ballz like me watch this G spark's flying like garbage can's filled with your game plan. clap for your attention spanned longer than me reading to the end of your artistic piece, call me the joy division blowing your mind away at point blank range lyrical change had to re-arrange you make ya better like the secret police. Bombs going off as I carry you in these rhymes like your my buddy behind enemy lines, read your post stood and put flowers over it cause you got killed stepping over my verbal mines.
get frosted you flake double-crossing mistake exit here right in the lake
watch me die awake stab my barber to death with the blade my rents got to be paid
by the 1st target practice nationwide on pastors pimping a church
you pop a pill to fuck your bitch I hit it while you were wishing it worked
that label isn't original I saw that artificial stich in your shirt
fake thugs form a line watch that record stay on the shelf like cheap wine
get mine from taking yours peaceful people always hate the war
Want to kill you cause your making more those extra cents add up for sure
bring the wild pig i'll break the boar use his head as a trophy
my life goal to somehow die and return as an emcee ghostly
if queen Elizabeth toast me i'll throw it back
cause mouths stay twisted forever like bobby browns after smoking crack
were all wolves so be prepared once you approach the pack
or your women will be all single then stuck in limbo
try to play kimbo he'll slice your limbs bro
slash ya bleeding out like a pussy period gash greedy hands wanting fresh dope cash ya hash and re-stash under mc bodies who broke badly, sadly never wanted the violence don't believe me take a look back at Africa no niggaz there smile at ya shaking hands gladly. worse comes to worse niggaz over there whip each other with sticks and walk on backs of cow's to prove their strength, bungee jumping off shitty made ladders heads turn to cadavers hitting the ground couldn't measure a life's length. no strife unlike here back to computers fake niggaz talk'n guns and killing mental stamina never willing to go on and stand strong, black and proud yell it loud before your time ends just depends so make amends and fix what you did wrong.
^ fuck that shit i'mma do me already done my part to turn white folks on to wu already at 4 white boys playing with they shitty Nintendo gayboy toys, but it's a secret so don't tell mom remember me when your all alone driving your car bumping the tang! about to fuck that ugly bitch back seat car noise. call my rhymes the sweetness my mom's a bears fan fuck the NFL dudes in tights taking other dudes down taking way to long in between plays, make that shit up like footy sonn!! added time never added on in American games just straight shames my mind like F graded essays stalled due to inclement weather aka skipping class because of weed toke delays.
it's trilogy through trial emcee's 8 the whole mile even as a pre-schooler I was cooler teachers didn't dare put me on time out
coke heads await the next time I put lines out on the glass
you have to pay a free to be free at last watch Gordon flash
the lightning rod your not a god just a pea in the pod
the large stomach split no guilt gutting pigs a life-time job
or hobby threw a spider at your man this hobo-goblin's rowdy
howdy to all my country bumpkins and hill-billies thumping
never assume assumption half the time nice people get left with nothing
bitch mind your manners or get thrown out in the cold in your pajamas
my hip-hop band is bananas spent years in the attic writing like Anna
throw a rock to a fiend to watch the cameras and scanners
government mind control substances can't pro-gram us
outlandish settlement were settled in wilder than heavy metal shows
you might throw south-paw but this veteran throws better blows
ghetto hoes like Ashanti mesmerized by the flow so they suck on the pee-hole
good rhymes yo!Quote:
Originally Posted by J.T.S.
got a better suction in this sexual junction what's your function not asking cause that's ghetto trash, more morbid than what I read about killing rats 'happy death fun time' read about it by Apollo Stash. the corp's making me sick to stay here you gotta be brave, like lookin at skampoe vol 2 pics fat ass Sherman clump nigga stuck in a fucking cave. ain't trying to spit politics cause forum friends is all you'll ever see, over 10,000 posts of wasted time still rep'n the forum sad is what you'll always be.
starting off rhymes way beyond sleepy times my eyes is blinking, straight stinking crusty eyes brassknuckled banner straight krooked scanner done dropped off drunk kept drinking. O3EY's rhymes kept stinking like "what you thinking", misfit rat thinking back to what APOLLO STASH said rat's be sinking. in these concrete rhymes lit the ark like noah just straight show-ya how we secretly know-ya, gimme the fire let me be the lyrical liar burn your dumb ass cause we spark ignorant minds like ohm's law.
second to none the lab drunk verse will run from the lung
the dumb get done and hung where me and the hoodlums hung
one sip of scotch i'm scorching the porch when enforcing
pull the horse hair off the whores and then poof torch them
ridiculously transparent to those who thought it was apparent apprehension
murdered for not staying obligated to the obligations
draped in the finest fabrics but nothings fabricated it's a verbal interrogation
live in the light they're after dark so it's a nocturnal violation
gaze at the sun and never blinded tense situations fuel my proclamations
push pumps no pity ya'll bullets riddled through city hall
I proved my point it's your choice so make the call or play the wall
it's a well known fact to get these stacks I constantly broke the law
Cracking head's breaking bed's nigga be outta luck, dumb struck when I pluck ideas that get stuck in your mud dome 4 by 4 dump truck. i'm the 16th black duck flying over ain't too sober with shitty aim like your rap game, shitting over fire trucks like I give a quack my eggs rest on green stack rewind the track back to cracking heads I declaim. If I had your style I'd change my sTAGe name like you was ender and dropped balls in the playoff game, better yet call ya chris paul when I haul your ass off fresh meat for the lions to tame. lets face it this is just a war game word for word who can rhyme the best 'it's a test?' failed and burned by my lyrical flame, wanna see greatness see me framed up in the wu corp-ers town mc hall of fame.
tunes to break the chest-plate it's ak-ace 47 shots top notch to the face
put that neck in the brace mouth filled with mace I spread wack emcee hate
the fate fulfilled show my power with the drill another bitch-ass blogger killed'
extreme skill moving like wind-mill body burial spot the towns land-fill
hit em with the steel while he stands still logical reason for blood spill
thrill you powder puff pussies with pencil lead Doberman pinch em dead
it don't matter if my stomach is blood money or welfare fed I'm a nuclear war head
I'm on fire so you'll burn your hands giving me dap so here's some water
organized amongst the confusion and dis-order my rockets rocked borders
read minds thought absorber drunken absolute slaughter
for those who stepped it was falling down 2 stories shit was too gory
switchblade sticker ghetto fab collab on ya mental ab rib kicker, got drunk quicker inhaled the liquor empty pockets while I smash eye sockets punched KO count never came quicker. guns blasting while you bicker standing tall against the wall end up first to fall last to crawl out from the rubble more annoying than fresh stubble, so I cut ya free and wish you first to die give you life with out earth's trouble. burst the bubble found out life isn't perfect now your imperfect while I blemish ya dreams, popping mental schemes as it streams like instagram I'm inglorious bastard winning over your fantasy teams. Heard your extremes in subliminal supremes thought up but never brought up passed over the month of may with thoughts led astray, which way the cube gleams beyond my minds eye catching a Caucasian wearing a black tie call it cliché. fuck what he say only a handful of mc's can touch what the fuck I spit, hit the end of your blunt punch it out on the ground round for round pound for pound test me and be the next to sleep at earths pit.
(the shoot out from the dice, the silence in the lights, the late night heist, the thieves in the night)
First to battle last to die sword slayer ghetto layer chill here you'll need a prayer, Understated never dated ill fated winner over all stand tall never lose when I'm debated. Catch a mc by the tail watch him fail while he squirms like sperm worms, Keep on moving while us better mc's stay proving your infected obvious detected your neglected like deadly germs. Youthful rappers best known as wu dick slappers to the face without a trace of grace making me laugh as I hold my golden staff, Obviously you need to hone your craft best take out that ass shaft. U use as inspiration face it your birth was an accident your pop's condom broke now your here as a joke while I sit back and toke on uplifting truth sticks you only use as ignorant mind kicks.
DopeQuote:
Originally Posted by O3EY