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slightly blowed, might be throwed, yet im fresh off work//;)
7/11 clerk bringin ruck to heavens and earth//
2nd job as camp counselor smokin an ounce of herb//
quick as verbs form storms, disintegratin' ya nerves//
lol 5:30pm and im drunk & blazed as fuk...pretty funny...:b
crumble trees, then roll it like tumbleweeds//
simple principles, so listen: stay cleansed of all seeds//
if you want k-i-d's at some point in ya life//
remember pass the cinderollo 2 ya left or ya right//
perfect direction at tha jumpoff, if one coughs, then say "Soft"//
cuz they don't got tha lungs 2 run wit sunz in tha loft//
stayin on high, say goodbye to blue skies... tha room is clouded//
double enshrouded wit tha knowledge, V is NEVER doubted//
"Antagonyst", or "Verseatyle": a villain wit no ego//
creep slow thru dojo's, throwin' critical blows//
knock you off ya ten-toes, blades shreddin' ya clothes//
blood-n-bone fragments from nose, know ya feelin' tha flows//
in-militant-pose,im thinkin like a pro mad stra-tegic//
these niggas spits b in tha stone age our raps-math-collegiate(sp?)//
infact-cats-so-fiendish from the rythms we release//
theres track marks from tha pens we use an dope inside the beats//
Im waist deep in heaps of adversaries teeth who cease 2 slay tha beef...//
then free tha beast that keeps emcees in an eternal sleep...//
blow up ya Jeep like frequent freaks-in-heat wit verbal skeet...//
don't meet dafeet(defeat) Im rockin' cleats 2 crush ya fuckin' fleet...//
^^crumble treez then roll it like tumbleweedz -illmatic!!
fill philliez til i'm mashed out like billy danze and fizzy womack
sess got me blowed like a dizzy gillespie jazz solo throwback
soul on ice like ras kass and eldridge cleaver
OTB nuttin nyce yo pass the mic and the receiver
strikin' ya femur...splice-n-divide ya pipe-dreams//Quote:
Originally Posted by OTB
rollin' wit teams who cremate fiends wit ray-beams//
gotta plot-n-scheme...even dyslexics perfect tha title//:list:
mesh wit a rival...pressin' points, strikin' his vitals...//
Villainous...Verseatyle, Antagonyst....//
shatterin' actors, give em' tha back-wards role of Lazarus//
damagin scripts, worse than bombin on ya biblotheque//
im known 2 catch-wreck thru audio decks like battle-mechs//
lol that one was a bit hard 4 some reason...
^antagonyst-lazarus-damagin scripts >props v
friendly game of baseball yall
i throw burnin darts like a young shawon dunston
yo watch me catch wreck like roy campanella and thurman munson
check it - most yall rapperz iz lame like kanye
OTB here to save the game like eric gagne
my stylez 12 thouzand - quad andre
houzin yall foolz i'm the hiphop Godpadre
back to the bench bitch-
high noon bubbling water in the spoon
Add the arm n' hammer, getting money in Cancun
2 rooms in the holiday Inn, me and Big Lynn
Grands we got off extortion, and racketering for fortunes
Threw in the towel, hot spot scorching
Bored when moves can't be made i can't relate
Front row tickets to the percee P show, aww shit we late
Appetite great, hemp brownies baked on the wu plate
let's skate, carrying heat in case fakes in the venue hate
Hardcore acts i cordinate, hit em wit Rocks for Pete sake
Make moves to the stage to display the live spray
Bagged 2 chics on Tuesday, spittin' game like Rae at Camay's
Or like Cap on Maria, i got a love jones for Nia, and Viva
received a text from a diva saying i got next
Before u know it we closer than G. Simone, and Krs
We have mind sex when i'm out of town getting Dead prez
On the celly her ringtone Dedication by R. kelly
Love her like cooked food i put in my belly
My wisdom Shelly, keep her warmer than a Pelle pelle
Love-juices splashing naw.. it's K-Y jelly
Love her cus' she never smelly downtown
Nailing her holes my mini-hammer pounds, orgie sounds
strictly cheeba and G-13 in my circumference
plus I’ll slap up the wack leaderz of that G8 conference
got optimal herb level chopped in the Optimo
tropical-red optical no sleep from moppin hoez
yo pop this green got me going like a Boeing F-15
flowing boldly and seeing thingz yo what doez this mean-
^yo J.T.S. i got next and simone and krs
respect for that dart!
be screwin country bumpkins/
u could call me fuzzy lumpkins/
let me tell ya somethin/
last night it was yo girl i was fuckin/
git mad wanna fight blow u away with my bucket n/
i can drink nikoli like its nothin/
like bruce lee i can kick it/
i aint no biggot/
im little like migdet/
but gotta big dick u can lick it/
till the ball bags empty/
thats right im an emcee/
from the big M-T/
so hatas ive got plenty/
i could take a penny/
n turn it into a bundle/
13 when i learned ta hustle/
sellin rock like barney rubble/
YABBA DABBA DOO!/
a mans gotta do/
what a mans gotta do/
quick ta stab a foo/
or ill disinagrate u/
with ma p-3-52/
space modulator/
used ta dress in all black like darth vadar/
now im lookin like a wanna be gangster/
gotta platinum chain thats faker/
than me/
throwin up 3/
for the E/
despite all the meth/
im lockwood to my deth/
n the only way ill breathe my last breath/
will be cuz i shoved a katana deep in my chest/
^ill drop grasshop
thanx QTBQuote:
Originally Posted by OTB
Articulate with the spits that shit on bubblegum cliques
Move on these M.T.V. kids, in the real world they'd get hit
Chastised wit whips that rip flesh from skin
My blood hot boiled like i was Mexican
I represent slugs sent, special delivery to ya kin
Minds a monument, meant to live out the moment
Letters written in bold print
these artists getting raped like they worked for Tempts
Test my temperment, and you'll be dead like made to order shrimp
At red lobster, above the clouds shadowboxer
Got cha' quoting quotations i'm making
Rather eat a bloody cunt than a piece of bacon
I'm unknown like Lil waynes ghostwriter but still leave ya shaken
Raking in the dough, jealous ones envy me not Fat Joe
yo jts called me qtb
he must be tessin me tryin to see if i can free
style the triple five soul bubblegoose hide chrome device
known in cypherz to let loose presice
yo i drink so much yo its troublin
my piss got more sudz than pubz in dublin
flow like a scott la rock scratch from the past yo
then glow like a glass of scotch on the rocks from glasgow
staggered my car careened outside the bar
no five-0 static me a star like kareem jabbar
flow go ova ya head
h ha what up jts-