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now back to the masses the rock get serious
a ragin bull aka furious
who's killin us the master of the temple
get chopped quick by ninpou senpou
ryu ken who niggas i give dragon punch
get cracked like ceral preffered capt. crunch
u gota a hunch? yea start runnin
cause i got some hot so like the heat i start gunnin
shots humin bangin yo impaled body
cant back up now valuntarily so i helped with the shoty
detach yo soul. and yo gorilla-wear i sell it all
you just been treated by the soul general.
the tru calling of a master of ceremonies
is to expose the show and shut down these phonies
homies cant survive in the battle field, yield
dont be rash you'll get killed
lets deal with the out most perceptions of the mind
Wu-tang fo eva throw up ya signs
lets climb dont lag behind jump start yo processor
fuck being the victim i'll just be the agresssor
and professor of kempo class 101
the basic master aka the shogun
stick in yo gums put yo mouth piece on ready to battle
the snake technik watch how i rattle
and shake this imposter who wanna test
in the temple come and get blessed
put ya to rest u thought i gave ya aids
but i'm sicka no pun intended but dont get laid_
down by my right hand of distruction
mess u yo frontal lobe hence yo body functions
whats the comotion ya never seen a desciple get grimmy
if it wasnt for me declining, double R would have signed me
but i'll wait my turn hold stern and strong
cause when you Wu-tang u never wrong
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Originally Posted by RockD
AZ I walk thru tha hardtimez-a-life I stryke strife wit typez-a-lyrical fightz..enlight twice a day Im quite amazed..
quiet not dazed..silent fo dayz..tryna get paid..girl truble..tha world double..beef? - i can hear her mumblez..
serve bubblez of champagne..still strain thru my word rubble..itz a merged puzzle..between "gamez"..
mind playz triccz.. rewind to phaze bliss..wish I knew wha day that iz..soon get laid but lady split..chasin bizz..
Supposed to be-a-sacred kidd..changed but drenched..NY laced spitz thru ya PAGEZ u flip or click NEXT...
-> u SEE ac HIT TEXT..!!
Audio Able..have-a-TWITCHed NECK!!..n chicken hedz? 2 fo me none fo yo ass like a TWIX PLEX..! ha
Yo, I'm held togetha by pride but barely holdin/Ain't no depressed kid but still cold and alone an/ I'm way out ma Comfort Zone like crack addicts jonesin'/ They inject in it in they veins while I spit out da poison/ Been thru seen highest to the lowest and back/ Seen cognac spill and fiends slapped over dime sacs/ I'm just a 20-somethin' tryin to be a man an' no mark/ But I'm still breakin up and I'm still breakin hearts/ The girl be like, 'Knew ya was a playa from the start'/ I be like, 'Nah, sugar, ya just ain't that smart/ Lets split ways at this fork in the road and go on our own/ I'm lookin for heart and soul, ya just lookin' to bone..
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Been A Thug Since Birth.../
Raised By A Thugged Out Old Earth.../
Pops Taught Me How To Do Serious Dirt.../
Gettin My Paper Left Alot Of Niggaz Hurt.../
Wildstyle Come Out My Shirt An Beserk.../
Crack Yo Head Open,..u Wake Up Gettin Pampered By Some Nurse.../
Sick Verse Leave U In A Coma Or A Hearse.../
Never Rehearse My Raps,..im The Best,..yes, The Truth Hurts And They're Aint A Damn Thing U Can Do To Get Me To Disperse.../
Cuz Im The Worst,...ive Always Been, I Always Will Be.../
The Meanest Motherfucker On The Planet, Burn Emcee's To Third Degrees.../
Fuckin With ME? "bitch Please,..u Aint Shit But A Trick Tease.../
So Make Yourself Useful Punks An Bow Down On Your Knees...
SICKA THAN AIDZ
Peacehttp://img.photobucket.com/albums/v6...o/allhail3.gif
ur the man sicka
Packin heat brimmed to da teeth since 13...been blowin up hot spots w/ glocks enough to make a mute sing..cha ching sound of paper rollin thin...lootin niggs stickin up kids just makin loot flow in..ghetto philosophicle educated negroids...that never went to college,..and have 3 boys to support thru college...paralize white america & the corporate bullshits dominance...2000 ded citizens makin "bushit" ominous..soon they'll be draftin n taxin makin us buy bonds...no money for spendin rationin and makin buswh support songs none left over for the chocolate city vics. of Katrina...say the govenor's a racist and give him a court cepins they be meana then we ever thought before...Cheney's poppin pilz and buyin whores
to type a verse is lame to me, but boredom is like a global diease
u niggas after my meat and potatoes, and get flicked off like peas
i burn in a degree to the third, 1st power and predicate, in my own words
describe the death of hip hop by using extravagent verbs
freestyled off the top, why write for nerds to read
and have my own kids commin back tp me like my sperm is second to breed
but u will be first to bleed, my offspring will obey me
you foster kids get beat senseless like slaves trying to escape endless
leave my foes breathless, not in death, but i quiet niggas
make grown men out of snitches and college grad students out of bitches
my list goes on and on about hip hop's lame spawn
the massacre is not caused by 50 but to get rich off me is to die tryin pawn
as i walk on rap street, my lines bring the danger
lucky are the allies as my flo strikes the strangers
risks u cant afford to take, wisdom to the more wise
the clear eyes see my aura and become sore eyes
i soar high, spinnin rhymes till yall get dizzy
ever present Sirkulayshun do it 24/7 busy
compared to this yall are buildins wit no structure
my voice punctures, power past super up to ultra
sick like the virus just entered your main system
never eradicated, permanently stained victim
outta control, kill emcees with out a reason
scorchin rap torchin sublime the freezin season
From heights higher than mountains my lyrics flow fountains
Drowning doubters who thought they could clash with a titan
I grab the mic and murder a herd of beef starters strikin'
Inviting any niggaz who feel they can overcome the skill that's a suicide drill
I'm still writing bangers and bangin' queens nutttin' in their grills
And when i'm killed my peeps will raise funds to clone me
I'm the only mc to kill masters of ceremonies
While many phony homies hate to see my stocks escalate
Their backs i'm next to break, then shootup the wake
I never concentrate, quiet niggaz skip conversation
So i'm unknown when i leave wigs blown unlocated in ya location
Ya'll wack cats without feelings to hurt
I'm a rotisary cooker cookin em up rare just see the blood sperts
Fuck nerds..Palehorse, are u educated or not?
Science fiction movies dont count in life or on the block
Fuck this, this horse is a pale bitch, clit
Just a little quief straight from the uteris', baby rappin shit
You rappin bricks and ish, the blackest thing u ever known about is licorish
I exterminate niggaz who make trash raps, don't bother to re-write that
Garbage wasting trees, like shootin' jizzm wasting seeds
I'm taking streets over , burning bushes laughing at voters
Scaring rappers to death like a naked photo of oprah
Careers over like 7th heaven season finale
Burnin' ya'll like fat bitches burn calories at Bally's
Make ya home the concrete like homeless people in alleys
your mind is an abyss, your rhymes is abysmal
on your own set your whole neck get snapped like a pencil
random dissin, your hobby is phantom shittin
a stealthy shit planter if your lil brain didnt get it
i eat your fuckin licorice plus ya bitches tits
after im done bonin her hole is swollen
so you can only suck the bitch's clit
talkin bout pussyfarts, you got a pussy for a heart
and i got 17 dicks ready to rip so dont start
The rhyme was one a different skale, but i'm here to kill em allQuote:
Originally Posted by Skale
this is what the temple is made up, so "It", would never fall
fuck yo warrior call if it aint WUUUU! out yo lungs
i present to u a monster they should have called me King Kong
never diss a disciple always hand out props
always been humble but quick to burst yo spot
Revered Outraged Corn Killa- Destructor of the weak
the finder of truth when many try to seek
never been pop tart never taken back a word
so if u hear the temple is weak then fuck wat u heard
the temple is on a different Skale, Sicka than most Aidz
prophets like james, even white n danger.. spits raid
killin all ya roaches who try to sip through
if we are alchohol will be deadly like 200 proof
so dont get it fucked up and go aheas take it as a diss
step to the temple and you'll fall in the Abiss
This aint the anthem but this is never a contradiction
an MC not from the temple is an half MC without distinction
ya'll never get full worth not from my danm mouth
and if you havent been Reading this is our danm House.
RockD signs Out!!!!
i'm the grim repa dondona tek speaker
niggas flow is old school, outdated like motorola beepers
an intense MC flow is a typhoon
tip top high point like highnoon
also a monsoon my flow is never ending
transmissions in my mind i'm always sending
with words time i'm bending i even vist the far side
a killa bee natorious even in the be hive
now go hide katon* "fire ball" no jitsu
cause when i start sprayin my kunai wont miss u
i dont care if it hits who? fuck that niggas name**
my verbal drops on yo shit like rain**
pimp like kain, slap ya like rick james
half stepin niggas, better yet ma-dames.
* Naruto -anime
** ODB- Brooklyn zoo