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Field plant the roses for fallen soujla's arrows fly in the mist
I held the bow mug-shots for the flow smoking gun shit
my rage a cometh destructive manuscripts, and blue-prints
fuck shooting and selling bricks guard your melon missed
mighty swift carnegie hall ripped pulled the honey doll
with the golden skin-tone booty worthy of a call
answer no questions it's trifle in my section
i ate mills no detective detection
see the pretty pearl handle? feel the shot connection
close the doors light the fire inspection
ruined your hi-fi connection computer lesson
storm the desert with a guerilla rebel weapon
head band for rocking leather gloves for the smith n' wessun
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Shift stances,
Chip commandments start brick avalanches
Spark thick branches with venom commanders,
Spit cancer as medicinal answers to pandemic slander
Transfer images through a camera's lens,
Shatter fragile chins into millions of fragments
Maverick of impossible missions,
I'm the magnet that draws with a god's pens....
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....walking through an iron lions den
speakin languages, i am men, i am them
hold em by the head, ten by ten
break em off switch lead, number 2
bread of the earth, cream of crop
sending out signals, but science wont stop
im speedin but it dont clock, wrist watch
calculated hours, 24 minutes of hip hop
slipstream seconds, time watched
as the night turned day, wrong way
oragnized confusion is OK
O......C, that bitch remind me of stronjay
hey love......
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...Operator with painted gloves,
Dangling from chains above, pages are littered with my brains and blood
Plant 40 grains in sacred mud,
Let loose from caves, savages change from civilized liars to slugs
Forge an empire without wires or plugs,
forget the most high is one of us
Spit flies and dust until my corpse lies unsupported by crimes and lust,
Each line corrupt,
Sifted fine, transmitted online as snuff...
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run the game, run that back master facts
you ain't packing backs like LT breaking sacks
water style wonder time drumming down floods from the sunshine/
blunders crime your weaker than a shinobi with no skills in using adobe
get cha audition straight my strafe be focus you can't hold or break/
static steak wake up shoryuken break noses back off your fake frog poses
I am emote away from ripping the monk from your drunken state/
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Tounges are snakes,
My ox tumbles over frozen plates to penetrate
Graze upon a bloodied plain,
My body processed is a bomb against the god-body's flesh
A thin parody of righteousness,
Collect an agent's right fist in quick succession to the ribs
One mind, one common cause to exist
Unfold what's clenched to mimic the buddhist scripts
My right is brutal,
What's left is beautiful in it's ruthlessness
Peruse sutras through mini-computers and sinister webs
Pens are pistols using sharpened rulers and lead,
Target users and spread a mockery of euthenasia....
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... sleepin with geishas, doin voodoo with haitains
explosive train stations leaving bystanders wasted
shocked, or amazement, no warning, no statement
no retaltation, who the fuck bombin the population
wasting no time, we start investigations, equations
dont fit, dont make sense, psycho outta his wits
whats the pretense, theres no evidence, no prints
almost robotic in nature, detectives do a search,
no maker, no creator, just another detonation
this time we striking ya weak ass radio stations
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My faded orbit blazes,
ancient formations spelled in starry auras
By copying odd chakras
I cold-cocked psychotic authors and sparring partners
No ported prints,
Only felonious stories from chicago to port au prince
Stitch crop circles on scalps in broad furrows,
Recently released on forged furloughs,
Iron Kongs fly strong through long barrels
Spies and sparrows, monochromatic lights,
Black and white apparel
Kutt and bronze exchange bombs in digital stereo...
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i grip mics with pharoahs, spoken word scarecrows
construct rhymes like archimedis and fire arrows
parables leave you wonderin, whered he go
why he never stop the show
why he never stop the flow, cause its impossible
18 iron obstacles, Kut throwin akido blows
hapkido jabs to the throat,
my surrounded by a fire moat, steel neck ropes
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Techniques wreck bones,
Restless ghosts feasting upon kings sleeping on sickened thrones
Bronze rips throats as my fists of gold shatter souls,
Shadow-box familiar foes,
stand sickened by friends whose ignorance has killed the flow
Excuses easily become a slippery slope,
A period of no instead of breeding knows
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Fierce swiftness I’ve got Streets of Rage this is your Final Fight like Cody vs Haggar
you ain't even chaotically neutral on my radar, get cha game up baby paw/
this is bits and pieces wish list features won't get cha featured
I can read cha mind like a Broadway play by Nola Gay/
got cha thinking your benign like a tumor I get in ya/
wither away powers, isolate cha towers,mastered your tactical telekinesis
read this before you intercept the pieces of thesis I haven't even finished yet/
template my darts come off the sparks never nice as yesteryear
fester mirrors pester your peers, checking to see if you changed gears/
switch from Sam Adams to the Grey Goose commandeer minds
get sublime in time twisted arcs check relays delay features
in ways you can only imagine, cuz that’s all you do is imagine/
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Decode rifles to tiny bits,
Each line is a flying clip of iron transmitted
Through hands and instruments,
Fire cannons and rhyme with legends of wind
There's no question of strength, my posts are Bane to Batmen
Propane attachments burned to ash,
Old enslaved savages tape the blast,
Turn to face the blaze's flash, turned to statues and stacks of salt
Described as biblical,
my staff's assault is the last decription most departed can recall...
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when i rose from the soil, the sun blackened
heard the wings, from angels above flappin
left mangled from tongue lashin, morbid lyrics
now re-born in this form to war with spirits
never seen, like an oprah porn appearance
ghostly physical frame ina metaphysical plane
from the grips of death's hand we were freed
every man to breathe, since adam and eve
numbers exceeding grains of sand in the sea
hand to hand with demons, blastin the eag
body is skeletal, armor's tungsten carbide
evil erupts like bar fights on dark nights
flesh is shredded, unsightly as shark bites
dig in ya ribcage, six inches of switch blade
get'cha crib sprayed, spit where ya kids play
crackin they shoulder blades, holdin weight
since the cola days haze in the rollin papes
ill be reppin this shit til im old n gray
or til satan be takin my soul away
like stolen safes, thrown into molten lakes
then forced into war with reprimands
torturing poor mollested men, who's destined end's
unwanted survival inside this deathless den
where flesh is cleansed, brainwashing undead
with drugs fed, thru the needles in one's head
bathing in scenes of bloodshed that flood red
i must've done died, amoungst the blood eyed
demon forces riding fire breathing horses
seizing coordinates, breached the fortress
by achieving a leak thru police informants
sacrificial goblets grasp iron gauntlets
thats been drenched in the blood of prophets
taste sweet to the tongue as chocolate
these luitenants of satan..
congregating in attendance to praise him
contemplating with vengance to wage sin
wont repent til days end, the rival army
now assembled, resembled the bible hardly
as they trembled in trenches where rifles barking
these defenses have fled to the final parting
the second death, not of the breath or the flesh
but the spiritual manifestation that's left
once ya frame has been placed ina grave to rest
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Set sails with no destination on the map to travel
think for yourself
For instance when I die I want to be burned not buried in gravel
I plan attacks quite stealthy so I drive the enemy out of the castle
smart bombs work best there never a hassle
Two of these babies and there army is trampled
The property and jewels is why they battle
