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rhymin up foul shit got this bitch in check.../
Runnin guns and drugs from here to naknek.../
Bigger than alaska never messed with in texas.../
Rhymes so dope, should be sticky like a pearl necklace.../
So fuckin baked when i shit it earthquake's.../
Flattening motherfuckaz to the size of pancake's.../
Level all mothafuckaz, gettin stomped like centipede's.../
9000 degree's, incinarate competition, they aint shit but enemies.../
Get friendly with your girl and fuck the shit outta the ho.../
Fuck i gotta go
pirhttp://img.photobucket.com/albums/v6...eadbang5rw.gifnigga!!! 111
no were to run like gravediggaz..shame niggaz fame bigger then flames spitted..Quote:
Originally Posted by Sicka Than Aidz
split ya crane wit this written..frame shiftin spirit lifted from levatated bar clippage..
hard grippin rails cuz u drippin sweat kickin threats trippin..wuVET rippin beatz..
whos set given teeth? missin police..I release this ghost townz info..boast now..get blown..
get thrown ina pit.. hit wit ya own brimstone..spit 6 poems watch ya switch intah fish bones..!!
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Blink and Get Thrown from This Sick Intro
don't act Big Yo, cuz for ya Own Info ya Little
my Mic Gets Low, it's Design is ta Cripple Tricks So..
This is Simple, Swing Swords Bring Gore
sting hords I bring swordz upon forcefully offin ya neck ina morbid check..Quote:
Originally Posted by White N Dangerous
Lord of Death..get tossed in decks..porch collaspe..corpse iz trapped..
man............ Im bored n left perplexed how vexed rappaz get cash n lex..
bash ya neckz..mash cassettez n cds..fullah breath..no speech..no streetz..
u niggaz slow to teach..low to reach..Im onautha level..roast wit heat..flow wit ease..
MAD MULLIEZ..as I spat gullys..kidnap skulliez..rock em spit WU-doctrine..
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blow you away, like a catalyst in atomic fission,
mc's stray, from the originators prophetic vison,
position rookies to listen, with a cerebral incision,
on a mission, to educate against lyrical derision.//
impregnate your fate with the late and great,
master ceremonial trait, a battle was once a debate,
until mainstream society, got a taste of lyrical ferocity,
take back the 93 mentality, rooted in eastern philosophy,
at one point this happened to be, the staple of wu originality.
semi biographical, nuatical navagators spark a sabatical,
a quest in wisdom thought impratical, unacceptable,
forced to find a occupation, necessitating hyper inflation,
of frustration, mental menstration causes demontation.//
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demonstratin ya bitch side, verbal menstruation
leavin pussies spittin blood, all them who hatin
erasin ya parents mistake n never makin a mess of it
jigsaw you up, body parts get found seperate
one piece of a puzzle, blood leak through a funnel
bitchshutdafuckup stop tryna speak through da muzzle
I be Predator part 3 watch me creep through da jungle
never layin down for death, souls I reap thru da struggle
so what the batty bloodclaat, ya body, must drop
my shotty, bust shots, ya posse, runs out
i took the mask off and ran off wit ya hottie, I must pop
these bitches, I trust not, I got screwed befo
now I just screw ya hoe and leave out through the do
try to fuck wit this crew, you know I'll put you below
the ground so you can go to sleep foreva and eva
take dirt nap cuz yo bird ass cant never get on my level
where my nigga skale at?
You can't scratch the hardest individual
Spiritual ritual thats original, and non polititcal
Turpitude doasage is high even though it goes unseen
Bullets shot from the sky, planes flee the murder scene
Keep my record clean, with the ajax raps, plus clorox
Utilizing the beam, bless many cats, clutchin the cross
Left many bodies decaying on the ohio river
We battled on boats, in the spotlight i deliver
right here, laid back, straight slap a dyke queer
call him bitch to his face and piss in his light beer
bitches ripped me off, but cant take me off
cuz i know i got they bitch yellin BREAK ME OFF
skatin off wit ya ice, ya cash plus ya bitch purse
saw her at the swimmin pool and dove in dick first
i rip first and come later, snatch ya tongue razor
shit where you fuckin haters eat, get toilet paper
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Originally Posted by Skale
rounding the edges smooth like a bevel,
I dig deep but the devil bares the shovel,
have your ass in trouble moving on the double,
I pop bubbles as these beasts get muzzled,
stay lost in a puzzle jigsaws missed in the hustle,
timepiece gets muscled strategic chess plays,
leave enemies disengaged mentals rearranged,
spent 10 G's on the range cherry and beige,
riding around with out a license who's to blame?,
My crew decorbonate your oxygen leavin toxins
Layin niggas in boxes, the only lyrical locksmith
Control the ingnition, cuz i hold the box of matches
Rappers causing havoc get laid back in patches
Of needles, their whole infastructe is made debile
For testin the death wish granter, fates get sealed
toilet paper, and make them know they hata's
spit oil and flame worth any coin or acre
annoyed with pasters, gettin destroyed and slain first
nobody can enjoy my reign nerd, i take turns
puttin ya fakes in a great urn, waste herb's
make sure you aint on my locator, or be removed from da equator
Faces get peeled of slowly with dull tweezers
Raps get revealed, i'll conquer yo shit like ceaser
Feedback is unrequired, sendin mc's into retirement
Got the mic up my sleave, ready to cleave, any environment
expired quick, so my whole supply is sick, surpise ya IT
survived my spits? naw won't live past sunrise ya faggot
son's die any way with, these rules of engagement
enslave pricks that think they can't get placed in they grave shit
i amaze the spits, a way with it, that can't be explained for shit
My lyrics don't tick or tock, cuz they don't have time limits
Stick up bitches with glocks, leavin whole towns timid
To come near it, fear'in me like i'm some kinda phobia
Got each county locked down from cinci to columbia
Niggas face me, just so they can see, how many calories
They lose in one confrontation measuerd by money salary
mad im mean, ya just a tragedy, make ya family gashes deep
paint they face on a clean tapestry, so u won't relax fa weeks
collapse ya speech, compact da weak, gun blasts is beat
with my one smack that treats, any uncurable nas-ty disease
My fam creeps and kills niggas in they sleep
Pack the soundless glocks, that still pack heat
King of cinci speaking, about breaching lyric lines
Expose the lies with truth, teaching hills of crimes
Guns get blasted, back into another century
Bullets caught hitler, wita fatal head injury
Like J.F. kennedy, keep many of enemies
But they won't step, cuz they know the'll get plenty
Of slashes from a biblical sword of a pastor
Leavin mc's in body casts, breakin bones of devil's bastards
and i'm out, peace
The one man platoon, poppin advisory balloons, with porn cartoon...needles
The jingle man hadn't planned for this, lyrical genius, with an abnormal penis
Belive us, when we set it, shit don't move, rappers get froze, reconize i'm bad news
Got niggas families singing blues, at they funeral, niggas sunnin like a general
Bitches get laced with stitches, and it figures, catchin bullets in they back tryin to hold up they bridges, simple verses like this only take bout 4 minuets, to all you fake niggas in the buisness, i'm make'in visits, what is it?
When I be on the mic i'm as shocking as lightening,
it gets so outta control, it's frightening,
like when I bust a nutt in hoes they be drowning,
so pleased wit' that shit they come out frowning,
yeah i'm on some real nasty shit,
bitches be on some canibus, taken' hits,
then after gettin' a 2nd round knockout wit' the dick,
niggaz be jealous of a pimp,
knowing their bitches come home after bein' wit' me with a limp,
it ain't my fault y'all bitches want a real man,
I already murdered you niggaz lyrically, your bitches were your last stand,
I'm done clowning with you fools, there's no compitition,
i'm ready to battle y'all but nobody wants to start the ignition,
when I get started, i'm like a man on a mission,
y'all better think twice before makin your descision,
it's like a delicate heart incision,
one mistake and your fucked,
it's all over and you done ran out of luck,
y'all bout to die now niggaz so hold ya breath,
y'all just been buried alive and condemned to death....
me n lil homie are the fresh fermented,in the flesh,never second guess when we makin them bets kid, collab on the set,step beef i'll get met, wit the blades of fury, bloody, murky,for surely,u go back in the dirt cycle of the earth,discourged
by the begginig of the end since birth,sanity kept by millions goin to church,the worst is people think im written when im posten a verse.....
no cuz theres no Cure Kid, look in da Mirror Quick!Quote:
Originally Posted by Palehorse
you see Your Image? inside it's Furious
but on da out it's Pure Spits, masked soul like a Eclipse
i'm mad yo but i stay Consistent, Conflictions..
this Deliquent that stays ta his Commitment
im in ya head like u use shampoo n Condition
Eqyptian's coun't Limit my Linquistic's
Magician's coun't make my Prediction's
Prescribtion's Prohibit Sicc Spits..
Wu-tang Clan coming and rhyming quick, the bees be at u when u need a fix,
need to BEATdown go to the rza, genius plans comes thought out by the gza,
wil out shoalin style from the bastard, watch the attack put up ur guard,
killa blows strike from the masta, coming so quick think it was a natural disasta,
unseen flashes of the face of the ghost, priest afraid of the killah when u diagnosed,
with cancer that can't be saved by U, GOD, not even with that benjamins in two wads,
cooking up coke from chef raekwon, dodging caps comin from the don,
inspecting ya from the limb to neck, lying, dying, on the deck,
Mo, Endo, Toked, then He's, Eva, Doped, then he choked,
slit to the throat, tossed off the boat, murda she wrote
yesh yesh y'all, lil homie's back,
keepin' it real, smokin' weed, not touching crack,
raising the level of the game,
never changing, always the same,
not trying to be anything I ain't,
and so far I ain't heard a complaint,
spittin' rhymes, i'm invincible,
gettin' to the point is my principle,
dicing y'all up like vegatables,
your demise becomes enevitable,
lyrically tearing your mind to pieces with my telekinesis,
leaving you and your crew speechless,
my merciless reputation increases,
your so overwhelmed by it all your heart ceases,
then your taken to the hospital and administered an anaesthetic,
if you make it through the operation you'll live to regret it,
i'll be outside waitin', to teach you, your second lesson,
fuckin' wit' me results in you bein' on the end of my smif 'n' wessun,
you won't be back comin' back though cause my gats as powerful as uranium,
and I don't miss all shots be goin' to your cranium,
there will be no evidence, i'll have your body chopped to pieces,
then you'll meet your maker, the lord jesus.....
I'm vulgar, stickin' a rusty blade in your neck/
here comes the vultures, there's no chance evading your death/
'cause I'm an ogre, I'm like Shrek blazin' a teck/
a hundred soldiers up in ya crib invading ya set/
a Trench Town Terrorist with a grenade in my palm/
bent out in terraces, in a staircase wit da chron/
known to rob a mothafucka bare-face when it's on/
I'm gangsta, while y'all suckas perpetrate on a song/
I got 50 killas on call, guerillas involved/
ready for war, I got fiends to kill you for the pettiest score/
big bags of weed, oz's, qp's, indeed/
I'm that mothafucka that you need to see for trees/
supplying ya block, I got custies that be buying alot/
try to take from me, BLOWWWWW, I'm flying a shot/
right to ya head, yo you got the right to be dead/
invite me to ya crib, wrong move, Da Don'll screw ya wife in ya bed!
i flip a free literally grams puff up in dust and rittle wit ease//
give a beating disease to ruff up chumps and brittle they ness//
from corks made from middle of trees i paint my mark on thugs//
break at start rip it apart like narks are to drugs//
stomp wit lugs crip ya ass like bloods//
i aint give a fuck i roll in deep like sea//
as in cash the more money u got the more u get the meaning of free//
fuck life smoke my self to death from weed inhail till i cant breath//
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Originally Posted by SpOk3N
Hispanic Demon...mixed with a cannibal white killer from Dade
Grippin the blades...P.I.R homies smokin phonies wit sicka than aidz
Our snippets get played...shittin on half the rest of the world
And we keep "fuckin' you pussies"...Like havin' sex with your girl
The best? Killin n served...Villainous verbs connectin words to lines
Re-word your rhyme...nerds in the line keep on observin' mine
We "burnin time"...like we were "Turnin back hands on clocks"
And clashin with "heavy metal"...like we had "your clan on a glock"
peace homie
threw the cross hairs is the only time your fams on my glock
droppin knowledge like the Enterpise beamin down Spock
i get ill alot, put pills in knots and run threw spots
my games growin like the cash crop while yours folds under pressure like lap tops
i get mad props when im cookin up in the lab
so many rhymes i gotta write on helicopter pads
cant stand an mc rhymin like a fad
ive been doin this .... a true vet
leave crews wet caged in threats like zoo pets
although you may not understand the words that im speakin
look deep enough into my eyes and see the hatred thats leakin'
pale skinned and sick of bein seen as a demon
even im dreamin for revolution and cultural freedom
not skeemin im seekin for a higher sense of our being
exposing the lies American media put in for a reason
they want me followin' im not supposed to be leadin'
if they oppose that, fuck 'em let 'em bleed we dont need 'em
critical 'gainst my own government, that's why im Treazon
the world should understand my words, i shouldn't need to speak 'em
peace
Large hole left in egos of mc's who have found out
How walnut hills niggas rain hard during lyrical droughts
The last one who steped got ruffed up while on stage
Emabarrased him with latent rage, to the point, he couldn't turn the page
Played out elan's, with prerehersed plots and plans
Still couldn't withstand, the clear noise of pots and pans
That rang throught the building, numing fans feelings
Couldnt feel the electical waves, so they couldn't cool the ceelings
And don't no nigga no what i'm really saying
Just realize i'm slaying, any foe who starts playing
A weak tune practiced over and over, seemingly while not sober
Word schemes baits and loops were off the hook, courage quickly folded
And cinci rappers no this, but still they try to challenge
A person who doens't even know his own talent, but stay balanced
Verses of the same age and same weight level the see-saw
Together looking for verbal street brawls, utilizing deadly claws
And thats all it takes, to spilt a whole tape
One beat break, and one cheap stake
That will never faint, leave niggas faces covered in paint
To mask there ugly debates, of of already decided fates
Never fake a move, never become fast food
Hard to take-out, use the many tools
Invested in me by my mother, and brother but not father
Don't bother to holla, with a throat full of dollars
fuck livin life in squalor wit a mind full of hell
im rollin up to holla wit a fist full of shells
never cared bout my life so fuck yours, get high and fuck whores
shootout on the rooftop, drop your body ten floors
fuck em all, clowns, keep jokin ill leave ya chest smokin
buck em all, down, keep plottin ill bust ya head open
reconstructive surgery on yo ugly face wit a razor
red in your eye, but you aint smokin, its a laser
snap crackle pop you rice bitches, leave you crispy
poppin nice bitches i snatched from fiends who dissed me
poppin e pills for speed chills, still got braincells but weed kills
drink rum and rob a weak ass bitch cuz i need bills
lead rain come thick like plaster, splash ya, body cast ya
find it hard to breathe til the shotty blast ya
ventilate your lungs, then i confiscate ya funds
bitchslap ya pops while i descrate ya moms
Treasure this guys....
ayo,
y'all niggas is so lucky to be peepin my rhymes---
up on ya internet website, it's deep in my mind---
cuz all i spit is quotes, niggas bite my lines because the kid is dope---
& you wouldn't be the first flounder in my fishin boat---
POP, my flow come vicious and hot---
i come from the wickedest block, but i'm sick of this talk---
pass the mic, imma grip it and rock---
then hop off stage & get props, you only gettin kicked out the spot---
niggas be hatin, frontin on a brotha with the iller flow---
actin like a fuckin killer only gets you killed, yakno---
im pro wit it, i keep the bullets tucked up in the heat---
you got a problem wit ya mouth i pull it out like wisdom teeth---
but im out for peace, i gotta watch my back baby---
see i'd rather share a 5th or burn a rasta sack, gravy---
but niggas act brave and make ya brethren stray his mission---
which is to teach you idiots a better way of livin---
lucky style niggas....store that shit...bwahaha
people of the world we gotta do somethin about this
heresy and lies spreading the hate we gotta fight this
dont listen to those with power cuz they might just
give you the wrong path so they can keepin livin righteous
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fuck i gtg, ill finish jewel-crafting later
peace
yo kid my rhymes b ridiculous
savin the game from souring like fuckin pickle lids
concept over-powering the sickness
with words so strong and rhyme rhemodies ticklin...
mc's head like lice
they say talk is cheap so i appraised the price
and figured out the d.n.a of a mic
spliced it twice and cloned a mutha fuckin vice
cause nigga im tight
like a virgin before prom night
plus i bomb right ....
catch me sniffin agaent orange
watchin piss drinkin and shit stinkin porn
all up in my homies college dorm
wit a couple freak bitches on all fours
gottem open like the greasy kids skin pours
concept wins wars
never takes a fuckin loss
that nigga tony danza even calls me the boss
concept puffin that money green moss
honey bee pick the rose peddles apart and spits darts
on point like rza's production
blowin up the spot like spontaineous human combustion
fat consumption lap dance pumpin
hollow heads like pumpkins
with face carvings
harvest the hardest hardening
two mc's sparring
the referee's barganing
shuffle cards and harbouring
the ace of spades
hidden under the chair and my leg
pull out only when safe
cell mate alcetraz escape
most mc's very ape
a lost generation
neandrathol rappers mostly take the bait n
choke on the lure thrown up from satan
not knowin they lives are taken
not authentic yall fakin ...
watch concept spray truth
and bark at all moons like a fuckin werewolf
cause most yall scared to
most yall scared to handle ya fuckin business
pack snubs, black gloves to handle a fuckin witness
shrap loves to bring it to yall fuckin snitches
burned bodies wit no teeth found slumped in ditches
N.E.L, and bitch believe I really tried to help em out
shoulda known aint no real dude that cant help himself
lost every penny, got nothin but trouble wit the law
cant wait to catch ya slippin put tha muzzle to ya jaw
BAP BAP BITCH goodnight ho sleep tight you phony fraud
Satan's lil bitches love to claim they roll wit God
take off that fuckin cross befo that White Lightning strike ya
vampire ass mothafucka, I wont think twice, I'll spike ya
stake ya, break you up like I just copped ya
drag you up 5 stories to the roof and just drop ya
ya fucked around, i stabbed ya, but bitch i shoulda shot ya
shoulda chopped ya fuckin body up and stuffed ya in a locker
Ill^^^^^