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With one less spoken word to utter, comes the gremlin from the gutter
Only weapons a rusty screwdriver and a box-cutter
so the pigs know i'm not the one who shot brothers
when i appeared it became a hot summer
Handing snoozers coffee so they can stop slumber
With two broken hands i chop lumber
I'm liking the last verse J.T.S :hooray:
heres a fast verse just before my girl gets me off this computer..
'J.T.S spits the truth, like a suicide bomber in a new york phone booth,
He hits those lyrics like a new age babe ruth,
Cram in the plan, as I slam the mic just like a battering ram,
Call me the doctor, I watch night hawks like a police spotter
I impede on your turf like a city street squatter
Then i roll over verse's like curse's, for which you wish you'd never seen
In between my obscene routine, eat fine cuisine
The unseen never watch, like scotch, i burn your throat like a bright torch
Peace out, grab crotch, distraught mind thoughts' }:|
I am not neutral, i'm negative, and unstable
Radioactive atom wit eve, my arm sleaves is gun halos
Its time for the bus to be here and pick up the slackers
That's play'in backwards like receivers smack'in line backers
I shake up the normal like a scientific break through
Beat'in base's of targets, its too much acts to clap to
I give suicidal thoughts, i'll have u wish'in for rain
Copper jacket lead clouds burst wit intentions of pain
One on one is insane, can't nobody touch the sun
Don's, kingpins, and hitmen will all get crushed for fun
Whoever told any that this one was for test'in
Passed the cresent,
But the new moon was his last of lessons
Mr.hashish don't fuck around wit the weeds
Speak after me? how you sound nigga please
He has to be recover'in from some rare tragedy cuz
You sniff'in the bars that'll easily tear cassidy up
i may have written some the wackess shit you ever glazed at
thinking what the fuck was he thinking to make him say that
every verse a train wreck of human language
a crack baby maybe with way to much time for wasting
the stuff he says is weaker than tea from reused bags
people come here to think not to read some half assed
bids to come off weird for weird sake
great minds think a like and hes fucking mindless for christ sakes
i hate him ever so much, i wanna punch him in the face
but im better than that, but wait, maybe i aint
i just cant take another rambling non sequitur
peppered with pop culture references like that makes it better
im like bullet tooth tony, whatever you phony
you aint shit like your text, even your name is faulty
murkoutz i have doubts you ever killed
more than likely it was a forty oz used to drown brain cells
holy hell, my mask fell off and now you all can tell
as much as strangers judge me, i judge myself
quitest as kept, i envy yall whove builded a rep
that takes cojones, and my own just havent dropped yet
ill admit to sparks of genius thats like whats in loch ness
some might claim to have witnessed but the rest havent saw shit
i tell you this, not matter what kinda flack i get
my soul come attached to my spits, bits if not all of it
I drop off into a tangent, line of descent
Words blend together and fuse like cement
To a greater extent I cause port traumatic stress
Then i begin to blast through doors like a natural event
I'm like contortion,consider proportion
Niggaz feel distorion, and make em take an abortion
Rhymes freeze up the cords,all across the boards
Swords fly faster than wu-tang chords...peace
Take rivals to war like Jet Lei, my hit squad protects me..
with enough gats to body the North Korean army..
Street specialist for the cash i'm crashing parties..
These pee-wee herman emcee's, ain't Gotti..
So your a black belt in karate, i'm a collecor of shotties..
ready for revolution, watch my troopers start trooping..
no conversation, too late for reparations were shooting..
Leave em dead like presidents, chickens come home roosting..
Boosting their riches, half these rappers are bitches..
feel it when i kill a army with my camafloged ninjas..
Quite outpoken, my words leave you shattered and broken
You put your best rhymes forth but all you got was a token
Of my appreciation,personification of your misinterpretation
My words will confuse people all across the nation of earth
My style is holy like the virgin birth, now sit back and listen
I glisten like a crystal while you all start reminiscing about the value of self
Homies jump back on the shelf while i attack with these stealth verses
No rehearses is how i do it, i will never quit
cos my outspoken shit is always legit
Jumpin' back in, with nice black timbs
It's Him, He who lords over, swingin' sword clovers
Cleavin' cuttin' fag fucks, leavin' nuttin but rags what
I ain't brag tough, I cell box with doors locked
Fully cocked, smashed status swervin' black stratus
Hazardous inmate escaped, 2 raped as of late
Wait, breakin' news update, up state loungin'
Scroungin' soups for loot, bum ass county boots
Now he pouncin' coochie, boozed dude back in his own shoe
Shit Bag for life, wifed to this trife life
Is that you up there Mr. Big? What's good?
let me drop some shit right quick, barry allen flash fast, my girl in the shower and my mind on tappin' dat ass, i'll assume most of youse is amuse by the game that black a mcs eye like rass kass, dude i spaz so often, even when im not talking niggaz swear up down they heard something as i past, mics hardly ever, i get a hold then its like battletoads when i side scroll with big weapons, a legend in my own mind, you be able to write lines like mines in due time, the sun dont chill he just shine like jamal barrow, shoot arrows thru narrow minds, dont practice santeria but still spit that fever sublime
I appease cats who try to fuck with these
Verses reverse tactics, whale scaling Japanese
Hunters, followers who act like they're non-jurors
They refuse to take the oath and fuck their successors
My style is on a level you won’t manage to understand
My grand brand, make most seem out of hand
I command forces who grew up and started to expand
They spread out all over and globe, just as I planned
No mans land is where my rhymes come from
I become the predecessor to the old Scottish scum
My green thumbs stand out, in the Glasgow city drum
Neds smoke soapbar cos they got some problem
Junkies succumb to the horoin that their veins are on
But not me, I went to college and got myself a degree
In the Music Business, it opened my eyes up, you see
Most acts never get the recognition, promoted and observed
Major's reserve their money for shitty bands who never deserve
Any of it, but it brings them in the cash
So they carry on pumping the trash out covered in corporate ash
But homies like wu-tang bash and smash their ass
And spread their intelligence all over the world and bring the us the class
So this rap’s over, and your interest will be gone in a flash
But Hip-Hop lives forever and will never falter or crash
…peace
now dig this.......
quick witted in a yankee fitted
doesnt fit so i am acquitted
your neck is slitted you know who did it
spitting heat on a dirty south beat
gotta retreat to the NY streets
quotes divine
breaking your spine
watch the grind
morph
to
a brilliant shine
smack the sunshine off your cheesey smile
then put you in my son'd files
a dark spiteful creep pulling your pants down
pull your cap down and pout your sorry frown
dismantle scores of bird niggaz and their skank whores
putting me downs a futile chore, i seize bravados galore
i admit it judge indict me
verbal homicides entice me
youre not like me, you spit non sense and falsity
i'll snap and crack on every block in the city
its a pity battalions of toy solders trying to get me
jake from NYC to M.I.A. still trying to wet me
feeble minded goons hawking on the wrong prey
put your timbs in your mouth youve got nathans to say
freestyling here this bitch ask to get her cookies
fat ass already got her share, now wants to stash more in her nookie
do i got SMITHERS on my forehead?
bitch better start dieting on whole wheat bread
yea.....yea.....yea.....
im a one verse wonder
being squeezed by pudgy thighs of thunder
oh lord please free me from the cellulite demon
i escape with a firehose shot of seaman
levetating thru the roof i spark a piffy stoge
landing on the same fat bitch's stove
grabbed an onion and darted shit to her eye
kicked her on the gut MY FOOTS A BROKE! i cried
the end
Fuck this....
Fuck this quick bitch, shoot from the hip
Boot tips to grip, I flip sinkin' ships
Dirty Derry's dispicable dipshits
I heard he's a very ridiculous quick wit
I stick wit, the old flava fuck fashion
Askin' J.C. Penny for J.C.'s pennies
Then he's, spendin' loot oh so many
Plenty dirty, I'm a Shit Bag Alumni
Some guy from high trapeze, fallin'
All in a day's work, burnin' the church
Nuture nasty nature, I hate ya people
Deep'll be the depth, you take ya last breath
Meth smokin', coke dopin', poppin' pills there's no stoppin'
I'm best chosen, choke gropin', hoppin' hills the flow droppin'
Peak floatin' open, soakin' ya mopin' with high alcohol potion
Peace for my peeps, gunshots for the beasts
Sword swinging leaving devils heads in the streets
Don't speak to me if your'e weak
40 oz.Half cherokee, half nigga therapy
Blasting Styles P. in a jeep cherokee
respect mines or you'll see red, and white like stop signs
Glock i cock mine back, ghetto nigga from the trap
Soloist without a pack, my dub sacks phat from Green bay
Stay posing in the b-boy stance, powerful rogan
Two-step killer, swordman vs. the shogun
Hold sun absorb the shine, rays beam out the mind
Mechanical design, this rap matrix is mine
Run up on the hater with nine mili
Outlaw twisting caps in weather chilly
You'll peel ya own cap before you's can kill em
u live in wisconsin??
i use ta live there
CHEA! Green Bay, where we keep the Green at Bay
Unseen at Day-time, WND and J.T. sum Great Minds
so best Believe we Heave Fists, and Leave Dents,
in any motha fucka thinkiking We Hick's
^^^LOL
I keep a pack of cheese, smoke reefer grown at sub-zero freeze,
Guns held at ease, bullets delivered like Favre in his teens,
Run over cars high-speed, chased like defensive schemes,
Cops on my tail, I'm still blowin smoke reefer's fabrence Fabreeze,
Fabio battled me told him the B'z, hit 'em with the wizdom unique,
Prism in my palm contain the disease, unleashin freaks off the leash,
Pipe hoes might flow, the day I die still spit forever deceased,
Ceased to exist, never my spits, come off the dome for a grip,
Slit ya' throat, slit' ya chick's, leave the knife in ya bitchs fingertips,
Then I dip and parlay, smoke a fat blunt with no clip,
Sprinkle a 20 on the green, get bug-eyed then kill a whole clique,
Dispense all the pain out the fifth, then empty a bottle of 'cris,
Roll another eL for the kids, pass it down like Indian myths,
Exhaling clouds to the limit of lift, then passing the universe that is,
Or the universe that isn't, depression was dentention in school,
Releasing was smoking an 8th of kript to the head till I drooled,
Knowledge is overrated everyone statin facts studied from books,
Never knowing that that same knowledge has been stolen from crooks
A'yo lets battle
I light rappers up like a candle
I dangle ya ass from an obscure angle
Now bow fool, while you get surprised by my new wave
Mental state, you better work hard while you stay up late
So watch me blow these rappers straight off of the main stage
From which they stand on, Pass the mic then i rhyme strong
I bring along the weird shit like i'm in hong kong
I look more beastly than king kong in a tight thong
But i never take this motherfucking skill for granted
I tear mic's up while ya'll slackers get disbanded
Your way off land, got lost and most stranded
You try to work me out til your mind thoughts get expanded
ya'll felt astounded, more than before
My uniqeness is the thing that you adore
It penetrates the ground straight to the earth's core
while ya'll get prepared for another years winter war
J.t.s. is the name, the type to inflict pain by beating emcee's with canes
Born insane, spit flames, at all lames, closed casket
I get drastic, pull out the plastic, and wet faggots
The toe tagging, body dragging, dragon
I'm the F.b.i.'s most wanted, fuck Bin laden
the lead tongue gives opposition a fate they can't imagine
Mag in the drivers seat, through ya head bullets skeet
My lyrics bullet beats, faster than that drug speed
A bugged breed, creed demon, bitches swallow my semen
After we tag teaming, they'll need face cleaning from the creaming
Useless abuses, confused toothless
Bitch whip fags, click is Shit Bag
Fo' life, trife type butta knife sliced
Wifes, wived to ruined lives, fluent lies
Flies flyin' decomposed, trash exposed
Same bummy clothes, holes an' scuffs
Never givin' a fuck, touch scruffed
Tough love hurts, but fuck it works
Bloody ya shirt, dirty ya worth
Curse like a sailor, goin' over the rail or...
Jailor when I cop bail or, hail storm sleetin'
Hard to keep warm, with this cold beatin'
Sheetin' glacial flows, freezin' all who oppose
Dead in ya tracks...fuck, with Mack truck
Blazin' a path up, ya ass faster than Flash, what?
A'yo check it...
Get up on deck,
Here comes the infamous fermex
I perplex niggaz with my complex lyrical threats
I bust ma glass specs
when i'm having raw sex...with ya mom
I bomb her ass like i was in Vietnam
Camo painted don, I creep up on ya set
These rhymes look shifty like a murder suspect
My illogical mind sets the mass distractions
The Hip-Hop faction just laughs at my shit
I submit my thesis on my close nit wit
But i gotta prove nothing cause all of it's legit
Rappers freeeeeze up when i get lit
Up...and down, i be the renown
Take a blast of the bong, then i pass it all around
Never smoke caramel brown, son, that aint down
I laugh at fake MC's cos they're just clowns
First degree rated, I tease and make you say please
My rhymes are so cold they put ya'll in a deep freeze
You cant understand my words like i was chinese
Raps over now boy so get out before i reprise :satisfy:
Check, check,
obselete orhange fleet rolling 20 deep
Cowabunga head hunters gone wild in the streets
Swine eaters weep the pigs demise
, were vigilante spies
Tribes of the lost that floss,
and do driveby's on C.i.a. guys
Infinite supply of ammo
elephant gun on my side
as i ride through deserts on backs of camels
Camaflouged flannels, and fatigues
Crabs versus the bee's,
my God speeds intrique
Horns beep as we stick drivers in traffic
Robberies rapid, lynch fanatic,
cattlerope in my jacket
step tracking trackers get blown by dome clappers
Map ya teams lab,
surrounding pads, unleash the wild jags
Daggers stab bodies of gun totting hotties that know karate
Cocky cocksuckers get strangled slurping supper
Bloodsport funder, wet cha' terrain
then flee in a red flame hummer
ghetto gunner, state of mind thunders
If hip hop is dead i'll resserect her by next summer
clog ya pipes, crack ya lights,
the uncanny plumber
Catch a body dumper, undisputed thumper
Asian lady humper, 8 diagram lp bumper
The sire, stickup kids admire
Clones wired set em on fire
My shorty hates Pliers
Admire the tire jacker,
aka a rim stealer
Vaginal mc killer, blood on blood war spiller
dope track killer, burn ya head thriller
The realest hitman ripping
catching more bodies than bloods,
and crips cripping
Bitch ass rappers bitching
Can't carry on tradition
Spitting styles that split men
In half, artilery rebel psychopath
snatching dames from Dash
Pain in the ass assasin throwing foes
through glass
Snatch a dealers stash, hash, crack, and grass
Gasp the last breath of a vet murked by the dragnet
Weak spot kids found with snapped knecks
Next episodes of wu manual readers holding tec's
No more stress just holy effects
from the targets God blessed
decepticons i break their arms,
the armored pest
From ma warped mind -
Im the chief exonerator, For whom all of you accuse
I expess mad views which ya'll aint got clues
As to who...what...where or when
My rhymes hail from, storming straight from my pen
Rappers get battered cos they're adynamic
But my panoramic performance left them broke like ceramic
Plates that crashed and made bitches start a panic
I Burn them over like i was volcanic
But they come back for more, cos they think they're smart
And so they end up getting their shirt ripped apart
By my fermex heart, I battle MC's, then i slap their wicked smile
Right Off their face, cos they aint got no grace
In my presence, I embrace, all known forms of race
I got the patience of ghandi
Lyrical flexing is my modus operandi
My style is wild and i think ya'll agree
Tearing mics up, I be the beguiled emcee
Niggaz advocating my style which branches out like trees
Freestyle's over kid go and listen to your Jermaine Dupri CD :mmmyah:
Oh and i liked yer last verse J.T.S...keeping it hot like usual :hooray:
What u talk'in bout ain't nothing wrong wit me
I'm like a fresh diamond still hot an flawless
And all of my song's grity, like a dull blade you saw this
In a cold age i'm lawless, step to any nigga and throw shade
In places where light don't come, this phyco hums
the illest tune that filled yo nigga's tomb, sun cycle
Rise in the east when most the beef is born
On the set, by the west u know the weak is gone
Goons sleep but when the moon peaks its on
Bruce Lee and Kareem type classic brawls
Pistol Handles swing'in and jaws crack'in
After the bullets is spent they dash and fall
Bloody from naps to timbs and we all laugh'in
The eyes stuck open like plastic dolls, faces gashed and raw
This what you call clapp'in
Yeah you heard of that
Fuck think'in we put on the murder caps, teflon packs and work the gats
Hitman company let u know where the service at
Blow'in niggas out the rankin's wit old school spank'ins
This a young bruce bowen, i told you fakers
to fuck'in fluctuate yo crack flows, assholes
Yaw fucked now, i make crews roll for fool's gold now duck down
Call it a day, before u fuck up and fall away bleed'in
Cuz santa's packin Mac Tens this Holiday Season
Why panic, the witness gave my description as gigantic
But for the world's safety, any mission for me is titanic
Ya'll felt hostility, by my nobel ability
I swing swords with quick ninja agility
My verse has begun, incase ya'll didnt see
I rhyme smarter than a mensa member, times 3
Throw lyrics at ya, like a rock, dust chalk
Lines around ya body, So shut up and don't talk
When i speak, ya'll freak back to last week
My unique technique confuses ya'll like ancient greek
Everytime i rap it creates an explosion in my head
Ya'll dread to write props in this wicked thread
Never tread into my zone, homegrown ganja helps mics get blown
By my words that are universally widespread but unknown
To the masses, My insights spread over the land like ashes
While your shit verse crashes and splashes
I'm blind to your threats and not because i wear glasses
Unaware of where my destination is destined to be
The world plaqued with hate, hostility, and government made disease
Where can i seek shelter? the hoods helter skelter
My operations locked down 6 feet under
Po-po hindered my plans, then felt the stainless steel wrath
Targeted moving flash, got the whole squad on smash
On , and on math i add, then grab the calculator
Regarded as a regulator annihilator
Street orientator, the fake emcee hater
Players i injure in the paint, block em they fall, and faint
My mind they'll never taint, or clone
Born alone, die alone, never bow before a man on a throne
Gladiator with the chariot of fire rocking microphones
Beefs outbreak, so i stay armed while out late
Scientists cloning the man, while niggas watch making the band
hit gangs right where they stand, the planet full of scams
and schemes, do i what i gotta by any means, releasing
currents of steam
Study the cruddy, buddy hanger
Smash a mc with a guitar
Saw limbs as we spar
Leave ya'll in awe
Awesome godson second to Nas
Cross streets to defeat weak peeps
Feast on you pepridge farm sheep
Army deep you test we cheat
Hit em with shots cheap
put em to sleep, feeling relief from a leaf
Keep the lines brief, the hip-hop geek
With 4 eyes i see suckers who seek domination
Feel abominations from abnormal flows in the making
Shaking buildings, and labs
Too live for crabs, that need hip-hop rehab
The unforgettable wounds seen on frames we stabbed
You Can Call Me Adam Sandler The Black Foot... Stomp A Hole Iced Out Azz That Jack Frost Took... It Aint No Such Thing As Half Azz Crooks, You Scared To Def, You Scared To Look..you Hoe Azz Niggazz Walk Around Wit Pocketbook. Mas-scarea...hole Punch You Bitches Run Down Your Block...subway...yall Niggaz Transit... I Got Old Skool Transfers For You Mobile Azz Chumps... Like My Man Meth Say " I Came To Bring The Pain Hardcore From Brain" Yeah !!! Yeah !!!! Ha! Ha
The reign of the insane will soon begin
because it's quite plain, only I win
the battle lines are discreetly drawn
so the images produced leave you on the lawn
Mic Controller, Mystery Coder,
Mainly Cocky, Moody Cobra
I fear not your name nor the game
only if you can write beyond the same
the ladder and stairs now are theirs
step up abstractly to start to compare
aye yo,
i leave minds damaged like lungs from newports..
Black widow fucker, busting nuts in the fort..
Shots clear the courts, from the d.a. to the judge..
Prison insurgent, bomb the c.o.'s, watch em blow up..
Dickheads get your dough up, rhyme styles jigga ugly..
Fire on ya'll fuzzy headed hoes, and puppies..
Rather be hated than loved, only God can judge me..
Which means i judge myself, crack heads for sells..
Invade jails, twist el's, then spits propell..
Kick spells, sick tales, living larger than whales..
Kids yell once nailed, know pigs on my trail..
Living well in this hell, i refuse to fail..
Excuse me ya'll
It's the track tyrant bringing the iron-saga irony..
Manes thick, rollin' with my African fleet..
Rhymes dirty, and more rugged than bum feet..
Get a-round like slum freaks..
Something sleek, revolver week..
Mack-11 marriage, nine double m men..
Obselete emblem, i killed rin tin tin..
period blood colored tims..
Get off my dick friends..
play sims..catching bodies a trend..
Write til' the inks out the pen passion..
Gun stashing static addict..
Semi-auto god flows automatic..
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Welcome to the slaughter~house//
I'm tha lunatic that gotcha daughter's~spouse//
In tha backseat, next to my battle~axe//
With a video phone, so the world can see me rattle~jacks//
Brains, & leave his frame in the game room of chuck~e~cheese//
I aint sellin out like G-Unit Buck~CD's, fuck~the~fees//
So if anybody say i aint tha G~O~A~T//
Tell em it'll be tha last time they see~they~baby//
These cats talking sleezy on n on bout how they guns'll pop...
But when it come to drama, they M.I.A. like "SiCkArOcKs"..
word to God.. ya'll actin' hard talkin' bout knives and nines and live rounds..
Knowin that when the time come? You'll be hidin inside like Amy Winehouse..
I'ma make you come out, with a pipe bomb on the window ledge..
Once you come out? I'm hittin you once -- layin u out -- like Kevin Everett..
And it won't ever end.. you roaches party until I pull out the RAID..
With one fuckin spray - fuck up your day - plaque your party like AIDs,
I say my shit to ya face, fuck hiding where I can never be found..
I'm on the block with a blowhorn yellin for every one to come out..
Come gather round the block hoodlum who achieved the demon status,
Eloheem battler, walking through the light with shady tactics,
Robbing mothers with children in the backseat and the front,
When I jumped in.. no friendly shit.. gimme the money bitches and run..
Now bodies is droppin and shit gettin' hotter, gotta relinguish my hold..
On the streets that I roam.. time to let the little ones experience and grow..
aiyo aiyo aiyo
im bout dat shit nigga get dimes and the piano tye selection
88 keys you kno the hard erection type selection
never mentioned the tension between me and home boy
sittin on the block slangin dope blattin chrome toys
phone noise i got it spot it nigga i get u red dotted
shotted hair notted shaved it off copped a black on black fit
i got the black on black fifth wit the black on black on black whip
plus in the trunk keep banna clips ratchets and m16's ready for war
ready for barrels and fours kickin down doors
and wave it in ya core clear da fukin store
wit my pump action i bumpy action
got pussy niggas in the trunk drunk laughin
got ttvs in there cartoon it up
keep the beige in the truck white on myself
unbreakable glocks save the wealth wit stealth
i shelf ya products my narcotics is mo trippy
i mmo clipp y and mo flippy
I'm militant inventing untouchable inventions
Horrible hype henchman that pen glistens
Driven by a fury to murder furiouis rhythms
Break backs then lean, the crippling fiend
Bring ya regime i bring more pain than scorpion stings
Swinging swords of justice, know cops wanna buck us
That shit's been going on, over my chest a kevlarr vest i'm throwing on
Only the good die young strung out
Make it a fun bout, boxing rounds with no gun out
Sun out so run for the shade i move and i blaze
My block knows i'm nice like they know the government made A.i.d.s.
Either hated, or praised, i spit ether, and slay the fugaze
Under the fitted braids, Many amazed by the fatal lines displayed
Toke more chronic than Dr. dre, late for work gotta go before they dock my pay
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A gifted, lifted, lyricist i lounge lo by the bricks
When i need a violent fix i'll crucify a clique quick
Slick with street slang, and firing weaponry bang
Come up off that large change while i'm in range
the games documentary writer, pass the fire
So i can snack on these half ass rapping sires
Thev'e been required to quit, but they won't submit
so what's lit ? it's my brain lit with untouchable wit