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brain on meds tamed torment torn to represent these dense districts egg beating business basics burned the bisquick aiming and firing biscuits homocide head hunting taxidermist preyed placed on mantles service the downfall sternums ruptured uprooted like turnips burn this matrix manuever murder station agents look up at the girdered nations...
look up at tha girdered nations.......i saw tha man who murderd patients snuk in th a peramidic van before he closed tha back door hack saws in my palm crushing ventillation tubes victims cunvulse and flip off tha matress tha axe missed his cactus brains fractured from tha fake rapture prophasised by that soloist snuffed him with my molar fist sliped fru tha exhaust like liquid physics..........
Yo
Cappah.....Illa den that shit you say fuck/
Ya'll seem ta be lost in ya fuckin rhymes "STUCK"/
Simply put...I just wanna see sum real ass rhymes../
Not just little fuckin pieces from time ta time/
Der aint no place for losers when
killa beez is on da attack/
So get ya fuckin ass outta...
the game if ya cant react/
My rhymes flow like poison
through my entire fuckin system/
Suckas drop rhymes and I be fuckin missin em/
Dont get it twisted......cuz im illa den dat shit/
Next chump up ta the mic lets see ya spit.
PEACE
P.S. Black Furyan I really dig ur style mad respect man. And you to Sicka, I mean fuckin method man style its great.
And Johnny tical what the fuck was that no offense
TWIST CENTURIANS WITH FIST OF FURYANS AND KISS THA NUBIANS WID LIPS OF LUBRICANTS
SPARK DARK HEARTS DISCARD SMART LARKS IN STARK CAR PARKS SNORTIN MORE SNOUTS THAN ARDVARKS.....FUCK THA FLOW IM DISGUSTED THO I COMBUST THA THRUSH FROM ILLUSTRIHOES......<LOL<
I MADE THAT ONE UP LIKE THA FAKEST GUN BUCK FOR THE FAME THEY DUMSTRUCK CLAIMIN THAY GET MORE PUSSY THEN NUMB NUTS
IGNORE THIS PLS
And Johnny tical what the fuck was that no offense
THAT WUZ MY STYLE..! ALSO TALKING @ FIRST BOUT MY DAY.. THEN HOW I WENT 2 GO PLAY BALL.. // AFTER A MILF I SEEN INSPIRED ME 2 WRITE BOUT HER... // MY IMMEDIATE THOUGHTS WHEN I HAD SEEN HER.. // THEN IN THE END WHEN I GET 2 GREAT STORY TOLD.. THAT LEADS U 2 BELIEVE.. I HAD JUST MADE IT UP.. !! // AFTER DAT I DESCRIBED.. HOW.. IF U PUT UR MIND 2 IT.. U CAN TALK BOUT N E THING.. WHETHER WRITING OR FROM DA TOP ... JUST TRYIN 2 TELL U.. DAT U CAN TALK BOUT N E THING U WANT .!!>. {FREESTYLE} RIGHT.. LIKE U TRY SUMTHING OUT OF UR PREDICTABLE STYLE.. AND EXPERIMENT.. .. .. //// WAY @ DA END.. I TRIED 2 TELL U .. I WUZ TIRED .. AND HEADING OFF 2 BED.. JUST SAID IT N A WAY I HAD NEVER SAID B 4 .. IF U STILL DONT GET ME.. OR STYLE.. I GUESS I POSSESS ; BE SURE 2 CHECK OUT.. OTHER FREESTYLES I HAVE POSTED ON THE LAST COUPLE OF PAGES.. IN THIS THREAD.... OR.. CHECK OUT MY NEWEST SHIT.. SO FAR.... CALLED " LETTER FROM WEST COAST" ON TEMPLE OF DARTS.. // THAT RIGHT THERE IS MY GENUINE STYLE..// NO OFFENSE @ ALL // ALL GOOD...
PEACE .!!!
AYO SPIT DUMMY LUNGIES, GIT BLOODY MONEY
LEAVE YALL IN ICU LOOKIN HUNGRY HUNGRY
LIKE THE HIPPOS, FATTER THAN YOUR LIP GO
MY FISTS SHO 2 FUCK YA FACE LIKE A NYMPHO
FUCK YA FACE, DONT WANNA SEE IT AGIN
YOULL GET YASELF WET LIKE PEE IN DA WIND
COMIN ROUND ME BITCH ITS NO QUESTION
44 SESSION, SPLIT YA HEAD IN 4 SECTIONZ
TEACHIN EM FOES LESSONS, CLASSES FIRST GRADE
KILL A HERB DAY, KILL YA ASS THE WORST WAY
TRYNA CRYNA MY SHOULDER, KIDS ALL BABIES
HAVE YA CHICK EAT MY KIDS LIKE THE BITCH GOT RABIES
SHIT GOT CRAZY, BUT I *BEEN* SEVEN THIRTY
CATCH SLUGS 2 DA NUTS "ohh my kicks gittin dirty!"
YALL FAG LIKE THAT, STRAIGHT WACK TYPE RAP
LIL METAL BALLS PUT U IN A SACK LIKE THAT
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your mad ill benben...damn^thats some dope thinkingQuote:
Originally Posted by bigben
Yo sicka, y dont ya throw down some ill shit fo us ill start
On the corna so malicious/
Dealers so supicious/
corner mutha fuckas in da alley ways/
Fucka lucky, escapes dat shit wid a graze/
Shaolin so cold da blocks in a craze/
Settin shit up so motha fuckers learn/
When ya play wid fire ya gonna get burned/
Sittin with da junkies in da back we glazin/
Ya get hit by are armor percin rays and/
Make ya say Uhhh and all that shit/
Cappah here done wid it.
Ayo From A Ta Z/
Or Whateva The Case Be/
My Brainwaves Beat Against/
The Rocks Like The Sea/
See My Styles' Every Colour/
In The Spectrum/
Yall Style Iz Plain/
Like Trains/
Without Vandalizm/
Steady Blindin Niggaz/
When I Be Shinnin/
Got The Sun In My Hand/
I Walk Crossed The Horizon/
Yo My Iq Number Got Six Zeros/
Behind It/
I Posses The Power Ta Sleep/
With Open Eyelids/
Ona Metaphysical Level/
I Make Ya Burst Into Flames/
Just By Lookin Ata Picture Of Ya/
Infact Son/
When I Put The Mask To /
The Buddah/
My Brain CellS Bcome/
Paralleled With Computers/
Gathern Thoughts At Speeds/
That Light Couldnt Exceed/
Test Scores The Japenese/
Overseas Cant Believe
Test Scores The Japenese/
Overseas Cant Believe
My minds weaponry divine lessons bleed,
out of the infected sores of the meak,
words are bleak if spoken through a birdish beak,
murders every week as the Governnor quietly sleeps,
quitely the angled streets continue to get steep,
revenue taxes chained our backs as they dangle treats,
alligned allied meets alloy metals combined to reek,
havoc on the beat... drugs, gambling, chemists dissected sheep,
soylent green meat injected hormones mean green I gotta eat!!!!
From around the way catch the HIV
While I'm sitting smoking trees
The hot flow, the mind flow
Watch em die slow
Cuz I'm iller then dying quicker
What you gotta do to be a rapper
In todays game
I'm the fire hydrant to your game
Like Jurassic Park, you ducking my game
Now you wanna start fucking me lame
See what I say now about you
The nearest crowds dead like you
Open the malboro, have a smoke
Cut you in half, choking you out
Security protects my clout
So don't think your running an fronting
If you thought otherwise, you bugging
Who got you, just ask your mother
just ask your mother
My rhymes are butter seasoned right veggies fry,
my grill is steady high as Betty's fly by the night,
eyes bind by the fight the iris blinds out the sight,
hectic lifes objected inspected like las Vegas dice,
mega trife cheating with a pit bulls viscious bite,
lock jawed tight tightly vice gripped on the mic...
motivate
motivate to the gate god...../
11:38 is what it says on the clock.../
bomb science, buncha bitches hatin an they wont stop.../
ill take that can of krylon an make u eat the muthafucka.../
grab the 380. an leave your strawberry jam brains spread out on the ground like smuckers../
you aint shit to me.../
punk bitch,..gettin dissed constantly.../
u cant dis back, hell u cant even spell.../
u type it up like a dyslexic,...what other down syndrome affects got u locked down prison cells.../
tourettes?..schizo...it must be hell,.../
quit fuckin around with tha olda godz cuz we'll always reign supreme and u aint allowed, cant see why u cant tell.../
to take a hike busta,...ill fuckin crushya.../
face to face you'd be whinin an crying, confessing your shit like usher.../
fuckin go ahead..., I'll hit u with the butt of this shot gun.../
ima fuck somebodys girl,...just gotta spot one.../
film the shit an "u dont stop son".../
your bitch screamin my name "fuck me sicka, your the number one stunna son an I want some"
peace