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As the hordes sniff, rip, bite, and claw,Quote:
layin bloody on boards split
from the shrapnel of four clips
moe szyslak is here til they fall,
serving beers as they yawn and eventually crawl,
out of my tavern its curtains for all,
certain to stall their rise I summize,
too stupid to think beyond the gloomy skies,
get ya head up and rise before you all die...
i reply with an unfulfilled sigh
like the actor of the scene of the crime one time 4
ur wondering eye
2 slices when im carvin the pie
thats 7 on they way to heaven
now theres 14 grams left of that Buddha bless wont stress
untill ya get found in the first 48
lmao thats math
slam shut the coffin, slit cha mind apart open arcs
eye of the beholder given monks who think they're drunk off rum
dog that was coffee shit stains off the memebrane soaked in ya decaff/
flows are blood baths sideways math trying attomically drop bombs specially mocked
when beats aren't even sharp enough for a flow to touch off the hook, like napalm i am armed/
From the abyss I Rose in metaphors and prose
Forgot my name? It echoes in the streets I choose
The silent monk gave me spiritual lessons
With edge and reason my age became the fusion
Consumed by wisdom knowledge became reason
Lost and never found they wilt and howl as the hound
Babies of Babylon we exist in the most purest form
touched by evil untainted our robs will never be worn
touched by evil untainted our robs will never be worn[
cycles of life souls torn you can be re-born
rose my standards higher unopened the door to my mental dorm
worry-free seen as an enigma to enemies
to chastise and happily move on boundaries
bound by hands that show the hard work of a man
considered a flight risk they snatched my floppy disk
check next to my name i refuse to be an experiment
but we all are to food to what we watch
i move on feeling not thinking circle the block
rap spit on my watch time to to get on top
women want o ride but can't handle the shots
Call me a king no relation to Rodney i can handle the cops
never sorted stunned quarter down to water optic takes open breaks
blink for the ink, dragons drink with squids in the back asking for wraps/
mastering rapidly gluing minds back with snubnose flows
open door body blows UFC rulings know how i am doing/
think ya changing me back from the OHM know i'm a Sheep Lord shadow priest/
NY dogged bones beast off the leash unleash slice you into bimbos like kimbo
mental freaking out why you doubting those melatonin tablets in ya mouth/
shinning malific open casket bastard draft back think your packs are picks from wack raps you cut and pasted wasted out 40 minutes of trying my patience/
morning time, late day fated ways bring pain making ides looking odds bring products armed logic leaving those looking cottage cheese all rotted out doubted clout given any reasonable doubt/
crowned conner armed learn burner in my jack put fire in ya pack
baseball bat whack hippolita know how i astrologic ya/
zombie to any fiends know how mean
and green those mecha machine henchmen can be/
seen through the comical artisan in how bipartian i can be with leverage autourage killah is back making minds react without a seatbelt they get slammed shut on the breaks watch them front/
poor monkeys in cages being zapped by beams
the government testing on animals it seems
they wanna test out they technological abominations
before they unleash they satellites on the general population
how many monkeys had to die befor they got the codes right
for they satellites? Yo toast blast this mic
if god really made these animals he's gonna be mighty pissed
and now he's ready for war, yo thats why your getting dissed
the minds codes being overridden
you probably even tested this technology on little defenseless kittens
you sicken me i know your taking my mind for a joy ride
but fucking with me you driving your own self to suicide
no one knows what to believe in no more
thats why you invented new technology to take control
of the human mind and import into it your own settings
i kill these devils in a split second, i reckon
Kimbo slice one punch knock em out twice
It's a blood sport Van Dam Michael jai White
Sacrificed thrice dead on the floor three blind mice
We'res the ice one shot scare em slide up in yo wife
The kids are watching while I dick tape the females even the maid get it
Real nightmares take over yo life cash nah that's nothing it's petty
All I need are the diamonds and rubies here pop the blue pill
That'll will wake you up revenge is a two corse meal
First ima make u suffer show u the tape I made sticking it to yo mother
She was loving it too doggy did her soundtrack motherless child by Wu
Think it thru millions you have ain't worth shit yo face turning blue
Wipe the mucus of yo nose punk bleach in yo eye shaolin Suuuuuuu
That's how we get down Stapleton for the crown
Thank you for the diamonds rubies and am takin the maid she tight
Oh by the way there's a bomb in the microwave boom out o sight
ayo i beat canibus in the quest
to find a phrase pronouncing all 5 vowel to impress
captain cold crush... nice melatonin magik nice
but i'm bumping tha 'infamous mobb deep' tonight, nigga
ayo ayo
i'm starting to believe my ipod and pc are living entities
i communicate using my pineal gland my life and my destiny
i'm in sync with electronic devices
my life line splices the lifeless with the niceness
ayo
ayo canibus might have intelligence but how much of it is higher
you might as well say my style is more liver
this nerd thinks hes intelligent by knowing pi to 50 places
you read books, write notes and spit them in shitty places (wack venues)
ayo
I'm a copy cat, i byte my owner
i'm a sloppy cat, i swipe my boner
Chaotic undertones and flows that blow ya
ass out the frame, and leave you on a loner
I'm in a zone and i roam like a soldier
Spitting out poems from my throne that'll mold ya
Ass into gear, put the fear in you peasants
Rhyme style is rugged, this shit is never pleasant
Big baby jesus i can't wait...nigga FUCK THAT...
fuck off you little prickQuote:
Originally Posted by Eversick666
you hid-those-inner-truths big-nose-nigga-poof
krs one, you're strange-as-hell-dun
this nigga raekwon sounds like a rapist when beatboxing
no vocal chord mastery, nigga keeps coughing
this fagggot eminem brings another worthless child onto the planet
this wigga got no rhythm, in a beatbox battle i do damage
your an ugly fuckling with a mongol voice
you and bieber are teh #1 role models for white boyz
ill crush your puny american frame
out the game your worthless and on the whole infact your a little strange
your extistance is pitiful Em, listen as i drop another gem
you want to fuck with me do it in person, theres robot tank, but im the schizo version
Murk minds dirt grind, what cha think i'm a just bump and drive
spit it live as a wire sparking off, gone nuclear/
dart arc mind diving “johnny mnemonic”
armed psychotic trying polish/
armed hypnotic primed ready in mine
know why cuz you can google that/
spit rugers to that foolish fap, hell flow and brimstone print up links
thinks ya inked in stone, fuck a phone clone I’m going back to metronome/
etch a flow backwards recite the spit verses quick quips never tripped off
gunner solo stunner cold crushing
make you sucker emcees think
before you link that to ya twitter/
socialize vocalize mine batter up deaded everything with a leaded pen
knock ya outta the stratosphere, past cha oxidating atmosphere/
am i
schizophrenic or am i experiencing a shamanic initiation thats real
why does it feel that psychiatrists just dont know the deal
schizophrenia is a label for forms of behaviour they don't understand
indigenous peoples know im half here and half in spirit land
i imagine my left and right brain hemispheres as two turntables that play
except i'm a beatboxer so i've got no limitations that way
Infinite potential got more hip to my hop than a frog
"will space probes (satellites) in the next century discover Extraterrestrial (Billy) Analogue"
after 2012 the world will be more dream-like
you might see me flying through the air with ET on a green bike
I'm coming around to do long-term damage
My fist and foot will leave Strong-men Sandwiched
you can plot or connive if you want to see me free-fall
you'll never reach the top like a fat kid on a see saw
wu tang,
big bad ahmed saws off your leg and i gnaw at the stump
i'm like a Speedboat pulled up to the Titanic the way i make your 'crew jump'
The Shaman's view of Schizophrenia
http://www.1stpm.org/articles/shaman.html
Too ill for yall