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u a lil one, im a entrepeneur/
i tote big guns, ur game is cow manure/
agan u stepped up tryign to match this/
but like i always say,"gonna take MUCH more practice"/
i aint neva had beef on this lyrical stage/
i've neva even had to use my spirtual rage/
+1 to skills, im plain raw/
take ya to my basement, start the chainsaw/
i gotta go to work lil mo fo, i'll be back
my rhymes r so sick theyre contageous
mutha fuck whyte n dangerous
actin like he the crayziest with a rhymestyle thats the lazyiest
hes the whytest and pastiest
nigga im a true patriot
all up in ya momz power u at the mutha fuckin marriot
so punk bow down to tha god concept
killin wit pin point percision juss usin my intellect
man, like biggie...
C-4 to your door no beef no more NIGGA
fuck u and ur bitch ass rhymes, i dont need beef man, im doing my own thang so go get fucked
flow is outer space,martian-race misplaced
Mindset reaches high after sunset
Turbojet cool down but not yet
Hot like the suns surface, my shine serves purpose
Cause rhymes with no lines really are kinda wothless
(someone add on to the verse)
yo whyte n dangerous i dont got no beef sun juss respect my style i dont even like battlin
so lets squash this peace 2 tha godz
Keep ya talk about gats, while I walk wit raps/
Followin kids ain't me....but I'll chalk ya tracks/
You don't have Weapons Of Steel or Heavenly Skills/
but it's true these cats are faker than Beverly Hills/
the way they rap about dumbshit, ya run clips?/
left ya heads scrambled like Harlem when the sun hits/
I'm about Hip-Hop Truth, it's known my fists rock you/
I won't be lyin about shit....white not a flip-flop dude/
Leave the rest blazin \call me wes craven/
while you're just copyin shit like kids and text pages/
Temple of Dartz iz wea AC temptin tha dark wit intentionz to spark instrumentalz das hot..
SHINE Light on heartz fo a start n mark positionz by pinpoint accuracy.. so start to lissen...
End ya majestys who blasphemine ACz raps then flee happily.. MAG delete ya bastidz easily..
See me n Ill blind ya niggaz releasin heat.. reasons be ya heathenz seem fake..
meltin ya feeble weak freez have U on ya kneez kneelin.. "pleez kill em" but wait...
Cut ya face.. fucc Joe.. Ill bust tha taste off ya buddenz.. razor blade veinz so pain touchens..
Im insane cuzzin.. drain a dozen of stamina.. hammer ya like nailz.. stammer tha rite mic..
no need fo punchlinez tha Multies damage ya twice.. ma life is gamma quite undastandable..
fight? ya get ate like cannibalz.. break ya mandible.. I swelt like candlez.. u smell like camels do..
O HELL NAH !!...
NIGGA DONE SPIT ON THA 666th POST!!..
YO NIGGA!..........................................
i aint the type 2 rap about cheese
but i got more green then when pinocchio sneeze
tha god concept deeply rooted like trees
open my brain wit these dam coacaine keyz
SPIT UP FROM DA LOUNGE..........
YO..
Aint nuthin but a word I smotha curbz fucc tha 1st.. copz to arrive Im gunnin nervez..
Pluggin herbz wit tons of verbz which rush n burst ya blood n serve.. a point proven..
ya kno 'oink movin'.. RN to anutha level.. I cut u devilz who snitch.. ya gutz bust liquid so get sum stitchez..
Sippin rum can getchya.. mindstate fryed wait waz tha time playa? Itz cloccin roun tha 9 nayba.. (neighbor)
so say tha.. word.. n I str8 spray nerdz wit razorz.. slicin thru ya vaporz mistin off ya sweat pimpin...
Ya look lost.. "pet".. missin.. did U forget ya ***ten?.. soft ass bitchez get caught slashed.. toe ribbonz..
Ma flow sickend alot of foes trippin.. who now look to me as a rolemodel spittin whole bottlez u can sip from...
been evicted from tha slumz of Da Bronx to tha bussin of tha shotz.. brooklyn? nah tha hook red wit crook hedz..
half cut off abandonedz buildin.. orphaned children often killin to eat coughin spillin vomit n bleed..
thas wa happenz wen da government leavez.. rucuss ensue.. fuccaz jumpin @ u.. no joke aight..
code spoke by rubbin hiz sleevez.. soon ta find knife pokin ya weeze (waist).. hope u breathe slo...
(hopin u sleep.. get woke from broken dreamz.. smokin dat weed.. supposidly..)
cuz Panic cause frantic thoughtz.. hospitalz full / hoodz turn'd u hostile no bull.. impatience gotten to u...
I shall continue this story.. but shitz gory.. iz it glokz u will pull? dunno but tha pres forgotten too..
about uz hoodlemz gettin by man itz impossible... wit crook copz n framin.. I feel like a picture hangin............
(FROM RN)..
pEACE... 718 Bronx NY Cae 94 ..
Frontin
Cats front get litted up steppin my way/
Call a nigga daddy blastin ya ass like Marvin Gaye/
Sold coke in a body reincarnated from the 80's
Bad ma fucka like Dolemite loungin in mercedes/
Not a blood or crip tho um percieved as one/
Detted like the shun closed circuit from the sun/
Ghetto memorys sturgglin drugglin smugglin/
Around the border from the U.S to Ontario/
Jus cuz I have a computer done mean they can't hear me tho/
Reveiwin my expenditures listenin to my calls/
Trap me up tapped me up got stickers to my balls/
Followin every route, I have nothin else to prove/
Did it all in the 80's back then niggas had tons that they could move/
Fuck pounds kilos, an the whole metrical system/
Fuck peter's when you get caught its "Nah um not with em"
Yo
Yo my internal energy is balanced, focused like Tai Chi/
my rhymes is so deadly like a full force blow from Bruce Lee/
Cave your skull in, my rhymes like a blunt instrument they decipate/
In 2 nuttin ness, Come out after fake mc's then hybernate/
Comparin me is like comparin timbs to a shoe wid dirty laces/
Face it, before you can pull i'll break your trigga finga in 6 places/
Hotness Masta G.
Leavin' mc's under pressure is my pleasure their pain i treasure
Cuz' most rappers ain't going nowhere like a bird with broken feathers
My style is clever while most are clumsy, fuck those band-wagon junkies
Iv'e been through more trees than jungle monkeys
as a true man of the temple
my flow kicks off and like voltus five assemble
i'm the emblem that signify purity
preachin bout soul and black unity
wu continuity and wu prespectives
i'm a scholar of rhyme and a soul detective
no one can ever face this cause i have been redeemed
i'm the soul masta and seczidark is the queen
and so it seem that many many step to a "genius"<- shout out masta G. aka ya know
RockD laughs cause weak are those minions
we the spawns resurrected for a purpose and direction
takin back rap and kick off this insurrection
its essential that at least i get five stars as soul general
i wont search and destroy but i'll make sure to take it all
we have a platton of "great mind aka supream mathematiix"<- j proph. shout out
its only right theat i lead the one focus on soul and dynamics
although we all savage u have heard before, "watch out for the whole"
cause i dont aim for ya neck i aim fo ya soul
WU TANG SOUL
I'm not trying to say you're biting because I know how some things just come to your head without realizing where you got it (I've done it myself), but "Face it, before you can pull i'll break your trigga finga in 6 places" sounds awfully similar to Diabolic in the hidden track after Dance with the Devil.
"Go head and grip glocks, I'll snap your trigga finga in 6 spots."