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lounging while i'm pounding mind games like rein
bringing in the pressure to make brain strain greater
realizing its only a matter for index
that the stress level need not be checked
for lounge is to relax and to beat is static
so cling with esteem to alight as a dream
on the lids of eye seems
only previewed at the close of session
tightening the grip on reality on profession
reality on profession is lip service get nervous
most cats spit shorter than Barnum Bailey midget circus
clowns get drowned from a system of the down
syndrome gets around with God C under the gown
HIV hives from AIDS ain't much Sicka than that
caught at the end of a nut hard as a brick and a bat
Born Ruler, I Walk through more clouds than Luke Sky
the Darth Vader black cloaked Lord, snatchin loose fries
out of sacks of wack rhymes from moldy potato head emcees
tried new lips, eyes, and glasses till the set was empty
all that remains is a root vegetable of the caste of unmentionable
with the absolute thought that lack of skills is unquestionable
stay in the box with the cellophane wrapped tight
use all your eyes together to see this rap right
FLAMES^Quote:
Originally Posted by Born Ruler I
I THINK THIS WAS IT...HOLLYBUSH....HUSHQuote:
Originally Posted by Ballad Ballistik
You know tha intro no introduction just abductions, and head concussions
Causing destruction to tha devil's who wanna decease us fuck a treaty discussion
G.C. created diseases bodies cloned they deserved to be stoned
For some the streets are home but some cats sound homosexual on microphones
Stress rests in my dome still i dominate dominations out for tha throne
In my hood i'm known gotta carry tha cross along wit tha chrome pearl handle
So many scandulous women killin' cats behind scandals
Like this mami Maria used to see her pretty toes exposed in sandals
Blowin' cats in Acs like my seeds blow birthday candles
Smoked out, leaving scenes, lived the ending with the credit,
twenty-five plus a buck made collect, and then we fled it.
stick to plan but the plan is we got to stick,
rip that bitch for the cream, then we got to flip.
pulled around the corner, up to the 705,
strive to survive, please gods, try to stay alive.
emptied out, loaded up, broke into the fort,
let's just say we did shit up, to make a long story short.
meet back around the stash spot, blast hot, pass cloght,
empty all the money on the table that your ass got.
divide and reside, then split out of town for abit,
cause next week I got a plan to get some more of that shit.
see gods playing criminal making devil look minimal on this stage
called the world mix pearls with perils not aware who catches the snare
between their dicks and guns like the knife and tongue yeah yeah
in a belly though not the beast in the wilderness going about east
yet watching those play the advocate reminds me of destroying the habitat
their dome pieces end up like puzzled pieces running around like new sherrif in town
getting blown to their heels osing weapons with out the skill has the
benefactor look lack lustre for endear but it reverses into fear
quote: you're not any less of a man if you don't pull the trigger, you're not neccessarily a man if you do. -> a tribe called quest, sucka nigga
Ballad Ballistik sent me a PM about us both being fathers and I responded with this quick response...
we gotta change these ways or I'll children the'll slay with a hateful rage turning blue skies gray keep our heads out the haze the smog infested daze when people kill for change but stay the same income range stove tops cook the brain ho's pop off with shame families must build and maintain our children are the future of the world today teach them righteous ways so they can fight the flames this government writes the pain the laws pass have us gassed we must climb the walls that segregate and contain modern day slaves chained shackled our membrain programed by televisions and religion institutionalized in prisons brutalised in capitalist systems !!!
i remain content controllin' the continent a continental con conquerin'
Comrad wit contraband in my back pocket bringin' drama lke Pac did
Ditto's collected tha dice shootin' expert, ceelo champ wit connections
Contest contenders catchin' caps from fully loaded rap weapons
Shirt wettin' wedding kiss tha luegar and feel tha shots through ya
Tha crowd booed ya onstage til' ya got off stage go act ya age loser
i'ma spit critical 'n tear ya brains/
'flows connect like chains' MC to MD pump ya viens/
a free i be 'kickin in da air' like chronick back-flips/
da dark energy around ya dick thick as black lips/
i'll ripp out ya arms 'n legs make u 'handicapped'/
ma sick rhymes makes fat dudes do 'jumpin-jacks'/
bustin nuggets out dey ass dosses of 'turbo lax'/
james be the type~~to destroy the hip hop hype/
big vocabulary, ben far from the ordinary, on the mic he's "very scary"/
bigben be bashin brains brash beast blasted
crafty crabs caught cremated in caskets
dastardly demons damaged delivering dramatics
ellusive evil expert enemies exercize erratic
functions favor fragile family structure
Flatten foes attackin' this 16 wheeler tactic in traffic
Theatrics rip emcees in half quick stickup kids laughin'
AS i'm trashin' rappers rappin' wack in tha venue in Manhattan
Went outside to blaze a blunt then went back in to display verbal grapplin'
Spit like gats in shootouts hear the shots move out outsiders dashin'
lyricists that lack experience become lab rats in my science experiments
watch me get gutter slap-box tha cutter know he's restin' down under
My sound thunders any season slaughter my prey then i'm feastin'
cannibal beast in tha precint cops flesh is what my teeth's in
Teachin' em' lessons hunger is great depression i have a eating obsession
Stand up mc's get slammed on concession stands wit just 1 hand
Fryin' pan upside ya head(blam) you drop on command
chopin' ya womb full of ham man i'll kick you in quicksand
I'm never slippin' snatchin' ya ice while you on the ice trippin'
You get wind knocked out of you one more time that'll do
Big Willies welcome to tha barbecue on tha grill i'm hot as you
And if ya chic says u smell like shit it's because i kicked it out of you
I stab faces twist torsos up and use 'em as laces
intoxicate patients with my verbal cocaine traces
foes resemble car accident cases full body cast and braces
I lash out with phrases leave rivals tortured in basements
the path of the course your chasing will lead to mortuary arrangments
unfortunate engagements learn lifes lessons or be left in hell blazing
melted in hands staining blood drawn from zombie addicts craving
a numbing product erasing the problems the government's creating
Politician satanists are raving as freedoms lynched from trees hanging
Know what I'm saying??
yea, always killlin^props