youre wack for not being on aim or msn
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youre wack for not being on aim or msn
i meant your text in this tread was pointless... no disrespect but, obey and ben ripped your shit. its all love thou peace and 1.Quote:
Originally Posted by AcidPhosphate69
Crash the courses enforce hits, armor damaged by horse kicks
Tower height the black Godzilla strikes, the skyline smokin' tonite
Missles aim from fighter planes, invincibility fillin' my brain
Mind over matter, ya slain like Able's brother Caine
Eyes trained to see the unknown, heads get trumpet blown
Snake in the grass smashed wit stones
My poems hard as my bones, call em' calcium
Vitamin C mc, hard to kill iron-grill i still shit on ya happy-meal
Give you toture feelin', throw u from my building un-willing
Nice fall, as i walk off, grabbin' my balls..ya lady face niagra falls
Yeah, I have to admit my verse didn't compare to either of theirs, but mine was spittin' on L.B. but Spoken post ahead of me. I wasn't trying to battle bigben or obey.
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Originally Posted by AcidPhosphate69
I wasn't even worried about you Acid. I was call'n out Livin blade. I'm gonna battle him in a v.s. comp later in the battle field threads when I got more time.
I dunno, i think somebody got confused along the lines and either way, those were some nasty verses.
^ peace acid.
Pre-curses reversed in the psychology of nasty rhyme, 6 deadly venoms with the lesson of 6 differnt styles makes 36 chambers of lyrical war crime. High Time is the low spit'n with the beats off the one's and two's, brought the ruckus and the shit's explosive like front page news. London got bombed and tommorrows a fresh new start, can't see me out like a flash of the minds agenda killed like a poisonus dart to the hart.
bustin fake rap criminals like SWAT,speacial weapons and tactics
onli nerd cops aim with snipe scopes usin mathematics
fuckin take the bitch down,like fuckin Krusty the Clown
drive these fake bitches outta ma turf,manhattan's ma town
lyrics drive men insane givin them headaches,they incomprehensible
my style is legend throughout the Shaolin,its a fuckin well known fable
i split ya style in two with ma lyrical axe, power to execute
pain in ya neck while im at it,the pain's fuckin acute
I live a quick life,
im ready to die,
not coming with lie's,
1 life yo, im willin to try.
people have come and gone,
no worrie's, it's alright,
cause im living to fight,
like it's my last night.
If im gonna die out,
fuck it, ima ride out,
stick life to these devil's,
untill they all fuckin' cried out.
hold me down dun,
best wish's and ambition's,
to you bitch's,
fuck all you're dream's,
superspicion, to me see,
is the vision.
life is A manic depression,
viewer decression is advised,
but instead it's televised,
for the whole public's eye's.
now how fucked up is that?,
I came up and I slang'd rap,
they treated it like I slang'd crack,
So I chopped it, cooked it, then came back.
I want to scream fuck ya'll,
but I'll keep it quiet,
last time I said that,
a silent war,
instead of a silent riot.
Life is a struggle, but's it's my passion within
why go on livin to die, if you ain't livin to win?
sup dawg..... didnt know if i sent u a private message correctly so...... i put dis shit here.. even though it does not correspond wit wut u put....... ;; /// like i meant like jordan on da way down from a dunk.....after caught i had "N mid air" .. but i took it off......so its like ur tryin 2 block him even though u know he is already n da air ...... like he caught u n da air........ He just dunked on u ..... !!! dats wut i meant .....
peace out
Like a manic I depress with the strife of lifes struggle, got mad skills like a voodoo child on the beat and the heat and skill to juggle. Like tanto with the aim over the red man's land, understand the bonds of nature built upon catles made of sand. Bluesy red ...house was where the sword style came, and remember hendrix was the inspiration for O3EY to proclaim.
* all underlined words are hendrix songs.
raaaaaaah i spit rediculous/
sick, like a peadophile sayin 'little girls are more innocent'/
locked down by my mind behind bars of inprisonment/
you say everything i spit isnt relevant why isnt it?/
ill leave you dead with the words im deliverin/
you just shoot blanks like 2 balls with impudence/
ill bust a load over the stage and tell you to 'spot the difference'/
if theres one thing i cant stand its a chicken who clucks/
and if theres one thing i dont do, is give a fuck/
Suuuuuu
yeah
yeah, when i stab this conan shank thru your think tank.../
dont forget to thank Aidz for relieving your soul from that shit stank.../
had to do what i did,...u smelled "homeless".../
"mini-gun, 50 caliber muthafucka" leave your whole clique "domeless
butterfly knives,...check it,..four atta time.../
release infinite ninja stars thru your screen an leave u permanantly "offline".../
off mind the way I do it baffles crews but they get used to it.../
just gotta say,"what's up reala god" as sicka pushes thru your hood in tha "all black buick".../
aint nuthin to it,...u punks get the fuck on the floor.../
elbow my way thru your living room,...gun blasts leave u bleedin "on all fours".../
force these weaklings back to the crib,...your daycare closes for the evening.../
mommy never picked u up cuz she's in the back seat of vette screamin "Aidz,Fuck me" while heavily breathing.../
got your bitches forgettin bout their own seedlings.../
they suck dick so well I leave nut drippin off the ceilings.../
in your bedroom by your toy box is where we last knocked.../
killed another freestyle muthafucka,..ten minutes "Tops"
PIR
peace