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im back on the block socks ffulla yay
glued to the avenue thats where i stay
niggas gotta pay like a toll
crack they melon felon like doctor scholls
outta town money u niggas coppin clown money
how that sound dunny
fry u like an egg have you up sunny
have ya nose blood runny
nuttin in the streets stun me
gat got a body on it
old shit got the tommys on it
my dick i got the mami's on it\
tuesdays a bitch fresh shipment all of it gotta go
wednes days chickens gotta hoe
cuppa joe sugar rush then go slow
mami drop it to the flo some mo
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i murda da rest, wit rusty swordz thru da chest, skampoe like rambo 2 journey da quest, any emcee dat get fresh, gon feel a million razorbladez in da form of sum mesh, fabrick, or get hit in da back of the knee wit da eslatick, of his queenz un mentionablez, my stylez iz untangiblez, over the balcony im hangin crewz, wit da mic cord wraped tight on dey neck, just cuz i heard sum bout gettin sprayed wit da teck, burying dem in cement blocks way unda da deck, gimme a sec, 2 gather my thought, da sparrow was sought, outta da sky, by da eye, of the hawk. fuck
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murderous rythm's im like a german shepard learnin 2 sick em//
burnin-wit-wisdom enter the tournement resurfacin victims//
they head b on the choppin block waitin for pain 2 inflict-them//
villianous kiss of metal tips heavenly lift em//
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J.T.S. is deeper than the diggin' the scientists do to find ancient artifacts
Ladies love me in the sack, cause from the back i make it clap
Fuck giving you a high 5, how about 5 slaps
Don't get it twisted like my unbraided naps
Relax before ya jacked, and i'll have ya jill slingin' crack
Just kidding but the lines i'm spitting uglier than shabba, and Craig Mack
Been rhyming since way back when Hammer used to rap
And these new jack got a nerve to praise this jiffy pop rap
Not on my grizzly today
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word
i resurrected the art of death by spilling the blood of all my rival sets
painting whats lost in translation concerning now tidal threats
and till its heard i submerge beneath the sea of knowledge
to creep closer to my enemies retreat
so all those foes will bleed in honest
exposing the lies like the holes in comets
forcing the misdirection of alibi's
tell me can you see the farthest?
friends on the edge of lines that define the weakest targets
so i align my gauge
for protection my weapon has its own aim
and to lesson pressure i hold range
beside being ready to die , i hand them a vest with old stains
cos this battle been decided by the mc'
moving conscious obliterating those tempt me..
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peace 2 da west, east side niggaz shoot thru vests, 4 stealing da eggs, up outta my voltures nest, who won test, this lirical emcee in a cypha, e honda street fightah, dodgin da bullets of da best qualified snipah, skampoe n jigsaw, be da raw, fangs on a vipah.
my bunker rest on a sharp crest of a hill, stiff index finger poked a hole thru da seal, of da scroll, dat read skampoe, commin off witcha soul, if i know, u hold, a large amount of that doe, yo, i kickin da doe, yellin at da top of my lungz 2 ''get low'', fuck u think i brung, dis gun here foe, this aint no show, n tell, this how we doit where da fucks i dwell, i meassure chunks of yo flesh on da scale, call up hannibal lecter n tellem whut i got 4 sale, betrail, in my camp shit aint even tolerated, 4 dat, we pull back, da slide of da gat, so much it masturbated.......
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Syndrome of the chrome microphone clutch/
Spinning on the canvas, the gladiators crushed/
Touched by the blow of death, gutted the guts like a dutch/
Rush the opposition, play em like a card game royal flush/
Deluxe verse, in the vicinity emcee's hit the dirt/
Move wordplay, moving like stray slugs, atomic impacts the earth/
Shoot first fam, guardian angels, at every angle on ya land/
Traveling man, your wit the village of the dammed, once the plane lands/
I walk out and get grizzly, tearing terrorists to shreds quickly/
Simply no complex, on a quest to perplex pussies, duels in the duplex/
Sue me after they get suplexed, for dissing me in-direct/
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i bore em/
in the forum/
ma score,1/
theirs, 5/
i survive/
n strive/
i work/
in dirt/
thru hurt/
so i can jerk/
their attention/
achieve rhyme perfection/
maybe theyll mention/
ma name/
give fame/
admitt game/
but for now im jus strange/
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mold the world like silly puddy
a clean act, these rap bitches straight dirty
while these internet MC's short I just reboot
faggit rappers acting like they got the boot
talking about drugs, money and so on greedily
they ain't ready for a reform, plus shit ain't steady
talking about diamonds radiating like supernova
wordplay catch you off guard like an Iverson cross over
try and catch this fleeing rap world criminal
the old and new feel me like my testaments Biblical
sit back and relax, feel me like you should
asking can you while I can answer that cause its good
while the real kats spit it to my face not pretending
most people assembling talking shit through text messaging
they can't stand the fax like an e-mail
these type easily fail as I take the role of alpha male
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imma bad rapper
u could say im ass backwards
i used to go to skool, sag dickie jeans
n bag sticky things
sell em to mad richy pheends
im sick in the dome
u could call me poe
edgar that is
when im rappin
u can tell imma white kid
but nobody dun did it like i did
today its birfday
so its a sure thang
im gonna be drinkin pure power
in lil less than 24 hours
fuckin a bitch thats hella sour
turnin 17 today
n yall r old n gray
sportin bifocols
well peace old folks
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yo Trumpets Freestyle Worth About Million Yall Weak Catching Feelings after The Fact Taht Ya Wack Emcees Aint Ready For Lyrical Combat You Relapse Callapse Mind Magnefecent On Tracks Ripped Mic Vocals Carry Sound Of War Trumpets enchore
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I rock the road, glock on cock, lock n' load
Slap a hoe, my backslaps invincible
Indivisible general, undertaker of souls
Double cross me, get clapped crossing roads
I never owed anyone, like m.o.p. i stick to my gunz
T.h.c. sticks to my lungs, iron-buster on the run
Armies after me are seeking salvation
Style shake em like tremors
Frames are frozen in summer fuck ya begginners
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yo Real Quick Yo Yo Freestyle Look Up In The Sky Yo Yo
trumpets Spit Keep The Signs Ahead Caution Nausious State Of Mind Yall Claim Yall Tight Verses Ready And Able Mics Grab Hold Left His Arm Diabled Crash Dummies I Flip Money Outrageous Actions Throw A Hail Mary Pin Point Accuracy Battle Me Through Trentious Strenuous You Gets Bust
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The no rehearsal cold dispersal of flows'll hurt chu wit golden virtues/
don't oppose the circle of popes in robes of purple whose flows are fertile/
I float over hurdles, obstacles is just not a topic that I gotta discuss/
I got a distrust for cops that won't stop followin us from dawn until dusk/
that's a lotta disgust, dust to dust, ashes to ashes, Dow average crashes/
kick the asses of fascists, hamlets havin massive rashes of phantomous flashes/
I spot Anakim in mandarin sashes, hashin out plans to vandalize scriptures/
I analyze pictures of Saturn as I strategize on how to dismantle my Swishers...
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my poemz start then march with the dark heart of sadistic archery
pullin back darts that arc, hit and constrict sullen martyrz pulmonary arteriez
rhythmic yet bullish artistry that culminates in the full devastation of the devil'z hierarchy
disheveled emceez iz now statistics, my departure from hellish rebelz who revel in anarchy
