You shit seems to always have a message to it, pretty nasty.
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You shit seems to always have a message to it, pretty nasty.
Lil' Ill the pill poppin', heart stoppin'
Floor moppin', workin' stiff sloppin'
Often drinks to think, away shit brink
Edge ledgin' ledgers, sledgehammed in slammer
Jammed man misguided, tried it but why kid?
Fly...it's, inevitable unavoidible, choiceable voice
Hoist and boyster defenses, mended fences
Blend in splendid, tended tiger touch tactics
Mastered and crafted, disaster war pathed it
Bastard's blastin', bustin' out trust spout
Sit and rust, our I could fuckin' bust out.
Edit...9 minutes ain't bad right?
Sit and rust, our I could fuckin' bust out.
break jaws till mush mouths throw junkyards when dumpin,
leave foes cut like pumpkins metal shards lacerate oddly,
heist life away like a robbery geared up like an Armory,
block Wally's see nothing frontin Lumpy's stay hunting for Beaver,
during June I carry Cleavers each delivers more fire than heaters,
I Light house decievers by rituals they perform... orphaned delivery from contaminated sperm,
I travel back in time by walking through a worm,
satellites are burned from my inner steller storm,
untold fortunes hidden in the tiny slivers of code,
I'm much more than 1's & 0's download my digital soul,
Fuck mindless chants or catchy cliche phrase,
unveil the masquerade with an exacto knife blade,
break down the plan for slaves controlled under a working wage,
corporate scams and federal taxes always seem cut away,
these monatary whips cause lashes stressed out day to day,
as bills begin to pile were walking a long green mile,
while Michael Clarke Duncan was pitied by Tom Hanks,
I'd gut him with a long shank... greetings from shawshank,
Were living this raw rank society brainwashed by blacken panes,
with HD clarity to distract us from everythang,
fighting to see light of day like 300 we fight in the shade...
Die suckin 9'z out! Wit a Thrust that will rip ya mind out!
In the Temple of Dartz, itz simple how I tear out heartz!
Mc'z duck my Murderous Artz, Sending get well cards,
Covered wit the blood of Retards, Butcherd Beatifully in the yards,
I send Mcz back to there maker, and cut out there throatz wit a razor,
Later I crack a coors and smack some loosrs,
Watch me kill em' funny like William Money, You're Unforgiven,
Theres one more shittin, his pants as Im spittin,
Necronamacon Chantz as the dead man dance!!
Necronamacon Chantz as the dead man dance!!
we've witnessed trees swallowed alive by mechanical plants,
monsterous mechanized mandibles mastecate and mash,
nature smashed in the thraws of death til nothings left but ash,
eliminating evolution and earths natural eco's systems for cash
corporate sponsored death reek havoc on mother earth ass,
global warming occur ignored warnings we slowly churn,
while over fishing the ocean seas, endangered but no worries?
for we will live our life high and not see these disastrous flurries,
we'd rather sacrifice now as it does not affect our quality of life,
it's forseen our children's children will ultimately pay the price,
I'm not talking fisher price I'm speaking of mass loss of life,
once the sea's warm vital undercurrents will change direction,
like a huge viral infection earth's neglection will expose the frozen cold,
an Ice age to clense the globe of man's parasitic infectious hold
masterful plans smash on ya mans wit tha war hammer my panoramic views cause mad dudes 2 scatter tha brutal chapter ..hard core legacy fakin neva me i spit reality wolf fangs rippin out ya neck animality challenge me god accept loss valianty...as i spray vecinitys rookies want battles im takin rime virginity mental 10X stronger than u physically...but wont hesatate 2 throw a blow uppercut crash on ya nose till u out cold..
Fear Feels Mcz Chest as we put you to rest,
ST. Paul, Big Ben and Spoken roll like da best,
as the rest of the world decays from radiation,
While the Devil lays with temptation, and the world plays nathin',
We erasin you wack catz off da chartz with wu bladez always sharpend,
as I sit cuttin hearts out cause' mine darkend,
Holocaust Aftermath shatters the world!
While we roll wit da W as these other rappers spit like girls!
I shout bold with a pirates laugh! While Riotz Mash!
spittin like gurls minds twirl wit fantasy's REAL HIP HOP STILL BREATHES no! can it b?? demandin reach on tha newb's n herbs sleep spittin factuals tha duke truly superb ...my tooly will learn tha most eduacated better face it or get burned keep it basic ...technically my methods b laced wit tha illness question me? naw tha question b when's tha ressurection? b4 niggas was worried bout how many g's they gettin a session...
We's always releasin ogression,
My acts of depression always leaves Mcz Guessin,
Blessin u wit my long sword, Come aboard My event Horizon!
Ill leave u wit ya eyes gouged while ya whore is cryin!
More fryin da fire as we watch you retire!
My desire for flesh is grotesque!
we spill seals not meant to be read,
open 3 eyes hidden in ya forhead,
leave the floor red I have blood on my hands,
I listened to Cho's diatribe he was a smart guy,
that seen past the lies but he couldn't hold inside,
so the devil and him rode inevitably down the rode,
the victims fate was sealed from an introverted psychopath,
now the government will write a bill disguised for protection,
might as well wrap the US inside a giant condom,
because only the blind do not see any problem,
as civil rights are being stomped on and forgotten,
and continue to attack cultures they summize as rotten,
the patriot act verbage describes us as potential targets,
so don't believe a thing they say about terrorist trying to harm us.
I got the perp last friday, outside a small bar
To where he swallowed his last breath, i followed in charles' car
Who is a crackhead who said its stolen, but i could borrow it
He said if he don't get it back, i'll know what sorrow is
The target drove past the alley, and parked in a private lot
Sterotypical thug type, i got the job from the thug's wife
U might be shocked, but she said he pimped her on the low
"Threw her in the dirt", "left her in the rain", nuthin more than a "hoe"
With a face of tears, she paid me off, told me tendencies
Quickly be friended me, an i got the pussy with hennesy
Anyways, the husband drank till' two, last to leave the bar
Which is convient, no witnesses to peep the spark
Watchin from the alley in shadows, he dumped his ash out
Then stumbled pass the darkness from which i dashed out
A immeadite head lock, he drunkenly laughs amused
He's droppin change an shit, fuck, paths of clues...
My gun had a silencer, put it in his mouth like a bottle
When i shot, smoke came out his nose, his back throttled
Layed'em to the side, started to clean up the scene
When i spotted sumbody watchin wita cheep tux an jeans
He started runnin, so i ran after, gotta get the bastard
I'm hope'in he don't run to the chruch, don't wanna hit the pastor
I'm gain'in strides, showin fitness, the witness is slowin down
I gotta do the job right cuz my buisness is go'in down
He tripped on a curve, an hit his head on a mail box
Slowly turned on his back, an said u goin to jail pops
I stepped on his mouth, he kicked his legs a squealed
I'm not tryin to take two lifes, so i cut a deal
I took his I.d., said if u snitch, my homies is comin kid
Fuck yo street rep, cuz to them, u ain't runnin shit
I let'em up, he jogged away, now back to the alley
He got me off track, i'm in the back of a rally's
Once i returned, my jaw dropped in amazement
There wasn't a body there, just blood on pavement...
tha misconception of boom bap got me stressin so i blow sess n forget tha neglection real headz tellin me keep wit tha direction reflection of my soul in tha flow that im blessin invesstin mad time writin lines late night ...gimme my chance 2 shine fuck stage fright! tha brave mic maruader slaughter foes fuck daughters martyr for tha cause pause....then father all opposin ones my dunz known for holdin gunz unholy ones blastin at tha podium ...
I heard a musical arrangement,
It carried me inside,
a room with an old man,
as he begun to cry,
he said he weeps for humanity has lost,
I looked puzzled and asked him how many you toss?
he grimaced back at me and cleared his throat,
told me I was on a one way trip to hells commode,
and stated he doesn't drink it lighten the load,
as he pointed to his head he took out a old knife,
and cut his own throat and smiled as he died.
damn ya b on sum ill ass story tellin shit *daps