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a chair with no legs but plenty arm support
wired bombs to floor where entire squads can tour
sure....its all been ....staged
there's dark nights to ignite , just let the light hit ya ....face
A capella shots over the helicopter propeller chops
hard to decipher which is which
just imagine if its switch to switch
then no losses like electrical misfiring and miss hit miss
now can't blame it on them
meng , i wouldn't complain if gun stains were to sustain my grip
yea some wane into the abyss
but the smoke and the toke ain't been cleared for this
its more than weird but the air had me prepared for it
moment before despair was quote unquote ..silent
seemed like the aftermath of storm and i had my eye on dying
i'd rather be ...paralyzed for trying than magnetized to resist
I'm lying......confused attracted to the lore of war not sure if its in truth i sit
pondering if i at all had the chance to do it again
would i decide to stay alive with the lies or would i suicide again....
a bit short in my morale ...not at all like suicide for them , them
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It don’t matter, dunne, wherever you from, the ghetto or slum/
the level of bum, the devil or sun, rose petals and plums/
the rebel has come to revel in rum, bass, treble and drums/
he cleverly runs from thoughts of what he’d never become/
and where he fell from cuz he once was an angel of light/
while Michael tangled in fights he’d brighten different angles of night/
the Father called him Lucifer even before He molded Jupiter/
before the Deluge was brung, before the birth of Methuselah/
he was a seraphim, director of cherubim that carried him/
on chariots that blazed through the stars of the planetarium/
that’s a long way to fall, sprawled on the floor over a flaw/
he answered vanity’s call, now he instills humanity’s gall/
he strikes my heel, he bites my skin and he fights my will/
when nights is still he’s plottin on knights that he’d like to kill/
life is real, and so is Beelzebub, but hella love I felt above/
R.I.P.’s to fellow thugs who excelled in love but still fell to slugs...
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that was nice P. Picasso
short freestyle
yo, I'm just itching to kill, loving the thrill
javelin throwing at your wig, pay my bills
the catalyst, sucker mc's just get dissed
up until now you never missed
but recently things got very different
gone are the days of props, your reputation is irrelevant
see, I stop half way through my torture
let reality soak in like the blood on your shirt
I'm not counting stacks, just a body count ugly
and take the entire bucket of lost and found goodies
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Welcome to the era, of fear, panic and terror/
where the daughter’s of Sarah must call the pallbearers/
where life is now a deadly contest of conquest/
earth’s surface is a convex covered wit projects/
the next prospects: the EQ Establishment/
consequences disasterous, killa clans came cancerous/
been examined by analysts, famished from cannibas/
dyin from cancer sticks but resurrected in Nazareth/
ascended to send the Spirit in the form of holy lyrics/
New Jerusalem will appear once the whole world will hear it/
here it is, near it is the thumbprints of the one Prince/
Picasso in the booth and the truth in yo circumference...
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Angels left in the dust, i'm speaking English while blazin' a dutch
Popped the cherry of "Virgin Mary", sippin' booze from a bloody plastic cup
Rode the "highway to heaven" just to bust a holy nut
Got myself a gun singin' the "Sopranoes" theme playin' rush n' rullet(what)
It's a smif n' wessun i obtained from boot camp, love my clique
Gat give emcee's head, when it lickshots to ya dicks
Walk a whole "8 mile" spitting a new Eminem dis
" lose yourself" before confrontation wit me or catch a kiss from the clip
u rappers speaking pussy like u had jay-z lips
There's no "reasonable doubt" me and my tribe get in ya ears like q-tip
No Dj with a clue will ever cop this exclusive
Lord just forgiveness no excuses why i have "sex in the city"
My mafia is full of juniors that listen to Biggie
Test this witty ninja and like a babies dirty diaper shit'll get shitty
Fuck making the band i make badboys hip-hop stans like Diddy
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yo Son Real Quick Let Me Spit Venomous Flow Gather Your Soul Gain Control Got A Hold Of That Microphone Mind Blown In My Zone Left Alone Freestyle Like A Cyclone Spinning Words Of the Middle Eye You Die I Dive In On Lands You Circum The Rapture Rap Pure Yall Aint Sure About Yourself Feel Pressure Lessons For Better Yo Trumpets Gain Momentom Light Hits The Scene 4 Trumpets
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where im from
no 1 carries a gun
we small town folk
but i aint no cow poke
i live in montana
billings, the skies r yellow as a banana
the pollution is tragic
in the city of magic
but i love big sky
ive never wished i
live somwhere else
i aint got no wealth
n dont wish ta have any
id be happy with a penny
im jus sayin i stay true to ma home
this place is beautiful jus look below
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below the surface hides the darkness of a stained soul
out of the hole i make it rain bro, let the brains blow
on the pavement scattered grey matter from skulls shattered
these is bustin regardless of repercussion, it dont matter
nihilistic, ballistic projectiles eject while yall hit the deck
cold blooded like reptiles, i pull a tek and yall bitches jet
wipe smiles off happy mothafuckas faces, with bullets replace em
with a fuckin hollow hole for a mouth now what yall sayin
we dont care bout your skin or to what god you will be prayin
or the set that you be claimin... in the ground u will be layin
for playin with this lil pimps emotions youll sleep wit the worms
another john doe noone know, nothin but burns, head to toe
yall aint know? test the best with no vest and get messed
the fuck up, then cut up, found your head, wheres the rest?
i aint tellin just swellin domes from lettin chrome breathe
scary ass bitch, yaint nothin, just another trick, up my sleeve
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Mic check, mic check, one two one two/
I’ll perfect the art of war but I ain’t Sun Tzu/
I intend to start a war if my dreams come true/
in my youth I found a portal can’t no mortal jump thru/
I delve thru dimensions that’s formerly unmentioned/
immersed myself in scripture, gave attention to ascensions/
like Enoch, any book I encountered I would read it/
dreamin of leavin earth in a burst like the phoenix/
became well-read, studied long on my bedspread/
fasted for days, I was only fed by the bread/
of my affliction, still I read the right inscriptions/
followed where my soul led insteada my addictions/
findin truth as a youth caused me such conniptions/
read Hebrews and Christians, Indians, Egyptians/
novels or nonfiction, everyday when imprisoned/
too many in prison look for God but find religion/
I found a mission, to swim in hidden reservoirs/
literature galore, soaked in many breathless shores/
quote the Raven Nevermore, stories of mice and men/
with at least a few pages is how many nights’d end/
chapter after chapter, until I reached the final/
many writings are vital, but none will rival the Bible/
I’m liable to trifle wit most historical oracles/
stories of warriors, and reports wrote on porticos...
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ill cutt ya in two
quick ta stick a ginsu
in u
ive been thru
a lot of shit
n caught a lot of it
but i gotta stick
to it
sit thru it
n pursue it
my dreams im chasin
they tell me im wastin
my god damn time
cuz i drop rhymes
that would cost a dime
but ive got mine
u jus cant see it
or believe it
i peice it
all together this puzzle of life
ive been strugglin in this fight
cuz some peices r broken
n im chokin
with my own hands roun ma neck
ive neva earned tha respect
of ma peers
they dont use ears
n they listen with eyes
cristened in lies
i wish this system would die
feedback?
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ayo, when I was younger I searched
fucked up skeletal like your mother was punched
even without mental been ugly since birth
first of the month kid cause my money hurt
while the rich get richer and dumber I sob
I'm just a kid that quit his summer job
not even in school, not like I got an excuse
daily I fill the cup, sit back, relax, and abuse
denying my problems to every man
spitting out my soul cause rehab tastes real bland
and I've been dead, don't give me any nonsense
giving up cause the fake, I make paper stacks out of cents
smoke some weed time to time, not really my style
like LeBron James stay above many men getting wild
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Yo. yo.
It's genocide when Gin's inside my system..
So for opposition to make me a victim that's an impossible mission..
Lyrics be off the cross..double-cross me prepare for crusifixion..
Besides rhymes..touch mines.. it'll be teeth ya spittin'..
Listen or die..before u get hit pissed like Ricky when the boy n' the hood drive-by..
Lines are land-mines..nines be nickel plated..
Enemies get regulated..those that hate it kiss my ass constipated..
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I pulled back the undecorated sheath
indescretely revealed a rusty yet effective blade underneath
engraved in Crete
sever knavez necks where their headz and vertebrae meet
with blessed adoration lick a shot from the chapel
hittin temptation then satan gets dropped from the shrapnel
I leave gory mysteries, “homicide or suicide??”
Hattori Hanzo stories applied til no one knowz who died
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from the anticipation of the set
alien visitation destination x files in its text
in a sense , absorb light sabers - sword ignite paper then its penned
for the course , enter mission and record what I said
transformation , no i transform nations
over the speaker hypnotize PA systems limit mine
perform sayings , daily routines confuse these ignored phrases
a pure statement , no cracks or lines that gorge precept
the bars i heave ho flow conducive to need no re-set
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motha fuck
im stuck
outa luck
gotta feelin in ma gut
that i aint neva gonna make it
i take my mind n shape it
see n smell life style but cant taste it
guess ya could say im on some fake shit
ive got my own style, emo rappin
while others rap bout getin mo stackin
they say theys fly n the shit
while im sayin im just pile shit
all vile n thick
i define grit
feelin exiled wanna quit
....and im spent haha
