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Minorities Be Tha 1st Ppl To Walk The Face Of Da Earth/
After All, We All Have Spiritual Rebirths/
I'm Sayin Dis Jus To Rappin We Da Mecca An Medina/
Racial Profilin, Fo Freestylin, Cops Gave Me A Court Sepina/
An The Insanity Of Bush, Just Hitler, Without The Anti Semitism/
Apocolyptic One Day, If Bush Knows How To Define Judism/
He Dont Care Crackers Look At Me With Fright/
Disgust N Plight, Holdin Crucifixes Out Like Im The Fuckin Antichrist......
Wait What, Its On Sum Shit W/e My Friend Tol Me That One
yea yea I dunno this nigga nitorious but yo .. yo ..Quote:
Originally Posted by N.I.T.O.R.I.O.U.S. G
Spittin off jazz beatz clap MC's rapidly .. who happen to be groupiez.. stupid looniez who rap weak...
I slap theez.. get mad cheeze like dairies.. ma is passive freez iz scary.. ya need some ari..yaz..(areaz)
To hold down cuz mo clownz iz gettin in tha game.. happily destroyin hiphopz flamboyance..
Itz annoyin.. Im deployin mad soldiaz.. be glad I told ya.. cuz itz war.. niggaz buss holez like supanovaz....
PAYCEEEEEEE!
Ya tweaked I shoot ya in the face cuz u weak.
Blood flowin freely like the Grandmasters cd ya leaked/
Saturday night life, 4 am by the porno shop/
Fiends in the back alley, shootin up dead when they body drop/
Shotty pops, ya jump out of ya shorty socks/
Got you in real situations with 3 beers an u goldie locks/
Bold he talks, broken legs jus so now body walks/
Into the courtroom, so I creep like a slyly fox/
Returned from the dead the past the present enough said. Sinner's song speak'n thoughts like a kinky priest, lil kids grin'n back devilsh look satan's beast. Take heed as I spit the lyrical fraction, so you best re-read the links of the chained reaction, extra ending with a fuck you for satisfaction like a mechanical contraption. Fuck tha god concept just another snake in the grass, watered down venomous lyrics tickles like the strap on in his ass. Blasted lyrics cause'n 187's cause I'm trigga happy, turtle style 1/5 of a deadly venomous bite with a nickname like snappy. O.G. bullets marked like an old school casanova, Shout'n "Payceeee!" at the end of his shit verse explosive like a ass blown supernova.
Meditation is mind migration i'm graspin' points without exclamations
Causing exterminations on corny rappers facing demise by my congregation
I'm in tha house like cats on house probation basing darts on education
Lacing tracks racing raps at high speeds my face just flashed by tha human eye
Zoomin' by tha finish line deminished minds need to expand their time pattern
My fingers wear tha rings of saturn on tha carpet flyin' like Alladin
Packin' a gatling clappin' majors for figures til' my venues bigger
Livers are ripped from the frames of tha hottest spitters
I literally liter ya block ninja with a sword that never rusts
Servin' just-us skins stain-less still a problem when i bust
I'm crush-proof Magneto in a vocal booth biggin' up my recruits
We cruise enemy land and execute take-over plans
It's either build, or be killed mentally dead without knowledge you'll never undertand
i got more hot bars than burning taverns, it seems to me u like rupaul cuz u follow the same patterns
i gather up the battered up thoughts in my noggin, and project them towards the public gottem sweatin like they joggin
you got an option of wavin for the cop car, but either way 1 of us gon put u behind bars
its byfar time to mic spar, on guard patna,hit u in ya jaw have u pause when u talk like william shatner
battle stars like galactus, have ya ass patched up, full of patches, thinkin of me pissin ya matress
not contious rappin, gangsta rap niether, jus hittin u wit the lyrical style of the crane tiger
the same rival of the lame braincommercial punk rapper, named afeter to coins aimed for guns to blast em
since im fresh on the scene they tryin to wreck wit my dreams, but ima wipe out everything between ya head and ya feet
yo if yall around come to the battlefield/the dart board
sirens ring daily like clock alarms/ never leave the house with out my lucky charms/ cause on the daily theres someone out there tryin to cause me harm/ gott manz goin crazy locked up in the farm/ Platnuim arms spread like wings to close line snakes/ make way for holy ground stakes/ the wars on in a city near you/ ain't none ya'll hav a clue/ one day we'll all burn white, black, and jews/ a world wide human stew
Fuck a siren cause I'm knowledge'n you with my voice blow'n louder than a coletrane, mine'n the youth with truth intellect rocks dirty socks with painted glocks blast and maintain. Thoughts of spain in my sketches Mr.Davis etches my higher think'n, smell'n like slave pigs after work for the 85's money look'n funny on my lunch break when I'm drink'n. Voice you speak'n better be the one that is heard off some cheap ass dank bud, 10% take bath's walk'n funny with that money that came fresher than a coat of mud.
sharks try'n to rap in here kid, shit's funny. +)
you ain't da bat from gotham,this one gone cost'em,drain you out like da fosset,i'm already nascent,you've lost it,slap da taste out'cha,hold ya chest,think'n you da best,take a rest,cheap azz soap zest,handicap vest,you want last with this test,wait'n fo yo next step,allday done slept,tyr'n crept,time fo my belt,azz on fire melt,unplug ya mike,lil tike,ride ya bike,take a hike,throw ya down a flight of stairs,musical chairs,left out home care,know tire to spare,fuk your stare,too much to bare,blew up ya lair,ain't nothin fair,broke ya snair,prepare,cash'n ya stampz,out the dryer stiil damp,blew ya own amp,go back to fat camp,watch this sneeze,you sleeze,better move at ease,down to your kneez,beg me pleez,you study degreez,pimp pleez,got ya own disease,you mix yo leaves,drink'n erk & jerk,watch him burp,greedy azz slurp,come to my turf,leave you 'n da earth,crawl back to church,sick sound'n smurf,predictions,cause'n inflictions,toolz for my incision,left you bit'z & pieces by precision,yo car got towed from the collision,
As a youngin' my style murdered mc's in isles as spectators bowed and clapped loud
And tha proud who refused to pay homage were left astonished as darts hit garments
The words were fertilizer we became ear-drum farmers tha seeds grew enormous
Even bombers couldn't blow my spot a marks-man shot i'm not a shooter i jus bust a-lot
My fort knocks real shit in tha midst of action un-skilled kids get killed quick in orderly fashion
Tha reason of his un-timely passin' was his god-u flashin' that distured tha peace
I hit tha mark in front of tha beast may his remains feed the worms in tha underground feast
sharks we catch em' in nets stick harpoons in the flesh, and stakes enter chests
Tha death inspectors check the man-slaughter corpse on deck
What was left was a bet tha gambler didn't win so i pulled his card-deck and put tha sword in his skin
nice verse man, respect
inclined by the mind i resite the rhymes to the many
puttin down the arrogance as i speak from a bottle of henny
to the many of the masses try to infiltrate my illusions
but i stand strong and firm rock is solid like the constitution
amending and changing but never facing fading
always on the prowl never disrespecting or hating
style is never ending i change up like pedro martinez
strech out and out like a seventh inning
traditional iterpreter of soul music and rap styles
a temple wu menace who makes every line woth wile
i dial yo number got u exposed and open
soul is hagin out and for reedemption u hoopin
but i wont be stopin killin you softly but awfully bruttal
as the masses still consider me innocent in the tribunal
never two faced i come at the same pace foward and straight
leavin you discumbabulated like the figure 8
also innate knowin from birth that i was ill
and that thru mind and matter i shater i get soul kills