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Ay yo,
I drop mc's like drug highs they sunken smoking skunking
In whatever chamber top bunking
Like certain steroids used for bulking
Me looking like the hulking
The work-out king knocking em' out the ring
Just doing my regular thing
Wearing my ring bagging some birdz that sing
Knowledge is what I bring
Pour it on em' like gin-sing
Then roll out like scrolls flipping pages of the book I ching
:cool:
number of victims I bring in sick like macking at a HIV clinic
just don't play, start spraying at me feel the most venomous
rocket scientists just don't begin to fathom the truth
Superman don't even try to change shit in the phenom's booth
bringing a butter knife cause it cuts through butter dummy
me an your wife after the surplus an what you really need
see the lights flashing thinking its the police on your cell
just warriors hammering at you like SWAT at your door bell
all I could think of while not thinking about it
to the floor u fell
face first from the force of the magnum slugs
draggin thugs cross the pavement leg chained 2 a pickup truck
i dont give a fuck so im not the one to be testin bitch
u stay professin pimp, that why i shoot this gun at yo fuckin dick
leave u wet and beggin, confessin u was portrayin
too late bitch, im aimin these weapons and yes im gon spray em
hittin these bitchs chests and then im gon lay em in riverbeds
these slugsll rip yo lil vest bitch so fuck if i hit yo head
weak fucks all dip when they see this mass murderer comin
say u run whatever but a mufucka never heard of u, youngn
thats why im gunnin, stoppin pulses, leavin u convulsin
blow holes in yall heads, have u breathin like some dolphins
leavin u in coffins is the end result by any fuckin means
yall shakin like some fuckin fiends, runnin and duckin beams
this pistol hit u then its sweet dreams bitch call me the Sandman
damn man, yall gotta learn better than to fuck with my game plan
BITCH!!!
Bust they lip if they trip
Never slip when I empty my clip
Best bet is they dip or else I flip
The script like clothes getting ripped
Bitches getting wipped with my flows well equipped
Packaged in envelopes before shipped
Leave mc's in ditches hitting switches no grabbing my riches
Getting high with brooms like witches
Pulling down my briches hoes granting my wishes
Or else in your kitchen I'm braken dishes
Leave you swimming with the fishes
:cool:
Rhyme'in diamonds, leavin vanilla ice cream cone mics
King of local pimps, crime wit lions, we'll loan dikes--
--but, minimum six hundred, for the straight fuckin
And most hoes'll break u off fifty prolly, for fake lustin
Big shake u off, fuck around an rip his cape off
It grow back like spawn's, attacks like pawns--
--out door concerts, rap on lawns, we pac macs like con's
Shake'in cough, wake'in up, blunts in my night stand
Fell asleep wit bullets in my left, an the gun in my right hand
Front wit my right hand man, we run the masqurade
Were kids is breakin church windows, make'in the pastors fade
Run this, like the "city of god", pull out on dumb shit
Walk, then jog, to trip up the perps that you "run" wit
Leave enemies internally slit so blood squirt like salvia if they try to spit
Mic surgeon leaving em' ripped then torn before I split
Take their possessions like seizures or having a fit
They suffering more than a little bit
I sat at tables where generals sit
Discuss business like who's next to take a trip
Outta here take em' there tight grip
Like mic cords that dangle I strangle them from every angle
Twist thoughts like hair tangle
Beat em' over the head with a banjo it takes two to tango
Move before they do squash em' like a mango
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imprint in your brain like yao traces..
drips down your throat and chest if you fuccin play with it..
face it nicholas cage, travolta face lifts..
spark shells carry cases, catch grass shavings.. ( john deere movement )
illusions, of status achieved conclusions, turn losers in to lizards cousins..
cocasion, nd tropics, runners jus wash em..
always doin the laudnry, open bars like mafia connections..
got my own fam and we feed the workers..
make the call and the boys now never heard off..
broken telephone for the coppers on the other end though..
this cant get no higher, ive left the mic on fire,
i inspire, punks admire, try acquire their desire,
the tools required to make me perspire
only a fool would try,
coz money cant buy,
the skills you need,
to spit rhymes like these
so leave it to the master, avoid a disaster,
an mc now then a victim after,
the confrontation that sees the negation,
of all in the nation who share my vocation
ill keep you waitin, while im creatin,
theres no mistakin, im hot like satan.
and if i can see him, in my coliseum,
thumbs down, hes beaten, to the mausoleum
thats my career,
year after year,
ill be at the frontier
with no one near,
the loud crowd cheers,
i rhyme severe,
my peers fear,
what i let them hear,
so it should be clear,
whenever i appear,
im one class above 'em like a chandelier
Phantom face-less.. performin' bantom face-lifts../
In granny's basement.. jacked a slave-ship with hungry scissors/
Stabbed the brave kid with lovely clippers, the muddy wizard/
Fed his body to hungry lizards, than dead is mommy in a ugly blizzard/
Took the mask off, couldn't stand Hell's heat/
Woke up from my dream to reality on Elm Street/
Aint punk, but I do like Sex and Pistols/
Techs and widows, love skunk in blunts, chess and pit-bulls/
Abrupt Cuz..
WnD Fucks Sluts with Innocent Looks..
Correct Measurment's..... and even More Inn-o-cen-c-e!
da Waist and Butt ...looks like a Buff-et Spe-cial!
Turnin Battle-zones to Catacombs, u got da Saddest Flow's!
this aint a Magic Show but your gonna Vanish...So...
u shoun't Challenge the Baddest Folks! da Captain's of da Boat!
Champ's And Thats All She Wrote!
PIR
send your cults and worshipers, I don't listen
monopolize the Church, a kid on a mission
don't waste my time trying to collect a petty million
born one out of a few billion so I start killing
its the crude one, snap bones, just one individual
rip out belly buttons suck out whats edible
the annihilator, chomping on the helpless like a alligator
writing methods outta line like using blank paper
all I got
"Safe" Capers.. get my Pain Reversed....Quote:
Originally Posted by bizzlez
Only Gain..From the Alien Agent's..
in the Matrix MainFrames they Decay'd by da Decade's Ages!
Destined for Greatness! Break Records and Make Chapter's & Pages!
Casper u Faggots! no more Ameatur Contestants Adequate for Qualification!
Qualify at my Pinnacle, a Lil Sinner in Sin City Sinnin by the Minute!
ya'll some BACKWARDS ass Frogs that go Ribbit! tear ya ass to Ribbons!
Once u Feel the Hand of Riddick! the Last hope 4 Humanity's Wishes!
quickest wit rhymes and freestyles, all the while constucting bars,
counting stars that i see round way, to do what i love and get payed,
thats the dream to make more cream that even banks seen,
fiend of the music use it to my advantage, just cant stand it,
that im good wit words combinations you aint heard,
herb i dont smoke or toke a blunt, dont stunt or front on me,
a real killa mc, from Shaolin to the BH10 even then I cant be beat,
wit fists or the power of speach, teach littles ones how to flow,
hear my shit and they know, but thats the end cause i gots to go...
(edited :misspelt toke)
Liquid Lines, Sniffed ...like Crystal Meth..
Except.. This Is the Time to use the Added Steps..
u Had to Ad-vance then Back-Track ya Last Action Packed..
Caption ya got Casted in..once they see ur Lack of Talent Kid..
u'll be another "Tom Hanks" and get the next Part in Casted Away!
slippin the clip in cock it back aim at yo head and blast away
yo mouth wrote a check and now its time fo yo ass to pay
but u cant cash it with bastids that get drastic and splat shit
savage wit automatics thatll have ya vanish like magic
damage ya static with fo fo's no hoes can be jackin me
gonna tear u a new ass like prison homos we packin heat
im factually pimpin smackin u women wit a sack of deez nuts
u bitches screwin around i guess u had to be fucked
g'd up with the heat what aint playin clown im sprayin rounds
shoot em up, track em down, the MAC is bound to lay em down
aim at ya crown, act like u king of shit and catch a clip
u messin wit a specialist, kill yo whole mufuckin set and shit
dip off in yo hoopty ride, dick up in yo hootchie slide
commit homicide then chop em then Bin Laden and hide
ride out in a garbage fag, for that shit that u started fag
yaint no rough neck, slash yo soft neck to make yo hard head sag