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perplexin perceptionists wit thoughts of predicate predators//
vex'd-wit intellegence-stalk-amongst-tha-editors//
chalk'd up tha medics could only do so little//
niggas musically are fake like sum "fools gold fiddle's"//
my-platoon-flow-riddles that b quizmical 2 most//
i "dead" mc's ...the sense is literal-they-ghost//
my pen initiates poolz of jewel spit that upendz and deadz foolz
many bitch men hate and headz end up lead-filled from mega-toolz
attack with raps? – I’ll clap back like george w at iraq and ja rule
the coalition boxed zarqawi and saddam but osama played you
yokohamaz on hondaz made in Oklahoma waz the industry that made you
gas clashes’ll make mutual of Omaha and nasdaq loochi crash like compact daewooz
advantage on the block like crooked cops and shaq – i’ll damage you like kmd and jeru
style’z wild and classical – leave you wet like dondi sprayed you
flow got a bright future like barak obama and oguchi onyewu
taylor made to fade you
digital bullets stay true and go deep like bobby abreu
otb, sleep and v iz like malcom, Mohandas k. Gandhi and nehru
"Tha Golden Rule"...throwin an immortal in-mix//
mindstate rates triple-6, so im slicin ya wrist//
fist-2-temple...disciples catch punchlines from pencils//
keepin my rhymes tensile, enemies breed wit stencils//
im at work, so i'll b back on this piece l8r y'all. Pe@cE n Respect due
sharks munch rhymez i harpoon plunge their mental
one at a time spongebob buffoonz enter the lagoon cement-shoed
Aye yo,
Marvel martian in the chrome spaceship flossin'
Ice cold beer sipper, in the winter stone cold like Steve Austin
Thowing extra terrestrial gang signs
Battling earthlings with international intergalatic lines
Sign of the times, your goverment building spacestations
Stick to ya'll earth recreations, our secrets are ancient
Our ancestory known by your ancestors, space ships found vacant
Our language written on crops, our corps under ya'll investigations
Invest in facing ya'll humans planet soon to become ruins
Dooming ya future, revelations relavent to ya'll bible scriptures
Taking pictures of ya societies, and varities of atrocities..trial rippers
Send ya light that'll put ya ahead of ya years
Our bitches look weirder than the bald headed version of Britney spears
yo JTS in hiz own universe he got your style in ruinz
still e pluribus unum grew from the verse like a huge bruin
wild for the night when the wicked east wind blew
OTB iz a beast I keep a strict lyrical sinew
Live and uncut we raise hell like the smell of a mutt
Run ya chips before the clips get in ya butt
Living it up with a rich chic, even if she look like a duck
If we walk the streets i'm putting a mask on the slut
In the cut cutting heads up, blood soaking my white-t
Mc's walk it out crippled, brains blown to bloody ripples
Freestyles official..the artificial's are superficial
My super-fists move like Tyson in his prime duels
Blood-pools full of lady hairs, we was fucking there
I stay getting pussy even in my nightmares
yo OTB and JTS lionhearts in white teez
when night starts we back in black like AC/DC
wet irrelevant foolz like Pavlov'z dog'z drool
next intelligence jewelz like Kasparov and Deep Blue duelz
checkmate yo
slightly blowed, might be throwed, yet im fresh off work//;)
7/11 clerk bringin ruck to heavens and earth//
2nd job as camp counselor smokin an ounce of herb//
quick as verbs form storms, disintegratin' ya nerves//
lol 5:30pm and im drunk & blazed as fuk...pretty funny...:b
crumble trees, then roll it like tumbleweeds//
simple principles, so listen: stay cleansed of all seeds//
if you want k-i-d's at some point in ya life//
remember pass the cinderollo 2 ya left or ya right//
perfect direction at tha jumpoff, if one coughs, then say "Soft"//
cuz they don't got tha lungs 2 run wit sunz in tha loft//
stayin on high, say goodbye to blue skies... tha room is clouded//
double enshrouded wit tha knowledge, V is NEVER doubted//
"Antagonyst", or "Verseatyle": a villain wit no ego//
creep slow thru dojo's, throwin' critical blows//
knock you off ya ten-toes, blades shreddin' ya clothes//
blood-n-bone fragments from nose, know ya feelin' tha flows//
in-militant-pose,im thinkin like a pro mad stra-tegic//
these niggas spits b in tha stone age our raps-math-collegiate(sp?)//
infact-cats-so-fiendish from the rythms we release//
theres track marks from tha pens we use an dope inside the beats//
Im waist deep in heaps of adversaries teeth who cease 2 slay tha beef...//
then free tha beast that keeps emcees in an eternal sleep...//
blow up ya Jeep like frequent freaks-in-heat wit verbal skeet...//
don't meet dafeet(defeat) Im rockin' cleats 2 crush ya fuckin' fleet...//
^^crumble treez then roll it like tumbleweedz -illmatic!!
fill philliez til i'm mashed out like billy danze and fizzy womack
sess got me blowed like a dizzy gillespie jazz solo throwback
soul on ice like ras kass and eldridge cleaver
OTB nuttin nyce yo pass the mic and the receiver
strikin' ya femur...splice-n-divide ya pipe-dreams//Quote:
Originally Posted by OTB
rollin' wit teams who cremate fiends wit ray-beams//
gotta plot-n-scheme...even dyslexics perfect tha title//:list:
mesh wit a rival...pressin' points, strikin' his vitals...//
Villainous...Verseatyle, Antagonyst....//
shatterin' actors, give em' tha back-wards role of Lazarus//
damagin scripts, worse than bombin on ya biblotheque//
im known 2 catch-wreck thru audio decks like battle-mechs//
lol that one was a bit hard 4 some reason...
^antagonyst-lazarus-damagin scripts >props v
friendly game of baseball yall
i throw burnin darts like a young shawon dunston
yo watch me catch wreck like roy campanella and thurman munson
check it - most yall rapperz iz lame like kanye
OTB here to save the game like eric gagne
my stylez 12 thouzand - quad andre
houzin yall foolz i'm the hiphop Godpadre
back to the bench bitch-
high noon bubbling water in the spoon
Add the arm n' hammer, getting money in Cancun
2 rooms in the holiday Inn, me and Big Lynn
Grands we got off extortion, and racketering for fortunes
Threw in the towel, hot spot scorching
Bored when moves can't be made i can't relate
Front row tickets to the percee P show, aww shit we late
Appetite great, hemp brownies baked on the wu plate
let's skate, carrying heat in case fakes in the venue hate
Hardcore acts i cordinate, hit em wit Rocks for Pete sake
Make moves to the stage to display the live spray
Bagged 2 chics on Tuesday, spittin' game like Rae at Camay's
Or like Cap on Maria, i got a love jones for Nia, and Viva
received a text from a diva saying i got next
Before u know it we closer than G. Simone, and Krs
We have mind sex when i'm out of town getting Dead prez
On the celly her ringtone Dedication by R. kelly
Love her like cooked food i put in my belly
My wisdom Shelly, keep her warmer than a Pelle pelle
Love-juices splashing naw.. it's K-Y jelly
Love her cus' she never smelly downtown
Nailing her holes my mini-hammer pounds, orgie sounds
strictly cheeba and G-13 in my circumference
plus I’ll slap up the wack leaderz of that G8 conference
got optimal herb level chopped in the Optimo
tropical-red optical no sleep from moppin hoez
yo pop this green got me going like a Boeing F-15
flowing boldly and seeing thingz yo what doez this mean-
^yo J.T.S. i got next and simone and krs
respect for that dart!
be screwin country bumpkins/
u could call me fuzzy lumpkins/
let me tell ya somethin/
last night it was yo girl i was fuckin/
git mad wanna fight blow u away with my bucket n/
i can drink nikoli like its nothin/
like bruce lee i can kick it/
i aint no biggot/
im little like migdet/
but gotta big dick u can lick it/
till the ball bags empty/
thats right im an emcee/
from the big M-T/
so hatas ive got plenty/
i could take a penny/
n turn it into a bundle/
13 when i learned ta hustle/
sellin rock like barney rubble/
YABBA DABBA DOO!/
a mans gotta do/
what a mans gotta do/
quick ta stab a foo/
or ill disinagrate u/
with ma p-3-52/
space modulator/
used ta dress in all black like darth vadar/
now im lookin like a wanna be gangster/
gotta platinum chain thats faker/
than me/
throwin up 3/
for the E/
despite all the meth/
im lockwood to my deth/
n the only way ill breathe my last breath/
will be cuz i shoved a katana deep in my chest/
^ill drop grasshop
thanx QTBQuote:
Originally Posted by OTB
Articulate with the spits that shit on bubblegum cliques
Move on these M.T.V. kids, in the real world they'd get hit
Chastised wit whips that rip flesh from skin
My blood hot boiled like i was Mexican
I represent slugs sent, special delivery to ya kin
Minds a monument, meant to live out the moment
Letters written in bold print
these artists getting raped like they worked for Tempts
Test my temperment, and you'll be dead like made to order shrimp
At red lobster, above the clouds shadowboxer
Got cha' quoting quotations i'm making
Rather eat a bloody cunt than a piece of bacon
I'm unknown like Lil waynes ghostwriter but still leave ya shaken
Raking in the dough, jealous ones envy me not Fat Joe
yo jts called me qtb
he must be tessin me tryin to see if i can free
style the triple five soul bubblegoose hide chrome device
known in cypherz to let loose presice
yo i drink so much yo its troublin
my piss got more sudz than pubz in dublin
flow like a scott la rock scratch from the past yo
then glow like a glass of scotch on the rocks from glasgow
staggered my car careened outside the bar
no five-0 static me a star like kareem jabbar
flow go ova ya head
h ha what up jts-
^^jealous onez envy me not fat joe see
yo keanu couldnt hold me
i maneuver boldly in dolby
like kobe, lebron, alonzo and manu ginobili
slowly roll the stogie i cant shinobi the vocal soberly
nobly hold the globe while you hoez sob uncontrollably-
OTB drop bombz mobbin like congo and rwanda soldierz g
then stomp sod like ghengis khan’z mongolz across the gobi
zealous fun thats friendly
jealous onez still envy
i want sumthin fo lo dolla/
piss warm cheap vodka/
talkin bout that skoal, nikolai, or kamchatka/
they make all the wood rats holla/
in lockwood we pass the half like a blunt/
2 pulls then ya done/
pass the bottle to the next in-d-un/
drink till i cant see/
what the hell in front of me/
oh shit its time to go to i.o.p./
PEACE
think i might of failed my piss test
i could give a shit less
o well jus anotha 6 months
god i hate this govament
i jus realized that this freestyle sux
imma post it anyways i dont give a fuck
well shit i hear the sandman callin me
imma go fall in ma bed n catch sum Zs
PEACE , ILL SEE AROUND LIKE A DOUGHNUT
i'll put a snipers scope on vocalists that script tha doper shit//
from any coordinates im focused wit tha hit that boulder-splits//
i earth-shift...wit rhymes that cast ya conscious adrift//
my lyrical gift is like the Oceans vs. Cannons & Ships...//
i'm chizeled
yall sh-t ham and lemonade
fu-k a drizzle
i make it rain hand grenadez in cavalcadez
your famz dismayed cuz you slit like a vic in a Japaneze Animae
spit man-made darts but you just met the GOD today
who'se feelin' hard today?...I'll smack ya muthafuckin' face off//
in-a-"Face-Off"...then call u soft when blood's in ya cough//
lol lil mid-morning aggression. my bad? lmao!
damn yo-
v slappin faces while we early mornin yawn
dont make me do you too like krs did pm dawn
I spend lines coming attractionsQuote:
Originally Posted by OTB
You can count on contractions
I fracture the skulls of rap factions
Do the math like fractions
Twirling my world, killer raps grim
Reaper in the tunnel of darkness funnel
Faster blades thrown butchering butchers
Pushing back the wigs of wig pushers
Super ninja skill, fake emcee frame cooker
Look at my sharp hooks, slicing slicers by the brook
Blood flow crook, whos shooting? Made u look
Know u murdered like Mook, rooks, pawns, and opposition
Get off the mission, impossible to contend wit em
Make rappers choke like Rabbit a.k.a. Eminem
If i die the proof, will be on tape to display my wins
I lived a bizzare life as a koniva that never got record spins
fuck it then, Cheers to you like Obie, drinking wit my poppa dark
Prepared for this new world battle, wit ammo for blood thirsty sharks
True to the heart, assanating crews wit cruising darts
I stay with the iron-man like Tony Starks
^tight jts
sounded like holocaust with a pinch of nas
Good looks
^^yo like holocaust mixed with nas
nastradamus predicted youd be under my auspice
i'm takin emceez and tossin them in moshpits in auschwitz
Aww shit, that was so hot..it's meltin' Noggin's, and leavin em Frost Bit..
ya'll that wanna Talk Shit are da Softest, and got Soft Skin like a Sausage
Switch it up, get da Biggest Cup, then Fill it up, with Liquids Untill it Erupts
when it comes to freestylin', I'm a pro wit da verbal skills/
I'm earnin' bills stackin' from your habit of burnin' crills/
...I'll aim wit da matic, full my finger and squeeze/
and leave your brain full of maggots like Sardinian cheese/
yo if I'm not the nicest out, then who the fuck can it be?/
I'll slay his firstborn, then watch his wife suffer and bleed/
George of the Jungle, the kid stays stuck to dem trees/
got a fetish to rob dealers so don't git snuffed for ya weed/
while on the stip my soldias sold mad coke/
and I can rap about drugs,... but never do because my vocab's dope/
I throw jabs to make an old hag croak/
powerbomb you from the seventh story, end of story,... whole back broke/
the kid is dangerous, uncivil mischillaineous criminal/
derranged psychopath, the rifle blast aimed for ya general/
I feel sorry if you broke and have to pay for the medical/
but hey, that's what you get assisting aid to the federals!!
most high nobility
upon entry i expect correct receptionz
posess ability to host next century extra sensory perceptionz
top delegate to crack open your delicate coconut
yall baggage handlerz cant manage the loco vandler'z nasty vocal cut
phat like a knocked-up chicks belly past term
pass the mic i rock old school like bird and jamal mashburn
infected-wit facts-germs are metaphorical for my spit//
lines form within the sky'z no editorial-2-write-wit//
memorial-hybrid like pac an pun combined as 1//
"beware" of my "ambitions 2 ride" its do or die son//