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last edited my rhymes like the imperfect mc, impeach his ass like jack but he's full of terror cut'n at your mental tree. Smoke the leaves and leave your mental behind, ass hole I ment your fucking mind once its intertwined. Word of advice man kind must settle for one goal, cause we can't be have'n niggas killed and cut into pieces get'n thrown off my fishing pole.
Status is boss, carry the cross, Black Jesus using teeth floss
I axe rap cats and make their chickens check they pulse
In every street brawl iv'e been the victor, no losses or draws
Leave slices on ya chest like Dr. Claw, wit cha' lady lickin' the balls
By street cats i'm called Jaws, eating mc's i have no flaws
Never abided by laws, i sleep on rap sheets
Always hungry, emcee's running still i track meat
Call some emcees nectar cause they rap sweet
Used to sell crills out a black jeep, know i break beats
If ya peeps looking through a peep-hole
Watch me put a hole in ya peeps
Above the law like the mob, my mental wells run deep
Mc's get uppercuts while writing hooks in rap books, rock em' 2 sleep
^nice drop j.t.s
yo you iznt sh-t
you’ve dropped a million miscuez
I’m willin to bitch you with 2 cocked fifths or precision fist-lock Brazilian jiu-jitsu
you A bay bay bad boy making the band gay
my get rich spit stay majestic like Adewale Akinnuoye-Agbaje
Good looks
Niggas flee when i celebrate death's anniversary
Suicide bombers worship me for the bombing done verbally
Chics crave my sausage, but if she bite it i'm knocking out the bitches teeth
Ain't nothing good but the grief i give to each and every pussy i eat
These vagina spitters need to tighten they craft versus me
My words conceived receive positive feedback universally
I'm like lee bruce, or Jet take a pick, i kick scripts, rhyme-fu manuscripts
It's obvious u rap stans can't stand up after u get hit
ladies dissing me cause of my odor, bitch u said i'm the shit!
Words deminish spirit and thought
energy gets slowed and caught
conducting foolishness of all sort
amplify ignorance for sport
what matters if a man is short
and his lady friend agrees and retorts
hurting his soul empty a bowl
it's been a while so my pen is cold
excuse me universal energies for sin
if only i could take it back to where it all begin
yo Spit One Real Quick you Forfiet
your Reign Fell So Long My Magic Spell Awaits Patience Emcees Stay Stagnate To Which Implies Your Fake Parton The Interuption My Verbal Repacussions Your Team Awaits My Punches Fucking Animal Savage Crazy Fanatic Islamic Crater Cause Devastation To Public
I'll make your fat mommy scrub my draws and fry me a steak/
see I'm the mothafuckin' man, there's no denyin' I'm great/
better anti up the loot or catch the nine to ya face/
got beef?!?,....pick the time and the place/
I roll wit lions and apes that won't hesitate to slit that throat/
catch you slippin' in the bathroom tryin' to sniff that coke/
put a hand around your neck until you gag up and choke/
stab you wit the other, no doubt, you stagger and croak!!
one hand squeeze your neck til you look like a heineken bottle
other hand squeeze the tec-9 original swedish model
yo god you dont want beef
OTB bring heat like gaza and mazar e sharif
yo Son From That Coke Got My Throat Feeling Numb The Weed Bundles I Carry Half Pound Smoke To None
of Yall Carry More Wieght Then The Shit I Carry Over The Hill Yall Fall Off The Cliff With One Hit Off That Spliff
too Much To Hang With
im Awesome My Dick Full Of Meat So If Ya Girl Want Beef
its All U Can Eat
told Her How Would You Like A Hot Dick Up Your
anal Passage Semen Streams
melt Them Guts Like Acid Bitch
haha Naw Playen Wit It
forsaken n crazy
shakin a baby
u makin me angry
wit ya nice style
hit ya wita knife i'll
put a cross trekers logo on ur face
cuz im po' in filled with rage
sick n deranged
thick pile of disgrace
i hate myslef
but i hate u more
ya gay whore
after ur dead ill hardly get paid
for lettin ya body get raped
i hurt myself today
ta see if i still feel
my own father taught me how to steal
impregnated a bitch but its no big deal
only thing thats real
is the pain
cutt myslef deep wita blade
ya might say im completely insane
put salt n lemon on the open wound
its my fault mine n others lives is ruined
gonna drink till i dont what the fuck im doin
gotta an emipre of dirt
n its all i'm worth
im jus glad i found out that i can still hurt
glide on tracks like Kobe glides on courts
Bring the ruckus to ya forts, put opposition on life support
Mc's praise this lord clearing spots with my mighty sword
Bored breaking boards with these hands
Ride on ya fam, my la-familia gets grands running check scams
Put the livest rivals under the ocean with the clams
Face masked for the cams, after we slam
We jet before were thrown in the slammer
rockin crowds like Carlos Santana
Militant mannerisms, toking izm
Check this experts expertism
jizzin' on ya women, living live
The pussies mine once i get inside
plus she prefer my size over yours
So walk out the door
u don't wanna go 2 war over a whore
The more aggression shown
the faster this wessuns blessing ya dome
I'm pretty like Tone, running streets like Capone
For the love of money i'll break a thugs thuggish, ruggish, bones
that add in messed my flow up my bad
the Connor Macloud of this faction
there can be only me now i see ya reactions
this ain't end game this my time for more fame
cutting head of these unknown lames
i came saw an conquered blew trumpets and all sort
to signal the arrival and saw mc's abort
i play long ball home run hitter wit every swing
im the reason of the season ladies start to sign
all hail the rock you country crooks stop sucking cocks
Wu-tang forever all other Clans plain out suck!
Barry Bonds don hold gats like bats
bomb songs and wack tracks
i shoot a nigga KillGod is the realest
dead men peel shit
have gus lookin like banannas
i fucks wit niggas sportin a bandanna
and i aint talkin bout juelez santanna
i just blam blam em
right on the spot face get rocked
glock under the long shirt
u flirts get hit up skirts and put in the dirt
im back on the block socks ffulla yay
glued to the avenue thats where i stay
niggas gotta pay like a toll
crack they melon felon like doctor scholls
outta town money u niggas coppin clown money
how that sound dunny
fry u like an egg have you up sunny
have ya nose blood runny
nuttin in the streets stun me
gat got a body on it
old shit got the tommys on it
my dick i got the mami's on it\
tuesdays a bitch fresh shipment all of it gotta go
wednes days chickens gotta hoe
cuppa joe sugar rush then go slow
mami drop it to the flo some mo
i murda da rest, wit rusty swordz thru da chest, skampoe like rambo 2 journey da quest, any emcee dat get fresh, gon feel a million razorbladez in da form of sum mesh, fabrick, or get hit in da back of the knee wit da eslatick, of his queenz un mentionablez, my stylez iz untangiblez, over the balcony im hangin crewz, wit da mic cord wraped tight on dey neck, just cuz i heard sum bout gettin sprayed wit da teck, burying dem in cement blocks way unda da deck, gimme a sec, 2 gather my thought, da sparrow was sought, outta da sky, by da eye, of the hawk. fuck
murderous rythm's im like a german shepard learnin 2 sick em//
burnin-wit-wisdom enter the tournement resurfacin victims//
they head b on the choppin block waitin for pain 2 inflict-them//
villianous kiss of metal tips heavenly lift em//
J.T.S. is deeper than the diggin' the scientists do to find ancient artifacts
Ladies love me in the sack, cause from the back i make it clap
Fuck giving you a high 5, how about 5 slaps
Don't get it twisted like my unbraided naps
Relax before ya jacked, and i'll have ya jill slingin' crack
Just kidding but the lines i'm spitting uglier than shabba, and Craig Mack
Been rhyming since way back when Hammer used to rap
And these new jack got a nerve to praise this jiffy pop rap
Not on my grizzly today
word
i resurrected the art of death by spilling the blood of all my rival sets
painting whats lost in translation concerning now tidal threats
and till its heard i submerge beneath the sea of knowledge
to creep closer to my enemies retreat
so all those foes will bleed in honest
exposing the lies like the holes in comets
forcing the misdirection of alibi's
tell me can you see the farthest?
friends on the edge of lines that define the weakest targets
so i align my gauge
for protection my weapon has its own aim
and to lesson pressure i hold range
beside being ready to die , i hand them a vest with old stains
cos this battle been decided by the mc'
moving conscious obliterating those tempt me..
peace 2 da west, east side niggaz shoot thru vests, 4 stealing da eggs, up outta my voltures nest, who won test, this lirical emcee in a cypha, e honda street fightah, dodgin da bullets of da best qualified snipah, skampoe n jigsaw, be da raw, fangs on a vipah.
my bunker rest on a sharp crest of a hill, stiff index finger poked a hole thru da seal, of da scroll, dat read skampoe, commin off witcha soul, if i know, u hold, a large amount of that doe, yo, i kickin da doe, yellin at da top of my lungz 2 ''get low'', fuck u think i brung, dis gun here foe, this aint no show, n tell, this how we doit where da fucks i dwell, i meassure chunks of yo flesh on da scale, call up hannibal lecter n tellem whut i got 4 sale, betrail, in my camp shit aint even tolerated, 4 dat, we pull back, da slide of da gat, so much it masturbated.......
Syndrome of the chrome microphone clutch/
Spinning on the canvas, the gladiators crushed/
Touched by the blow of death, gutted the guts like a dutch/
Rush the opposition, play em like a card game royal flush/
Deluxe verse, in the vicinity emcee's hit the dirt/
Move wordplay, moving like stray slugs, atomic impacts the earth/
Shoot first fam, guardian angels, at every angle on ya land/
Traveling man, your wit the village of the dammed, once the plane lands/
I walk out and get grizzly, tearing terrorists to shreds quickly/
Simply no complex, on a quest to perplex pussies, duels in the duplex/
Sue me after they get suplexed, for dissing me in-direct/
i bore em/
in the forum/
ma score,1/
theirs, 5/
i survive/
n strive/
i work/
in dirt/
thru hurt/
so i can jerk/
their attention/
achieve rhyme perfection/
maybe theyll mention/
ma name/
give fame/
admitt game/
but for now im jus strange/
mold the world like silly puddy
a clean act, these rap bitches straight dirty
while these internet MC's short I just reboot
faggit rappers acting like they got the boot
talking about drugs, money and so on greedily
they ain't ready for a reform, plus shit ain't steady
talking about diamonds radiating like supernova
wordplay catch you off guard like an Iverson cross over
try and catch this fleeing rap world criminal
the old and new feel me like my testaments Biblical
sit back and relax, feel me like you should
asking can you while I can answer that cause its good
while the real kats spit it to my face not pretending
most people assembling talking shit through text messaging
they can't stand the fax like an e-mail
these type easily fail as I take the role of alpha male
imma bad rapper
u could say im ass backwards
i used to go to skool, sag dickie jeans
n bag sticky things
sell em to mad richy pheends
im sick in the dome
u could call me poe
edgar that is
when im rappin
u can tell imma white kid
but nobody dun did it like i did
today its birfday
so its a sure thang
im gonna be drinkin pure power
in lil less than 24 hours
fuckin a bitch thats hella sour
turnin 17 today
n yall r old n gray
sportin bifocols
well peace old folks
yo Trumpets Freestyle Worth About Million Yall Weak Catching Feelings after The Fact Taht Ya Wack Emcees Aint Ready For Lyrical Combat You Relapse Callapse Mind Magnefecent On Tracks Ripped Mic Vocals Carry Sound Of War Trumpets enchore
I rock the road, glock on cock, lock n' load
Slap a hoe, my backslaps invincible
Indivisible general, undertaker of souls
Double cross me, get clapped crossing roads
I never owed anyone, like m.o.p. i stick to my gunz
T.h.c. sticks to my lungs, iron-buster on the run
Armies after me are seeking salvation
Style shake em like tremors
Frames are frozen in summer fuck ya begginners
yo Real Quick Yo Yo Freestyle Look Up In The Sky Yo Yo
trumpets Spit Keep The Signs Ahead Caution Nausious State Of Mind Yall Claim Yall Tight Verses Ready And Able Mics Grab Hold Left His Arm Diabled Crash Dummies I Flip Money Outrageous Actions Throw A Hail Mary Pin Point Accuracy Battle Me Through Trentious Strenuous You Gets Bust
The no rehearsal cold dispersal of flows'll hurt chu wit golden virtues/
don't oppose the circle of popes in robes of purple whose flows are fertile/
I float over hurdles, obstacles is just not a topic that I gotta discuss/
I got a distrust for cops that won't stop followin us from dawn until dusk/
that's a lotta disgust, dust to dust, ashes to ashes, Dow average crashes/
kick the asses of fascists, hamlets havin massive rashes of phantomous flashes/
I spot Anakim in mandarin sashes, hashin out plans to vandalize scriptures/
I analyze pictures of Saturn as I strategize on how to dismantle my Swishers...
my poemz start then march with the dark heart of sadistic archery
pullin back darts that arc, hit and constrict sullen martyrz pulmonary arteriez
rhythmic yet bullish artistry that culminates in the full devastation of the devil'z hierarchy
disheveled emceez iz now statistics, my departure from hellish rebelz who revel in anarchy
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
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...
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
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...
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
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
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
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
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...
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
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