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was almost clipped yesterday by lil duece duece totin fag.../
stomped him half to death u think he was on the rag.../
stuck a strap in my cousins face,
shit got slapped outta his hands an thats when the merciless beat down took place.
fr real i aint lyin, lil nigga tried hittin me with four,
everytime i see the bitch ima drop his ass to the floor.../
we at fuckin war within our community, things is shittyy, oh well,m
peace
Start blazin..car chases..copz pacin..dodge adjacent to tha hardest places.....
to officers itz often off-limitz like college basementz..they acknowledge dangers..
leave 'scholarz hangin' who act smart.. attacked by DARTZ..dome cracked apart..
I roam laughin hard.. snatch chaffz toss em back..emboss-a-track / abort ya path..
snort-a-rack or-a-row of crack then drag a newport.. Im solo.. what ya crew thought!?
C.A.E. 1994 rep.. snipe ya door red..to remind all hedz we forcin realness inta portionz.!!
anyday i'd rather spit rhymes then spit saliva,
context destroyin this thread with rhymes u cant de"cypha"
never interuppted, my flo carries depth until it its flooded
if u happen to fall in a ditch guess what i probly dug it
unsporstmanlike conducted, i write it rugged
raw, undiscovered 50 karat gold nugget
speedin off these rap tracks with the pedal on the floor
the bottom metal is tore, now the top gata settle the score
get it for more than its worth when u sell em the store
i take the title belt that u wore, sorry i had to tell u before
only 15 doin things past ya imagination
rock the nation, realistic no imitation
forget a plank i make fake emcees walk a path
that'll have em lost like the road is talkin math
its sad that yall cant make it pass the first cut
cuz my team legendary, yall kno how im rippin this verse WHAT
this is off my personal thread, not exactly freestyle ( more like free"writtin") but i need feed.
Turn my mic up, and give me some time to speak
these stories i tell more than what's written in diaries//
my life is unabridged, always in it's entirety
ispit it with calrity, true to the picture and filled with sincerity//
I'm just a child that grew up in moderate povery
was taught to repspect my elders and honer soverign honesty//
but i didn't listen to this advice, i was headstrong and rebellious
i still am infact, that's why i write, so no can quell this hellion//
I'm still searchin, lyrically for promtion in industry
blowin up to infinity, and use this gift JAHOVA has given me// (not Jay-Z)
So i write these bars and attack withim as a remnant of TRUE HIP-HOP
I'll fight to the death, sword in hand, even after the MU-SIC STOPS// (music said in 2 syllables)
the general maser of heat
dont check my melody check my technique
the light of the temple a man wit a passion
feedin the masses in rations
sanctioning mc's from here to bremuda
the clam hand style of the buhda
who'da thaught that i shadow box so graciously
spar with great sicka and dismiss HIV
teach scrolls with Danger... rite books with james
boast with Abiss about the fame that came
after bashin these lames of unknown names
kick em out the temple for they bring shame
Raise yo battle signs, Wu in the battle mind
there is always victory for the temple kind
they cant see therefore they are blind
and soldiers protect ya necks cause i'm protectin mines
bore* :)
got bi-sexuals running the straight lines
fuck left hooks, come with a hatin right
i hear ya rep n i ain't the least impressed
they said you's were a soldier again
said you led an army, but left in a mash
thought you were strong but its ya chest i smash
ya gold grills on my fist tight
don't think you winning any fist fights
i'm sorta bent like shots to the gut
the shotgun on safety like quarterback going "hut hut"
7 blades of death from Bangledesh
Equiped and whipped out to engrave ya chest
Sendin a bomb threat
From ya back deck
makin ya' palms sweat
in the same breathe
cast a lyrical hex
that make ya ears bleed
then fall to ya' knees
and die of a cardiac, Heart attack
like pistol pete
they gettin' shot for the C.R.E.A.M
at only fifteen
so stick with a team
who's untouchable
no spot rushable
And only do favors for a few
cuz u know how they do
they filled with lost souls like deep slum Bars
so watch ya' back and welcome to the
TEMPLE OF DARTS
i stab hearts
with the speed of tigers poison saliva
don't let my sword cut up right thru inside ya
i don;t hesitate everyday i meditate to help to gravitate
and eventually activate
by mind state is outta control im bound to roll
on any mothafucka with a worn out soul
i stay cold like iceblocks, even in the most hot,
whatever climate im still climbin to the top,
when i spit this shit...
When i Spit This Gift thats Terrific, it Hits With a 1000 Bricks Bitch
got ya Addicted, like a girl and what my Dick Did!!
it's so eazy ta Swith It, like 1 2 3 like a STickShift
dont fuck with "i" the most infamus in wu tactics
dont strech yo boundries cause my arms elastic
"i" dont want to reach out my hands reeks of death
i'm no pirate but i'll leave two on that mans chest
dont get put to rest but come get blessed by these here diciple
dont disrespect an elder dont trifle
rules of the temple as stated above
"i" dont disrepect but dont misjudge the love
we are all tested warriors in the Battlegrounds
we bacame the passive but dont like barks of hounds
the meek are not weak we just turn the other cheek
but there is only 2 side then comes the hulkish freak
if u seek enlightement post as you will
but dont become a dosier aka the next kill
this is just how i think about the proper edicate of the temple
I-doesnt refer to me but to the temple as one.
sup rock!?!?!
damn sicka be gettin alot of respect :D
non much just brainstormin GrandmAster "brotha" Sicka
Check it the flow is like katrina destructive in its path
i'm the greater power like a Titan in a clash
the master monster of bash hulkish in stature
bustin mc causin brain raptures
the infamous yet humble rhyme schemer
the always charging with unparelled demenor
fuck all blasphemers that spoil temple serenity
the Wu stands alone its land is called eternity
a recognized identity with those of true heart
best come prepare or i'll take yo soul when u fall apart
we the king of the charts,and of scrolsl of untold doom
ya sofacte cause we the air ducts while ya try plot inside a room
the future looks gloomed so asume the position of dispair
when you hear wu-tang and a symboled phat W in the air
ayo chek it fellin good
Just snorted sum Meth, so only thing Left is ta Reminesnce
about my Ex, on how "sicka" i am wit da Text, as she gets undressed
and her lips Peck, my Chest down ta my Pecks, as i sugest
go lower and she gets a look a interest, insects, inject sick shit like incest
that was hot shit lmao.