i hav ya mind lost like treasure, wit rhymes ya cant measure
the volume cant be contained, way too much pressure
on the walls of the house of glass broken many times
cant get thru mine the steel doors of any kind
shapin the present past future i bend thru time
i aint prosthetic, my flow be authentically genuine
Next word- wheel chair
Frontmen get heavily mangled and steadily handled so lick off if u dare/
babbilin bastards who battle or step to this roll of in a wheel chair/
I got styles sick as hell, sicker than sickle cell anemia, slaughter your circulatory like lukemia
- AZ
I`m sick of da cat above me talkin`bout stackin`gats
same ol this and that bout beein da baddest in da pack
it`s a fact you "clack, clack" on the keyboard on you mack
not da mack carried by crooks, just da type that make I-books
internet geek tryin to speak street, paranoid freak
you just bird feed to real Gs, fake ass wanna be askin for a gang beat
gettin threats, where? on wu-corp ain`t no shit
on da streets you get played like a casette, smoked like a cigarette
you don`t spit rap just spit drool out your trap
get no claps, shut da fuck up and go to the back
I label you white trash redneck jabroney,
dat motha fucka Palehorse`s just another phony....
n/w classic
the obstacle is the path
same shit different form you bust wit da shit storm
all pissed wit da comeback, but you ain`t close, not even warm
I called you out on being lame, you spit back
sayin, "no, you fuck you" -- that`s amateur play
listen bro, you draw to slow, shot your own toe
a cripple, said "check this out" as he checked into a hospital
feeble shit you spit from your mind brittle
sharpen up you metal if you wanna push da pedal
settle down, this ain`t da ghetto
can`t hit me, just can spit at me all like generic
now you just pissed, clenched fist, bite your lip like a choleric
Last edited by denaturat; 03-24-2006 at 05:09 PM.
the obstacle is the path
n/w trunk
the obstacle is the path
substandard substation snakes sublte shaping'
leavin lemmings leachin' lessons lost to lust legions,
urban livings leasure minds manipulated sent to prison,
blocked sun from vision stunned ya livin another system victim,
spit wicked wisdom whipin' causing collisions breaking away,
in hells play stopped ya creation now ya diggin for elevation...
NEXT WORD- POMPOUS
i chew rapper stew through rotted corroded chompers
and ponder whether or not ak should stomp out ya bonker
is there a doctor in the lab? what a funny slang joke
mess wit sleezy honeys and theyll leave a dunnys wang smoked
dang locs and bloods be chokin eachother breathless
an get this coke and bud do the same thing to the restless
check B!@!@ and no tip for the bad service
u might as be a roadie for g-unit and their dad curtis
jamaican flavor alien, stand back me bust me fazers
through ya crusty blazer, and cut ya face up wit a rusty razor
n/w algebra
I'll CUT YA FINGER OFF, STICK IT IN YOUR ESOPHAGUS,
THEN STAPLE YOUR LIPS TOGETHERSO YOU CAN VOMIT YOUR FACE OPEN!
-UAINTSICKAZIMIZ
woops...THATS NOT FAIR BEN!!!
YA Supposed to END with the WORD POMPOUS-bigben
Last edited by MASTER PAI MEI; 03-24-2006 at 10:25 PM.
I'll CUT YA FINGER OFF, STICK IT IN YOUR ESOPHAGUS,
THEN STAPLE YOUR LIPS TOGETHERSO YOU CAN VOMIT YOUR FACE OPEN!
-UAINTSICKAZIMIZ
yo..stop fuckin up the rotation!
no f'in crap stupid u posted while i was typin for the word RUSTY RAZOR
I'll CUT YA FINGER OFF, STICK IT IN YOUR ESOPHAGUS,
THEN STAPLE YOUR LIPS TOGETHERSO YOU CAN VOMIT YOUR FACE OPEN!
-UAINTSICKAZIMIZ
Originally Posted by Palehorse
I see the average 85 move slow like a turtle,
they fester in shit & think it makes 'em fertile,
constantly holding back like a fatso wearing a gurtle,
"Did I do that?" looking like a fat version of Steve Erkle!
NEXT WORD - CREVICE
check it you fag-ass get it massive when your head is splatted
and your caput's tackled reckless it's drastic when I drop acid over face your spastic body be replaced by a brace of crevices
pure fire!!
next word: parting
Look at my nephew, he jumped at the window just to see you (The Sun - Ghostface, Rza, Raekwon and Slick Rick)
http://www.myspace.com/racailla
Yo, ya spit three lines and a couple a curses/And ya think ya stink is magic in verses?/Don't get it twisted 21, ya still need ta grow/There's mad holes in ya short little flow/Like gaps in Dave Letterman's front row/I'll stop it there cuz that lick ain't worth much mo'/Racailla sound more like K-ci and Jo Jo/
next weapon: fake love
my words assassinate get inside ya steadily rape thugs /
drunken style cruise thru the chamber recievin fake love /
n/w ... bus station
assassination of emcees with verbally made rifles
i hold the title, Sirkulayshun thru ya blood is vital
i turn good into a worse case
these fools is second, they shouldnt have been here in the first place
push the wrong button and my system has no patience
when i spit, i leave n****z callin ambulances at bus stations
n/w onomatopoeia
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