Welcome to the Wu Dojo

[suav3]

incriminate, discriminate, couldnt wieght, pullin out the bigger heat..
leavin bodies on the table sheets..
cruise in fleets cause i know the streets watchin teams..
i pull up the dresses of these hustler slash fiends..
i slash a few goons and stash a few cream..
load a few tools and used a one two beam..
ak-47's with automatic shotties with rifles mean..
schemed on by the best still made the moves..
ruled out the rest stayed true with a crew..
lose a few dudes inthe battlefield too..
smashed, clashed, decisions rashed, before bullets passed..
sicka hater cats, looking bad, thinking bad thoughts..
super villians, get apprehended by the league of justice..

[Battle 1]

With their fusses in my clutches, smoke em' like dutches
Pushing and shoving pressure building so they rushing
The war becomes cold and sold like the russians
Inflictions in humans causes combustians
Unstable thoughts in christians, cause most laws have contradictions
Everything remains non-fiction causing friction to some a fixation
My elevation destruction of my foes before creation
Absolute cremation they burn like an inflammation
For your information I destroy opposition in any position
I love that senstation with heaven as my destination
Fakes have no takes, face elimination
High stakes cutting heads of snakes, gratification my foes termination
No emotion have em' swimming in blood like an ocean
Time moving in slow motion causing their corrosion
I strike they men like papers with my pen, brain-cells explosion times ten
The sharpest sword is my word, hand over that japanese yen
My thoughts alone make minds bend, prepare to meet they end
Doe I spend and seldom or never lend
Never pretend
Anything bad in my way to hell I send

[suav3]

^^^^ Big

[suav3]

sick of dumb talk, sweet like gum drops..
honey pump crack rocks outta trap spots..
jack docs, givin patients fixes..
down low onthe side like trenches..
my flow foul like dead men stenches..
getting more ass then benches..
more pussy then tampax wetness..
straight G cant lie kinda sexest..
jack the ripper but i aint no rapest..
professional trackers cant even pick up traces..
halloween at your door with all these masked up faces..
trick or treat for the scheef making my ends'z..
lady tricks for treats no sexual relation..
tell mans pay up and man your stations..

[suav3]

straight fuck em pliers and a drill or something..
have his whole body jumping..
outa his skin, like plastic surgeons..
rearrange things, and misplacing..
like pot heads blazing, bangers with the dope fiends..
you get misplaced kid and leave no shell casings..
evidence no tracing, might even bury you in my basement..

crypt keeper how I got these bodies in my closet..
always on the roads moving this product like a open faucet… ( watch it )
cant stop it, team get broken down like diagnostics..
topic, of choice, bitch get my knots in my pocket..
bruce lee how I be dumping the drop kicks…
minus the c k’s and add to the projects..

kolisnkovs get brought to the rukus, every bitch damn luvs us..
sucker punch, boom coca, eat another lunch, sweet like cola..
smooth like olive ola, ola to these magazines concealing scenes of the last thing you seeing me pulling from under sofa.. ( trying for my dola )
got dollies plowing bodies to, truckings, that make em to nothing..
wanna be about then end up face to face with destruction..
suction, spontaneous combustion, throwin bullets in the junction..
now that’s something..

[suav3]

back up before i back out blow backs out jack punks, back seat pumps front seat macs all mans hyped for the counter attack more times where on the other side more times we runnin from the other guys im runni flys all stuck in the web im stepnd on feds yeah rite im treadin the sands no sound gun bound i gun video opponents while waiting for money moments, chockin cockroaches while turnin on the light, bustin through ladies winpipes, clips of the sex im havin with the women of your kids, chips that got more oil then a onion ting..

fuck that when im on my clock jack i embalm em cats, mummify if ihave too rather leave you in the crossroads let your soul wander aimlessly through the fog fool doing me these days trying to bag big thangs cop big rings to spread equally across the tight team i bust out ice cream like dairy queen bitches drive thru jus to taste me, i sample shit that always got the strippers wet..
i sampled sets like they couldnt stand vertical yet.. i aint no vet, i vent and bust heads in, sacriligous presence taking over physical appearance im lettin my mind go like headless man in the sideshow..

[Battle 1]

With nice glow though I stay vicious and bitches suspicious
I'm Known for getting rid of snitches
Bitches riding my broom like witches
Locked in banks protected my riches
On my tapes no gliches, on me hoes never making switches
My jewls stay cash rules
I drop em' on fools like when on me they girl drewls
Who would have knew packing tools had em' sitting in stools
Me swimming in pools
Kicking shit hard as mules
Leaving shit on fire like fuels
No equal is fit, never getting snake bit regardless of venom spit
That's legit
Pussies getting ripped on tracks flipped
With naked women skinny dipped
Real Fine like the wines I sipped
In the bud (butt) nipped
My sperm like bullets in guns clipped
Jagged egde my hammer the sledge
In their ass like thongs I wedge
Full metal jacket fledge
Allegiance like a flag pledge
Wave my authority like a badge
No excess baggage eating cabbage
Taking out wack mc's cause they garbage

[Battle 1]

..

[Battle 1]

Destroy a savage on the average
I got leverage divine beverage
Quenching thirst blasting first in a herse
I don't reherse just curse wack mc's best disperse
Thinking they worse talking horse shit like Mr.Ed got me fed
Time to lay em' to bed
Shots to they head
Lick off a few more make sure they dead
Then leave but not without they bread

Blood shots of led, infra-red like beams in high streams
Mean like the A-team stacking cream living in your dreams
People love us or so it seems
But trust is like whoever is first to bust
You know it's a must don't want to end up rust
Or in hand cuffs neither so we doing silent snuffs
Calling wack mc's bluffs
No matter how tough or rough
When it comes to doe we can't get enough

[Mantra]

one more opponent goin down like a fuckn dope deal/
these lyrics take to the the ground and mash you up like oatmeal/
this cat's got no feel for musically keepin it real/
face me? he's mixed up like the ancestry of a creole/
your situation's growin worse with every line that you hear/
and every quick kick I spit keeps multiplying your fear/
y'all been waitin long but now j.t.s. finally here/
and beatin' me don't happen like Germans saying Nein to a beer/
Decline to appear at places where it's fine to be queer/
but i'll make an exception for blizz to spit some fire in his ear/
J.T.s .the king of the rhyme cause my flow's comin clean/
and ur rhymes are full of more coke than a soda machine

Aimed at no-one

[Shoalin Buddah Monk]

im brand new to the spot,my flows is hot like fire,im dressed in assasination attire, bitch you betta duck my swords, flying guillitine's, im the masta, in black i often rapture yall stature,leave yall barbed wired,ill file em one by one to the oven, iv'e proven i can summon, i be grippin spots thats hot and stabin fem fans, liven in the tunneld slums traden cans for cash, liven with rats in garbage cans, my poisenous lyrical bee sting performs lured acts upon hip hop whores, i stashed stiffs under hard wood floors, applied teliconises, im a madd scientist inventin different species, i turn homos in to feicees, i dont back of in a battle, ill leave ya teef rattled.sum more

[Mantra]

Say no more before your a martyr like Big, and Pac Shakur
You sophmore, stayin' soft upsettin' the whores
Sharpen your sword, it's so dull it couldn't slice paper
Give you shots, and your own blood for the chaser
Do me a favor don't even rap, stick to ya 9-5
On the mic you sound dead, and you said you was live
Battlin' me's suicide like taking a dive in a water-less pool
Cuz' when i battle you niggas sceamin' it's murder like ja-rule

[morgan]

yeah thatz fire

sicka got that right, quality vibes

[Visionz]

I eat fire to spit fire
you think I retired?
When I'm wired
Eating a bowl of jalapenos
I keep it hot like summer in Reno
Better off playin keno
Cuz in a battle the odds are more than stacked
My mental artifacts got u like a mummy kicked back
Like a DJ's needle how I attack the track
Agioplasty to clogged stacks,
I'm bringin good news cuz the flow is back

[Battle 1]

yo this dicksucking dutch fuck, sperm stuck to his pussy lips like a buck
Dildos up his asshole the fuck
His face looking like ass cheeks with his mouth fucked for weeks
Inside his mouth like a pussy taking peeks
While sperm between his teeth leaks
He blows dicks by the fleet and far from the elite
Inside his asshole dicks retreat
He plays with them using his feet
This disgusting male dutch homo is a fagat dick blow, beyond low
He gets fucked at a show with white left on his face to glow
His face blasted with sperm but can't erase his disgrace falls back in place
Makes shame of his entire race with his fagat face what a waste
He is addicted to the way sperm taste
This dude is gayer than gay with dicks he plays
There's no limit to his gayness
His ways and actions unloading sperm like bullets in his mouth by fractions
His mouth and anal left in contractions
From this fagat straights made sanctions with many connections
But that dutch gay fagat fought them off like infections
He placed dicks in his mouth to look at the errections
This gay dutch fuck has no limitations to his perversions
His uglinesses used as diversions on his search for male virgins
I'm warning you if you see this gay start cutting like surgeons


(This dutch homo clown looking neighbor of mine I can't stand him one bit. I fucking hate his guts. He's a fagat looking muthafucka, plus looks and especially acts like one too even. I just had to spit some shit to blow some steam off before I go and kill him.)