I murdered the first service, no one returned it/
burnt the crack racquet insurgents for cash son..
..Blackhands blasted backhands across court/
amateurs were askin for moral support.
Ornament scoreboards for tournament sports/
fell short of measuring the wu-corp membership..
..Unmentioned entrants, tempted by trophies/
global faultlines was stepped on by both feet.
yo had to finish early.. i'll get at this later after i do my thang 1st.
yall kno how shit is when ya gota make ends meet
to Knowledge math is supreme but to Knowledge Supreme Mathematics is Cipher -(0)
^lol^ cant believe i wrote a tennis related rhyme hahah..
The temperature measured the heat gauge, the heatwave/
every said sentence was too hot to replay.
D.J.'s spun three ways, crowds was in freeze frame/
writers fired lines like a day at the free range.
Street games were serious god, life dependant/
signs of revival sweated upon the Reverand.
Emcees befriended death wit a vengeance/
red flames extinguished, emcees linguistics..
..Blistered by the boiling cauldron/
the raw force of wu-corp sorcerers was scorchin'.
Medics had invested the best in aenesthetics/
injected threads wit' impressive genetics.
Mesmorised, terrorfied, genocide journals/
emphasized the densified burning infernal.
Surging thru internals, the artery darkness/
blacked out the breath detonated charges.
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to Knowledge math is supreme but to Knowledge Supreme Mathematics is Cipher -(0)
Destination Target..Any Other Artist that is Garbage!Originally Posted by koncretegorilla
^lol^ cant believe i wrote a tennis related rhyme hahah..
The temperature measured the heat gauge, the heatwave/
every said sentence was too hot to replay.
D.J.'s spun three ways, crowds was in freeze frame/
writers fired lines like a day at the free range.
Street games were serious god, life dependant/
signs of revival sweated upon the Reverand.
Emcees befriended death wit a vengeance/
red flames extinguished, emcees linguistics..
..Blistered by the boiling cauldron/
the raw force of wu-corp sorcerers was scorchin'.
Medics had invested the best in aenesthetics/
injected threads wit' impressive genetics.
Mesmorised, terrorfied, genocide journals/
emphasized the densified burning infernal.
Surging thru internals, the artery darkness/
blacked out the breath detonated charges.
Fresh like clean Garments, A Interesting Intrest in Caution!
by Mis-Fit's causing Mischief..so Un-fortunate ta get ya Fortune!
ya Forced ta Forfeit, aint no Road ta Detour Bitch!
Manure Sewer Sick!! My Newer Super Spit's..
Maneuver Through the Mist, Muscular Apperance..
Much ta Learn Spirit, But know Enough ta str8 Bust up sum Lyric's..
My skills punish, you untill ya grills rubbish, make ya cry like peeled onions More electrifying. Then a eels touch is, got a girl thats real luscious Eat these rappers for real like sealed lunches More bad ass than a navy seals gun is
More fly then everybody that wields luggage
Im the beer clutchin career crushin fear nothin fierce one with...sheers cuttin blood spills gushin no need to worry bout the wounds cuz u wont heal from it
up next the vet to flame the shots through nets
accidentally hit the owner Jigga, changed clothes then fled from the set...
I up-set the game, the under-dog will never change
track lames at their castles, grapple break they adam's apples
Super-natural freestylin' mc axin' acts blood covers the King statue
grab you stab you with blade in heart, know your a heartless shark
biters bark i skin em' to the bone, bendin' domes from bean to rome
Known on my block for lines hot, the drops ripple n' crack rocks
Black cops get caught with shots, that leave holes in the snot-box
Props for pops i popped, proper popular cherry popper
virgins screaming near school lockers, bust-on their knockers
in the kitchen Hands on betty's ass, cookin' cake like Crocker
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Its a celebration, so say my name bitch, its Earnest Wainwright/
a.k.a koncretegame tight, the wally grey type.
The poly granite amulet, cabinet capsule/
plaques is dedicated to the scandalous rascal.
Vandal from the outskirts, outa town scoundrel/
founded proud members of wu-renowned councils.
Clouded by the primo, weed growth supreme/
Eloheim seeds had seen the evergreens.
The leaflets and pamphlets, handed out brochures/
kosher blood brothers had opposed my composure.
Posers had imposed the enclosure, orbited closer/
broke the main focus, choked the fame chauffers.
Note the fuckin pledge alliegance, the legion logic.
stop hestitatin' n' catch when i drop shit..
to Knowledge math is supreme but to Knowledge Supreme Mathematics is Cipher -(0)
Peep my fluid, take no shorts save em' for Emmanuel Lewis
Handle any unit , move on more cats than the Wu-tang forever units
I do it better than Montell , niggas front well in their raps stale
mine stay fresh like i got the breeze in my breath
Peace to my reps reppin' wit weapons that'll shatter ya mid-section
Glass house stone throwers here's a little suggestion
Count ya blessings before steppin' when u can't free, and ya rely on ya writtens
Leave ya smitten for hittin' like a kitten, cottenelle killer spittin'
Lines while you blind men spit flem, wanting no problems
I'm God guardin' my home, alone holdin' hell's wind staff to smash ya dome
It's on like televisions with the push of the power switch
While a snitch that spit my info got his wig split in a ditch
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
His eyes had a new gleam money promised a new dream
Supply came in a blue beam everything seemed routine
Fresh, in came two feens lookin for crack, goon teens
He didn't care who seen servin mean at noons scene
Kids a Night Time Hustler lookin for white line Customers
Hard, Soft, Dustin Sherm, Mom dukes had a just concern
Big Pimpin Power Ranger Slappin Hoes Since 1986
The foreign alliegance, supreme team elite/
document warriors, plotted the hot-piece..
..The cop v the rock-thief, industry shop-speak/
dot to dots spotted by the monument koncrete.
Pop-common cheats repeatin' the corp property/
copied the odyssey, properly robbin me.
Watched gorilla move in the jungle.. /
..seen monkey swing runnin' underground rumbles.
Bundles of untouchable, killah mint plates/
gave a new meanin to the phrase paperweight kid.
Vapor trace sniffer canines, chased escape lines/
cased the premises, dismemberin' the grapevine.
Third-Eyed the cape flyin', high above godson/
black chopper pilots had died from the bop-gun.
Swapmeets where SWAT meets, coppin my proxy/
constantly observin' the verbal autopsy....
to Knowledge math is supreme but to Knowledge Supreme Mathematics is Cipher -(0)
Up next effects like radiation, rhymes radiate the nation
Contstants facing subliminal annihilation
Were racing, lines dashin' crashin' public transportation
Blazin' busters , schoolin' mc's like buses
Occupation mic-time cutters, super mc crushers
with gutter additude, addin'-on additional bombs blastin' fueds
Leaving families screwed n' chopped
Hard-knocks cockin' glock on cops
Spot runnin' props, pockets stashin' proper knots
Ready or not, flocks of rappers that fake moves get dropped
different angle spots, from camera shots
J. rock in front of flocks, taught styles to take ya to trial
Runnin' wild fascanating crowds, making killers smile
Haters grab the phone to dial three digits
dig it, niggas say they thugs but their afraid to live it
which is a fake nigga acting, but cha' gun clappin' in ya rappin'
Ya just yappin', cause you got crew backin'
Mad that i'm back-packin' like Murrs
You commercialized vision blurs, i snatch ya lady furs
Last edited by Mantra; 11-15-2006 at 03:14 PM.
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
The verbs were from the herbal prescription/
non smokers choked so they kept a fair distance.
Crimson eyes glistened, the mind started driftin'/
spliffs ripped the internal visionary system.
Tinted whips delivered the vintage old mixtures/
moms sold weed ta feed my brothers n sisters.
Shit was always under the poverty line constant/
politics profit but aint fuckin respondin'.
Thats when i logged in, robbed the house of commons/
locked the fucking doors and started christmas shoppin'
Poppin off the shotty was hot son, i liked it/
fired for the ice and the priceless devices.
Moms seemed to like it, the diamonds was nicest/
til she found out that her boy was a heist kid.
The tight budget gave me away, played me out/
thank god for moms who saved my last ounce.
to Knowledge math is supreme but to Knowledge Supreme Mathematics is Cipher -(0)
sup ya'll, everyone is fuckin impressive with lyrical ability's!!
ok check it..
Ability's Are a Brilliant Feat, a rap Technique, thats Past Elite..
Gram's of Weed, Grantin' Me Anything, makin Fantasy a Reality!
Palace Dream's, was a Alladdin Thief, untill i met my Jasmin Queen!
Sadness Grief, Has Been Ceased, no more Drafted Teens for the Planet's Peace
My skills punish, you untill ya grills rubbish, make ya cry like peeled onions More electrifying. Then a eels touch is, got a girl thats real luscious Eat these rappers for real like sealed lunches More bad ass than a navy seals gun is
More fly then everybody that wields luggage
Im the beer clutchin career crushin fear nothin fierce one with...sheers cuttin blood spills gushin no need to worry bout the wounds cuz u wont heal from it
Yo, wats up my peoples, and how are you
do you live life, And do you stay true
I aint a rapper, but i got shit to tell you
As a person of cultre, I ask you
To be your self, And let no one tell you how you should be you
Love life man, dont let them controll you
So think for your self brothers, And Stay TRUE
Its all in you kid
Life is so hard man, And we gotta keep going
coz there be peoples who want us gone
They want us to be silant and wrong
So wats the purpose of hip hop music
The purpose is that we speek our minds and stay strong
Its all in you kid
We are the people of today man
So who is gonna tell us that we be dammed ?
I ask yall to be REAL so they can understand that we the ones who demand
reallness in this life, For if we aint, We will get banned
From this website and be slammed, For not being the men that we are
Its all in you kid
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