propoganda stanza embarrassed driving a lancer,
cable car Costanza rage-aholic cobra commander,
loaded the scanner downloaded the corroded grammer,
exploded mars lander switch my bars from blander... Ill be back I'm being screamed at
propoganda stanza embarrassed driving a lancer,
cable car Costanza rage-aholic cobra commander,
loaded the scanner downloaded the corroded grammer,
exploded mars lander switch my bars from blander... Ill be back I'm being screamed at
Verbal entrapment you heard what I rap wit
I'll knock the earth of its axis, in fact it's
Madness the way I flip words like acrobatics
Automatic Rhyme Practice bounce like a fine matress
or Get axe kicked I'm back at it never lack tactics
Always strategic got four ways to beat it, read it
Believe it, I'll give you a dose of iron like you anemic
You might be squemish left cuz my rights the meanest
Bust out the budha genious while I Light the greenest
You seen it Hyroponically correct I flow chronically
Infect atomically in depth lyric with no robbery
Acceptin all appologies don't step to follow me
Left ya body clean underneath the collagreens
keystyle follow up
Big Pimpin Power Ranger Slappin Hoes Since 1986
Originally Posted by bigben
I appologize I didn't mean that,
I got a couple green backs to make you lean back
Act like you never seen that,
Mechanical Chickens Substantial existance in examples of fiction
Ample predictions bring this addiction outside its jurors diction
Listen my rhymes glisten as lines quick it's like fine spittin
I can time writtens I'm the lion you nine kittens with mittens
I'm always superb you nerds need to think of some new words
Instead of singin like blue birds you all fake by two thirds
Big Pimpin Power Ranger Slappin Hoes Since 1986
Im texting true deflecting moves connecting views,
slit sections spew split directions convecting fuels,
investments keep reflecting the inspecting pews,
they vexx and stew downed bets are now due!,
so pall in full its plainly cruel with stainless tools,
the brainless mules bare weight from brainless bulls,
that take our truth now wrapped in their lies,
counteract and divide counterstrike and kill lives!,
redirect death's flies circumvent and deny,
serpent sects serve swine select suspects serve time!!!!!!!!
what the fuck we're going blind!!
Last edited by MASTER PAI MEI; 04-30-2006 at 03:18 AM.
Hat tricks talking about a few Minor happens
fat bitch came through with her vagina clappin
In diner blacking sippin wine an chilaxin
Aunt jamima jacking its the kind of acting
That drives you insane some canniving dames
Sharpening knives with aim eyes is stained
With lust I smoked so many blunts I cough dust
Eyes puffed crust still I must get lush
Stuck with the greens I'm such a good feen
My pen's a brush painting illustrious scenes
So serene something only seen in a dream
Smoother than cream I carene into a raveen
Surrounded by raging waters I gave the order
Graves is bordered with aging daughters
Repeat the life sequence observin zeniths
On other planets sharin words with jesus
Building philosophies villains are obsolete
Killing is mockery millions of flock to see
Unreal like we was filling wit poppy seeds
Buggin... ramble/keystylez
Big Pimpin Power Ranger Slappin Hoes Since 1986
god damn it i made it, my rhymes are laminated
wrapped up in plastic, grabbed it killed it and passed it
ski mask shit, little faggets causin a racket
they swallow up all the fudge spit it up a pack it
i'm a dirty bastard rancid reekin of maggots
i'm unleashin the dragons now your seein the magic
i'm a fiend on the crack tip so i need an advancemant
mix the meanest of acid greenest of weed then i pass it
I roll around with my window tint darkened/
Now they're runnin outa room on the back of milk cartons
-The Mantis
i randomly slam mcs frantically through my b-ball net
slapping thee into your fantasy, so you cant recall it
im typing words, the black and yellow's blinding herbs
fighting nerds, i slap and bellow, you'll be hiding first
connecting rhyming verbs, by pushing a sharp pencil
like being locked inside your house, i'm a part mental
wouldn't make a hot track, if you were burning songs
if your girlfriend was robotic you wouldnt turn her on
schooling thugs, i'll rip out her hair and pull the plugs
she's too in love with me, dude you're still losing, but
i suddenly cut the cheese, because i'm utterly stupid
you fuck with me ill leave you covered in bodily fluids
sneak into your crib when theres nobody that knows
on some wutang shit, dressed in karate black clothes
im the charging shadow, pumping the shotties ammo
leavin' hoes on the floor, with their body bags closed
Big Pimpin Power Ranger Slappin Hoes Since 1986
This Fool thinks he can compete Spits
but when it comes down ta you ta Come Meet Bitch
i am Obsolete, I got no Weakness
so while i serve ya Defeat Quick...
I"ll Leave Deep Slits equipped like a heat Pit
Shake Toss Secrets bleed with Meat Drips
leave'n this Weak Kid forever speechless cuz my Street Fist..
has a Physique thats sicka then a Diseased Fish
eat this pussy like it's a Fetus, leave this Dweeb Teethless
Leave'n him beat and Ripped ta Pieces, no where ta Retreat so Please Wish
Last edited by Father N Dangerous; 05-02-2006 at 02:19 AM.
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
jimminy cricket is really a misfit who criminaly sips specifically the likwit
lyrically sick wit it literally dick drips spillin minimally on silly nitwits
fillin facilities with vicious villiany
bitches wishin i was fillin these fillies with thick dick chile
hillary misses the willy and gets pissed
I roll around with my window tint darkened/
Now they're runnin outa room on the back of milk cartons
-The Mantis
ill shit tekstylez you gotta do some more audio... i held my peace too long
You said wordplay to did you not?
immaculate rap tactics, pullin hatricks, to murder these faggots/ Rappin verbal caskets, cuttin' the lose ends lik it was magic/ These weak fucks will swallow these words to they're graves/ Verbally butcherin' these ducks, like Roots did to the slaves/ They spittin' rhymes gettin' shot like they need a redeema'/ Trippin' land mines, gettin' nuked like they was in Hiroshima/ Splittin atoms these cats is fake and "BELLOW-ME"/ I just walk all over them, they "bi-products" like bologna/
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yah!!! thats wat i like ta see!!! kill't it
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
shoot ya eye out like bushwick
take a right threw the woods quik
and book it back to the lab so i can cook shit
im crooked......like the L.A.P.D
them the gangstas wit badges that clapped B . I . G
yall cannot see me..... when im cloaked purple phantom
soaked in shortys blood when the withdrawls gimme epilectic tantroms
a handsome randsom for ya kidnapped grandson
the old man cries due to my deadly background anthem
thoughts of god most degenerits cannot fathom
ya gamblin......with more than ya life
imma change my name to the sound the blade makes cuttin threw ya wife
no justice JUST ICE hiphop poltergyst
stompin threw the solar system aged wisley like christ
likely i might.......contradict the dictionary
and more than likely ya name will be front page of the obituarys
a script so scarey and rarely herd
my bitch is wrapped around my finger her life is barely hers
if lifes so ILL i guess im the doctor
go a head and jump off my dick i aint gonna stop ya
im HIGH from these BLADES like a HELLICOPTER
spittin out lava.....ur juss a larva
jive turkey talkin mess till cook ya then carve ya
my thoughts are carnel......midevil attidue
take bitches when i want so they can spawn my brood
all up the womb buggin like i was in a cacoon
these micro dots got me livin in an abstract cartoon
"When I die bury me with the LO on...Official to the death for all eternity and so on"Lo Down & Dirty" WASTED ON THE USUAL WIT MOM DUKES WAITIN ON THE FUNERAL""MY MOUSTACHE LIKE ADOLFS"-Ghostface
Hot shit vern, you stepping your game up
Whats the deal whats the function?
Niggaz is real in their junctions
Jummies pumpin feel like I'm bungie jumpin
Don't listen to what the dummies bumpin
Or its gun be sumtin We run these munchkins
Tek stylez and I'm feeling my groove
I aint real I'm just rude please excuse
Been wild since I flew the brood
Like who that dude? I'll ruin your mood
I aint mad at you I just got bad attitude
Slash a faggots doo along his lattitude
Flash my grattitude and I'm graphic too
Just blast the news Pack a new
Triple 8 divide by 4 subtract a 2
Cripple snakes wide jaws and actors too
You bastards new that I was after you
so scrap the bull your situations laughable
my appetite is insatiable you lack the pull
You get smacked with full force of course
Tek stylez on the war report in short
Victory is imminent Quickly dimninishin
Screamin FINISH HIM like what got inta him?!
I just peep the verse, hot shit G
Last edited by TeknicelStylez; 05-04-2006 at 01:42 AM.
Big Pimpin Power Ranger Slappin Hoes Since 1986
yo thnks holmes, i can see that your gettin sick with the rhyme schemes ..hot shit all of ya'll
Yo, its called fuckin' nasty shit/ grimy like cavemen armpits/ Foul smellin' enough to fuckin' alarm brits/ While these corporate backpackers are ridin' the same dick/ get off the 50 tip, fuck that, get offa 50's clique/ They aint sayin' shit if you break down real rappin' next to it/ Wha happened to the good days/ When you could think smart,not listen to replays/ fuck what G unit say/ a time When spittin' nouns was accepted, not rejected for street cred/ Break em down it turns repetetive, like gangstas who bit led/ Fuck this shit, vernakulars attackin' these adversaries/ Mercernarie, clappin these 'yellow bellied' canaries/
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