no style to since the rival be mince like meet in the feet the yard be hard like strrets have shardfs beat the down syndrome with guards like grills get slit like a bobble head to make it the kill go dangle like a stray angle can't find way when mangle directions leaving the you in disection use scapel like williams aopple pull the cord to the core get unplugged like gore no votes go conceed being late like apples with no seeds
Who be Whom
DOJO aint bout posting "gangstah" lyrics manOriginally Posted by Aclikyano
gather some consiousness
hop off my dick bitch ass.... spit some lyricz
truth spoken Tuco good 2 see u back
Don’t get give ya hopes up n keep posting
Get spaded and neutered instead/
I make hands fold like you got blocked
By Michael Strahan dead lift wanna be’s/
Hit e’m wit bangers make there mind
Get welded where spots are melting by ganja/
Lyrically I export you from island to island
Like banana cargo even get past embargos/
Key Largo flows never sticking to walls like spiders
I flatten heads, hats & there ain’t no coming back/
Exactly rack mikes up on them XXL shelves
Delve back into The Source & Vibe’s/
Trying to get that Black Enterprise
Running wit in them High Times/
i started this thread and have some shit posted in previous pages
read on (eventhough i know ima get shit talk from you regardless)
nah I felt dissed.........
I wasnt spittin gangsta shit... I was "exercising my lyrical skill" SON......
see..... If u werent so got dayum fast to POST and actually "FELT / READ" my post......
Then you will see I was "SHADOW BOXING" NIGGA...........
take 2 minutes to read all tha MULTZ dog... how tha format iz....
thats exactly what I was doin.... EXERCISING........
IF U GOIN KICK NIGGAZ OUT YA THREAD cuz they EXERCISING (same fuccin shit as shadowboxing / practicing)... fucc u then.
RESPECT a nigga...... fucc.
in what kind of world do we live in
drivin' by presidents who better be livin'
in prissons, but that ain't enough, is it?
no it isn't but it would help allot
less wars, doors been opened with new oportunities
less poverty, yes in the comunity,
but that's just a dream like one of mlk,
yes i know, he got rid of the fuckin' kkk
feedback pleace!!
thnx
JAJA ---- PHATMARK productions©
Shadowboxin' rockin' ya chins i never make amends
I just play position of hitman and slip the clip-in
Flippin' remarkable lines as crowds go wild, and listen
The mission to forever glisten, pump my fists like Pistons
Liftin' heavyweights throw em' off the mountain fate
My fountain flow incredible, as my lyrical aresenal
Peace Tuco, got affiliates from n.Y. to Mexico
Niggaz who talk shit, ya'll the next to go
these lynguistics are loco, as put cha' broke hoes in chokeholds
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
nice! keep up!
JAJA ---- PHATMARK productions©
Aye yo,
Godfast for 7 days, Archangel thrown from heaven leading hell's parade
I hold the spade, and control the ace got a queen of every race
Bring ruckus to any place, touch mine and ya heads erased
Mc's get mased , and mugged and bashed up wit billy clubs
Dimes give me love, and plenty of tongue hit em' then i'm on the run
You shitty bums talkin' shit son, gonna be the target of my gun
I'm slum raised in my ghetto praised for my sick ways
Shit on ya'll for days, then smokeout drop ashes on ya face
Every beat i lace like boots, and sneakers, move wit the heater
The way i hold the Franklins, you'd think i robbed Aretha
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
divine forces, maintaining planetary orbit/
souls trapped in corpses, paralyzed with Rigor mortis/
I take flight like Horus, impale evil with horns of Taurus/
winged horses burning through demons with gods torches/
The Orphic Greek choruses enacting an anamorphosis
The immortal sorceress/ who battles tyrannosauruses/
If you too feeble, he makes ya skin poreless
Snitches struck down by tails of Stegosauruses
New Challenger
Enter A New Challenger/ Wild Strong Islander/ Mark Days Off The Calender/ Armageddon Is Now/ Respect The Style/ God Blessed The Child/ Expect Foul Play/ Yall Spittin Childs Play/ Nowadayz Soundin Gay/ I Cant Take It/ I'll Brake Ya Hand B4 I Shake It/ Try To Walk Amile In My Shoes You'll Never Make It/ Yall Just Insects In A World That I Created/
These emcees coming up these days
Ain’t potty trained, I body dames/
Who come wit weak flames don’t get douched
Similar shorty on her period kid/
Do it right or get burnt like every other
Sucker emcee who done contracted/
Every STD in the book look e’m up
There the definition of sonned n shook/
They get cooked raw wit no preparation
Tasting there bones n flesh simmering/
With just a lil dash of Sazón everything
Is right for a cannibalistic lyricist/
Making every emcee n textcee
Squirm, cringe n giggle from the shit I riddle/
Down ya mental crash ya motherboard n all her slaves
I whip MCs wit a strap when I’m vexed/
Don’t test what cha can’t best n that’s the Tech
Shining cutting through all ya fabric n lining/
Don’t try n converse wit extremist lyrically toxic
Mic concocter wit more phrases that cause severe abrasions/
Giving out more holes than gauges I put e’m down in pages
Backlog every verse then come at me wit n splice it/
Mentally they ain’t got any dexterity to dare n test
The Best Even Now wit multi’s that get going like #3/
Mc's need training their blasting awkward beginners aiming
Mainstream teams i'm maiming, it's me snitches are blaming
For not not restraining from slaying niggas way in the 1st round
My words pound heads in the emergency room, nurses don't hear a sound
Iv'e found influence off doing hits, biters get chewed, and spit out
I'm nastier from concentration during constipation puttin' the sickest shit out
It's my lane so get out, or you'll need dentures for that toothless mouth
I'm ruthless about how i end bouts, shadowboxin' contenders out unconcious
Throw chairs at their sponsors, i'm independent i can't be sponsored
Hip-hop's lockness monster got cha' , under deep water wanting breath
But my allies watching you gasp for ya last breath, demand death in the depths
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
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