Soul fiends for food while it aint quite known or clear to you
Clean the ears dude you chicken like breasts an I ain't tlkin bout britney spears boobs
Soul fiends for food while it aint quite known or clear to you
Clean the ears dude you chicken like breasts an I ain't tlkin bout britney spears boobs
throw proses to the wind, get cha gone abscond mind altering drugs is wrong
face your blogs i get cha teams mind clogged by how cool ya wasn't/
It's like plain cereal they sugar coatin,sippin poison while I sip potions potent
as this haze , skunk like the odor from the smelly rodents
hazardous lyrical content gas mask for continents
gag oponents feed em laughing gas here's the moment
yo death is a joke.
mc's similar to champion rubies that I smoke, yellow pouch rocker, ciggie smoker, pound for pound the biggest billy toker
queens bridge new yorker slick talker
female taker
fine women in nice linen find me in 'em places thongs be
bibilical sriptures encrypted with three 6's
time to call God his number not listed
don get it twisted i bring forth a critical vision
to cast fear and yeild man is the devil's mission
besides the lord i fought to defend the lords FORT..
..............Jahny Jigler
blank out cha ranks doing nothing but crafting strategies
to devour your mastery with nothing but alchemy at my disposal/
And Your Engaged In Battle Through My Proposal
Subdued You'll Fall....Because Your Supposed To
Last edited by Guarded By Martyrs; 02-21-2011 at 08:15 PM.
crows flew when I arose from my hiatus
chosen few accrue glow and slow crews yo hate us
GOLDEN ARMS REDEMPTION
'Forked tongue make painful kisses...........and fam, when you talk, then the angels listen.'
dusted from the mights we write in fights they lights up a like
strike in the dark come out the park looking like Dick Van Dyke on the Mic/
clueless any chance of victory imperial fruitless
kings and queens flee the throne the God of war secures the castle
Soulja boys left hangin like tassles,Mixed cures for those lured into the hassle
a while since I passed you, ain't no wack dance but step up, we nuts like cashews
i roll with scary niggaz that bash crews 'n clap dudes, leavin no clues
stealth like ninjas after dark, best with the aural arts, deadly darts, you faggot cunts are afraid to fart
murking minds with one line at a time
coming from the dirt and grind/
making mines one bomb at a time
short fuse wrong step you buried in time
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