insane harcore// othelo the moor// a tragic story like the dane// not from shaolin, but the wu-styles still the same
insane harcore// othelo the moor// a tragic story like the dane// not from shaolin, but the wu-styles still the same
ROCKD IN THE HAUSE<- WU-TANG SOUL MENACE
engrained in brain to go against the grain saltine crackers are fucken plain
ur dames rocking my brains...my lyrics to blame...my style is 2 raw....spit on my mic on all fours....
on tour bustng words hardcore for bitches who act like whores//
spit ozzing out sores like chocholet on grams called smores//
listen to my expedition/
if your in a bad position, your bound to be missin'
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
Politickin holy wars and selling drugs on the streets, im sick of this shit, the world needs peace
Like Pot Needs Weed..! Bowl Of Green... Ultimate.. Scene... Beatbox Screen ..!
BLAZE IT !!!
Used to be a smart ass, now I'm blowing trees like Bob Marley, cuz I got my Harvard degree
Education .. Succeed.. ! Closed. Door.. Hip Hop Is Key ..// High As Fuck .!!! Tide Blown.. >> Me.!!
BLAZE IT !!!
see the world for waht it is, nun but low lives and gang bangers being dusted of the streets being swept up to a place where the devil sleeps.
"Cash Still Rules"
or in pc where they flip a 180 degreez readin text from the b.c., hang up the hoodies cuz they get lifes big picture like hitachi big screens
"ya'll niggas can't be serious, i was nice before ice, before christ, before the the words let there be light, and the light took over the night, i was born wit the mic, lord of the mic before all plant and animal life, took this rap shit to new heights before the wright brothers took flight, before dogfightin' and aerial strikes, before mc's picked up pens and started to write" - Canibus
2:00 in the mornin, feelin real mean, down goes another crack fein
got the tracks turnning green//
seen to many visions to turn me back to clean//
sway wit a lean cells atack turnning my brain fast into a bean//
Unforseen scheme's plotted from the mind's of murderious teen's.
knives hit the blood stream blow like a sun beam im the killa in ya son's dream//
i bring it back to the merderus gun's theam..redrum running down ur skin insisions seam//
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