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Last edited by Bigot Hitman; 03-12-2007 at 03:54 PM.
The dealer of hope is selling me lies
Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61
Fresh Influence
Open'in word catches u like barbed wire fences
Spittin originality, one point 0 fire tenses
New concepts flood influences...
Fillin up the flowin minds with stolen rhymes
My bars come striaght like bowlin lines, ya know?
Cocaine is fertilizer, it can make castro's cash grow
Fast flow construction open'in heads for fuckin
Skin handle gats....open'in feds for nuthin, handle that
Manufacturin raps that spread to were camels at
Storage never on diets, obesely keep my ammo fat
My shits so violent, the mic becomes a lethal weapon
F.C.C. checkin my lyrics for sake of people's essence
Not even a steeples' presence can stop me from spittin
Portray'in a slave era character, who's glock be the whippin
Yaw birds say my wordplay weak, lemme drop me a piegon
Then fry u up an serve u to yo hood, the block be the kitchen
Or lock three in prison, behind my "bars" for life
Cuz it takes that long to comprehend what i write
But i might, jus "shoot around", like its a pregame
THen lounge elevated, countin created weed gains
I come in a song like its a bank robbery
"Stickin" up beat breaks like melted cheese cake
Proabally run in shootin lines like tarpoons
Leavin the lifeless rhythm animated like cartoons
If i were a player, i'd make the "touchdown" like a astronaut
My guns is like thoes hot gysers wit the heat they blast alot
My rhymes challenge human philosophy, unlockin three
Treasuries to riches a kid like me should never see
At least accordin to statistics, I belong on the bottom
Like a hoe on her back, but i got my swerve back an served crack
Green faces, i got'em the grimy way which left me clean laces
With my pay...i play pheens like i'm a mean racist
All races, scouts on rooftops to spot city cops
Hung a snitch bleedin steams who got my man Grity locked
In verses i stay strayin, like ink's a old string
But when focused i can stick my hand thru a gold ring
I've told things that dissed childhood bitches
Which is shit u wouldn't catch like plane droped stitches
You gotta better chance home school'in without books
Or rule'in a third world country with out crooks
I jack more then lumber workers locked up for life
Time to strike in the summer, come'in wit multiple gunners
A world wonder, locally terrorizin corner stores
An leavin momas cryin late at night, but what they "mourin" for?
Cuz it ain't no sun down or sun up, where sum clown an sum buck
A never endin procces, wit no apparent proggress called the projects
Dumb fucks an the unfotunate, get put in dark boxes
Sixty two inches deep, after the gather'in...the park locks it
Old crates of sharp oxes, still in stock today
But i ain't in the hood no more, now i'm a block away
Last edited by Bigot Hitman; 03-12-2007 at 04:29 PM.
The dealer of hope is selling me lies
Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61
I can't believe i'm doin this but, if u drop some real feedback, i'll give better feed back on one of ur threads. Jus drop me the link with ur comment.
That's how its works on other sites anyways.
The dealer of hope is selling me lies
Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61
This site is at a alltime low quality wise
The dealer of hope is selling me lies
Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61
Death Darts
I come thru like parades on sain't patrick day
Then start hand'in out bricks an mini Ak's
Many pay days, i jus call'em pay weeks
My sound comes out golden the way we "lay" beats
Then i spit over them like car windows
On a intro i drop info to let u know what u in-fo
My label would sign crooks wit ill rhyme books
Rich an still wild'in, grow'in weed on islands
Look, my bars is endless like wrinkels in rivers
Penmenship's great, each sentence opens a gate of figures
Take a kneel, before u dive in this lake of steel
Or least be considerate an try to make a will
Decode'in my shit takes a hacker's skills
The high doseage of reality, gets actors killed
Your next, factors build, the end is waxin
Like the moon after half, dump trucks, in this lacs'an
Your personal property, alive or manufactured
Kill the pets steal the techs now i deal the bets
Man u factored, none of the important
Like the result of ur crime, now your eyes is sportin
The stuck up position, u lost thirty years of pumpin
From that thing in your chest wit the consistent thumpin
Plus a pumpkin, sized hole in the abdomen
Wit flies an insects, land'in an grab'in in
At lose fragments, now vultures is circle'in
Cuz ur the right answer, bloody beaks is burst'in in
Carve'in out ur body hollow, cuz u chose to swallow
My lyrics that only the devil's spirit follows...
I've passed the test, u were jus extra credit
Any stray lines left in ur carcus, the techs'll edit
The dealer of hope is selling me lies
Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61
the 3rd and 4th to last were crazy props son! btw was that a real event on the payin respects verse?
Killbot Beats 2008 NIGGGAAAAAAAAA
http://www.soundclick.com/bands/defa...?bandID=842145
Lawrlz Ya Sniffs???
"we laptop nigga, thugs on a computer." -TheShaolinAssassin
No, i didn't go to a party an kill sumbody with 3 pheens outside for backup, then went to the dude's funeral then rapped over his coffin. Its jus a story.Originally Posted by cilvaRONGZ
Thanx though
The dealer of hope is selling me lies
Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61
lol.
Killbot Beats 2008 NIGGGAAAAAAAAA
http://www.soundclick.com/bands/defa...?bandID=842145
Lawrlz Ya Sniffs???
"we laptop nigga, thugs on a computer." -TheShaolinAssassin
The Temple of Darts has been dead for a good year or 2 now.
Because u don't know me, and i hate u
Pardon me kid, u happen to be in my bullet's way
Startin ta get me mad, finna be sparkin bout fifty mags
But hey, the end of the tunnel is still dark
Yo eye's'll glisten tho, after pierce'ins of steel darts
I'll rarely lose u, when in aim, i shoot hell's lead
I'm fairly brutal, smashin legs kinda like stale bread
Genocide of enemies, i'll buck till the jail's red
Then put a bomb in the white house, the size of a whale's head
You fake lames run wild, while i just rape jackers
After that, i fracture they skull as easy as i break crackers
My flow is that of the nile, durin a terrential flood
The way i rap, make local cops say, "he's a potential thug"
At a muscular stature, actors is quick to take a bow
I throw they bodies in tractors then feed my pitts lakes of chow
Unskilled mc's without beats struggle to wake a crowd
Guilty spittin like they raped a child, an still can't break a smile
But on stage, i move crowds like riot police...
Just try'an show grief, an i'll have a light at yo teeth
Burn'in face color, i'm back, but i ain't mase fucker
Face it, i'm like a racist cuz i only chase brothers
But i'll still lace suckers, similar to a sewin machine
Yo sister's my best "fan", she's straight "blowin" my team
U go blow wit the pheens, an catch me gaurd'in "cribs"
Like a daycare worker, butcher's way, i'm part'in ribs
Of midsections, that belong, to kids steppin
Wessons be the teachers teachin, the kids lessons
I make beef alot, so i guess u can say i lift weights
Death stats on average, eight live's what my fifth takes
When i die, the crime rate will prolly drop by half
An they'll have to cut my vocal cords jus to stop my laugh
Cuz life's hard, but to me death's funny
Plus where i'm goin son, u don't need techs dunny
But i'll punch yo eye then cut u, so i can see "red,white, an blue"
Its so much weed up in cinci.....the fed's light'in too
Skills of writin's off the scale, like after u've been weighed
In a casket, u'll be like a line from my past kid, u've been layed
"Let'em rest in hell bitch", to the family i tell this
Then i take his block, i'm more than hustler, I could sell piss
U dick hair rustlers, lemme calm down an put my palms down
Cuz yaw gettin scard like i'm actin suicidal, pawn style
Like i'ma start killin yo rep, an diss u off the dome
But yaw the ones who's strapped, bitch u brought the chrome
In other words pre-writtens, to me all of yaw rappers wack
Lack tones, wit cracked bones, walkin wit fractured backs
From butt fuckins, excuses is useless bitch, "but nuthin"
I'm done expose'in yaw lames, catch me in yo truck puffin
Last edited by Bigot Hitman; 03-15-2007 at 08:04 PM.
The dealer of hope is selling me lies
Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61
Still sayin the same shit that i said as a toddler
"Get off my block", bitch u wanna go...don't bother
Cuz u'll get cane hits from candy, but now flesh holes
Lookin at gun reactions, when we test those
Pimps, lend me best hoes, for unscanned gats
Cinci cycle component, phyco wit the mic flow
Punches land at, where the memorie's chill
My status has been active like kennedy's will
For real though, i'm prolly what u are but "squared"
So get yo legs out the dirt, u suck there
Ya mean, of course u don't, its jus ignorance
I leave rib cages open, like when a bus hit a fence
Know this one duke, from a lil place called avondale
Who accepted his life easy, of havin hell
Local drug dealer like most, plus a nine to five
Who blew up over a mixtape hit, an got signed to Jive
I took care of him, an his brother clyde
From age six, when his mother died from aids shit
Once he got a lil contract money, he left
Said fucka job of duckin cops, an certain death
One day he visited me, with a certain vest
That droped bullets, sportin a merchant's step
Dirty lookin, i said i heard yo "last hit",
It was mad sick,
He took a seat down slow, on my bare matress
Lookin like he was raped, i began to explain
Why that was his "last hit",
As blood splattered on his hundred dollar glasses
Last edited by Bigot Hitman; 03-16-2007 at 10:48 PM.
The dealer of hope is selling me lies
Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61
ayo the crowd screams and cameras be flashin
concept got madd style like London high fashion
grab the pen n start stabbin
as i enter the dragon
b-boys n girls make sexual transactions
im taxin....anyone that reads this script
takin that 2 minutes out ya lips to sink ya'll ships
you think you rip..???
maybe if u restin in peace
ill stranggle ya thoughts n beliefs wit ya bed sheets
haunt ya dreams with elementals as the demon speaks
tellin you ya weak and shouldnt speak
got it locked in hellz basement
awkward and adjacent to ya crews pacience
concept diggin graves in the pet cemetary cause yall fakin
mind rapin hell raizin on every page son...i do damage
always packin steele like imma magnet
hip-hop dragnet
furious n flagrent yall get sprayed like where my tag went
pissin on niggaz so emcees smellin my man sent
take a leave of absence.....cause concept spittin raw like the haulocaust
fuck tossin im drinkin all malatove....cocktails
mine as well im on fire like hell or when N.Y fell
open to opponents like harvard vs yale
squared off with a god and ready to impale
"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
keep killin it DP....
"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
Yo creativity an orginailty is prolly the best on this site dun. Plus u balance mulities with basic rhyme schemes good too, The flow come striaght too, keep writin these sickle darts..peace
The dealer of hope is selling me lies
Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61
thanx fam.....lets keep droppin dirty bombs
"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
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