SHORYUKEN!!!!
i snaped your ass
life ended faster than a joint is passed
i thought as i sat back and laughed
your life was shorter than old batteries
no one cares so i cant say its a tradgedy
i keep goin......
you feel my aora when the winds blowin
see me fade past the horrizon
when the sun follows, its light still faintly glowin
follow me and ill kill you too
no problems cause' killin' is all i do
Give a man a fish and you can feed him for a day, but teach him how to catch one and you have fed him for a lifetime.
booooooooooyaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !! we spit nothing less than
fire. thats all we spit, FIYAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! comment on us please
Give a man a fish and you can feed him for a day, but teach him how to catch one and you have fed him for a lifetime.
Yeah biatch,
Gotta a west coast ghost and a east coast ghost
Bitches make a muthafuckin toast to the upmost
Fake mc's act as hosts, suckin the blood from our rap veins
But never drain all the way, i strain my brain to make lines insane
Straight as a goodie goodie narrow arrow...never
My shit pulls levers to raise devils, wit lyrics thats clever
Roc the purple an black hoodies to represent the ravens
Keep the critics raven, pave the way for constructors of bird house havens
Last edited by Bigot Hitman; 08-04-2006 at 12:34 AM.
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
Yo' you dude's shit is off the chain.
~C'Dub!~
P.S. BYaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
I'm a straight up gamer
But with a mic I am also a tamer/
Cuz' enemies be like wild beasts never tamed
But when i finish they're the ones that get maimed/
Niggas be sayin sayin they shit is real, but i can't feel the genuine appeal
Better reconize the deal, before i acuate the process of activaitng their wills/
All day we lyrically riot, where ever, on bus rides, on plane filghts we rip mics
Leavin them physically tired, like 80 year old ladies on skyscraper stairflights /
I don't giva fuck, if i'm really that good for real, when it comes to rap shit
Cuz i'm goin to the tenth grade and UC* already got scouts in my classes/
For B-ball, so muthafuck a verbal street brawl, I got the 35 inch vertical
This little hip hop things alittle side hobby, but on the court i'll murder ya/
Six three, one eighty, with the wicked post moves
You wanna battle with the mic or the ball, eithier way ya'll lose/
UC-university of cincinnati
And thats true, this little rap thing ain't shit to me for real, i aint tryin make a cd, its just fun. And on the court can't nobody see me and thats real talk.
Last edited by Bigot Hitman; 08-04-2006 at 09:57 AM.
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
Yaw niggas rely on me, like a cheetah to its speed
To halt expanding figures, you must recruit more breeds
I’d never heed to the pleads or enemies fatal bleeding
Overtaking and exceeding even what I was believin
The death wish granter, skip all senseless banter
Plus I got hoes from Cincinnati to Atlanta,
I bet’ya, I got more skill than any competitor,
Forever better, you’re a slave, I’m a fetter
Mic heckler, who exposes apposing text
Micro wrecker, Auto dart shooter when vexed
Yet rarely lose the temper, keep cool like the winter
And me to you is like a thief’in banker to a minter,
The winner, from cinci at six-three, one eighty, plus twenty
Stole your baby and infected it with mad rabies, sick plenty
Lackin and slackin shit, tell me why do you act?
Set the mouse trap, with cheesey lyrics intact
What happen, career destroyed from a void rapper
You used tactics which triggered eruptions of much laughter
This ain’t the last comic standing, I’m demanding decapitation
I leave you raimentless, with levitation of my lines fabrication...Beeyatch
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
im travlin tha globe
while you niggas cookin crack on ya stoves
throwin fists at ya domes
yur family is sufferin the blows
cause' yur missin, where? nobody knows
hands caryin energy flows
usin it to beat you until yur insides show
givin yur bitch to the count of four
to hit the door
before i shut it, and blood hits da floor
thought i told yall before
cant buy rep at a store
you'll learn dat when they find yur corpse washed up on tha shore
Give a man a fish and you can feed him for a day, but teach him how to catch one and you have fed him for a lifetime.
Resurrection of minor-stream testaments, give fags testicular erections
With ecclesiastical statements latent, got the most thorough text’in/
One verse contains more plots than a Stephen king novel
Bring the beam throttle, as I drink my poem bottles, cant follow/
Unless you got the I.Q. of an genius, plus an elephant penis
Nike’s and addidias’s, don’t mean shit to the cream breeder/
Cleave ya, with the microphone up my sleavea, true believer
Kill niggas then sell they weed up, Yo check the "husband beater"/
O you hate’in, I’ll locate, penetrate, then disintegrate your nation
For perpetration, I’m raising my elevation, then kill you with basic/
Methods of deadly osmosis too dangerous to come closer
Girls got me on many posters, turn rap kings to pop jokers/
And I ain’t bout no five percent shit, the fact is I’s gots no religon
Just believe in god, don’t need nobody to mention it,/
To me every Sunday, just play the game I’ve been dominating
Keep the production pace’in, with lines that got bengals raven/
Last edited by Bigot Hitman; 08-05-2006 at 10:24 AM.
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
My spermatozoon be mad evil an fertile
Make mini clones, they first words is murder
Got the gorilla calves to overcome the hurdle
Turpitude dosage high, ability to go turbo
Lines similar to offspring, but they bring in green
Keep plated Wesson, when I sleep, I never dream
Thomas Jefferson’s, but no George Washington’s
Keep the hardest niggas, looking and watchin
Tape up boxes of mc’s rap careers
When I approach they all flee like deers
Won’t even come near, Inundated with fear
Cause they know when I strike, they will likely, lose hearing
Plus I’m always located, where criminals are associated
Poor and dangerous be famous, keep lines dilated
Magnified till I die, light I shine, seeds will rise
Glory be mine, hip hop will thrive, forever remain divine
But for now I keep the lines, straight with the crime
We the muthafuckin all-stars, stay yo ass on the pine
Last edited by Bigot Hitman; 08-05-2006 at 11:12 AM.
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 bridge creator, with vivid crimson prisms,
Much data, got many puns thats well hidden
Need the I.Q. of a Q.U. drug dealer, to empathize
My street knowledge, be the revealer, of many lies
Senseless, relentless, lines leaving niggas defenseless
Move quickly, to keep them missin, I’m on mass hit lists
Bitch mc's, cant step to me, cuz there's no stairs
Not even a elevator, I tear, inferior ryhmes in pairs
Sippin on some grey goose blood, I’m the red bull
Sleepin in the mountain’s dew, get ya cocktail pulled
Stealin’s a everday routine, thats how my ships sail
Stickin yo submerged ass upstream for ya fishscale
I'm mad hungry for some feedback.
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
gotta slow down banga. i loose the vibe once in a while and have to recooperate.
Give a man a fish and you can feed him for a day, but teach him how to catch one and you have fed him for a lifetime.
not bad
alright man, truce? at least you got respect.
Give a man a fish and you can feed him for a day, but teach him how to catch one and you have fed him for a lifetime.
Aight this the last on for today.Originally Posted by Wu-Ronin
Ima set this shit real simple slow and smooth like too $hort
Bout bitch ass niggas
Bitch ass niggas...never talk shit
They keep they head down,
And they’ll never smoke a spliff/
When it comes to guns...they don’t know nuttin
Askin you where the fuck is the safety release button/
Some wear the pants up...high on they belly
And if they fuckin wit some real niggas
They be scared to answer the celli/
They gets no pussy...they gets no nana
The only tits they seen was hangin on they mama/
They the ones who snitch...to the fuckin bus driver
When you try to sneek on...and be a slick free rider/
Them bitches go in at 10... like they got a fuckin curfew
If they drove an convertible... they would never drive thru/
As soon as they get some money...they move out the hood
But they don’t know this where the drug honey stay good/
Them niggas lead two lifes... and don’t come out at night
When beef come up...them mutherfuckers never wanna fight/
In walnut hills... their ain’t that many...
But in them rich towns...I heard theres plenty/
Around here... they a fuckin treat
We size’em quick... and cook’em with the heat
They start beggin mass...and give up all the cash
After that I try to teach them, Witout the gat they can’t last
But fuck that shit, The next one get blasted
And one more thing, don’t walk through wit sun glasses, beeyatch
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
WORD FEELIN IT HOMIE!!! liked it, i think u could hve tooken ya time a lil bit more and it would have been hella ill but still nice, decent read ur elevatin
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
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