As the enemies approached, are swords began to sharpen
Sheilds hardened, as the archers targeted, spirits darkend
We were so trained and focused that most went unhurt
In a matter of seconds, sections of foes flesh fertilized dirt
High brutaility resulted in extreme fatalities
But we have no sympathy, so they wern't considered casualties
Molten plasma was splashed in the faces of all opposing
Automatically slashing skin and bones, first killed were posing
Last edited by Bigot Hitman; 08-12-2006 at 06:00 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
The technique is the haecceity that dissents lines from all others
Sly and unique, known throughout cinci as the father of all brothers
Staggering on stage only to amaze and blaze J.D. beat
Perform a dazing feat, racing to pentrate and let a Mc bleed
Rain cinderblocks on flocks of egos
Scavenge like the seagull, bringin the power of a trio
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 complex scheme
I’m the croc that shocks flocks of livestock
Pop shots at spots that mock the rhyme plots
Bringin the ringin, that leaves, ear parts bleedin
Pleadin for feedin, fat weaves, hear hearts leakin
Flawless throws of taws, lead to money brawls
Jawless hoes with laws, meet the honey paws
Thats me, got the shudder hands, that burst powder
Lack g’s, pop the rubber bands, at first rounders
Loopin dart pairs, can’t miss it, like a sniper’s hit list
Shoot in parks where, pants glisten, dikes an hikers kissin
Check it, Who Wu banga? I’s the mind liberator
Reckless, Who hanged her? Eye’s find hidden craters
Core talents, I rap like this, fucks the old flows
More talons, I wrap my shit, ducks get low blows
Preposted but its good
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
Blood stained the cement
How much viloence can commence
I'na second, Perpetrators fled in the lexus
Left two teens under sixteen leaking
For creepin ina the house of a kingpin
Many possible reasons
Could be treason, or just frontin
What ever it was, it wasn't worth nothin
The truth didn't save them
Look at the oragans on the ground
Under the summer heat, fryin from red to brown
I should have blessed them with the vests
But i had beef wit'em from the past
And now half of their faces
Are diveded by broken glass
As the bullets passed by
Caught the parkin meter's plastic
The scene was dramatic
Graphic images imprented like magic
Drastic measured were took to complete the hit
But on some dumb shit, i heard it was over a box of spliffs
How yaw feel about that quick piece?
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
dedication
Now yo yo, whattup yo, time is runnin out. It's for real though, let's connect politic - ditto. We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases. Word up, peace incarcerated scarfaces
12 spits and one word of feedback, thanx for it do, i'ma keep postin cause like i said before:
"Feedback is unrequired, i'm sending mc's to retirement
The mic up my sleave ready to cleave, any enviornment"
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
Perfection is the quota my shit sets
So fuck techs, i kill you wit the poison text/
Fucka stage, fucka crowd, the mic i'm entertaining
Wit pages that contain the ever falling different rains/
Books i never read, except the dictonary
Increase the vocbulary to figures
A "virgin wouldn't marry"/ (virgin marry)
But tell me this, why every time i walk through the hills
Cops get the chills, and pheens hide the pills?/
Does my apperance, strike fear in hearts of narc's
Plus ain't ever heard my shit repeated
SO it must be the same for the sharks/
When its dark the shots start to spark
And thats the que
For the villans to start to lark/
I mean lurk, Catch christans breakin in the churches
Or maybe they atheists
I know them cuase the cro bars they purchased/
From me, the catalyst, Better start scatterin
Or i'ma leave ya nuts hangin from a latter man/
That was wack, but its rare so you can't compare
Me to anybody
Its like a thick rope, to a hair
This rap i'm rotting
This is the shitiest rap on this thread but i did it quick so i don't giva ____
Last edited by Bigot Hitman; 08-15-2006 at 07:05 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
Hot pens caused loss feelings, as if i went through war
Ink gore, spread on the paper, ill caper, wit the words
Uplift the undertaker, pierce a faker quick lika laker
Dominate like number eight, rappin game fate maker
The flows constant, i gota lake feedin my river
Under pressure i deliver, to the crowd, the bigger livers
Dropa verse a day without hesitation or difficulty
Splittin nations wit the sword piece, basically all countries
The realest of the real can understand what i'm spittin
These schemes are well written, graphical shit thats vivid
Last edited by Bigot Hitman; 08-16-2006 at 09:56 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
Bless wit the techs, caniballistic like the baget
Cuz i eat the best, mc's thats sour get left
Catch me in a hour, witness my super nova
Rollin over a black hole, the planets is my soldiers
Lay you out wit ten billion year old light rays
That long to make contact, but now you get impact, for days
Play me lika the video, I transform into somethin serial
Maybe killa on radio, might put bombs in niggas ceral
Yeah you already know i'm comin wit a verse a day
My mind, and rap vein is like a never ending relay
Plus i'm mad happy, the ravens smacked the eagles
When excited my lyrics can be lethal,
Presidental mc can't throw a veto
Split that speedo wit words that dope
No joke when i tote the magnum bitch fathem
Should know i prevail in a cell, live off the talcum
Not the powder, explode on stage a mile high
Check the spot light, i'm scannin the hills for fights
Ten minute verse for ya ass
Last edited by Bigot Hitman; 08-17-2006 at 10:00 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
Ill caper-ill times
Turnin boys like from the city of god to frontline soldiers
Catch a super nova, hard to find like the quad leaf clover
Lines fat as biggie, invading out of town tepees
Rip the m’s plus the c’s, light spotted on stage oversees
Rejecting the pleads, guilty or innocent
Hard homes beat soft homes, fuck ya pillow tent
Strikin militant, body mass measured by face fat
Scout out the victim, attack wit the metal laced bat
Place a cat, wit the loins ain’t no fromin alliance
Wilds ones more dense ina sense, roaring tyrants
Take them eyes out wit pliars
Yo check my sentences, puttin bitches in ill predicaments
Runin marathons wit broken ligaments, suck my dick spit
Lit the medicine wicks wit the sickness,
Check it, I’m battelin any enemy right on the spot
I set it, wit deep plots lined wit high electrical watts
A my crew work wit the metal and locks so call me smith
Dip a bitch face in mercury, you can check my illtistics
That shot you missed, wound up hittin sutin
My crew enslaving, yo I’ll catch you in the dungeons
I ain’t takin shots at other artists, that shits primitive
If we got beef, then to your home I send a representative
Wit the 3 pound ones, and ain’t talkin bout the hammers
Giva nigga a fruit basket wit bombs, lookin like bananas
And I don’t ever take a life, sun I just release one
From this hell, if I fail, that means police won
Fucka statistic, I’m just tryin to provide logistics
For my hood’s sickness, dive in wide ditches
6 feet deep, the greatest sacrifice possible
Peep the lethal streets, 85 degrees means hostle
Maxin at the bust stop, look they got the bullet vests
2 niggas cross from me, stickin up a CVS
It was blatant, niggas was young an inexperienced
Thats the dangerous kind, ruthless an quick to bust a clip
I’amazed and fazed like how the fuck I’ma witness
Peep the security gaurd froma krogers shacked up
Panicin sweatin callin for mad back up
And them niggas ain’t get out the store yet
But just then, one ran out wit blood on his chest
Must of had the cheep bullet proof, sirens is gettin louder
And check this, them niggas doin a robbery wit the powder
In the pocket, the cops seent them drop it as they fled
These is city jakes, so get the chalk out cuz here comes the lead
Bout 7 or 8 shots rang thorught the hills each one sent chills,
Rubberneckin in some automobiles, but underneath blood spilled
But its aight cuz here the bus come, counted up the fare sum
I ain’t showin no feelins, gots none cuz they recenty killed my son
,
Fightin wit a pair of bludgeons, The court jake got walle fudge ones
Bout to bust some blood packets, thats some lips, up in the judge dun
Battlein the jury wit fury, but not wit some words
Over some stolen jewelry, copped wit some extra force
Store had big canines, plus a cage wall
Them dogs I shot 5 times, one looked 4'9 tall
Squealed loud when I released the bullets left peace
Immediately deceased, weak sirens rang in my headpiece
Thats when I should have dipped out wit haste
But at the time I was broke,
And I got two strikes from crime, so I can’t sell the dope
Broke every counter in the store grabed the shit sloppily
But this wasn’t no little buisness, they was monoply
Runnin everthin in the hood, from goods to ice
So they had the good security system
And when the cops came, I stood to fight
Caught one pig in the shoulder, but I was outnumbered
My getaway had been fled , wit bullets in my leg, I lumbered
Out the store wita helicopter light shining bright
Cops sayin don’t fight,
This ugly cop bitch lookin like a dike, knee in my windpipe
Tazed me, I tried to act like it a aint faze me
Pulled out the razor, and slit her shit crazy
Blood Squrited on me from her, and her backup jumped on me
Wit the pistol spittin getto ridicule, sounded funny
Gave me a lawyer who was actin like, he ain’t in to win it
He staight out said wita smirk, he wan’t the escalade thats tinted
So I’m fucked, wit proly like 10 to 13
Aggravated robbery, yo I catch you when I’m 26, police swallowed me
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
can i get some feed on anything on this thread?
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
One dropped from my crew equals 10 deaths from another
Friend or brother, Mutherfuckers get stuck like a sucker on a dick
This the new format hit, fuck them complicated lyrics
I'm showin why when it comes to my name, niggas fear it
To stare at me, it must of be truth or dare game
Cuz niggas know this gat can shoot to snare planes
Real long distances, buck shots thats persistent
Resistents is not recommended,
Just give me every thing thats glistening
Once i caught the cops listening, seent the wires
Stickin out pawn's attire, ran quick like my dick was on fire
Won't fall for the okey dooak, no nigga never
Got the eagles eyes, plus my state of mind, is always clever
Thats why i'm so fluent when it comes to freestyle'in
Words come out violent,
Get interviews from label scouts, cuz they see talent
Balance gallons of dust, fishscale, dank whatever...
My nigga gives me to bus, retail shit in hot weather
Sport the leather belt so cops won't think i'ma dealer
They sterotype yo, keep my pants high, thats for realer
Than any thing, everyday same routine
Get up 4:15,A.m., spot a fiend and get the cream
14 minuets-Wu banga
Last edited by Bigot Hitman; 08-24-2006 at 05:41 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
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Last edited by Bigot Hitman; 12-30-2006 at 03:35 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
Nice. You got alot of nice rhymes and can write for days. Definetly got some writing skillz no doubt.Originally Posted by I-Run-Da-Hills
Yo, I-Run-Da-Hills if you want feedback and so forth I'll give you some from now on if you still want. I'll try to remember to check this thread regularly and give you feedback as well as throw up some of my verses too if you want me too. Just say the word or confirm this post by saying you want me too.
Also don't forget that you should also try dropping verses or lines on the other threads we got here on the Wu-Corp forum, there's alot and you bound to get feedback as well.
Last edited by Battle 1; 09-05-2006 at 09:22 PM.
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