This struggle is like a horror movie, Wonder wtf will soothe me
Bleed same blood, Thugs, wannabes, Righteous seem to boo these
Fabricators, Boast about whips,bitches, ice like skaters
The illiterate fib, In the heat of war,you traitors
My flavor is edible, Givin' a piece of my mind
Recline,Ignite L's,Money to make, not much time
Like over sleepin' , Check the deepness, form the pieces
Pussy beatin, Wise over weakness, Liquor filled cups like reeses
Wow! So even "keyboard freestylin" you repeat your wack lines???Originally Posted by HZA HECTOR
Impossible to pulverize my poetry poltergeist
Digital thoughts that can't be numbered they're numbing Christ
Crucify foes with a cross bow remembering this lost flow
Renegade with a gauge sniper aims colossal
Blow em out 1,000 years later remains found as fossils
Cooling out with hot hoes i bagged at your show
Front your another target of this drive by flow
eyes glow shining in the night your rhyming in the light
Squeezed like lime with a roman whip to rip flesh from behinds
Swords tear hind quarters sergeant of slaughter proceeds the orders
For the bloody battle ended in the second quarter
Out by half time inventor of the design that made em flat line
Resting in heartlands with bitches caressing my hard hands
crazy fans under Stan willing to die while guns summer jam
So keep your hams make you gays move to San Fran
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
nice 1 hza let drop the science tho
you gave me 8 bars right
yo, give me a golden vat
i ll drink up the liqour in 8 bars
walk the streets dolo dubble strapped
heated up like hot plates
poppin them thang like bubble wrap im at you
thought you was a monster
you more of delusionist with multi personality
im drunk when im sober
everlastin effects while i move thru the solar
Right outside.
i aint fucked up bout these ho ass rappers, im still mackin
got the steel clackin on a faggot bitch ass as a lil fella get cash
leave u wit a wet ass like u just got up wit ya boy friend
i keep them metal toys and im so quick to bust a bwoy head
but thats just how i gotta come when im comin from the gutter
choppas slice your ass apart like a hot knife thru warm butter
finish what a faggot start, skin a pear shaped trick just like a pear
then disappear, leavin a bitch on the ground wit his ass up in the air
shrap has been the mayor of this town bitch so bounce trick
run yo circus out of town quick, hollow tips will get a clown ripped
plus i pound a trick over the head wit an AK stock
while u straight gay talk like a homo wit a lisp and collect shots
and i aint just talkin bout nuts bustin in your ass and mouth
youll get your guts busted plus intestines hangin out-
from a shotty blast, toss yo pack or get ventilated
N.E.L put u on the list of dead ass bitches who hated
Left Barely Inches from Taking ya last Breath, Thats Just..
how me n Shrap do Whoever Half Step, Brass Knuckles
Smash ya Ass now who gets tha Last Laugh, Last Chuckle
ya can Have Muscle dont' mean shit if u can't Tussle
Grapple ya Quickly, Cancel ya Big Dreams..
for a spot in tha Soil Nappin 6 feet Deep
don't matta wat u own ya Gone with a Single Sweep
of tha Lyrical Serial mass murda worse then Any Be-fore
Decorate my floor with my enemies Corpses,
Cordially invite ya ta Enter my Fortress
u'll get a taste of my Forces, and ain't talking Air Force Kicks
talking bout dat Air Force that Wage Wars n Slay your Kidz
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
I leave bodies in ashes
can't run, I'm the fastest
leave a whack line, I'll blow it away
I'm a ghost kids say
entering throne rooms daily
you fucking shit up? barely
you couldn't drop it hot with frying pan
you couldn't rob a dying man
I feel invincible, I'm on cloud nine clown
my lyrics turn any frown upside down
The, U. NY Knicks. NY Jets. NY Mets. > Ur teams = The Truth
Allegiance is pledged take it to the streets snatch your cred
Living dead vampires devoured with silver bullets to the head
Headed to the shed after the blood shed to break bread
Put y'all out there like bass heads on the move like mobsters from feds
Fuck who said what put them to sleep with head buts
Mummy wrap them like King tut their times up
Caress women lonely my enterprise worth more than Sony
just kidding homie save the pretty shit for Tony
Horses untamed lames running with ponies
Hanging up and changing my digits every time the phonies phone me
Rocking you raiders process elimination for traitors
hip-hop dictator with enough chips to put hits on haters
Trying to out spit the b-boy no comparison like Bruce versus Leroy
I see joy through the pain as i proclaim my proclamation
infuriated with the fury to wreak havoc on radio stations
Stationed suckers sanctioned and sectioned fulfill my craving
No escape your promotion only like mix tapes
Acid mixtures tested on your face
These rappers lab rats smoking blunts before they're hijacked
Stay in your place or get ran through like a Colombians safe
Verses can't be duplicated i copyright what i say
Off the head or of the pen my styles a ten
Dead or alive very few can contend
So pretend that your mute and shut the fuck up my friend
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
damn j.t.s u definetly killed it ...gotta write sumthing afta that... When it comes to this i dont Play...A-Round, even if this was A PlayGround i still wount Play Around i Lay it Down so That... when u get +Layed ta Rest+ n str8 up Layed Out Flat it Dont Mean tha Same As when ya Lay Down ta Nap u Gay Soundin Cats that make soundtracks should b ashamed of ya lame soundin tracks, just plain garbage maN! all i CAN SAY IS ud b great garbagemen
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
the mystique create intrigue/
emerge from the dust and sprawl out like pine trees/
he lure MCs to the slaughter/
study techniques, the poeple tremble as though he wasnt a martyr/
cyclin though patterns caused steady flow like fountains/
he crush mountains/
they deeemd the skills worthy/
We do it for the people.
thoughts hazed, eyes blazed, color bright red, eyes wud be the target of a bull raid//
ace of spades- my green escape// triumph card always up my sleeve, and a swisha sweett-flavored grape// restin on my left ear bout to get raped//my lungs a virgin pussy, my head is a cherry ready to get popped//roll a blunt of kushy, vulnerable, let my defence drop// then let it penetrate my mouth. boy its a big one// smoke cum in my lungs, one hit my cherry is done, its popped// im yelling please stop//but at the same time its really what i want// high with pleasure i forget about my pain//my minds still present; still sane// just a lot of THC impairing my membrane// lightin up trees my hobby mayne// a picture ah me chillin in the scene with green just chillin on tha frame// ya homeboy unheard-of aint gone he slain// he chillin in heaven HIGHER than the stars// with jesus puffin cigars// tha clouds be what im exhalin// i can make ya day cloudy, or stormy in ya safe haven// cloud the whole U.S. nation no escapin im tha big show like thats so raven//
We got it for free styles of brutality brutal analogies
Cosmic mentality finger jab crabs eyes missing violently
Proving my point with a shank interlocked in Scientology
Gothic fright my hands stitched to the mic
Emcee's left with ripped vocal cords blood flowing on the right
My life's a U.f.C. fight and the devil gets Kimbo Slice
Ghetto prisoner plight to stank bitches I'm impolite
Stop talking and pass the light I'm getting ass tonight
I roll like power in black and white smash your pipes
Clip your wings so you can't take flight
Launchpad explosions happen as i'm posing
the lyrical method got them asking what's that shit he be smoking?
No time for block posting I'm robbing rappers for rocks frozen
I write with emotions while a dime is deepthroating she keeps choking
bust off sticky puddle of kids she's sipping sickly
Nine with me my buddy fire quickly trash it cops frisked me
Let go my rep grows opponents deported like Shyne Poe
Century slaughter make aliens on mars martyr's
Jump-off the style starter I'm a Gotti your a Nick Carter
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
you don't got the college then to polish of honest men
my dentist end this with a compromising sentence/
sadentary buried in film gerrymander rapidly firing circuitry
option lines topicgraphic rhymes dropping back like Prime/
dot cha matrix cave in chests, replace cha vest swat cha best
you got lanvender on your a fucking heathen mess/
address me as Blasta Masta after past cha cermony
i bury you emcees call me the homie don juan pawn your charms/
lady friend cha ovoulate when i comentate you can't even concertrate
debate the battler rattle you scally wags click n drag i'm a modern pirate/
sailing through the web you need a net, i just need ethernet
you don't got the ether when i read your just a blueprint not a finished product/
dry fist cha wish kiss the bones wish me back histroy's first clone
take the throne i'm home away from knomes with skills i crow/
bowl for pins i took the throne of men, became neverland reinsert the name PAN the MAN after Ruffio's death i Hooked Hook back and gave an end of threats/
don't ask who's the best your a bare cupboard with nothing in it
i'm full kitchen spitting a lynching so you can't hang wit me man/
Last edited by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS; 10-29-2009 at 09:42 AM.
I got the heart of a tin man
every deadly sin was a plan
your force ain't hot, more luke-warm
got a hit? I just juke and stiff arm
plus in reality you couldn't piss in a potty
how a rookie gonna beast this, honestly
I'm bound for glory like God's son
until I kill an mc for acting dumb
they was never enemy, just to the game
I generate fires to burn this lame
haters like a middle man after I zone
trapped as they try to crawl home
body snapped by punches fast as mach three
since one foe's dead I'm happy
The, U. NY Knicks. NY Jets. NY Mets. > Ur teams = The Truth
the most hated heart disgraced on a race to ray the dark
Lay the art ancient dart golden gleam expression sparks
Consume the charts raise the bill on your boards
Bomb on your floors deteonated deaths and no draws
Insured life's are paid by your kin keep kinetic medicine
Stashed in socks dashed then blocked in capers versus madmen
swords thrust your frame in the dust leaking shackled demon
War treason reason asset freezing extortion paper meetings
Cabinet of killers fufill a killer cold blooded thriller
Show manilla stadium pack attack cracked the pillars
Wisest judge jungle hung vultures feast on the beast
Battle blown once horns are heard chaos in the east
Last supper ate before death's battle by hell gates
Weapon laced eyes blinded by mase as we run by homebase
Enemies shot in face fall in dirt put in their place
Addicts are avenue chased kidnapped in case we catch a case
Briefcase of ransom money a million in store
Dropped off by the f.b.i. bullet knocked them through the door
Through windows flying screaming ground level landing
Abducted Mariah by tying up Nick Cannon
Gagged his mouth with a bag of m&m's
On my feet bulletproof tims ya'll running wimps
Rushed by chimps a goodyear for pockets to blimp
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
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