killin it killin it killin it!!! 1
killin it killin it killin it!!! 1
its been a hot second , but the god's been ressurected
so he who doesnt know yet, best to show some respect to this veteran
a fuckin wu corp legend, comin with new swords swivel styles ta keep ya guessin
make a fuckin example out of MCs faster than i can make a home made weapon
fuckin up ya lettuce like crops thats infested
with inbred insects that bite my fruits of labour .....then digest it
cause i got that fly shit, timeless classic devine spit
i never hawk loogies in public,,,cause my saliva ages fine like wine bitch
so prove yer not spinless like ectoskeleton rhymers
buggin out on tha mike like don king, wrong ring,,bloody diamonds
Concept left cause he writes tha divinci code slang honestly
i dont always ride my own dick, but my ego keeps trippin n fallin on me
im a cold hearted ,tundra skunk puffin canadian sasquatch thumpin
a head trip for skeptiks that dont belive one man can get this...
nice with free texts ... this literally took me a minute and about three secs
but i dont keep my eyes on clocks or a watch, cause time moves to fast for readers to digest ...the flyest mc that migrated from the east to the west
what a man gotta do?? blow his nose to get blessed
but im a handsome mc.......so i dont gotta go lookin for sex
GQ typa dude... Gettin Quality head
your a homley lonley homie , cant get brains without payin her bread
typa cat that can only hang........off every word that i said
and your number two pencil writes complete shit cause your full of it kid
fuck peelin his wig back...im pullin off his entire head
cause im the wu corp alpha male.....ya best tuck ya tail between ya legs
i hatch new life when i rhyme, you snakes brake then ate eggs
tear up the web so much i crippled your spiders 8 leggs, half steppin in shame , even grizzlies look shook when i bare arms in the woods these days
my style is fuckin dope....but dont even mention an intervention,,, when i flow more than just knowledge sprays ...shit you wont forget like holidays and those good old college days
puffin ebola just so ya know the,, kid cons artists cause im way over they head n shoulders, and id bet that ill get, the rep of bein the sickest in the west , like easy when he caught the germ,tested positive for death ..i couldnt even believe it like dam god...easy left but no one believed that eric was right ,, atleast not right enuff,so he was left to die
cause dien of aids is like fryin up eggs
a slow process of death,,,even chickens feel pain , this is your brain on drugs burnt up after taste
risky like a ten year long binge drinkin strong whisky in a tipsy mind meltin state, town to town like sum gypsies
the apple in my eyes feelin riper,,,,fuckin pie eyed surviver feelin shitier than diapers
pissed off at your bars like lifers at rikers
fuckin with me isnt healthy....like a crip whos new cell mates a biker
dumb daft british prostitutes sell mates theyre desire
im sewin up the web like a pissed off black widow spider
the wu corp vet got her wet and i dont even liker
but i beat up that pussy like a greek roman fighter
tame the pussy like a tiger till she trained how i liker
cocaine comatose mentality...cause i cant stand her thoughts of reality
plus she cramps my style cause shes constanly menstrating bleeding pretty badly
like a stuck fuckin pig..dieng slow moaning n squeeling
just cause you gluttons are dinning swine with some wine at dinner time this evening
talkin to you simple rhymers is like hanging out with bernie all weekend
tweekin.....geeked out from just reading, this heathen sized beatin i put into words and they hurt as you keep on readin
careful tho,,dont choke when you speakem, cause your under achievin personality isnt fuckin wow'n me
your bars cant hold me back, like that prison break in NBK with mickey n malorie
paint a picture perfect tragedy when typin all of my verses.....my shits priceless like an egyptian sarcofigus so its obvious i drop curses
thats a no brainer, and if she aint suck dick..... shes werthless
got wu corp shook like old ladies clutchin purses.....big CONCEPT just started tho so watch out all you herb kids
cause even the make a wish foundation aint savin up burn vics
plus the fact your a snake , satisfys my urges of knowing you deserved it
Last edited by tha god concept; 04-20-2008 at 01:01 AM.
"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
Wooooo!!! That was ill. lost me a lil' around the aids thing but still, hell of a drop man. Good shit.
I'm putting that shit in my sig.risky like a ten year long binge drinkin strong whisky
SOLID shit...so that's what spit boxin really looks like...
much respect...
weep for lost babylon,
the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog
bordered by a sea of faults,
fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt
screaming shots, police and chalk,
wingless fallen demons walking among us as people...
-.5Kut
u aint got the balls to rhyme,
with liquid lines mcs fall,
infact they cannot be called,
mcs at all they weak,
when I speak I expose them,
I suppose I could be being ova critical,
ova analytical this is my culture,
vultures pickin parts i tryin to learn the arts,
get the smart in 5 elements,
tryin to build a relevance so people care,
stand and stare when i spit
im freestyling letting my just type this shit.
^^^^
I dont know where that flow came form but im quite likin it.
Just Freestyle while bumping The Roots-Get's Busy (off the new album)
I got the BOOM! like when i read The Tipping Point
before the roots made an album about it/
i give these bars some life when i ink e'm
yall devour them like milk and titties/
or is it seeds your girl be drinking
when you spraying it all in her mouth/
thinking going down south was just phrase
i get mo' play than any game that wasn't San Andreas/
my flow ain't normal it's carnivorious spitting it ever so feverious
making you lunatics get wit the game they showing you/
those ain't videos that psychological warfare along wit disillusion
concluding to you being dumber than a tree stump is/
get wit the game know about politcs and all the pile of tricks is
give the kid some credit it ain't his fault he don't know who Barrack Obama is/
my shit stocked full of radio-active material spitting mural
so tight you'd thought Picasso and Leonardo Di'Vinci was here/
i saw these cats yell "get money" but i ain't got no for ya
ain't it funny you ain't got a j-o-b to show 4 it/
and you rather define your stage by not getting on stage
you rather take a page outta the book of stupid/
i rather take a page outta the book of judges and job
i rather roam in rome than to go back to a job that i ain't even wanted/
Last edited by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS; 04-28-2008 at 02:40 PM.
This life is short so til the day i die i strike with force
Write on the back of a horse, passing your porche
Took shorts til the day i became taller, the human torch
Examine forts, and resorts..bang babes on beaches sand in shorts
Drop bombs off cliffs..they land on dwarfs
From the land up North, my hand to hand, drug sports
Low cut villian killing, your Curious George
Bang on a boar, call of the wild, hear me roar
Raise ya hands if your sure the generals raw
Relax then maul, the black panther jungle dancer
These days medevil, my tongue stays lethal
Injection leaves you dead from brain swell, may God be with you
Last edited by Mantra; 04-28-2008 at 10:52 AM.
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
open your mental
crack your through ya dental/
enter through ya sinus
like Martin Short in Innerspace/
now emcees trying to unroll scrolls
when they don't even have the flow that glows/
when they don't even have the education,
knowledge, wisdom & understanding to dicipher the translation/
expression through detention
exposition through retrofitting/
my extra flows be no kidding
to any team placing a bid in/
i've been staying fresh since 9-8
went from rapnetwork to the Wu-Dungeon/
to entering the 36 chambers
before sucker emcees were head hunting/
Now these sucker emcees think being wack
isn't the same as being fraudulant/
what the fuck is wrong wit cha
my lines be more in the veins
of those like method man to kris parker/
i'm the archer flow sparker
rhyme hollow tip spitting so sick/
i rip your brain appart
without ever changing my dart clip/
take a hold of you mentally
telepathy wrangle mind straight like jeans/
now you wanna be bell biv devoe
when i strike the pen i'm poison/
you can dry clean the flow while i steam the bars
you trying iron out cha lines while i dry clean my lines/
Here go a preparatory story of a gorey king fell from glory/
mandatory sunny days don't stay, but they return to stormy/
borin Maury-type whores implored me for a moment of notice/
smokin on lotus leaves amidst redwood trees in the forest/
came from a Taurus to a Heckler, then back to the poorest/
Moorish Science like-minded, sold my flour like a florist/
stay the night, devour porridge, but didn't see the trap doors/
descended near my end pretendin friends wasn't actors/
kept my back towards the wall, recovered quick from the fall/
stood tall for all seasons, killed y'all reasons to cook raw/
shook the pigs like it's football, nixin' the richer politicians/
no crook, y'all, hood law got me runnin back to the corners blitzin/
mixin wit Krishnas, vixens, and so-called Christians, listenin/
to advice from Christ-like men and mice, removin the venom in/
my system, gained wisdom from my Biblical umbilical cord/
my pinnacle soared from cynical wards to still live for the Lord...
Aggression through transgression, stepping through the spectrum
wisdom the dumb question, while some quest for lessons
Let sons build without the weapons, negative vibes killed
Inherit degrees, seeds minds filled
Bills billed to my address, back then i embraced stress
Couldn't maintain without cess, and sex
2 way text messages to older Gods i respect
Carry the jewels instead of the tech, a technical vet
money stacker, why blow it on a bet?
home is where i rest, devils wanna test my peace
Fuck color a devil's a wicked man, or woman same status as beasts
turn up the beats, as i feast on tracks unreleased
Cheap thrills iv'e seen turn to blood spills
Throw out the pills, man made headaches kill
A story for the children to be served preferably chilled
Last edited by Mantra; 05-06-2008 at 09:45 AM.
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
I spread words across tha street lyk epidemic chicken pox/
I hostage tha globe,darkness falls,eclipse dust just as tha bottom of a pot/
darkness befalls and midnight cums/masses screamin,tha lethal pestilence came from tha slums/
as i watch da world turns,doom swingin/
i incite a war,crips of blood,hedz of scores missin/
orchestra singin,releasin sounds lyk dead men yellin/
tha street mayan,brain is lyrical pagen/lyrics drop bomb digit lyk an arabian priscriptions/
mcees git missin,they git eaten by tha wild beast/gravity destruction/
tha blac drakular,i swing swords,chop hedz off wivout no reason/
lyrical dissin,words clanned wiv dymamite infusion,adrenaline cocontion...its torture/
i drag bomb shells 4rom da sky lyk magnet,then allowmassive destruction/
"I deal with tha truth and build with the youth"
Waving the iron flag, fire on fags before i retire my rag
subscribe to magazine mags, scribing journals in Bagdad
Return to Armageddon, mind bending game got me crazy women
Winning these street wars, don't speak whores sweat me in the stores
Broads got me bored, i get groupies with no deal, or tour
Type to rob a rapper signing autographs in record stores
Wet your lord, beatdown your idols, them niggas softcore
talk raw, and get your face thrown on the grill, i do murder chores
Don't eat swine but i'm burning boars, get down on the shore
Beach is flying, i can't be faded while i'm frying
Heart of a lion, king of the jungle grinding, never trying
always violent when pressed, the wild style tyrant
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
you got O.C. style, simple and hardcoreOriginally Posted by J.T.S.
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 fact i'm gifted puts me high on the shit lists
Of those who received coal on their first christmas//
What is this hatred? i didn't ask to be a wise nigga
Dun, face it, "only true colors rise with the sun"//
That means its the fake that stick to the dark world
I might call'em misguided, but i got translucent eyelids//
Even when i'm sleep'in i can kinda see what's come'in
With no war drumm'in i standout and forge sumthin//
Spontaneous yet complex like i planned it for hours
Strong like the paint brush on a canvas of power//
Lets think prematurely and ponder the last breaths
Will a be accident like a tight rope walker loose'in his step?//
Maybe i'll go down as another black idol murdered
Whatever the bet is,
Mostly i just wanna be well respected//
Especially by the ones who i do out of admiration
Not position,
Then i'm fine with throw'in my last pitch in//
Last edited by Bigot Hitman; 05-08-2008 at 10:42 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
Iron maidens return, my burners burn once it's my turn
Blast out the whip doing a U-turn, i spray firms
Burn degrees to a third, my words absurd
Cum on ya birds, word i get women by the herds
These rappers terds, and gayer than Goldberg
Moving on emcee's with Cheetah speed, run ya gee's
Sonning teams, running ya guns, and cream
Son don't sleep, eternally cremating beats
Arsonist techniques, i'm rather unique respect me
A stressed gee, undressing wisdoms sexy
Text these darts correctly, of course the vets me
Moving so fast as i harass, you can't detect speeds
All my connects peeps, i snap knecks sleep
Spit streets in the midst of drama, movements discreet
Last edited by Mantra; 05-10-2008 at 03:46 PM.
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
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