nooses neva loosen, ya boots in fluid solution
conducting electricution for your execution
flesh is left oozin, drippin 'n ribboned off
best of booze, tippin, spittin kalashnikovs
dont piss us off, might hafta split'cha mop
grab tha bucket, yall aint passin tha subject
you buncha flunky fuck fags, get nut checked
you rap for butt sex, aint ask for one check
silly hillbilly coward, fuck's next?
my milli speak louder, than funk flex
ya peeps showered, in one sec
leave you sorely defiled, scorpion style
gunnin til they come escort me to trial
corniest child, think its time you chill yo
'for you get'cha ass stuck up like dildos
forreal tho, tha boards is hostile
push a four to ya nozzle, at full throttle
leave ya frozen as fossils of clothes models
closed tonsils, to choke ya for flowin aweful
put a stop to tha shit, like constipation
catch me poppin a clip, at constellations
shootin stars, right off hollywood boulevard
concentration, camp fat as a bowl of lard
pack em in, like mexicans in tha cutlass
'82, paint chippin like fuck it
squad drops to black water, defective fam slaughtered
fast talkers, that slept with tha grasshoppers
in tha field with tha tre, steal to get paid
take the evidence to seal in your grave
its evident, you needed steel on tha pave
forget about it, aint leavin tha crib without it
ya doubt it youll be surrounded n pounded
face down in tha crowd it's, so loud n crazy
accountants that pay me, be countin it daily
from tha corners to tha mountains of haiti
ima warn ya how tha housins is shady
your a joke in tha streets, like sedways
a hopeless dead weight, no bread bank
'n broken nest egg, behold ya death date
my foes get flesh ate, like agent gangrene
tha cops arrest rate, be makin state's cream
they bathe in raked green, hands in our pockets
steady stream seen, crackin tha faucet
baggin tha profits, back at tha office
spend tha cash on tha slots its, a fool's game
rules changed, get chained in tha pool, sank
to tha bottom of gotham's ranks
fuck a bat man, i rob witta shank
mask on tha top with, tha glasses on optics
eject tha cock pit, dash wit'da hostage
yall get fucked in tha can, like cops kids
real nice shit ya'll. good to see this thread still active az ever..gotta keep sharpening those writing swords
peace dirty
aint changed, but tha game do, i always remained true
ive preyed.. to save loot, 'n slaved.. for yay too
still kingshitty came thru, wif major league pay boost
now im twistin papers, wuteva flavors, i may choose
listen neighbor, i paid dues, ive supported tha wars
converted a former morgue to lab recordin tha horror
major corpses in cooridoors 'n organ hordes on tha floor
unbelievably morbid gore, bitch clean for me por favor!
Eye’s on the prize.
I don’t intend to rise and comprise myself as being a device.
Simply by intensifying the nonfiction to create friction among those in correctional institutions.
Is my least favorable way to a revolution. Ignite a chemical solution that spreads pollution in your body and robs your soul so now you’re nothing but dull and you looking fucking crazy like those treasure trolls
i got magic gott so much bitches clapping and yelling wat happen
but i turn around and yell bitches keep packing cuz we cant slow the money from stacking
attacking niggas and broads grabbed them sawed offs
cause some grown man shit is about to pop off
take off in the nismo losing the cops in my town is real simple
then i got my cock sucked by a cute bitch with dimples
ill get'cha head twisted like rubix cubes
wit'cha fist clenched,locked up in cubic rooms
subterrainean jewish tombs, stone shafts
hiroglyphics 'n old maps, codes cracked
neva know when ya phones tapped, cold callin
confusin as fathers day, in old harlem
im usin your daughters lace 'n gold garland
settin fires, defacing ya whole apartment
probly broken more noses than cola gardens
cuz these posers is softer than bowls'a margarine
puttin holes in they garments, flows harmin'
bout to stab thru they domes, wif bones sharpened
aint no need to expose, tha chrome barkin
approved to prove my improvements monumental movements
you peanuts melted to butter squad bomb on ya students
teachers sprayed by the pulpit preachers slayed
a sacrifice like Christ critical crucifixion craze
building booth's in caves i shoot you shave
home of the blaze four alarm sound-off as we invade
you slaves picking we hitting like great britians
your dreams never came to light like biggie's commision
tree's sharpen the vision here comes visual incisions
chill on the maps me and my compass cats
illegally strapped laying gully traps
low fade covered by the wooly wu skully hat
black n' yellow crack em mellow
fish-net emcee's torn like old stocking caps
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
he hidin in wool skullys, tha pistol is pulled fully
schoolhouse, we knockin fools out, n pissin on bullys
da shit is gully, more like putrid n vial, do it wif style
u aint agree wif me, then mufucka, you's in denial
i move tha dial, counter clockwise, they found ya hogtied
shot in fog lights, possibe mob ties, look into God's eyes
as your thoughts die, n your fading off in tha distance
on tha blocks, where them buscuits, be poppin like fish sticks
forget it homie, dip shits, cant floss in this district
these mufuckaz tryna drop, get caught witta fist quick
bossin business, fresh deals, run up on you like treadmills
let tha lead peel, head's still, burried in dead fields
u aint no cowboy, forreal, jus a lame in a leather vest
bout to get'cha ass rolled like ya name wuz proffessor x
what we need is, strategic, means to sieze chips
bout to swim across tha border, we seein them beans dip
illegally crossin over, n sneakin in weed bricks
i could give a fuck really, aint chiefin that cheap shit
no need for a weak spliff, aint pickin no seeds out
we fixin to twist chronic 'n kick in tha beach house
while mixin a gin tonic, wif dick in a freak's mouth
she puttin her lips on it, preparin to feast down
cuz this is what we bout, crave my next installment
rhyme toxin, lines droppin, with tha freshest solovents
niggas went to drink it, then they slept with dolphins
there aint a way to reach this, no texts or calls in
meth involvments, they solvin mad stacks of cases
now they got my balls walled in, like batting cages
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battle victor mark em like punctuation in the trunk the pump is waiting
jump occassion pirate off the battle-ship crafting historical creations
total devestation at the nearest gas station fumes fumigating
let's bloom this trait then justify my plurals playin'
stripes on the shirt strike the uncut verse
you wither worse than dried up flowers
Sunny sun-power the youngin' in the tower
via satellite acid verbals raining on them cowards
revenge is mine sayeth the god lethal with rods
twist the kush then i'm heaven high giving black-eye's to slobs
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
baptized by gods in rising ponds, our minds are bombsOriginally Posted by J.T.S.
we are fires caused by crossed wires rapping iron palms
hidden liners drafting applause,
tire tracks are tapped for calls while I am wrapped in gauze
beamed through cracked walls, my technique strangles thoughts
dangling above a ravine's drops I am a priest over diseased crops,
ceremonies over a deceived flock,
I am the author of these ungodly mockeries
as I preach the merits of thievery, my words fall on empty rocks and freeze....
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
City under siege by savages and their savagery
i'm at my post giving orders to lower ranking soulja's carefully
if there's casulties so let it be it's merits over mockery
I stay secluded in the bomb shelter don't need camera's watching me
or the pigs stopping me trying to come with bogus charges
no new recruits we don't need out-siders in the squadron
we got a gym to lift in the forest i make the squad run
crazy drills to increase physical skill tactics to snatch guns
bullet-proof vests for everyone unless it's a head-shot son
were not trying to be out- gunned or out-done
we got troops so quick with the hands they could rock young tyson
in the first round dispersed rounds of barrels smoke em
And if i'm fatally hit give my ahes to wifey, and kids
And all the money iv'e acquired written in a will is evenly split
to fam members only jakes gt me on the run like jada and pretty toney
i got caught hit with multiple terrorist charges know life is dark and lonely
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
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