as a dominator mind approximater fate laden dead any emcees with the skills
give you the proxy rock mentals like pucks shot in hockey/
trying block me document opulence cop my tape "Fed Da Monster" ain't no flow sicker than a populace trying to adopt a baby named "Oscar", "Hi Oscar" what's this family guy/
go run and hide flung radiation never trying to dodge what cha need
feed greed bring in the bloody mary's trying to detour case/
i was born to support war in the streetsOriginally Posted by .5KutSkeleton
off ambilical cords, sportin' fatigues
food riots, the fuckin stores are policed
sugar lines, no buyin more than you need
lab genetics dont grow no more from the seed
synthetic forms are the norm, corn the lead
the first of seven angel's horns is released
bring the famine to lands that swore they was free
sent to camps with their baggage sorted 'n siezed
stripped to ass, collapsed to the floor on their knees
sniffin gas, poured on the corpses to creame
love the roads that i chose, worshipped idols of goats
used to spend days in the kitchen sortin piles of coke
why tho? when these prescription fuckin viles is whoa
so many pills in a day i could prob'ly tile my throat
targeting system data, AR -10, bushmaster
aint fast as a .50 but the shit should catch ya
blew backward, scattered limbs 'n fragmentation
splash the pavement, after this 'n that engagement
smash ya face in while you pump your gas at stations
tried to test bury you undead medicated time i triple spit flows fast and burst cha like a pimple get cha zipped up like a hoodie, trying to call me ill do you like a prisoner of prizim/
get cha wisdom authorize optimise rhymes when you can't even operate
dominate trading blows riddick bowe break ya nose foes can get miked up and embarrased like an on-air accident whoops your justa regular show with no room to grow/
show n prove distance cha lose your grip on gravity
magenetically i distablize verses while your still rehearsing
get cha taken outta the booth from the mustard gas released/
one piece you dumb beast i reeces leave pieced up like pies
trying divide by "Y" get cha axis cut down by powers with "X" in the housing projects like Malcom while you march in March with The Lutherian MCs/
i am the anti-thesis for anything trying to be featured
preach off the pulpit become the culprit trying to recover the lost ark/
Last edited by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS; 04-06-2012 at 04:26 PM.
But most lost smarts being pop tarts trying to act hard,preach off the pulpit become the culprit trying to recover the lost ark
gettin scratch as the blasts scar leaving young charred...
Stung, charged, Pigs planting dirty 8 plus 1s far, from hard
now on the run hard out of breath like consecutive Pun bars
layin' low in the back seat of a Nuns car take the bird hostage
like ostrich disguised like Pirates, screamin' Fucking Cunt, ARRRGH !!!
This is Melanin Magik (Black Magic)
"They monitor my body functions from Central London
my heart rate is thumping, i suffer from numbness
A robot arm shoves the drugs in
A...A robot arm shoves the drugs in..
" - Canibus
Canibus had a lyrical vision of the ancient mayan depiction
of Sean C sniffing cocaine and going crazy on his computer system
i heard someone like MI5 were watching me round the clock
they didnt want my knowledge of other worlds to drop
humans aint in tune with earth and nature its fcked up
im in tune with all that, nature the universe and the future so whats up?
how come its the prophecized year, 2012
and im the only one developing new strength to send devils to hell
scientists work round the clock to figure this out
they nothing but larvals left in doubt
mammals who can talk but with no higher intelligence
no direction so it makes you all irrelevant
im the only man ET's are interested in
ive travelled to other dimensions and brought back the stuff that they interested in
99% of believers in 2012 are just fed up of life
I hold in my hands the matrix and i hear "Rodimus Prime Arise"
you scared
yo i'm krs one, son cutting niggas son
you aint neo you aint the one
making an album on space in 2012 the dawn of a new era
its like midget happy sniffing cocaine while his daughter gets raped by boatie
an mc with no technique, i make you OD, b
you aint ready for the future you see
if gza is so intelligent then save yourself
after 2012 we'll swap places and its you with low health nigga
switch cha stance, Bruce Lee deadly damaging handling what cha managing from punches
i rock-slide cha team down until they become magnetized/
Oppenheim rocking minds divided by tides driven ides never march in without a plan
close out cha measures, geographically earthed in a place called Queens, NY
from Jamacia Ave to Merrick Blvd you know how hard we working to squeeze you like The Juice/
get on your move if the glove don't fit, you must acquitte
driven wept never hated always fated by the lights weighing in/
back in the S-H never hardly now you know how
trying to board my vessal acting like your investment is that special/
freeeee
SkamPoe at instagram @kinghippoe
FOLLOW!!
In my hood, even the Bad Pay rent
We Hang posters on the wall and stay bent
This style will make KRS-One Step Son
I'll Cut to the next chapter cus this one's done
How many MC's who paved the way
Can still spit a hot freestyle today
Can still stay relevant in the words they say
Triceratops, bermuda triangle, you see the snail
Last edited by Big Baby Jesus 666; 04-12-2012 at 03:12 PM.
Triceratops, bermuda triangle, you see the snail
raids over government drug trades, elites prevail
prosecution from hell, the constitution fails
lies sale breaking wall street, pockets run deep
deception decepticons prey on the weak
guns for sale can't hate on the heat
they kill us in the street, instead of war we retreat
and burn candles remembering mayhem memories
They milk us like cows cause we cower so cowardly
give a fuck about who's the greatest dead emcee
i deal with the living innovative until the end of my life's inning
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
alberto viene le gusta a su su su que susto no esta embarazada como alguien so dumb... i need love bad but love is something i never had... i need minnie inactive liberty vocabulary entry schools... inactive betito.. le gusta todo lo que es yes bien tengo c d ritmos.. ritmeros.. drunken monk en espana dijo que que tu tu practice practice con yes basket balon cest o baloncest o fuck pau ... super pau get un dunk a blake griffin el canelo .. griff local t v news anchors slang.. peace a swing.. seen the new ken griffeys.. esta cabron.. u can tell que este un acappella.. street fighter... i watch the sunrise in your eyes.. its like music when reggaeton comes we become paralyzed and u tell me ur mine .. i found daisy m on facebook it froze ... we go back .... yup kindergarten 89 a number damn sound of the pop pop pop pop goes the weasel... who did i like....at ese tiempo.......el maestro......m c hammer........ sup j t hope ur flow is magical u my homie i give u shout outs. peace man stay boston up. u mass ..... el reggaeton latino no ooo oooooooo through a mexican s eyes. stay up homie. peace friends. el reggaeton vive . salud .
Trip
can't call this life or even night of the livin dead,
from their eyes I peer into empty heads and see nines missing from their flesh
some may be simply mislead but they never questioned what was said,
so they're just as much to blame as those that poisoned the food we were mis-fed
follow or be bred by Uncle Sam in his big brass bed,
our failing economy is the last laugh of Eastern thought as rational bombs attack the West
we're the Kings that can't feed their seeds...so who really knows best?
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
eastern thoughts flown west
which spot gettin blown next? grown debts
fascist road on the home stretch, straight naval
them fuckin fortresses in mountains aint fables
they're all connected underground with the papal
scowlin' angels frowning down at the faithfull
goin bananas, ill hammer your face fool
propaganga camera gamma-ray tool
set the coord'nates for wettin up warships
dangerous grounds, they trippin the floorswitch
stressin my bitch n court shit gettin more pissed
but in the end, i guess it's the lord's wish
run with four-fifths, jordan four kicks, torched spliffs
'n AR's with the sport grip, forfiet
'for ya scraped off your porch stiff
layin bloody on boards split
from the shrapnel of four clips
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