Thanx iv'e been recording some shh.. but i put audio up when i'm done with all tracks!
Thanx iv'e been recording some shh.. but i put audio up when i'm done with all tracks!
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Originally Posted by SpOk3N
yeah J.T.S. def. hotness with this one! good punches and everything good read. u do need to record
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
Thnx Dangerous!
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Customizing The Links
Chrous
Customizing The Links, View from above the spinx//
Basic Instinct to break groups up like N'Sync//
Fuck what Conenders think!//
I spit bars quicker than the human eye blinks//
Verse one
My time to dominate, dominations, below rank//
this pro ain't the type to flee, i make mc's blood splash like paint//
a thug you'll never be, like AZ will never be a main-stream artist//
God with his Goddess, halo above the head-piece//
So-called hardest mc's, will be deceased martyr's//
I'm some-what modest, until beef's started//
If your a enemy out of town, i'll catch a plane chartered//
To father ya style, raise you like eye-brows//
Keep my sword sharpened like No.2. pencils//
To slice rappers venge-ful, like ginsing i gets in you//
To continue the damage, only difference it's internal//
Lyrics i spit don't concern you,so critique em' and get burned dude//
Into pitch black ashes, my tactics flame like matches//
During , and after practic, so savage even wild animals scatter//
Me and you had a under-standing, but i'm sick of em' demanding//
For funds, when i barely make ends meet//
Refuse to be thrown in the streets//
Known by freaks, peeps, and po-lice closely watching me//
shit makes me nrevous so i gave em' the service//
Chrous
Back to buisness like the rebuilding of katrina//
Pack a Nina, in case i'm faced with a supena//
I'm meaner than abused dogs, sending rappers to the morgue//
war-lord choking ya ta death with the mic- cord//
Escaping in the sky blue Honda accord//
Pickin' up weapons for war//
Some cats in the game don't know how to score//
Get fake encore's , for frontin' like their hard-core//
They get floored like mops, pops topped//
face bashed with hard rocks, i close shop//
Before pigs are called, my delivery's raw//
Break backs like thugs break the law//
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
yo that verse was crazy james!!!!!!!
"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
Thanx fam!
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Dominant Intelligence
Verse one
When i spit the after-math causes turbulence, and planes crash//
Give a fuck if your a C.E.O., i'll take your buisness away like Jay did Dame Dash..
My brain grasps information, and beats catch instant rapings//
Every lines breath-taking, so producers die in the making..
Rappers faking the life, gotta sleep with guns beneath their pillows at night//
Shook type rooks write about the fast-life, and fans swallow the hype..
This hip-hop games like politics, these ticks, tickle me with their fairy-tale lyrics//
Props from me you'll never get em', like i'll never get Halle Berry's phone digits..
My poems blizzards, lines from my dome vivid//
While you in the telly getting sucked off by a hoe, my chrome will leave you blown spittin'..
So to all fake niggas living here's advice, don't grab a mic if you ain't nice//
If you can't suffice the game, then you better re-frain from it..
Half these emcee's ya'll say are the sickest, are coming with the same vomit//
Chrous: My intelligence will dominate all these fake snakes..
Lyrics eliminate, and penetrate dig in ya brain like crates//
On the rap level your number rates zero, u in it for dinero..
Super-stars get scarred, i'll sandwich ya rhymin' heroes..
Verse 2
I keep songs short, but do em' speedy for the rider's report//
Hold down the fort, un-signed hype, screamin' "Fuck the source"..
Lyrics are XXl, ex-dealer with cash-rule from sells, u know i ex-cell//
Murder-dog's behind cells, and then i'm out on bail..
On my cell phone setting up a battle with some well know rap clone//
How the fuck rap niggas with deals be asking me for a loan?..
Thought ya'll had it sown, extorted by major labels//
Went from driving a G-4, know your pushing a Mercury Sable//
Un-able to keep your house, don't front those fronts are coming out your mouth//
Rings, and chains pawned, down and out, i let ya sleep on my couch..
Scared to come to my hood, it was annouced your ghetto pass is revoked//
Police know you so you can't sell coke, your record went wood, your broke//
Industry joke dropped from ya label, shouldv'e invested ya money wisely//
Instead of spending it on bull-shit, thinking you'd go platinum off your debut//
Record company played you, and niggas in the hood will spray you if you come through//
Chrous
Last verse
At first you were moving units, know it's the furniture out your lab//
And all those crabs you had running with you, crack jokes, and laugh..
Shit got worst first you got shot, then stabbed//
mad at the world, cats running trains on ya girl..
No more diamonds, and pearl handle burners//
your suffering to the point you wished you were murdered..
Feeling pain in-side, thinking of suicide tonight//
Drunk off a bottle of Jack Daniels you angrily write//
about the internal strife, read it back to ya self and it sounds nice//
Trying to find the right producer, for a low budget price//
You complete an album in 2 months, but do it independent to avoid the spot-light//
Doing shows in ya hood your a local hit, this time you give back, and get your respect for doing right//
Last edited by Mantra; 01-04-2007 at 03:57 PM.
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
I don't get how the phrase dominant intelligence ties in wit the the verses, but the verses is nice. 8/10
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 song James. Thoughtful content. Well structured. Do you record at all? I ask this because you often have rather long lines. I wondered how you might keep a steady flow with such lines.
Iv'e been recording as of lately, when i'm finished with myEP i will post on here for all to listen. Peace, and thanks for the feedback it's appreciated.
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
What i mean by "dominant intelligence", is that by being able to see things as they are in a intelligent manner.
Likewise there's emcee's that get on, and buy bling, and whips instead of investing in things such as stock, or real estate.
And they figure their albums are going to go platinum, and when they flop they have to pay the labels back all the money for their advance.
That's why if i ever do make it in the industry, i'll be ahead of the game because as of know i'm studying all the aspects of it.
Last edited by Mantra; 01-05-2007 at 10:27 AM.
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
^^^^O,...wanna do a callaboration thread, a ongoing thing like my politics thread.
Last edited by Bigot Hitman; 01-05-2007 at 11:02 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
tight joint
I high lighted my fav. verses in each bar! very insightful! loveing the emotion in this shit! woo just gives me da chills.. anyway nice worded throughout! str8 chorus and everything. one of da best stay up keep blessin
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
Peace Sheepish hit me up with that verse for the collab! And Thanx Dangerous!
Last edited by Mantra; 01-08-2007 at 02:05 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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