Str8 freestyle
any man who can rip it
6 lines
ill harm ya karma
embalm ya father
mental projectiles slash the silent archer
with the shaolin armour
pin -point precision laser marker
if all else fails il die a martyr
Can Any Emcee Here Take On The Sidious Katana?
Str8 freestyle
any man who can rip it
6 lines
ill harm ya karma
embalm ya father
mental projectiles slash the silent archer
with the shaolin armour
pin -point precision laser marker
if all else fails il die a martyr
Dont speak about violence when ya straight frontin
How the fuck can I reply when you didnt fuckin say nuthin!
You aint phasin me, ill tell em all how you asked me to be on ya track, got rejected cause you dont have the 80 g's
so he got on his knees start prain ta me
I said look cat, i aint bein seen with an mc whos been rockin the same pants since 1983!
dont talk about pants homeboy i rock tanks
b2 spirits m4 carbines and sharp shanks
i rip your corny lines while my soldiers get in rank
you tried to attack my flow and got sank
ill be humble you aint got nothin but my thanks
cuz ma soldiers can leave nice n early for their camps
I’m a speak my peace
Leave ya departed like Leo/
My spit fire flow does wonders on foes
Who ain’t got these bars on target?
Like a virus or a biological agent/
When your punches don’t connect
Like a sword to flesh/
Check the rhetorical questions
You have in ya possession/
I rest my case and point
I’m no lawyer but I can become
A Hoyt at any given time/
Last edited by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS; 04-03-2007 at 03:42 PM.
Yo, fall out small mouth, talk about troops and boots
About recruits with loot, dukes who love to shoot
BLOOP, droop droppings, sloppy copy shoppings
Flopping whopping 4 posts, close to nothin'
Stop cuffin' a fronted flow, like blunts and blow
Only way you close to dope, you soapy clean
Squeeky sheen, you dream to be cream crop
You just steam and mop, stick to day job
Bob the cashier, ain't got no pass here
You trash here, prolly a fast queer
Last to steer into a cypher, typa bitch lifer
Like a phenomenon, you come on now get gone
Twice as quick, prick you ain't sick, you shit
Kick the habit, you blow too much smoke
You Bugs Rabbit, you know you just joke
Croaked hoax you awoke, you rope dope
Toked smoke we spoke, we dope folks
go on fool spit your four bars
i leave your flow faceless like a sky with no starz
i mummify your soul, manz trapped in canopic jars
MK kano rips scarz, MC halo kicks harsh
divine knowledge pounds your mind like black marsh
your jus a little wannabee killa bee facin the killa sarge
meet me in the battle field kitana boy!!!
str8 to the boy who thinks hes HARDKORE acid
my dimensions cant be concieved by ya subliminal racket
criminal tactics nahhhh.... ya decimals lack it
your verses stretchy an weak like ancient elastic
BLOOP, droop droppings.. homeboy you need more practise
before the infenal conditioner slaps you an abscess
Ha, you can't see the vet, emcee since 2k3
Weak ass Kombat sounds, you lost that round
Decimals lack what? You know no figures
Decibels attack mutt, lyrical fo' triggers
Bigger and badder, you a junior madder
Hatter, off the handle, you hold no candle
To my bouncin' beatin' backstabbin' steez
You die announcin' defeatin', whack rappin' please
Either way, I've sonned you
Ether way, I've come through
Ask around, you got trashed another round
i know no figures homeboy take that bar back
i said spit six lines not 11 lines of crack
call yourself a veteran armed with a verbal strap more like fred astaire tap ?
tap tap......i decimate your status, pen an papers on hiatus
in fact all form of lyric writin's locked in mental cages
banish your soul in ma council of fallen kings lords and mages
yo- i'm emeka your rebeka lobo
i'll give you 3 slashez like zorro and reebok's logo
i'm old school i told yall
chop you up like pro toolz and coleslaw
i drop jewelz
you leak cold poolz and run like shimika holdsclaw
Oh shit...yeah I missed the 6 bar shit...my bad.
none of you are phasin the one who rhymes similer to holocaust
the boss while u faggots get ya salad tossed
leave ya lost wit out ya air force(shoes) but of course
if you give ya money up the bullet wound will be absent
i'll punch this nigga so hard make him talk with an accent
so repent i aint eD yo but GOD is here fear as the end draws near
you can sip beer while i let my clip clear ya queer
shred through ya gear so steer i jeer leer
sear thew flesh from ya skin as the end of men comes upon us again
i bask in sin injected with gin
Killbot Beats 2008 NIGGGAAAAAAAAA
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Lawrlz Ya Sniffs???
"we laptop nigga, thugs on a computer." -TheShaolinAssassin
who the fuck are you sidious?
your cocky shit is ridiculous
your like a teenage girl who think she's got breasts
even though her chest, is as flat as the tropic savanna
what the fuck is a katana?
translation, my nigga, "bitch, opening his ass wider than the panama"
no more albums like the 36 no more
What you on dude, boy breasts ass opening an panama
Fuck that shit I take to your rhymes with the chisel an hamma
Who the fuck is sidious? Ask your girl, sis and jammy mama
You man slut I know your secrets you fuckin tranny planna
Tapin your manhood back idolisin cammy from street fighta
Homboy I caught your fag drag act ‘87’ coco cabana
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