bear witness to the fitness
but i doubt you'll really get his
passed the litmus with the quickness
High official once i lit this
antagonist insist my unique gift is a myth
a known gnostic with optics that sift thru what you miss
abstract mathmatics lets see if you can sum up the acrobatics
the way i flip it's difficult for occults to count all the fanatics
the schematics were done before your world begun
the verse was sprung by the Bang of my native tongue
the flow is never done doubles around to see if followed by anyone
get cha head spun when i clap back like M. Bison
cape blowing in the wind marvel at the illustrator
comic relief i chief laughin' at the illest haters
here's a parable if you will skill spill like an anvil
coyotes know the drill when chasing dreams they can't fulfill
ride the rough tide see if you can make it ashore
discover something more then what you were looking for
go ahead and adore the God given word that has arisen
i wake and bake a cake with hidden wisdom to break you out of your mental prison...
"Fuck fame... I'll shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim." - Masta Killah (One Blood)
"Kiss the pyramid...experiment wit high explosives. I slap box wit Jesus....lick shots at Joseph." - GFK (Daytona 500)
^....ill
My mental wisdom ammunition hitting, no missing targets, marksmen precision, pardon my position, nonexistence distance, telepathic mission, cerebral compositions honor my vision, levitation my chakra has risen from the flesh collision, out of body experience linguistic verbal technician, tactician, tactical renditions of spastic language stretched out like elastic, classic vast Written hieroglyphics, pyrotechnics my weapon beyond physics never mind fitness relentless pendulum sharp cerebellum thought processes obnoxious colossus far from obvious, my prison it this universe I’m trying to reach beyond the novice astrological conflicts with Neolithic objects, I’m pompous monstrous out my esophagus ferocious cosmic spit to lift your spirit out of a bottomless pit
Last edited by $inista; 07-31-2012 at 03:58 AM.
^^niiice...but you always be droppin' some sick shit $in!
hurl havoc it's tragic how like magic your stock plummet
when i come up with savage styles that wolves can run with
above average my summit shadow over what you covet
split ya cabbage and feed my dogs who i know will love it
you can't escape the classic capers that spread like the vapors
aim is insane like Bruce Wayne atop of skyscapers
boys wonders what's cause for all the of thunder
it's just the God when he cops a squat and does a number
reign on your charade and tell you it's lemonade
shade the light you made because it's dims to what's behind my fade
kangol fin who wanna swim with the slick killer
who got a whale of tales sick like Rick...naw iller.
"Fuck fame... I'll shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim." - Masta Killah (One Blood)
"Kiss the pyramid...experiment wit high explosives. I slap box wit Jesus....lick shots at Joseph." - GFK (Daytona 500)
Yeah, thunderous chumps dimed out dumps
throw heat rags in your beast flags estates/
emcees wanna break from the steam-punk bathes
then unleash my wrath I Jet Li unleash my chi upon thee/
deadly yet calm open armed yet palm strikes lead most winded dikes
sponsor spineless authors get chauffeurs quicker
than Paul bearer getting taking out by The Undertaker/
norman bater hate raiders donned a “Dick Cheney” mask and glove
holy happens chatting up primes premo upping more post than two sticks/
tricking flickering up light bulbs mind rubs down scrubs/
dub tapes off the radio back in the days now we plays mixtapes off our Mp3's and PCs
coming off the net as an MC ain't the same as an EMCEE with skill G/
you see allot of clones not enough generals willing to lead an army
they too eased and relaxed to be a don with no click, crew or clan/
banned from most hands channel scams get camels spammed
give e'm a sand castle watch them run it down quicker than a flood/
over take won't awake step up the game shamed shanked in banks
only rooms for the ranks, gimme oppressed i'll give you unfairly addressed/
most nods don't even get Oscar garb checking charges ordering more from the think tanks we making progress odds address attest overtly
organic when I speak it, you handle it/
reactor fast track protract open locker fold jacker pain cracker you ain't reliable
any motion toward a chaotic bunch get cha dragged into a black hole/
fool the flow shown scowls now bowls ain't best friend
when you getting bashed in every second of the day/
drain topical imprints dead links giving pigments to there ligaments
you ain't figuring how I’m digging into ya soulless shell/
fated foils royal out cha gargoyle tell e'm like toys
never employed words of the wise until you open cha eyes/
prided fishes stank emcees who didn't wanna do dishes
get the frozen in a cube viewed in a pew most knew/
screwed out cha handy pan handling garments time tablets
show on screen technological ill impairment come carrots
get cha throats chops when we heading into special ops/
knowledge props be diction dropped humanity think I’m a dogged depression
integrated technician speaking wisdom through fingers of a diabetic/
misanthropic iron tongue fisted vocals leaving most broken
cracked at the helm while some seem overwhelmed/
nobody every just whelmed by most accounts
it's just bodies to count and fingers to print out/
Afflicted to fire the fury of desire designated design to reign
And flame across wire 30 gee fee u got a hitman for hire
Silver bullets plunge into hearts of ghetto. Vampires
I campaign the pain no mercy inthe house of pain
My text is vain u hard as lard I crackheads like. Cocaine
Snatched a gold chain I'm cold rain more filthy than a gutter. Drained
Last edited by Mantra; 08-08-2012 at 08:38 AM.
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
niiicee....
expansion in hand i demand more then what you got
claim ya spot when i land on plots like a drip drop
cultivating greatness fields of dreams circle in crops
enigmatic symbols i also carve in solid rocks
use the Earth as a prop riverflow can't be stop
i birth several ages as time continues to tic toc
incandescent like the crescent blessed since inception
so my origin you can stop guessin' i just be manifestin'
bringing to you my point of view
check the North star if you're looking for a clue
navigation is difficult for the unlearned
uncivilized minds can't understand how the world turns
drama, violence, and lust feed those searching for substance
but if they focus within they will find an abundance
"Fuck fame... I'll shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim." - Masta Killah (One Blood)
"Kiss the pyramid...experiment wit high explosives. I slap box wit Jesus....lick shots at Joseph." - GFK (Daytona 500)
^...astronomically NICE!!
idiocracy illogically cock & squeeze sprees in these bloody streets dirty beast walking beets feast on peoples who is your equals while your equal plotting evil with a dirty eagle ill illegal while you legal innocent people cent to the morgue pop go the weasel hell is our sequel praying to lord hoping he reach you before you laying fetal pushing fecal in a trunk of a abandon regal, last seen suited in cathedrals, kids still pushing diesel try to avoid the penal, dreams of Reno tease you this hood will bleed you pictures i paint with out an easel
Last edited by $inista; 08-14-2012 at 11:53 PM.
daaamn....ill shit!!
"Fuck fame... I'll shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim." - Masta Killah (One Blood)
"Kiss the pyramid...experiment wit high explosives. I slap box wit Jesus....lick shots at Joseph." - GFK (Daytona 500)
kool moe dewese i go to work with a masterpiece
how you like me know i hard foul ya style before you release
mc 2brainz oh the flow is so insane
i float on top of the flame living true the celestial name
double dutch can be too much blow the grasp off what ya clutch
hunger games i'm deranged my points will have you touched
for sport i contort the essence of lessons i'm confessin'
omnipresence when i'm blessin' the almighty i be disgestin'
herbal life natural high i'm the guy hoes like to say "Hi"
i get by by being fly fallen sky when i descend
then 9mos later you hear the war cry
lullabye homicidal thoughts compressed in my lil' black hole ready to spark
birthed from the dark so whispers in shadows just means i'm playin my part
from the start i spoke upon the art how i get down meticuliously like constructing an ark
survival since my arrival i'm never casual with the convenant i embark
shark tooth rhymes i put Jaws on paws reachin' for mines
from the G I get busy pushin' malice beyond state lines
the flow's callous soft spots are hard to find
i twist knots in ya helix remix the groove to ya design....
Last edited by MosHigh; 08-17-2012 at 10:20 AM.
"Fuck fame... I'll shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim." - Masta Killah (One Blood)
"Kiss the pyramid...experiment wit high explosives. I slap box wit Jesus....lick shots at Joseph." - GFK (Daytona 500)
"show These Crabs How To Rhyme Thread"
ok ok ok ok.............*ungh* what? yea.....*ungh* turn my headphones up a lil bit, juz a lil'bit....
yea aiight
hey yo,
I got a big dick, it ain't thin it's thick/
and if you a hotti with a body, you can hop on it lickity split/
I like a trick bitch, who swallows legit/
And that's what I like in the rhymes that I spit/
This shit's for real, it ain't even a skit/
I'm about to bust on ya'll like I did on some tits/
I got the punchlines, cus I'm slick with the wit/
and if you wanna battle me, I be like buuuuuuuuuuullshit/
It's about to go down, the clock's startin' to tick/
I ain't pullin' no punches, this won't be ova quick/
I got stones and sticks/
lines to break your bones and hips/
with the rhymes that I rip/
from this microphone in my fingertips/
You be like, "damn you just sunk my battleship"/
after I bust your upper lip/
In n' outta dodge, I dip/
like the pills I flip, I don't skip I slip/
pull a rabbit outta my ass, n' that's it/
awwwwwwWWWwWwWwWwWwWwW shiiiiiiiit
thatzWhutIBeenTalkinAbooT
breaking heads toe tagging
more minds than mencia got jokes stolen/
trying out cha originality isn't even at my apex
when I defrag your mind like another data stream, get scammed and schemed
drained timed out grenosaurus your xyz ain't even accelerating darts at timid charts/
shawshank redem flows open galatic storming more wards than midnight scorns
shine shakes breaking down more domes than cider-falls got hoe doing splits on polls/
beast mode fleece flows windstorm shown substitute making sure school's out
i got those flies floating stinging like bees thinking those can out think me
can't even out blink me with tranquility barking up trees that get smoked like forest fires/
wired off the tipes dripping flames making molds out cha games
gimme those scorpians and have them losing like it's mortal kombat/
it's armed rope a dope scope approach dimed out clones get loc'd up
we soaking dope-fiends multiplicity is what's gonna mean when we splitting greens/
bourne outta my bored legacy most emcees cannot even compete against
technique oblique given driven out cha chard, dredded doms when i regulate/
praying 4 reign thinking pherenology is the next psycho-socialogy
trying buy those like another oncology session at disgression/
attention cha deficit, mediatate off it give those a rifle for it
then i'll come back in time and rewrite cha verse and make it much worse
as those the chaining hanging attempts at swag are redundant as most of hip hop nowadays/
thanks fam
Glamorized poverty stricken unfortunate gory block stories, where’s the glory in pouring out a little 40 no informatory, it’s like these streets we walking is permanent purgatory, hood looking sorry but unapologetic & derogatory it’s like we born to live & die shortly after, first come tears then comes laughter, gentrified social erratic petrified panic plus disaster manufactured by the richest bankers puppet masters taking on the actual characteristics of organized gangsters with higher standers to eradicate us packed in cages, insufficient wages, colonized by media & fraudulent leaders take away our books online encyclopedias wait till they pull the plug, kids charge your electronical readers, ebonic chronicles of broken linguistics passing wisdom like African drums killing the rhythm to teach the children to beat the villain
chumps get done up when they run up like they on a come up
get spun up in the air my savoir-faire will lift a ton up
brawn and brains i easily take from all dames
bitches avoid stitches by quickly aborting all games
to the gristle i'm chiseled adamantium in the veins
sip divine wine before i crash ya campaign
holy water i splash before i make honies give me their cash
i make em put it in my pocket before i bless em with the staff
i'm out of ya weight class my G is damn near infinity
combined with my mass, i doubt you could handle the force of energy
skill like J.B. on skis i manuever with ease
expert in degrees cold to hoes who fail to believe
i will always honor the crown of my Queen
keen living the dream of a King so i stay on the scene
ready for any heavy artillery devils bring to the ring
i'm Saiyan i'll knock you from the evil thoughts that you desperately cling...
Last edited by MosHigh; 08-23-2012 at 09:53 AM.
"Fuck fame... I'll shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim." - Masta Killah (One Blood)
"Kiss the pyramid...experiment wit high explosives. I slap box wit Jesus....lick shots at Joseph." - GFK (Daytona 500)
i avoid distratctions when i'm maxin' cashin' in on a win
collect upsets when fools bet against the offensive trend
positive yardage i go hard for my goals until the end
run up the score with points that spread over what you intend to spend
akin to Him Disciples holla at the god when they see the tilt on the brim
always on the side of the right a Gansta cold like a Chi-Town wind
slim get in 1000 push-ups on a whim
Flex on any Alexander who wanna pretend
they are greater then what i transend
suspect unusual perfect my rep to elude prying eyes
skies i fly triangulate somewhere around Bermunda wearing eagle feathers as a disguise
phenomenal from the adominal from the gut i give it up
puff never enough cuz only motivated by that cosmic stuff
seismic rough shake ya foundation you thought was so tough
elevate ya state through the wormhole knowledge i pump...
"Fuck fame... I'll shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim." - Masta Killah (One Blood)
"Kiss the pyramid...experiment wit high explosives. I slap box wit Jesus....lick shots at Joseph." - GFK (Daytona 500)
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