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    fuck the mediocre put holes in their meat with a toaster
    focused to be a power broker slap a crack smoker
    rap roaster ghost from the parliament
    ship can't be seen uniform navy green
    i'll be there to trample ya team
    cancel your show the flow is extreme
    when will they learn? til' they cripplied ' n' seen
    get it right or catch a flight
    professors high-light this insight
    despite the fight still shined beneath light
    blastin' Reks stressed yet happy like a toddler taking it's first steps
    everyday blessed while these wannabe thugs get stretcher effects
    my habitat is madness so i stay with mad cess
    life expectancy is low see the hood is a mess
    when sets settle they stress with tec's it's senseless
    decreasing the census so endless



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    Tested addressed bested seen through the eyes those connected
    fined toothed them combs up in the cuts dusting off problems we once scoured/
    found down held up in the corner been a born knowledge roller
    cold solider flow folder blown rover get home cobra/
    sun up to moon down graveyard shifting hating ways
    taken a blazed now I'm just faded making shakes when the beat breaks/
    shame in the tanks up in the city that never sleeps
    I'm deep in seas we be green frozen up in the lands/
    chess piecing scams doing what it does cousin
    bring it back twice has a hard it's cheaper by the dozen/
    from the BQE to any emcee daring to test me
    bring the number #2 pencils and flows that get checked like a microphone 1,2,1,2/
    so from the city of salt you getting mauled by the dogs that's starving
    hungry up in the carvings masterful bargains weapon wasted yard in/

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    murderous lines lead to a string of crimes
    feloneous with mine read like medival times
    my crusade is to see heads laid to rest
    after they confess what i possess is the cause of they stress
    i train in a lion's den skills range beyond the size of a levianthan
    eyein' men who sin denying the God within
    slayin' all legend and myth use my gift swift to uplift
    reap your soul make you let go of the fame that you wish
    piss on your name claim resident of your domain
    elect president selected to reign over your brain
    krull boomerang slang decapitate ya fate make ya skull hang
    pool of thoughts stain what remains null and void the cred you proclaim
    deep and eerie like a great lake no mistake fear i create
    when i appear with a smile and tear the duct tape
    riding around drunk monks stuffed in the trunk
    with rats attackin' chewing em up
    the volume i pump cuz i'm the flavor of the month
    jump around the house of pain
    when I lay down my aim and why i came
    dump hostages in a remote terrain
    cut the guts so bodies won't float when there's a flood of rain
    what i provoke is manson insane
    rancid will be the fog when them hogs discover the evidence of the slain....
    "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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    blades never getting rusty flustered off the shit they shouting
    riot when they spitting in ciphers hoping nothing is written/
    flip grams flip flows flip domes pancake beats and get hoes
    thinking you's a 49er mining when I am a New York Knickerbocker rhyming/
    cold flow rocker sewn dro mike oh no show n prove though
    get cha glow on yo, thinking you “The Last Dragon”/
    I stay bagging up fire making rappers retire
    get cha ripped like pant legs, get cha slit like fish filet/
    on my 7:30 be crisp as wishes being wished
    sick as a stealth bomber coming on top of ya/
    give up the drama, you weak authors with nothing write about slick stalkers
    cost cha, caught cha, shaded by traces taken a lead never a pens waste/
    shown ink when I bleed dead emcees in the head by the way I'm bred
    fight hard, fuck longer, hold up am I'm that much stronger/
    show e'm how to rhyme everytime I write minds get blown like Friday Night Lights
    think you nice when you cannot scope out forms in formulas that divisible by flows over beats/
    get cha stranded on “Revis Island” cold as “New York Giant” get lifted like appliances
    reliant on scrolls, scripts and films already flicked up and filmed put cha shit in the can/
    whether it be the Sheep or Tech i'm deep as phobia cold as a roach clip sick as the flu infecting ya
    get cha glued in temples when Predators run through ya/
    flying with flows over head call me the “New York Jets”
    settle for the best or get left in the dust thinking you such and such/

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    mos and sheep murdering shh..



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    Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
    Hell razah

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    no time to train my accurate aim targets the largest frames in the game
    switch-up the flames so me and them aren't burning the same
    my shit is more vivid so to compare is throwing salt on my name
    i address a dime with a dress then flatten the mattress releasing mad stress
    clap your hands to the madness J.T.S. bags the baddest
    from cities to bubs farms to college dorms my know-ledge born
    come with that bull get impaled with the sharpest horns
    murdering shit even bring the god-u to picnics
    you'll get hit quick for talking slick like rick
    your not the champ just a pussy-lip
    ripped from penetration behind bar variations
    war raging for nations until my resignation
    elimination of your process lust is temptation
    rappers say they ill well they look sick
    due to the venom injected in your blood i'm on some snake shit



    My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
    Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
    Hell razah

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    Stress e'm deficate on e'm with rebels ways
    I stay where the devil lays and where god patrols everyday/
    redemption exposition examples be repetition reputation
    creative en-devours whenever whatever forever never/
    head up a team checkmate cha queen
    tested addressed it i'm the best at it/
    checking rep addicts step static bleed with tech at it
    backdrop matchbox latch up the stockpile rock wild/
    file it under thunder come over i'm a cold rover
    bold solider mold cha like a claymation figure/
    action packing slacking never rapidly fitting in
    spit wicked flicking it up like it's prom night/
    I don't need to be hard as I wanna be
    you hard as they want cha to be/
    seek never told shake it I break it and take it
    rip a track without my producer in the back/
    sharp-shoot cha flows like maneuvers from Bret Hart
    don't start or insinuate my spark
    before you bark I bite down hard lock jaw/

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    i rock it fire rockets locksmith lock it
    you need time to practice your practically awkward
    mic get off it pick up a book to open and read
    look of war spooked your seeds u flee an enemy
    premises burned no arson trace
    thoughts just shake the globe awaits
    fuck how many dollars you make your not Bathgate
    or Hoffa just a club hopper it's the fake emcee dropper
    in the line of fire your opened like lockers
    i'm rude, and crude smoked out like devin the dude
    kill a master and goon platoon
    i revolve stay in tune i'm dreamin' of Doom
    a day to evacuate your manure smellin' room
    godly nature to stay high like tree climbing racoons
    so move son before the brews done i just begun
    to open your ladies mouth and workout her tongue
    you kick in the door crumb you want no action
    like the late bruce lee's back i keep it crackin'
    check all delete with a type trapped in
    cosmic smarts stars stuttered from start
    it's hell in the end when u sell-out for the charts
    hold your nose i blew gases like silent farts
    only emcee with a lion heart avoid you tarts
    Last edited by Mantra; 04-13-2010 at 11:28 AM.



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    Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
    Hell razah

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    yo...this is only thread that gets me hype to write. j and sheep keep the heat on repeat!

    bare knuckle brawls make blocks crumble and fall
    action sequence of events wreck projects and blow away tenaments
    intense offense i commence once i hear the drum
    heart charged by the beat peep my native tongue
    Somalian type heat pillage the privileged even snatching silver spoons
    presumed to consume the promised land kicking women in they wombs
    sonic boom executive suites make em crash down to the level of the streets
    meet the repeat offenders whose battegrounds never surrender
    tender moments are done by clappin' after you hug your son
    the airbender sender of a whoosh to push fools off the ledge
    who didn't know how my flow rolls and spills over the edge
    full fledge assault brought by yours truly the unruly
    blend ya brain into a smoothie after i bash in ya kufi
    stomp the yard and anywhere that's suppose to be hard
    walking tall swinging the wood knockin' heads right out the hood
    smoking good like i should representing the almighty
    never on tilt not even slighty but likely to smite the
    ones who are too dumb to run and take flight in they nikes....
    Last edited by MosHigh; 04-15-2010 at 09:08 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)

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    Wait a sec you ain't tight as I, thinking you know why
    get cha mind wrapped around how you can't flip it so frivolous/
    illuminate cha Budapest I am the ill-est to step foot on the steps
    come with the good cooks trip off the smells you sells/
    dwells in hells you spells with flows you yells
    get cha game upped by the help of the inter-webs/
    never ever scream I come with the phoenix
    coldest with the meaning seeing is believing/
    thinking you got passes like gasses flagellant
    ripping predicates when I educate you APES/
    get off the ledge I got a building to climb
    thinking you can rhyme just hold my water/
    cold as any taught cha fought cha in the alleyway
    galvanize the issue something the news pushes
    get them bars doused and pushed out cha vagina
    you ain't nothing but a roach clip I crush/
    can't touch this firey flavor roasting emcees is my B.A. With a doctorate in poetics
    thinking you can quote kinetics with genetics is pathetic when you ain't even writing it/
    stop fighting it before steamroller of hip hop
    tears you apart like a garbage disposal/
    posing isn't something chosen
    it's just a pitch closing/
    busting flows open noses like lanes
    I closes with domes I open like cans/
    get cha jammed like New York traffic jams
    bring your flow to stop quicker than anti lock breaks/
    get cha mental taken apart and raped
    without the trigger being pulled thinking you can escape
    my gravity is as strong as the sun your galaxy revolves around/

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    i drop on plots like special ops
    counter any intelligence you got
    rock until the Sun pop
    weapons i've mastered the inglorious bastard
    stopping your expansion team from acheiving any dream they after
    i'll slap any raptor and wrestle a grizzley imperial wizards say who is he
    that niggy that'll make ya Run son like Diggy while chewin' wrigley
    simply the best where you test is where you leave your flesh
    i'm so fresh Doug E. said yo homey you beat out the box not like the rest
    see bare chest with no vest i don't stress when blocks i molest
    my style blow up ya dress in 30 seconds or less
    cuz the heat i possess will make you confess all ya sins
    and any jewels you have left i'm righteous to death
    i might just macviegh where you shit and lay if Wall Street
    you wipe your feet and stay all i day i reek of decay
    trees i burn when will i learn that cannabutter i can spread
    instead of letting the thc evade my blood
    that's drips like Bob Marley One Love
    hardly defines my state mind only fam knows the time
    those who decline resign through their name i draw a line
    black mamba with the rhyme trained to strike before you hear the wind chime.
    Last edited by MosHigh; 04-16-2010 at 10:23 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)

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    windmill skills blow foes right out their clothes
    spirit lifted cuz i'm gifted
    those who oppose become hollow
    to forever follow endlessly continuously
    i keep minds froze stuck don't know where the time goes
    i mack truck spazzola and flip ya cab over
    i'm supernova you're an abomination to Jehovah
    witness the swiftness counterspin this and you'll still miss the menace
    really the Guinness with the flow when i push it out watch it sprout and then glow
    Helen Keller to a cave dweller my propeller is way better
    keeps me interstellar outta sight of any competitor
    on the regular i pack guns up my sleeve Public Enemy
    exercising my right to fight the powers that be
    flick fleas and swarm with bees while i swing my qi
    float like a butterfly sting like Ali and queitly
    lullabye tough guys and make rude boys kill the noise
    a craftsman who don't make toys but only only soldiers to deploy
    a blacksmith with endless tools boss'n up of these fools
    who say they refuse to lose but hate it when i bend the rules
    when i'm hooked up to your reality things get shook up and cause casualities
    only free minds can navigate gradually to my level running rebel who Inspectah Deck
    before you shuffle i play for keeps you don't really wanna rumble
    my sytle tumble in heaps and the weight will make you crumble....
    "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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    Come out cha shell
    I build well shake you to hell/
    break out flows come with tones
    never used auto-tune just adjust your audibles/
    ever flows is a strategic moves if you lose
    then you lost the fight cuz you didn't strategize right/
    bring it to the light brazen wayward ways chess plays
    address long stays thinking this is gonna take all day/
    date cha tapes, check your discs, erase cha clips
    watch me rip think a bit and then flip the channel/
    quotable totem-poles roast e'm so crispy
    burnt to the bones see the marrow evaporate in to dust/
    watch me rip heads off the rack like a “Futurama” head-shop
    you ain't pop your solution isn't solvent when the earth is revolving/
    left to right I strike out cha mind
    and regurgitate the words you use/
    call me your conscience i'm honest
    brandish flows like pistols on display/
    clip the game cheffing up meals for flows never yield
    it's in my DNA the Demon in the Flesh is back from vacay/
    beasting roasting emcees like Godzilla stomping through your city
    discuss optimal rock a chaulk full leave you drawn like a sketch/
    run up the wall back flip, come back and judo chop dat ass
    associated with old sons from old forums begots boredum know the whoring/
    thinking skills got built switch blade rip raid fish filet kill clones
    chess play rewind cha tape sink you footage thinking it's all good is/
    never weighed slated vintage put cha in the joint thinking you spinach
    pen the exodus script flip flames ship lames dip off the game/
    head lock side punch dump your lunch out fill my pale back up
    always hated seeds n sticks you ain't breaking my bones/
    check in my zone roast of flow in the air I take in
    break in making awaken forsaken breaking now your taking it way 2 personal/
    distance your self from the sheep deep as a graveyard shift
    I stock pile rock wild block the nile stop you guiles thinking you fowl/
    i'm the coldest kind switch blade divine rewind einstein mind grind
    pine lines swine you dine next you fry welcome to Sheepish leftie deadly easy on cuisine regime/

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    blow up ya huddle and any other nggas you like to cuddle
    cut rebutals short when i spit a puddle just for sport
    hubble view i see you duck season the rest of your flock flew
    stumble down the wrong path you better bundle up from the winddraft
    windchill skill can kill freeze mcs at will global warming spill ice age
    will ink the deal react like a sage when children misbehave
    make em carry the words i say up the temple steps where i lay
    all day while grasshoppers play 1in swift hit to split atoms
    and make ya enamel and marrow decay hell can have him
    when i done running through ya Eden and ya Eve plant my seeds
    breathing cannibas while bouncing my descendants on my knee
    with the rhyme i'm free your trapped in line and can't leave
    my degrees of expertise was burnt along with the Alexandria library
    son you ain't scary barely a joke with my bo staff i barely poke and already
    ya claiming ya spine broke out align and it's hard to cope
    no matter how far you recline i'm out your scope the MosHigh in the sky
    who rain brimestone without a try....
    "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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    i grind extreme so futuristic when lifted travel in a mental time machine
    time to steam down the road i go to find a stream
    mind is mean so i craft a bloodbath theme
    back out the 6-2-6 infa red u can't describe the beams
    break your shoulders soldiers no time to lean
    dialect connects u die direct a hopeless fiend
    x-rated rhymes unloaded got me promoted
    devoted to who i roll with blunts, and sticky green
    you stick figure wishing u was bigger
    choke you in the glitter u ain't worth a trigger
    u figured i wouldn't take your figures
    think again we soaked off the exotic
    wine all i do is think blood like a killers mind
    slash u fine stabbin' time with a pretty blade
    the spits they praise a star was born and raised
    beneath sun rays my thoughts shade
    we spark haze with silver bullets to stop they bullshit parade
    dreamin' of paradise instead a pair of mics
    spare your life if you drop the knife
    sike shots opened and revealed his pipes
    spooked the seeds like the old man in poltergiest



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    Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
    Hell razah

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