what cha potency most noticable distern armed words nerves get rattled
given hearts attack dictate flick grates by hate i prorate at twice the price you paid/
fade outta grace, shift in graves shown stylish ways
gamed roll sixes trick out niggas like lin did the knicks/
i am kicker spit ripper spy novel writer double down
document crowns inside a brownstone i live in a trouble town/
mean machine machette leave you done an instance
leave you done quicker than you can post on instantagram/
my feelings are raw 'n red cuz God has left
now makin that honest bread has got me stressed
thinkin why would He dawn our flesh, then promise death?
market fresh, produce slew across the decks
showtunes get marked for death, like they was steven
under siege seagulls screamin, we push they beaks in
aim 'n wink then, we fire 'n that's the sequence
righteous tebow types kneel 'n my piece spins
the wine of wrath's three-fold, i drink gin
tonic fluid, wheat thins, 'n hypnotic juices
make me back this shit up i might clog ya sewage
ecclesiastes script taken from gnostic ruins
cleaned of clay present day for yall gods to view it
clash corpses retort cha abortions know i am afforded mentioned
check what cha team was detention implanmenting/
never hypermixing stiffed up lips to penis you genus
what an ripper to rip when the minds are already split like pieces of pie/
wonderous wise detriment to the minds i never ask colors for the blind
diverged never heard worded when i cometh off the flames
sear through the lames like Uria i torch lames/
i express my stress through the rhymes i manifest
be God blessed suggest you follow if you want to be the best
that's how i maintain trying to not to go insane
observations across the nations got me speaking in slang
covert street scholar my asscociates stay cryptic like the dollar
razor sharp like a barber make holla when i hit ya like an archer
start ya smarts if you wander in my alley of arts graffitti darts
percieve what you need but what i paint will make you believe
ancient mc spitting that universal magnetic steez
with ease like a sneeze spit that ill GI POV of ya majesty
claim the spot of what you got when i make you stop and breathe...
"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)
smoke in my eye riding thru the city disgusted
ugly truth once revealed its up to you trust it
i never handle any situation lightly
every since newtonian laws gave me a glimpse of the almighty
come around my way to see the sages of today
motivional speakers who though clever never with the word they play
a G with the gravity when it comes to being the Mos heavy
steady drippin'...each drop anticapted but you're never really ready
i pry open minds just to let Son shine
illuminate the rhyme to assist in the cosmic awareness you're trying to find
equate the quotient the possibilities are infinite
satisfactions with my actions will spark ya filament
perceive whatever you need to achieve enlightenment
but you must believe that its apart of your entitlement...
"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)
crows in tombs of crowley swoop thru babylon alleys
Garden water flood the valley Adams apple in algae
fukushima shores in cali we battle on hallows Eve
movin lethal spores to cattle 'n tramplin plowed seeds
for reapin them fouled wheats, scenic behemoth art
heartless machinest's dart darkness precede the ark
seven rows of these theives at large like teeth of sharks
sent with flows to appease the mark n feast on parts
death has chose, im of those robed in beastly garbs
rose oceans of grease 'n lard...
teach me how to flicker tripper trapper john mc didn't cha read the blood on the dance floor i ripped it rawr killed a clone trying pwn dome off the jones follow the proses/
gimme a dart i disect let me interject my two cents in between these lines
leave your mind broken like another cd that ain't get bought or brought from a store/
we at war figure four rigormortis kill a dome
when we rolling up like dutches we smoking up/
dusted bath salting fake frauds get educated by assult beats
we trafficing bars like oliver stone's savages/
frontal lobes explode when i kick the a la mode from the abode
flows erode your synapse collapse the grasp of the reality you hold
while to the system of things you cling i swing with Chopra
perspective is eclectic my methods will provoke ya
don't sleep sofa deep change you can find and keep
align ya spine focus ya mind within and just seek
rinse and repeat and your purpose you soon will meet
so lo and discreet but at my peak MosHigh be the feat
cryptic script i transmit when i'm lit by the fire
cosmic event i present to knees bent submitting to the sire
acquire what i desire and you'll reach beyond what others admire
my natural gift becomes more evident when it perspires on your attire
"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)
acts of terror..
fema practiced disaster scares, killed the crops, left our pastures bare
using haarp, keep yo'ass prepared, you's a mark, got'cha mask in heirs
leopold, upper class aware, even old, celly's trackin where
we be goin, the maps is there, they jus load'em, as cameras stare
photographs bein' snapped from air, faxed 'n agency lab compared
how the fuck are these tactics fair? we'll just basically have to bear
hit the trees, sleep in campin chairs, snaggin meats up in badger snares
how we eatin when plants is scarce, aint like God ever answers prayers
my motives move the nation to search for something greater than themselves
but their arms are too short to sort through all of the shelves
i delve into texts and spied on all sects
intellects i wreck blows to egos cause upsets
i be Him with the gem not a monster like IBM
Mr. Smith can't win if in the artificial we don't depend
world notice the universal focus of the portents i preach
Apostle Paul standing tall against the gods of the Greek
Canon in hand i can easily refute you and all you spew
or annihilate every particle of your article and leave a quantum clue
nothing is ever new all there is will forever be
check the table periodically elements reveal the chemistry
mad scientist with a witty unpredictable flow
magnetic resonance couldn't image my glow from head to toe
professional...snipe rhymes to inflitrate ya mind
duel design that appears whimsical from time to time
metaphysically i grind from just a burst of sunshine
dirt, grit, and grime gravitate around the divine
the matter of my chatter causes the masses to intermingle
i'm so sublime lines will make your spidey sense tingle
MosHigh be the motto also the spirit twisted in the genes
stats match ya local lotto only a few will follow the theme
self-esteem i steam while burning bushes surrounds the scene
inbetween i swerve the word like a particle accelerator beam
sip the stream as i bring my Qi to the vicinity
for all to bare witness to the guinness and feel me....
Last edited by MosHigh; 07-17-2012 at 08:55 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)
Planetary confinement, Binary bionic bygone by logic, brainiac ebonic blitz attack like Hiroshima blast, aftermath poisonous back-draft, clouds as gorgeous as dirty gats, yes is that foul, stench is as that loud, supersonic sound loaded rounds astronomical bound, homicidal towns who got clowns who’s dyeing to be down, I’m trying to escape like its vital for my crown crumbling in disarray, mumbling my thoughts fumbling complicated mind fucks, stuck, uncensored metaphoric rhetoric treasure, pressure defecate on mental states, aggressor endeavors, all in together professor lessons in fact, clever wit weapons intact, it’s mandatory no glamour to the gory it’s all sad stories out in the streets it’s the ordinary awfully scary ambulance off in a hurry, its all cemetery buried memories in minds of kin’s when does it ends & where does it begins, everyday in the streets, Every every day in the streets
iLL bro
niceOriginally Posted by MosHigh
My life is Murphy's law ripping it rawer, harder and longer
than a piece of flesh off the pleasure of the nipple of the breast/
attest to those arrested addressed untested determined
iron clad verbal iron side mix taping drive breaking minds in half
watching time colapse in raps that get wrapped like subway or sub shops/
primitive options clocking down bring minds out the crown
give them scenarios unmatched wits, and open burials
give e'm ethereal with peripherals to maximize as we castrate cha eyes/
darken my heart vampire blood soak rooms marred in deeds thrown in rooms
where Dr. doom groomed a bride's stick glued to times King Tut was entombed/
making swords with my conan heart gimme pain driven insane
into the brinks infinite time mixes up more fingers to print/
nymphomaniacs given slack hold back its Post tramatic raps in my knap sack
note-booked with predominate juice for bishops to cook/
hook and slay rip warlords without delay Sumerian armchair nefarious champions
trying to bury shit without my penmanship give e'm the moving finger to brick/
click on delay touch pad screen dust out dreams polish my workbench
time spread options without those big brother toy cameras watching/
common mash we squander lifeline cut short...critical blunder dirt were piled under a neverending hunger unsatisfied youngsters step with no control to ravage your goods after they fill u with holes then packed on prison buses with lifers penetrating their holes unguarded beat mildly retarted they dream of suicide to never be rewarded
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
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