^^thats a funny ass sig,lmao...you got knocked tha fuck out,
^^thats a funny ass sig,lmao...you got knocked tha fuck out,
YEAH THAT ISOriginally Posted by Fermi Paradox
^^thats a funny ass sig,lmao...you got knocked tha fuck out,
kinda quiet in here...i think J.T.S is keeping all his spits for the flying daggers tournament,lol
I'm actually done Fam i just pm'd 44 both of my verses minute ago..
Freestyle over Gza's publicity instrumental
Hard to death when i die on the death bed it'll cause earthquake effects..
Sleep with a technique when i awake it turns to a tech..
Verbal spray clears blocks from 9to 5..
where the bee gee's grind staying alive..
Madder than a bunch of bee's that attack from the hive..
We don't strive, we are perfection..
Jesus of this rap shit, crucifying hoes with erections..
Pussy walls i break, watch snakes run for shelter..
From the forked tongue splitter, atomic bomber in ya sector..
Seed protector, pass the shovel for those who don't dig this..
flip on so many crews they call me the rap gymnist..
Handle my buisness, live this, while other wish..
Been catching wreck since Nas dropped life's a bitch..
No chains on my kneck, i'm not a slave to this materialistic shit..
I switch styles like cars switch lanes..
Go against the kid and ya remains will be found in the grain..
my niggas give me pounds for the pain..
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Maybe I’m the beast from the forums boroughs
Flowing so sick I infect the least amount of people/
Killing my sales unable to make my own prequels
Like George Lucas’ did so I made my own sequels/
Equal nothing less, I address the rest wit nothing but the manuscript
Egyptian hieroglyphics to Hebrew characteristics I’m all angles like a prism/
Gimme ya wisdom I’ll open the flood gates like the Matrix of Leadership
Spitting a full clip after I transform into a firearm like Megatron/
They call me the lyrical EXXON cuz I’m dead on target
Hardly profit but cha niggaz knock it from time 2 time/
Spit shine flows as I exhibit more variables
Than Sean Penn writing comical editorial articles/
See my world wide view is panoramic wit eccentric sight
Fish lens cam flowing throughout my wave length years/
Drinking beers, Heineken and coke-cola flow wit bolos in the author
Bitch hold cha polo shirt tight before my hurricane Floyd blows right off ya/
Touch me, tease me, my beats get breezy never leaving my loose-leaf
Wit these pads I punch holes through crabs and leave ya ice sickle fickle/
Frozen murals given me fake furs protests occurs
Realize through these real eyes real lies do lie/
Visionary in the name of the lord prays on the Sabbath
My raps be ravage damage emcees on the Damascus/
My raps be savage African average age blades smith these Wesson’s
Giving you the lexicons in separated sections/
Success is like a crash course to make it..
I vision death, no stress, labels sleep on the best..
Snipers aim for my chest, shirts wet..
car sped off, the vest protected the boss..
I figure the coke games better for Ross..
will i die in the tunnel like Diana?..
Feds take pics, studying my explosive manner..
I charge em like rock grams for this grammar..
Universally universal, memory lane my mental..
thirsty wolves plot attacks for stacks with macks..
Weapons i-raq by the bedside, writing insomnia tracks..
Enter the dragon theory, pardon the smoke, it steers me..
Courts clear me of charges, known as scars for an author..
Rejected witness protection offers, pocket church offerings..
making hoffa moves, my teamsters step on studded bling..
money ain't a thing to a seller, the heartless head swellar..
Stellar black goodfella, project cella dwellar, el lighter..
eye resembles a tiger, but i have a heart of a lion..
Sexing wifey on Mount zion, by the altar lightning striiking..
i'll die writing last breth behind the bars..
Customize the wars, double platinum without the stores..
Explore the genocide, living the hoodlife, writing comrades kites..
I'm unlike the average savage, to the game it's a lifelong marriage..
Carriage baby rappers, boasting theyr'e pre-school notions..
Nubian potion, my potent potiential causes double c4 explosions..
ladies hold me down, tools stashed as we scower battle grounds..
Hell raiser rounds, those who refuse to compromise are left undergound..
Blast my sounds in a Honda, i was trained to reign as a performer..
warn em fore the bloodshed, message sent from the thug dread..
Lady love said stay strapped and sleep with a gun in the bed..
Satan wants my head, am i headed to hell?
So many questions like freshman from Yale..
Cancell ya sitcoms, a sick don, home is megatron..
a mega-man dropping titanium bombs..
Last edited by Mantra; 01-30-2008 at 01:09 PM.
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Hold me down Chaos.
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Flowing so sick I infect the least amount of people/
Killing my sales unable to make my own prequels
Like George Lucas’ did so I made my own sequels/
I like this right here how every line rolls into the next..
Gimme ya wisdom I’ll open the flood gates like the Matrix of Leadership
Spitting a full clip after I transform into a firearm like Megatron/
They call me the lyrical EXXON cuz I’m dead on target
Hardly profit but cha niggaz knock it from time 2 time/
Spit shine flows as I exhibit more variables
This is live as hell too fam!!..
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
i got you
Hit the nation with combinations, abnormal abominations
Wreckage making, giving rappers career slump like Kevin Bacon
Take it in blood, waging catastrophe internationally
Pound a pussy passionately, trap the beasts
Cattle beef herd mover, street master manuevers
Every state bombed, my force air rumors
Sauwed off shottie shooter, sword swinging tutor
Duels onlines, flying daggers hit consumers
Training commuters, speakers blown heavy bass boomer
Locked down late bloomer, slash track knucklehead
Life long supply of bread, keep every ethnicity fed
Share my favorite dread-ful darts
Reseivor dogs declaring war on sharks
Grafitti art specialist, classic like G-raps lisp
bitches i never kiss who's knows if theyv'e been guzzling kids..
Clique trapped in the maze, another puzzling trip..
Gun on the hip holder, put holes in chips on shoulders..
Last edited by Mantra; 02-05-2008 at 01:09 PM.
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
From now to never I’m forever shanking emcees
Down from that trodden in the never friendly skies/
My reply’s go unwritten so I keep spitting, keep ripping
Finding Forever like Common, fuck the drama
It was written but never told like Nasir Jones/
I throw body blows from the kidneys to the domes
Breaking each and every nose napoleon style off the podium/
Throwing more smuck on screens like petroleum jelly
Emcees get it twisted like the “Coca Epidemic” ain’t for real/
Niggaz get caps peeled so often they’re consider fruit
And all types of oranges calling on all types of swordsmen/
I’m a boardsmen slay flows on thirty-two squares & audio boards
Cut through the cords like Knights and Bishops I rip shit up/
What the fuck do I fear but god himself, I don’t care about cha wealth
I got my health, and I’m in the greatest shape of my god-given life/
If you gonna strike better hit me over the plate before
I hit cha out the park like Barry Bonds & Carlos Zambrano/
We at war throwing darts galore, throw ya slights
My whites be peeped like dilated peoples/
I got sight beyond sight like the Sword of Omens
My flows are launching more artillery
Killing beats like we’re military/
I up-funk the monk and smoke a bucket with skunk
They call me the hunk hulk drunk dunking punks in car trunks
Your styles shrunk up and ducks askin was'up with ya body strut
In my city, people feel cold steel cut gut, so mouths stay shut
Scheme girl sluts emiting gluttoned smut, watch out for head-butts
I'm set like a bolt while you turn like a greased wing nut
Launching the mic of ya head which cracks like a pistachio nut
My styles uncut, while yours ends suddenly abrubt...
When my shit gets goin
These rats start tip toe'in
All wood work's peel'in
On hood turf I spit roman
Move'in like a microscopic
Pop up locness and lock up projects
Putt'in bodies into fatal cycles
From rocked up products
My slang's unknown so i talk chubaca
Loan'in lem choppers and
Teflon vests like ten whoppers
To steel faced hip lockers
To coppers i'm like a nigga wita hood
Reach'in to his waist
Misunderstood i wonder would it be hard
To pick apart
From threat to victim, instead i shoot on sight
Or lose my life
I'm always set to lift'em
Up to judgement for think'in "i thought he wasn't"
Who's fuck'in next to test'em
Check'em down wit the lead lecture
Then at least its forever in pieces i rest'em
Last edited by Bigot Hitman; 02-13-2008 at 01:19 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
I warm iit up like Kane and sheep-skin
Bamboo chopping defense, my proposals indecent
Fuck weakmen eat em like wheat thins
Happy with my lye, and the booth i don't need friends
and i don't trick-dady, bitches pay me for freaking
One eye open sleeping, cause hoes are scandulous
Besides a nut, the heats the other thang i bust
In God i trust, my reflection in the mirror
My brains a masterpiece, got enough thesis to pack a theatre
Times are getting weirder, these babies coming up are muppets
Drop jewels master tools, to leave cats blown like a trumphant
Reign triumphant, besides pumping, i'm spitting, or thumping
Cops respect mine, or they face destruction
During questioning i'm saying nothing
no brutality, or else there's causaulties
Go ahead murder me, i'll be avenged by seeds
My words up, so look to the sky and take heed
And one of my hoes are Jamacian so i don't pay for trees
Mantis prey the weak, as well as the strong
Used to be a problem child, in my pocket i carried a bong
Carried the arms, and left enemies buried while bombed
Last edited by Mantra; 02-13-2008 at 02:28 PM.
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Weaponry I come wit the spear of destiny
You call me everything but John Constantine/
I’m a monstrous machine coming wit the greenery
Spit it so vehemently leaving you in awe/
After you just receive my messages
From yesterdays answering machine/
So if you know what I mean
You soon shall see what I didn’t mean/
You see the man in the mirror disappears
Reappears like the spring and the winter/
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