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    Blood spills over dropped dimes, the games bloody shots hit bystanders by the sidelines
    Thugs clear the benches, releasing firearms, attacking like dobermen pinchers
    Slugs fly like finches, the impact from the clapped gat, makes kids fly through benches
    Friends quick to backstab, get names and bodies dragged in bodybags
    Driveby's by thugs rocking soldier rags, and retarted flags
    their history when a few good men turn bad, falling victim to fury
    Body functioning poorly, he passed by midnight, different hoods, same stories
    Insane shorties, heartless killers, and drug dealers, the hoods gory
    genocidal generations of heartbreaking making the news
    Murals on walls show the memorials for troops
    Big boots i'm walking in, murders cops loving em
    Young, or old were all born in sin, the government don't want us to win



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

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    Goose grapper rap labeler
    flow cable channel surfing/
    now i'm earthing word to those nurfhearders
    i'm wording everything spazmatic after crafts/
    i clap dappers wit rafter after packages shipped off
    i grip bottles like moltov cocktails/
    shift games gander wit skills i never pander
    rhyme wanye wit these dames i claiming/
    never aiming low i gut cha body like oxidation
    creating phases wit stocks we raising/
    token black guy after the wise
    i run up high and rose the ranks/
    bank their doe in the tank
    yank the phone back call me El Presidente/
    i got hella flow, hella glow
    now you know it's all just soul/
    grown from bongs we ran wit
    no yanws after dusk til dawn/
    match wits a pawn versus king
    leave ya knights in the ring/
    my bishops beat your rooks everytime
    trying to swipe my queen you'll get yours coming/
    four-five-six i'm drumming when i'm throwing bones
    open nose show ya flow when ya know it's fools gold/
    so don't try and shoulder the load after i take a boatload
    you try n' unload cha chrome mines ain't plated like your nickel plated/
    it's always highly debatable always ratable wit skills placed on the table
    i got a few going wit styles so sick they're too short to know e'm/

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    Quote Originally Posted by J.T.S. View Post
    Blood spills over dropped dimes, the games bloody shots hit bystanders by the sidelines
    Thugs clear the benches, releasing firearms, attacking like dobermen pinchers
    Slugs fly like finches, the impact from the clapped gat, makes kids fly through benches
    Friends quick to backstab, get names and bodies dragged in bodybags
    Driveby's by thugs rocking soldier rags, and retarted flags
    their history when a few good men turn bad, falling victim to fury
    Body functioning poorly, he passed by midnight, different hoods, same stories
    Insane shorties, heartless killers, and drug dealers, the hoods gory
    genocidal generations of heartbreaking making the news
    Murals on walls show the memorials for troops
    Big boots i'm walking in, murders cops loving em
    Young, or old were all born in sin, the government don't want us to win
    good verse bro....hope the lil one is doing ok


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    Quote Originally Posted by J.T.S. View Post
    Blood spills over dropped dimes, the games bloody shots hit bystanders by the sidelines
    Thugs clear the benches, releasing firearms, attacking like dobermen pinchers
    Slugs fly like finches, the impact from the clapped gat, makes kids fly through benches
    Friends quick to backstab, get names and bodies dragged in bodybags
    Driveby's by thugs rocking soldier rags, and retarted flags
    their history when a few good men turn bad, falling victim to fury
    Body functioning poorly, he passed by midnight, different hoods, same stories
    Insane shorties, heartless killers, and drug dealers, the hoods gory
    genocidal generations of heartbreaking making the news
    Murals on walls show the memorials for troops
    Big boots i'm walking in, murders cops loving em
    Young, or old were all born in sin, the government don't want us to win

    now that is a five star verse man, yo ur imagery is so vivid its like this could be a movie summed up in a verse nice shit son keep killing e'm

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    Just droppin my fire in here as usual.....Heres a rap i wrote to spot lite JTS....

    I eject like Rza with the force of 20 'Rillaz
    Ya won't ever hear how i bust much iller
    Than any rap killer cos my mind exells
    I propell magnetic bullets straight through yer shell
    The Rebel D.K, Intellects switchin planes
    No shame is how i spit, my verses from my brain
    You can never contain this pressure poppin from my vain
    I make you jump around more than the 'house of pain'

    Immense contents now I hold the golden globe
    Starting hunting trips to rip right out ya soul
    You dig a deep hole cos yer hiding like a mole
    So I spear ya head on my nine-diagram pole
    I demon-strate, white noise, coming out ya T.V
    Ssssshhhh nigga, ya ain't gonna see me
    Theres no need to fear me, My attack's only verbal
    I'd rather smoke herbal with my clan on the mental

    Intercontinental, I got the heart of angel
    I don't breed hate, that's even placeable
    Switched digital when these cats was analog
    White dumb sprogs dodge thoughts so on ya go and jog
    Descend from the land of haggis, Where chins are sagging
    Wiggaz are braggin, fuck them dudes, they just lose
    I'm braggin rawish style that most will never see
    Every line of truth til I'm outta breathe and buried deep

    Under a heap switching styles, on track, you can't keep
    A eye on my fly rhyme, I slam idiots all week
    So check out and dust out before you cause a creative drought
    Never doubt my lung capacity I'll always smoke ya out
    & under, the table if yer are ever able
    To smoke as much as me then you deserve a decree
    But yer too dumb for rhymes so stick to poetry
    Im out, lines continuing in my mind permanent-ly


    ....word


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    Appreciate the props ya'll. Fam my seeds fine! Peace Sheepish!



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    Evil status pitch the fork in a emcee's cabbage
    Bag the baggage, my lines the fattest, leave bodies the flattest
    before i pass bury the passage, clones stop the maddness
    grab this wordplay from the baddest batter to leave em battered
    Bang bitches out, breaking mattress matters
    Crab kids hiding in barrels, get hit for the habitual habit
    Skills they never had kids ashamed of their parents
    Cowards apparently running like rabbits
    Big dart throwing marathon, courtesy of viacom
    Shot hit my violent arm, seeds raised on the farm
    Far from a Don Corleone, seller of corner chron
    born in a storm, raised in hurricanes
    slept in streets, busses, and trains
    Everyday matters matted my brain
    Pains my middle name, flames my first
    Been here since the devil's birth
    Cursive writing the curse, signing the hearse
    Death for your certificate
    feet broke from kicking bricks
    my bars hit you felons, pockets dug missing tips
    Break-fast in the morning, know your missing grits
    Break it down swift fashion, fatal harrasment
    Smashed since Scott la Rock's death
    Used to break dance, and freestyle on project steps
    Repped to earn respect, and kept the flow flexed
    So dedicated to the art, sometimes the chics got no sex
    Known vet, though unknown to the matrix
    They don't want me to make it, unless i make some fake shit
    That 85 percent hatred, that Q-tip industry's shady rule lines sacred
    Last edited by Mantra; 05-02-2008 at 11:22 AM.



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

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    Quote Originally Posted by J.T.S. View Post
    Evil status pitch the fork in a emcee's cabbage
    Bag the baggage, my lines the fattest, leave bodies the flattest
    before i pass bury the passage, clones stop the maddness
    grab this wordplay from the baddest batter to leave em battered
    Bang bitches out, breaking mattress matters
    Crab kids hiding in barrels, get hit for the habitual habit
    Skills they never had kids ashamed of their parents
    Cowards apparently running like rabbits
    Big dart throwing marathon, courtesy of viacom
    Shot hit my violent arm, seeds raised on the farm
    Far from a Don Corleone, seller of corner chron
    born in a storm, raised in hurricanes
    slept in streets, busses, and trains
    Everyday matters matted my brain
    Pains my middle name, flames my first
    Been here since the devil's birth
    Cursive writing the curse, signing the hearse
    Death for your certificate
    feet broke from kicking bricks
    my bars hit you felons, pockets dug missing tips
    Break-fast in the morning, know your missing grits
    Break it down swift fashion, fatal harrasment
    Smashed since Scott la Rock's death
    Used to break dance, and freestyle on project steps
    Repped to earn respect, and kept the flow flexed
    So dedicated to the art, sometimes the chics got no sex
    Known vet, though unknown to the matrix
    They don't want me to make it, unless i make some fake shit
    That 85 percent hatred, that Q-tip industry's shady rule lines sacred
    Damn son dropping jewels on these fools well....heres a little peak into my struggle wit this music shit

    Once I awaken wit cryptic passages
    I’m the Obelisk that tormented cha/
    Laminate emcees like paper peripherals
    Lyrical arm mastering tactics trample you like faxes sent/
    Empty clips drip paint like letters you write wit ink
    Drink liquids from the seven seas poison your dreams/
    Schemes stolen scripts making flicks
    Directing your pictures n shit
    Wit shits on lists swift wit gifts/
    Gripped from those they stiffed
    Now they sniffing and shiting/
    Once lifted, twice spitting
    Now I’m sifting through the wrath/
    Grasp a hold of the golden wings of RA
    My flow shows darts once sacrifice more beasts/
    We’re ready to eat and feast on you weak emcees
    Coming wit skills sparked by Slifer the Sky Dragon/
    Black opal eyes demise lives wit skies frozen pies
    Shine sheen saw screams after the lay with lean/
    I’m green wit less envy then they are empty
    I got the remedy that emcees and priest envy/
    Break you down like Bush did
    When Katrina broke the levies/
    Last edited by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS; 05-04-2008 at 03:07 AM.

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    Default What;s good shjeepish nice flows flawless

    [
    Once I awaken wit cryptic passages
    I’m the Obelisk that tormented cha/
    Laminate emcees like paper peripherals
    Lyrical arm mastering tactics trample you like faxes sent/
    Empty clips drip paint like letters you write wit ink
    Drink liquids from the seven seas poison your dreams/
    Schemes stolen scripts making flicks
    Directing your pictures n shit
    Wit shits on lists swift wit gifts/
    Gripped from those they stiffed
    Now they sniffing and shiting/
    Once lifted, twice spitting
    Now I’m sifting through the wrath/
    Grasp a hold of the golden wings of RA
    My flow shows darts once sacrifice more beasts/
    We’re ready to eat and feast on you weak emcees
    Coming wit skills sparked by Slifer the Sky Dragon/
    Black opal eyes demise lives wit skies frozen pies
    Shine sheen saw screams after the lay with lean/
    I’m green wit less envy then they are empty
    I got the remedy that emcees and priest envy/
    Break you down like Bush did
    When Katrina broke the levies/[/QUOTE]

    Touring the mental lands, flashbacks torture this man
    Once supreme, know being imprisioned in the land of the damned
    Conducting scams, to keep the pockets dead president crammed
    all city dwellers back the fella with guns in hand
    Preview the plans, respect artists but never been a fan
    Fuck deals, can't be a slave i own masters man
    Run the grands or get grand slammed in the damn
    No recordings i broke the cams, money tax-free fuck uncle Sam
    Truck driving American, running em down by the band stands
    Ready to set it like Iran on Isreal, untangible skill
    throw up the peace sign,
    then run up in the White House with exposed blue steel
    feeling blue still, the sky's my mirror
    Intensions crooked, a cruddy crook killer
    The payback happens when your laid back
    J.T.S. raps like mafia wacks, the hip-hop hitmans back
    Feds on my back cause i'm no longer cooking crack
    Chilling, and building unconcerned of the traps
    You hostess twinkie stinky cats
    catch knock your front teeth out backslaps
    Backs cracking d.d.t.'s, my foundations heartbreaking to emcee's
    Iron holding black Sheek, busting the double R
    lamping in Austin Texas, drinking Stone Cold beers in my car
    Fierce with the bars, barbarian strapped shooting stars
    Last edited by Mantra; 05-06-2008 at 09:20 AM.



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

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    Quote Originally Posted by Fermi Paradox View Post
    Just droppin my fire in here as usual.....Heres a rap i wrote to spot lite JTS....

    I eject like Rza with the force of 20 'Rillaz
    Ya won't ever hear how i bust much iller
    Than any rap killer cos my mind exells
    I propell magnetic bullets straight through yer shell
    The Rebel D.K, Intellects switchin planes
    No shame is how i spit, my verses from my brain
    You can never contain this pressure poppin from my vain
    I make you jump around more than the 'house of pain'

    Immense contents now I hold the golden globe
    Starting hunting trips to rip right out ya soul
    You dig a deep hole cos yer hiding like a mole
    So I spear ya head on my nine-diagram pole
    I demon-strate, white noise, coming out ya T.V
    Ssssshhhh nigga, ya ain't gonna see me
    Theres no need to fear me, My attack's only verbal
    I'd rather smoke herbal with my clan on the mental

    Intercontinental, I got the heart of angel
    I don't breed hate, that's even placeable
    Switched digital when these cats was analog
    White dumb sprogs dodge thoughts so on ya go and jog
    Descend from the land of haggis, Where chins are sagging
    Wiggaz are braggin, fuck them dudes, they just lose
    I'm braggin rawish style that most will never see
    Every line of truth til I'm outta breathe and buried deep

    Under a heap switching styles, on track, you can't keep
    A eye on my fly rhyme, I slam idiots all week
    So check out and dust out before you cause a creative drought
    Never doubt my lung capacity I'll always smoke ya out
    & under, the table if yer are ever able
    To smoke as much as me then you deserve a decree
    But yer too dumb for rhymes so stick to poetry
    Im out, lines continuing in my mind permanent-ly


    ....word
    Fam's just gets sicker by the day!



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

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    Credible of the credibility for ownership of lyrical abilities
    Assholes get shitted on, i split a pawn before dawn ends weep
    remote island styling, professor of the professional profession profiling
    a pro filing taxes, trap ya wack rappers in the bracket
    Watch rumors, amd myths get spread about my street cred
    Hot head headed to abduct cards, all credit
    Creditentials of my metal assanations with no pens, and pencils
    Sharp sword lyrical swinger in a demented demension stay tuned
    Buy time flowers bloomed, sleep with the moon
    Fish caught in the lagoon by the muddy goon
    Unique written compositions, move me up king position
    All confused about my vision, get slayed on any day or date given
    Last edited by Mantra; 05-06-2008 at 10:29 AM.



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

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    Turning marksmen to martyr's, God bodied their fathers
    Horrific horror that leatherface cobra karma
    Squadron bomber, seargents slaughtered, it's war game drama
    more honor, and stripes, for sniping dangerous knights
    Angelic fight, phantom of fright, Christ of the mic
    My dames blast right on command, my troops carry leadpipes
    Widows blow me for life, curtains closed, break em onsite
    Windows open, comrades call me before the commotion
    Hosting the war, in front of the store boasting
    toast to the aftermath wrath, seeing my foes chopped in half
    Brains blown through glass, one cat was saved by his bus pass
    Wrangler clash, modern day extortion, torch em for cash
    Star shine devine, bust grapes bloody the grapevines
    Show these crabs how to rhyme, piss on their minds
    Shit on the blind smelling, muffle mouths, pull the levers
    Expose the head severed, my concepts are forever clever
    Head of the statements, storage full of your rhyme replacements
    diggin in the crates since "Check the rhyme", respect my grime
    One of a kind party crasher, stuck in traffic crafting lines
    the billboards just a dollar sign
    The makers, and owners here's a hollowpoint for their spines
    Pass the dutch, are bones get crushed by the surplus
    Destory your circuits, get on your nerves make you nervous
    tie you up in the kitchen and put your hands on hot oven burners
    Drug dealers get tortured with rabid bobcats ripping their backs
    Fucking with me is like carrying deer meat in front of a starving wolf pack
    Book cats like pigs, expert of jigs, dimes big up my big sacks
    Any questions? about this is your brain on drug raps
    Last edited by Mantra; 05-07-2008 at 10:22 AM.



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    Droppin Silva bullets as usual...


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    Freestyle to 'Intellectuals'...

    I'm busting off this track, I'm never looking back
    My rhymes are only bullets, flying through yer cataracts
    I bomb through stacks of porn mags, Don't smoke fags
    You lapsed while I'm presentin my relative facts
    Mister hardcore, I'm bringin it to ya raw
    My verbal force will crack yer motherfuckin jaw
    With my funky southpaw, There's no need to see
    When I flip like the jap Jet Li on PCP

    Ayo, I conquor bunks, Smoke a double dutch
    Never meet a scot that rocks the game as much
    I'm off the radar like vader the masquerador
    Ignite light that shines bright, the zone raider
    My mind swells when i propell magnetic thrusts
    Scuzz the mic fuzz, buzz up the universe
    The Sinner, Paint thinner, Heads instantly combust
    The Genius of the planet, Apes, mockin us
    The Soul control blows a hole straight through yer door
    The More you ask for it the more I stick it to ya slow
    The Rapid rampant master of imaginable tangent
    The Freaker keeper sweeping niggas off to other planets
    Dictate to migrates, then demonstrate my ill skill
    Thats the way it goes, So sit back and chill
    At the end of the day nobody really gives a fuck
    I'll slap ya sleepy head around ya 85 percent schmuck
    Head blown off, One shot with a sawn off
    While Yer moms too busy sucking grown mens dicks off...


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    Can't no competition takeover my position
    Without an ass-whipping, My hits add stars to visions
    Shipping hundreds of bodies by the shipments
    Get chics, ya'll get hit once shots lick, i slap hicks
    Relax slick, or catch this axe so active
    Break ya back flip, grip the guardian, destroying angels
    big heads who boast i strangle, disaterous like tornadoes
    I tore NATO, poems are cyclones, that are rhymes thrown
    Fuck the time shown, in a second ya'll die clones
    Minds blown, my 3rd eye open in the zone
    Killing armies without the chrome
    Fuck rapping about bitches, riches, and bottles of Petron
    leave me the fuck alone, stay drunk alone
    You won't get a loan, everyday paper thrown
    My name i made it known, without idolizing Al Capone
    But i assanate assasins with styles from dome
    doctor pass the bones, i chomp on stones
    A nightmare living, flows microwaving microphones
    Ol' school like Dockers, and Whoppers
    Over heads like helicopters, i beatdown imposters
    Last edited by Mantra; 05-10-2008 at 04:00 PM.



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