YO SON I DIDN'T SAY NOTHING ABOUT IT CUZ IT WAS SO WACK THERE WASN'T ANYTHING TO BE SAIDOriginally Posted by .5KutSkeleton
YO SON I DIDN'T SAY NOTHING ABOUT IT CUZ IT WAS SO WACK THERE WASN'T ANYTHING TO BE SAID
at least im not frontin like im good and puttin shit on a myspace to that sounds like it was recorded on a fuckin cell phone im just fuckin around
and sorry my name doesnt have cool words like skeleton in it
Uh, word to mother, I'm dangerous
Crazier than a bag of fucking angel dust
When I bust my gat motherfuckers take dirt naps
I'm all that and a dime sack
Where the paper at?
-Gimme the Loot
Listen nub alls i did was respond to skell's comment man don't have your period it's a forum we can agree to disagree. and i'm gonna state it again i didn't speak on your verse because too me there nothing to be said...now with that said nub i understand your fucking around which is cool. just not in this thread because liable to get shitted on by others man. i'm not shitting on you i'm just speaking facts about what goes on in this thread and this forum.
Right cha lines wit straighten spines
I rewind wit lines like I guided in like airplanes in/
Geographic’s to mathematics are given through sermons
Worded brethren episodic my rhymes are the cartridge/
I spit it never bigoted wigging out when I segue and go
Throw darts you don’t even know I know I can throw/
Walk through the shoes of my Islamic brothers and sisters
Walk through the shoes of my Jewish brothers and sisters/
Breaking bread wit wisdom never always deadly with weaponry
Secondly I section more pages than continents separated/
Aided and abided victims kick the 45 grammar wisdom
Watch him get all skittish when see your not a percentage/
Extra strengthage pardon my guestimation estimated
How many heads is gonna take until we come back from brink/
You can throw everything at them including the kitchen sink
But cha still don’t get it like prophetic notions after effects hit
Causing allot of commotion coming through like a locomotive/
Shit is all potent whenever I wrote it throwing my darts down
Ya should of never spoke it now I’m swarming like lotus/
Switchblade trying to evade me with spades and faces
Without dropping heat you blazing with or without cases/
shit, my stitches itch again
my pen easily drips venomous liquids
little kids skip scriptures and pick up big brother's guns
the grips are still rough
strength of will is my steel bustin
troubled by the innocent repercussions
attention simpletons:
don't turn this into a grim reaper discussion
my peace is corrupted by weak mumblin
keep it comin
I leave v-tunnels flooded with bleedin ice-crusted dummies
breath the dust of a man standin on a giant's noggin
tie the problems where they rightly belong
exercise the longest sight strongly
there are only two options: applaud or drop your own heat
so you think you know kung-fu?
show me
your flow is a slow leaf driftin
gettin drilled holes by killa beez
mimicry is a difficult skill to exhibit properly
your limited artistry against my unlimited armory
keys swim in my arteries
prehistoric sharks feedin on small pawns crawlin across beets
chopped degrees assault the streets
sergeant slaughter dirty moggs with thirty-aught techniques
^^^now that's fuckin around. you ain't got shit to say about shit till you can spit better than your namesake.
don't get it twisted sheep, you got skills. just don't always agree witcha structure, but I bet there's somethin I'm not pickin up on delivery.
Peace
weep for lost babylon,
the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog
bordered by a sea of faults,
fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt
screaming shots, police and chalk,
wingless fallen demons walking among us as people...
-.5Kut
Tactical practical magical with statistical evidence to prove itokay cool
When my sword swings
I sing death strokes/
Never fallen for the okay doke
My shit don’t stink when I ink/
Drink liquor quicker than water liquids
Spit it quick think a lick flick ya lighter/
Spark a flame darken my name wit illy in the blaze
Out the smoke come the game we play/
Slay you dragon’s wit haggler arms
I bring back those badger arms/
Massacre crap out at six tres dos
I don’t think you know who your are dealing with/
I’m the gifted 13th born day weaponry architect
Matching wits wit flicker clips dripping sex/
Locking lips wit the ladies is how I do swayze
Blaze these darts maybe when the haze be in effect/
I check your disconnect with AT&T & NYNEX
Play you like chess after I address when you stress/
The phone rings next when stories get told in segments
I recruit regiments wit educated monuments like Obelisk/
When I torment cha wit the winged dragon of RA
Solar rays shine once Slifer takes flight and ignites/
Rewrite cha mind like a data disc spit a fisk when the Hulk rips
Grip these pads megaliths monoliths task force rips through desert trips/
Technical shit sparks fly when arcs die thunderous acclaim
Liberty’s thoughts die in a thunderous applause why/
Similar to what Padmé says in Attack of the Clones
I dismay the odds wit a staple of cards after we barter for bets/
Aimed to disable threats like Piccolo my ability is a domino effect
Directly intersect wit my other half like Kami-Sama while u glow nada/
Break your mental faculty’s wit skills more superior than a simple fatality
I go from animalistic characteristics to spitting ultra complicated simplistic lyrics/
I’m the One Piece to your Dragonball Z when you try n cross me like Epoch
Spit wit left pop knock out cha flow like Vista does your Leopard desktop/
Once I start to rip as ripper should, could and ever would/
You’ll be doing handstands without any digestive glands
After hand I see through the fatal flaws cut through the raw/
Hit e’m hard like alien devices
Reciting passages though various languages/
Mastering plans through constant viewings of Channel Zero
I saw methodological incompatible flows unpronounceable/
Now I came outside and saw hip hop she was a curvy lady
Betraying me after years of subsequent loyalty/
Now she went down south for the constant measure of soul food nourishment
Now she claims she’s getting educated at all black colleges/
While I polish my tactics wit techniques view through screens oblique
Critiquing emcees speech with less twang and more slang/
Now I’m baller blocking Carnheart jean rocking
Flow stocking knowledge born scoping/
Once I stay locked to my target I never barge from it
I come wit the penmanship so tight it can’t be duplicated/
Once it betrays me you can slay me like a knight to a dragon
I stay badgering on with multiples tales of the strange/
I stay a detective in comics once action took my place
I rewound myself and began getting darker/
If you can feel these flows from coast to coast
I roast emcee wit least amount of notice before you can focus/
Last edited by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS; 06-01-2008 at 03:32 AM.
Iv'e been away, fathering seeds, abolishing beats
Shining in streets, don't drink much, but i smoke weed
And eat others food, a gully gutter dude
Give me the loot troop, or your whole squads barbaqued
Beat bitches fathers rude, cut em up , make em dog food
Blast some O.D.B. pussy for free featuring Neptunes
before i spit wack, the earth will discover a next moon
Black Gorilla Monsoon, wrestling tactics bloom
Smoke the fumes, eat emcee's like prunes
hit this thread back in 3 weeks, me and my wiz having a honeymoon
Last edited by Mantra; 06-04-2008 at 01:44 PM.
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
My lyrical structure will rupture these niggas fragile sculptures
Pope Fiction suckers knee deep in the cultures
Cures for the final four, grand slamming vultures
Tales folk, white faced women, deepthroat the vets kids on a sail boat
Exhale smoke, nostrils flaming, the declaration training
Raining decipher drops, blowing noodles out in barbershops
Pools of blood, bloody mops, operations on rocked knots
Sapphire cyclops, invest in vest, and blue, and white tops
God knocks your hustle, doors ripped off hinges, big muscles
Walk with vicious pits, stab you in the iris with a afro pick
Bust yo shit open, open fire, the sires gun smoking
Twist trees potent, my jigger potential poking
Speak english broken, narcotics are the fix
Pusherman scripts, stuck in a wild western enviornment
retire rich, bitches pitching for my fastballs
Any bar battle, times racing, make your last call
Been in so many fights, yesterday was my last brawl
Broke a cats jaw, give me my cash, crawl
Above the law, shoot a Steven Siegal
Beats blown off the wall, i was born raw
escaped through the rubber hole, blubber flow
Fry your scalp like Nat King Cole, swing low
Stay high, your ain't hitting shit like a blindman doing a driveby
Murder shines, gingerbread man for the one time
make bitches cum fine, pimp slapped, ya hoes mine
Flows crime, children ditching parents for dollar signs
Bartender pour me a drink, i'm too sober to think
Imagination ink, my fascanations with spinxs
Crime ring clique, thick in the thickening plot
Home invasion with asians, ying and yang on your locks
Last edited by Mantra; 06-06-2008 at 12:05 PM.
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
this is some raw shit JTS. big upz
weep for lost babylon,
the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog
bordered by a sea of faults,
fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt
screaming shots, police and chalk,
wingless fallen demons walking among us as people...
-.5Kut
just something i wrote real fast
Sharks skin barber mind alter
Fold never coffin I’m operating in the offering/
Grambling scrambling arm and hammering
Jaguar stain glass shatter past faster with words I alter/
Rolling wit diamonds iron sharpen pens I’m writing with
Strike like titians iron hot lions dens I rock fire stock/
Cold crush elementals armor shattering tackling
Arabic scriptures wit bible pictures holding Jesus close to my heart/
Fold up chairs division rhyme and reason scholaring while I’m lounging
Download mental mind frames time slates wit tablets from the greats/
Taken plates confessions after mashing clashing with rivals
Armed procession touching with words I’m rushing/
Phase the place taken space from days I gaze wit lines I lace
Taken track meets wit tack streets over dope ass break beats/
Take seats and watch another cop get his wig blown
Pulling me over on the I-95 on my way home
Half stoned looking at this Silvester Stallone
All up in face with his hand on his can of mace
usually calm with jakes, but these are the brakes
Illegally searched, i put the middle finger in his face
That mustv'e struck a nerve, i got served a left hook
I hit that motherfucker with everything but the book
T.K.O. the swine, know i'm on the run crazy shook
Ghetto bird above, theyr'e igniting slugs at the crook
Car out of gas, thought fast and snatched another whip like a pocket book
On the block with Brooke, who's shooting? Son don't even look
We took the exit to to the Gas station, awaiting the grand finale
I gave up, they open fire on Brooke running in an alley
Last edited by Mantra; 06-09-2008 at 02:03 PM.
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
It’s the vocal lyrical iron monger
Flow conjurer rhyme absconder/
You can’t even ponder the lines I’m writing down
Iron out cha lungs and leave your brain chomped and crunched up/
Open your mind wit surgical prongs
Rhyme so long your jaw will snap from hanging so much/
Candy coat cha defense with limited mobility and no opportunity
While my offense scopes out cha walk through like New England Patriots do/
Now my flow caught cha just like the flu
Now emcees are turning blue from the way I rhyme it like it was something new/
Whether I’m repping from Cuse ya’ll still aren’t used to our slanguage
Matter of fact I speak English so potent they think it’s binary by how complex it is/
Spit for the kids, the wiz you finna marry it’s get pretty scary
Old fashion flows are ultramagetic wit the styles that be kinetic/
Y’all cook your records up as quick as stir fry vegetables
With no words to why so I approach my engineers to shift into gear/
I jot down a verse fast as a javelin going in the Olympics
Now you try sprinting against a lyricist wit mind quick as two Pentium chips in it/
Negro please this ain’t no gimmick my shit has no limits
Like master p and his no limit chains/
Take my game very seriously lyrically
you still are not seeing me like the blind/
Whenever I’m sharp as a diamond or
Coming off the mound pitching curve balls at y’all/
Striking you out fast as tornados and cyclones approach your home
Grip tight as python singing more songs than riddles that be on Monty Python/
Hello, hello are the lights on up in there
it’s cold when I have bring the musket here/
I feel like an execution when I’m up in the booth
presenting you nothing but truth/
I doubt you can recoup the bars...
I prove attempting to reboot cha mainframe/
When I’m the propane that burnt down your studio’s mainframe,
oops I guess you’re out the game/
Last edited by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS; 06-10-2008 at 11:25 PM.
I appreciate the love.
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Ice water world order, i dominate sections sub-zero frozen slaughters
Golden arrows hit daughters, rent-a-cop reporter
Penthouse for the torture, score high scorcher
magnum hidden, eyes low good riddance
Put ya'll in coma hits, ghost riding stolen whips
Catching fits for the fitness, mafia kids whipped
Mademen beat with whips with glass tips
Shots through hips, and strips, and strippers
Bar tippers, break bottles over heads
Runover feds, nightriders eyes bloody red
Cop wars, hardcore lord stores enemy remains
Tai chi in the morning workout, toke pot
feed the furious demon, trigga the gambler glocks
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
imagery is motherfucker go JTS love this shit
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