Fuck my wifey, isnt she lively?, plus insides are spirally,
so dont get lost, or get tossed down the steps, rituals for spiritual
sacrifice, next it might be your life, ripped out hearts atop of pyrimids,
thousands of feet in the air, enter my lair where blood sits in pool,
tongues wrapped around spools, eyes still fixed oon my jewels,
crown that rest on my head, fool who try to take it end up dead,
no bodyguards jus booby traps, watch your step my friend
Fight til' the end, living in this world of sin, my girls a ten
Emcee's ought to be intriqued, my rod lines reel em in
Warring by the river bin, dog style Rin Tin tin
Conquer blocks bringing blockades, when we defend
Our kin, ghetto gunners extorting Gold's gyms
You either go out or go in, pussy scared by my lightning
Run up on him while he's typing, lead pipe em
Acid thrown in his face for biting this bionic titan
Street desperado, bodies i dropped hard to find like Waldo
Get scalped indian style, then Christ crucified
Telling exclusive lies, get you wetted, hung to dry
Your bitch said she sea-men, naw hoe my semen in your eyes
the real realize the real lies, noone's immune to death
Doc doom effects, split you up like Lauryn, Pras, and Wyclef
So eat my feces pieces, your candy raps ressess
He got axed thiking finding my file was easy access
Struck to def, stay mute, you and your reps
Better recognize, i'm a problem energized
Ending lives, uniforn white striped, heat of the night
Stop acting like a dick cause you just got beat on the mic
Sugar in their tank ranked for that sweet shit they write
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
damn nice darts JTS n Bronze feet
Script scribing iron lung liver hive thriver mic liner
Throw darts wider than a fat chicks ass cheeks/
My bars reach through the book of eloems
Stolen souls get a reprieve from the chain snatcher/
Crash course force bashers mind plantation
Cramped minstrel shows be PMS when she blows/
Theorize lines with the likes of freaks, geeks and sheiks
Ali Baba grave robber closed casket pass the wishes/
I kiss a girl like the popular song on the radio
I made waves when I rip throughout the galaxy/
It’s a cold vein to maintain taken stages mantle up the cannibals
Swinging swords like barbarians with harem bone thrones/
Carve out domes carrier air condition Carbon dioxide vibrating views
Blind sound effects educate armor plate division decisive decision/
Make your case I’m late for forums with the section
Division be 9 minds combining to form multiple drones/
Attack of the clones George Lucas blows the spoof retread the surface
Remake life from the anti-life equating to equalization
creating manifestation beyond any stay-cation/
Last edited by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS; 08-03-2008 at 03:14 PM.
Youv'e elevated haevily chaos!
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
i gotta credit you, everybody in Section 9 and bronze feet for making me step my game upOriginally Posted by J.T.S.
with stand each fire of hell walkin with bronze feet
finding the value of the priceless in every day i breathe
each day of the week upon each continent and ocean
the exact strength in the digit on the n.g.e flag when he flowin
with a wisdom worth more then all the gold the planets holdin'
of the mind to recognize its value its worth more then
the midas touch with the same curse it conforms in
cause the circumstance of a genious is ridicule more critics then fans
i let joe buddens know i understand but to the point
and reason i made this rhyme
cause only thing that consumes matter is matters on the mind
as assured as u are when arithmetic is the bottom line
agreeable in every culture when u ask whats 1 + 2, right
with 3 45s u manifest 6 billion ways to die
fighting fire with fire i fight fire with water and rise
and when u bring ya gun to a test of intelligence every time
i get my vitamin mc cause 7 8 9
im the atomic number of nitrogen in the rhymes i spit
so u experimenting with high explosives when you trying him
the accounted stars that make up the big dipper
gods most righteous symbol
in the gregorian calender im september
each liberal art each sage each hill for each emperor
in the roman empire state im the numbers britians rememberin
when they mentionin 9/11's equivalent
the 8th wonder of the world just erected its your mind tryin to figure this
waiting for the sabbath cause im creating a whole new would off lyricist
who mental focused on the cardinal virtues not each deadly sin
and chasin its personification like morgan freeman and brad pit
for each heaven and earth muslims say there is
the common denominater of the 313 warriors with mehdi
the simplified math of 786, muslim sons portrayin
the total number of prophets sent added up ....
and ya attention span aint that long so ill just say im seven to you fucks
The dumbfounded have no clue or foundation to hold their structure
so from the roots all things fall apart, it's the mental abductor
Concepts confined to rhythms bust off like jizzm
On the warpath warriors shooting down devil's aircraft on television
Gates of hell soon to be locked..for eternity satan and his leigons imprisoned..
Split a dutch while i make decisons..smoke clouding visons..
weight to heavy for a see-saw..i'm handling buisness, and shipping shipments
updating war equipment, and brainstorming ways to raid their prisons
Freedom means death for us.. the next generation spared
Castrate the media makers..G.Bush cut off both ears
Carefully stitched..nerves make the body twitch
Slay the rich..spare the poor, peace to Serbia, and Equador
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
How I’m coming isn’t nothing you ever seen before
I spit it so raw you thought I just copped it off the limbs of a lamb/
I’m a lion when I get raw and I’m cancer when I begin to spread
I’m AIDS when I proliferate, I’m ice when you begin to freeze/
You best come at ease my flow is 40 below zero
Frost bitten twice shitting on the game/
Give you a head start you still couldn’t spark my mind
I’ll have you staying a roach motel like the John Milton
And still couldn’t come up with nothing sicker/
I’m off the Richter spit flames like bottles of Vodka, Hennessey & Brandy
Emcees are candy too me get eaten every time I’m in the shop/
I drop 16’s chopping heads off like a guillotine back in the 16 hundreds
Don’t make me plummet back to bubonic plague and infect a few/
I stick to beats like glue if you got a clue I rock acappellas
Dropping you actors by the time I jack beats and rape tracks/
Image if I was David Blaine of the game taking the game by storm
Giving you a mind freak like Chris Angel after you get mangled/
I wrangle you tight like jeans and Brokeback cowboys
My shit ain’t no toy I shit on you from long range like a sniper/
Rifle off two bullets leaving 4 left to pull it off
My flow be retarded and over diagnosed like autism/
Spit cha wackiest lyrical disasters splash you up on the screen
Stick you in the concrete and watch me dry wall over ya/
[Q
I spit it so raw you thought I just copped it off the limbs of a lamb/
I’m AIDS when I proliferate, I’m ice when you begin to freeze/
Don’t make me plummet back to bubonic plague and infect a few/
I stick to beats like glue if you got a clue I rock acappellas
I wrangle you tight like jeans and Brokeback cowboys
Verbal meatcleaver kid!!
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
lol good look man i'm just writing[Q
I spit it so raw you thought I just copped it off the limbs of a lamb/
I’m AIDS when I proliferate, I’m ice when you begin to freeze/
Don’t make me plummet back to bubonic plague and infect a few/
I stick to beats like glue if you got a clue I rock acappellas
I wrangle you tight like jeans and Brokeback cowboys
uppin dis thread
As we allign the signs of signature series showcases are signifigant
Shadowboxing before the main event, promoters put up millions
To bet on a vet who's cause has a tremendous effect
punching bags, who's bad enough to lay this boxer on the deck
T.k.o.'s in early rounds, punks get pummeled for the checks
Rope-a-dope style radical, at the Radisson groupies are blessed
30-0 record until i took a loss from a highly-skilled expert
I got served a right hook that left me futile and my vision blurred
After the loss me and my trainer concurred to continue practice
For 6 months i resserected my loss, knocking opponets out across the atlas
Scrapped with the hardest attackers, dropped on the canvas
jogging, lifting weights, and jumping rope to keep my frame in tip-top-shape
ready for the date to annihilate my opponent to reclaim my status as heavy weight
champ the training was far more harder than Boot camp
Day of the fight feeling frightened, and amped
The sweat dripping down my back has my shorts damp
Ref said the rules as we exchanged pounds with hands
he charged with lightning speed, movements windy like fans
i ducked, and dodged stick n' move, i tired out the man
body blows followed by furious jabs made it hard for him to stand
the last shot rocked him, a flying twirl of blood, and spit hit his wife's face in the stands
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
The first time was on a street corner, cats had the kid cornered
Tired of choking up, so i spit pressured, and treasured the honor
I received i couldn't belive the feedback had me deceived
If i was good enough to bust flows that would intrique
Older brother gave me a boost of confidence, know i'm relieved
still a newcomer to this art, 6 years later paid dues, know i'm an emcee
This was around the era of B.D.P.'s "The P Is Free"
When everyone in the streets where at peace
Had my "ghetto blaster" on daily, police monitered our activities
My cousin Dj Easy Rock cutting at the park with RoB Base, and Schooly D
I was happy to be a part of the historic scene in Philly
Jazzy Jeff, and the fresh Prince had the westside locked silly
We were dedicated to rocking it, rain, or snow, hot or chilly
The roots had Snyder ave. i grew up with Questlove's cousin Billy
Bahamadia was sitting on the speakers, as me and B rolled up the reefa
That was when 3Xdope came out with the original "ether"
Bass so heavy it destroyed almost every speaker
Boys 2 men were homeless kids that sang on the subway
i threw dollars in their cups when i passed by the 8 train
Good to see then come up, when we wore pony's sun down to sun up
And money was plentiful you didn't have to keep your chain tucked
Remember the "Youngsta's" won a talent show they tore shit up
then in the mid-ninties shit just got crazy
No more freestyling, with stickup kids snatching chains angry
Cousins killing cousins for a fucking couple of pennies
Devil's brought in the crack, and it destroyed the unity
Brothers getting murdered for a pair of jordan's a shame to see
The hood go under, many friends i lost their in an eternal slumber
And knowadays i watch the news and these kids act dumber, and dumber
Schooling my first born to the ways of the world, she loves summer
But i where i rest these gangsters are colder than winter
sometimes they test me, unaware i'm a silent ninja
Trained to fatally injure, but i'd rather show discipline every agenda
trying to build , but the hood is real, once i was nearly killed
you'd think i was a blood shot by a crip the way my blood spilled
all i could think about was my 2 seeds, is this allah's will?
I felt the chill of death set in my blood flow
weather ice cold, the paramedics said i gave em a struggle
aftermath ruptured shoulder muscles, kid strong like Mutumbo
i wanted to see the shooter dead, but my queen kept me humble
reminded me of being there for my seeds, i guess God don't like ugly
The dude that shot me got murdered robbing a car in 2003
Last edited by Mantra; 08-12-2008 at 08:07 AM.
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
poetic justice described
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
Rappers now a day’s release more garbo
Than trash on the shore by the harbor/
My lines have been known to cut
Sharp as your barber/
Didn’t mean to pardon flow harder get cha game up
Lift the dumbbells excel past you ringworms/
I burn on beats wit lines that leak gasoline
Check the dreams I’m in like Freddy/
Emcees ain’t ready I dead them quick as a melody
I’m the remedy to any enemy trying to test me/
I’m the war machine to your iron man
Get cha plans in order before you cause your own slaughter/
I’m the strategic author patriarch of authority speaking on topics
Given the right call I throw a four-seam fastball past y’all/
You could bask in my glory
Or work on words providing to my story/
When I ever I make history
I’m disaster to any emcee particularly/
I got bars launching with the trajectory
Of warhead that hasn’t been armed yet/
So if you want to bomb threat I got vets
Weighing options like a presidential pardons/
Don’t try n weigh you metaphors against mine
I outweigh my lines on whale scales when I rhyme/
Given I’m not even in my prime at a dub-seven
Trickle flows up to heaven when I evaporate like rain drops/
On top of rappers that can’t take the pressure
Like the weight of they own dresser/
Don’t kill the messenger
I’m half court pressing you without fully hitting you/
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