cool verses
cool verses
They used to hang us from gallows and trees
Our blood reddened the leaves
Strange fruit genocide brainwash
Know it's each other we shoot
Everything falls apart it starts from the roots
Foundation founders treated like out of towner's
remember the fire hoses, billy clubs clobbers , head pounders
C.I.A. black extinction agenda files
Willie Lynch doctrines, i don't believe in y'all spooks in the clouds
Police sicking dogs in the crowds, flesh bitten
Malcolm, Martin, John, and Bobby erased
Hate for race continues, endeavors end dudes
Praise our murders on the news, Fox tv Scrooge
The youth screwed, Fuck an obama, vote for my llama
Chaos on every corner, the devils skins black as well as pale
Earth is hell, never living well, die fighting for a cause they call unjust
Can't trust my own as well as other were not brothers
Motherfuckers , father killers, children stealer's
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
It's dome strangler flow hanging hang man dangling line wrangling
now you lettering flows thinking i'm a running sambo/
ham bone lame clam clone fam go home
your a drone like star wars attack of the clones/
you ain't got no skills i roam the land hammering nails in pails like Yale be graduating
I'm Hard up the wine vineyard now you skin cats wanting razor backs/
you don't got the tact to speak on that didn't you get the memo
so when i remember you'll be dismember like December /
cold like the winter leave you stuck like splinter
get cha volume, my malevolent be mean gasoline
crashing your team too much octane to handle nah mean/
It's the mega Ortega flow regulator so if you got the tether i got the heaters
defeat cha in scrabble when i scramble letters you get confused by the X's & O's/
checks the flows studied mine through the classrooms of KRS-ONE, Nas Esco & Wu
if you knew i can stick a dart like glue and ruin you/
never ever so retrieve your storage i come through
wit closed lines hang you blindly out side til the tape is rewinded/
oh wait cha not the nicest i guess I'll have to splice it in half
give you back the grass and smoke that ass cuz i am the lawnmower/
i'm vastly airing out cha baron straights leaving you destine to be trimmed
cut cha down on any land i'm a cannibal emcee ripping jaws like “Ripley's Believe It or Not”/
Visionary visuals i drop vitamin jewels, genocide generals subdued
Dues payed as blood pools made, wet em shampoo spades
Doctors, documentaries, and documents explained the raids
Days deserted like ghost towns, you quote clowns
Circus chambers get smoked , we broke out table pounds
Rhyme books littered with fables found, actions war bound
Store thoughts that tore towns, bridges fell, cars broke down
Round the bin , rich like the ladens, rap Alla din
Shacks turned to rubble when the dungeon master released the dragon
Badmen from badlands outlandish mantis style madmen
Hammer touch em chatting, blindfolded decapitating fag men
Born feet first, entice bitches in the weak church, my skeet birth
street leach burst from shots that hopscotch through shirts
worthless work y'all put in to retire like Dwight Good ens
shoo ken from what I'm cooking cremate you crook men
Last edited by Mantra; 10-13-2008 at 04:05 PM.
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Originally Posted by J.T.S.
I dig the first few lines.
Build
fred flintstone parleys with mountains
spit bones against targets arrayed in tenths
shrouded in the mist of myths,
displays of strength in the midst of venomous spirits
visions of symphonies,
dizzying fleets of killa beez are regimented by beats
my flesh is represented by the streets, and my breath is the breeze
I can't rest in peace while my brothers are arrested bleeding
and as such, my sessions are sheeted
the pressure of lesser heathens contesting the connection of our best teachers
there were many lessons in "Ether",
not the least was employment of essential techniques
paranoid mentally, I leave my pencil to speak
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...
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fred flintstone parleys with mountains
spit bones against targets arrayed in tenths
shrouded in the mist of myths,
displays of strength in the midst of venomous spirits
visions of symphonies,
dizzying fleets of killa beez are regimented by beats
my flesh is represented by the streets, and my breath is the breeze
I can't rest in peace while my brothers are arrested bleeding
and as such, my sessions are sheeted
the pressure of lesser heathens contesting the connection of our best teachers
there were many lessons in "Ether",
not the least was employment of essential techniques
paranoid mentally, I leave my pencil to speak[/QUOTE]
Nasty
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Forget it i'll die unforgotten plotting to put every rival on the back of a milk carton
Mind rotten these yankee doodle dandy candyland rappers are made of cotton
Got better things to spit about besides the queen i'm knocking
or the haze i'm sparking or the whip i'm parking
or the concealed ox, quick to make a devil drop like Dow jones Stock
Brick skeleton in the summer my bones hot
Another foes shot he won't rest in peace dying for my spot
Everyday i got to dig out of the dirt 6 feet cause my rhymings so deep
Stepping to me is so steep so do it discreet
Or meet your makers maker i break breakers
The caped caper masked crusader innovate creative innovative invader
You'll be hellbound like the Vikings striking this undertaker
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
It’s the tactical tragedy emceeing badly is a travesty
All hail…the best even… F’ that my flow is a threat
To cats that can’t hit a fastball for crap/
You best fall back or get recalled like Cali’s Governor
Your policy’s are property not even worth the equity you paid for it/
So when you trying to out do a den of lions
You best think for every one of us that’s gonna tear into that ASS/
We’re an “ARMY OF ONE” go get cha gun
If you wanna kill someone by “AMERICAN”/
Know we got technology far beyond your ideology/
We invisible to the mind checking your trajectory
You ain’t even mentally nasty to compete with a bastard like ME/
Technical I’m “psychologically nude”
Open mind is shroud in “DARKNESS BITCHES”/
Step back like Rza told the Wu on the tearz skit
I'm fearless to any confrontation spark em patient come near this
Mc's constantly put down like critiques of Shawn Wiggs spits
Leave em wig-less pussy ass piglets jealous of my digits
Dig it if not shit gets hot like Queensbridge blocks
fiends rat to cops and get their melons popped
top of the dome shots shotty blast cocks
You chickens tender not ready for the avenger
Career ending ninja heavy rain dropping
better break out like acne before we get it popping
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Every spectacles respectable pen check your flow
Stole crops from your harvest slow running
Old gun found in the gym bag chaos on campus
Hand tats big up who i run with savage slum kids
Running streets give a fuck if credibility isn't given
dying or living i'm dicking down women
Working out slimming their frames
hot breath of moans fog the glass panes
Stay in the fast lane bone chickens then for get their names
The plots of rushing spots ducking cops my shots to blame
look at the time on the watch fitting to stop the game
Malnourished until i came and flourished
Floor wide opening bust shots soak them hens
Whooomph there it is hoes tag team champions
attack trends like opium to lungs
Blasted guns to clavicles the ravish rude lavish dude
Spit off the statue making master moves
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Come wit the arts my sharks be swimming deep
emcees can't peep what i see past the gurney/
i think you need a doctor cuz you cannot flow or proctor an exam
whenever I'm in a cipher i edge cha out like a Dodge Viper/
rewrite cha lines so they don't strike me
they hit cha ten times when the mercury gets into you/
i'm hotter when i raise my temp like magma
rappers get melted down so sick they plasma the only thing that is seen/
if you mean your nice you couldn't hold your weight in rice
i think your more of a farce than Kimbo Slice/
think twice before you write i dot my rhymes
and still you won't find a slot at any given time/
any given rhymes mines be a maze that cha couldn't make your way out of
i slouch wit da heat and leave you dirted by the dust i just swept up/
just don't forget the signature i sign be the way i rhyme
to grave nothing less than a a hundred and ten percent/
Brainwash the fame big name then shots hit
You drop twitch soul from body like thread from stitch
heaven n' hell mix can't cloud my fire spits
Admire this take me granted grant your wish
Gun a snitch mouth first barrel blown
Die alone wandering ghosts never make it home
Your name u have to make it known shit on all zones
snatch the cells for getting out of hand
Stretch fam outlanders expand
bang a lady like babies bang pots, and pans
Highlight the stats gats rock em like fitted caps
Mc's slapped blood off the wall raps
Naps dread lock time on the Fed clock
Heavy rivals put to sleep right hook followed by a headlock
When the wars on no stone is left unturned
Home invaded to deadly dialect i'm dedicated
Don't have to smoke el's to get elevated
Fragile thinking is broken down to mere cells
Damaged from a dimension in a jaded space
a simple thought can define amazing grace
Why you searching for the truth when it's in your face?
Stuck in the home of the freebase
Get smoke industry weak race
Building in a deep place the trails u can't trace
Subjects subjective swine merchants drooling at the sight of the best pig
Iron press wigs bury the mc in the wilderness
Last edited by Mantra; 11-06-2008 at 01:56 PM.
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Stepped out for a while cuz I wanted to go play
Wanna be known for what I do and not what I say
But what I say goes and it's runnin' so come catch it
You will fail but if you still want a shot, come try to match it
I'm kickin it on the playground, I'm doin' my thing
You hatin', waitin' for me to jump off and give up my swing
So I'ma let you have it, even give you a push
Makin shit fall out yo pockets and I'm stealin yo kush
I don't smoke but I'ma sell it, get my mom somethin nice
It behooves you not to play me, keep that bullshit on ice
You wanna race? We can go and you can get a head start
What you scared lil' nigga? Where the fuck is yo heart?
You wanna try to reach my level be prepared for the drop
Cuz I'ma kick you in the face, that's if you get to the top
I'm the queen of the jungle gym, the realest to ride
You wanna play wit the meanest genius bring that ass outside
Don't matter what city you from mc's on the run from the grittiest one
Could inherit my style if you had my tongue i'm schooling the young
That are hot on the block thinking theyr'e cool with their gun
Knowing the only time they bust off is when they cum
making money off selling crumbs telling then their done
Released to be deceased by knuckleheads that find killing fun
Can't tell you about a book but they know bars and hooks
Little girls virginities took by older dudes with the babyface look
Too scared to tell mom or dad because theyr'e shook
So they get abortions or the state takes the babe as an orphan
So much fire in her heart i can feel the flames scorching
sisters on call sex girls making fortunes
So many lost in this material glamour
She grabbed the hammer and proceeded to pull the trigger in a untimely manner
pronounced dead on the scence at 16 Nicole Stana from Atlanta
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Nice drop beautiful B
Last edited by Mantra; 11-06-2008 at 05:34 PM.
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
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