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    degrees grim to sever your lead level your head
    got game dungeons, and dragons pitts of the dead
    rip then i fled possessed by lesson obsession
    sculptures sculpted from scalps hideout in the alpes
    emcee's are alpo dry tobacco i crack flows in half
    fire while you flash dance on them then dash
    the bomb blast a high number of deaths
    watch steps as we contend protect your kneck
    we fresh as we produce flow roots raised to the roof
    we coach and roast frighten most like the sight of ghosts
    goblin with a rose push the stem through your nose
    comments for cops to decode my niggas speak in codes



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    old gold discovered uncover my future scroll...future flow
    as i tip toe through the windows of your soul
    your eyes behold and glow
    tryin' to analyze the energy in me i compress
    the spirit i possess is infinite in its exhibit...it's God blessed.
    Evolved from a beast to a Descartes' piece
    I Think Therefore I Am
    what i release internally reflects light for all to feast
    meet the sweet chief inhaler that keeps peace
    wherever my feet sweep and rest
    so when my physical is deceased
    the residiual won't haunt the streets
    stress livin' if you want till you deplete
    but i'ma keep givin' into the rhythm of my unique heartbeat
    i must profess the intuition of my composition is unleashed
    once thoughts get sparked like my skeet in the flesh
    i unsuppress caress minds i'm divine when i rhyme
    over time fuedal clans with find my sublime rhetoric esoteric
    those who neglect it will perish
    while others who respect it are cherished
    and became ecletics of my many methods
    accept it as a will
    the source of my force is strong and appeals
    to real architects that perfect the art to destroy and rebuild
    the cosmos is mostly recycled material concealed
    in depths instilled in one's breath
    enlightenment is the only way to break the seal
    and reveal the hidden skill to fullfill
    images imagined beyond the subconscious
    the Universal mind encompasses All
    so my words fall stand tall as if none can top this
    some may call this obnoxious
    but as a continuum of any One none can stop this....
    "Fuck fame... I'll shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim." - Masta Killah (One Blood)

    "Kiss the pyramid...experiment wit high explosives. I slap box wit Jesus....lick shots at Joseph." - GFK (Daytona 500)

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    tryin' to analyze the energy in me i compress
    the spirit i possess is infinite in its exhibit...it's God blessed


    so when my physical is deceased
    the residiual won't haunt the streets
    stress livin' if you want till you deplete
    but i'ma keep givin' into the rhythm of my unique heartbeat
    i must profess the intuition of my composition is unleashed


    these lines were dopeness..



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    daunting on the rush half these fucks too tender to bust
    Blender you ducks bodies are properly chopped in the cut
    in the spot writing the bombs that'll blow em up
    eventually he won't crash your party for a fee
    so pay up or lay up in i.c.u. with injuries
    empty on emcee's with a full clip steez
    the speeds super-sonic from a hit of chronic
    spit acid while you bastards tripping on it



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    Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
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    thx for the luv...

    predominant omnipresence with enough confidence to rock diamonds
    in any hostile climate bombin' like islamics droppin' like colonics
    these cats be rhyming platonic i be grindin' all up on it
    snowball roll avalanche flow cold like an eskimoe toe
    exhale sleet that's compete in any BC meet
    gold medal luge potential to crush ya credential
    existential be my mental so i spit environmental
    subliminal criminal flee with ya time and ya mind while i climb monumental
    MosHigh be the design til i resign as emcee presidential
    "Fuck fame... I'll shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim." - Masta Killah (One Blood)

    "Kiss the pyramid...experiment wit high explosives. I slap box wit Jesus....lick shots at Joseph." - GFK (Daytona 500)

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    in the streets i'm geek carnal knowledge of green leaf and grape sweets
    hard or soft i'm hands off let teens had me the cream and clap ya regime
    with knuckleheadz i can't be seen stay clean politic any crime scene
    my prime team remain serene cuz talk don't walk we bite the bullet
    fear we rule it knock socks off like a mule kick if wanna let yo tool click
    speak unique adjust weak thugs aim suidcide thoughts flood they brain
    fuckin with me is insane in any hood i'm the same
    lo control direct the set silent threat best secret kept most slept
    i know cats that sit and watch while you take a weed nap drunk vomit in ya lap
    i'm a Don like Cap but enough of the Kool G Rap let my get back on topic...
    eyes glow in shadows my renegade brigade ya can't stop it
    baracade yo foxhole after i let go of the grenade and drop it
    Raw is War and i got more stuffed right in my pocket
    but i know your head's sore from my mature content that got ya bent
    eyes bulgiing out they socket....
    "Fuck fame... I'll shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim." - Masta Killah (One Blood)

    "Kiss the pyramid...experiment wit high explosives. I slap box wit Jesus....lick shots at Joseph." - GFK (Daytona 500)

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    cryptic once scripted spliff lit magnum in jeans
    defense blown by any means for major cream
    eyes ignite laser beams target those who scheme
    heart was never sweet abandon your flock or get shot in the cock
    islamic cosmic concepts got it locked merciless with glocks
    head of the class spreading the math so much bread from the ave feds got gassed
    crash dummies smashed style Shaft see the fro face the wrath
    endorse the real high skilled commander on the hill
    expect a hectic shot before you exit rock in your grill
    flew from a sling concious king that'll lay em in the ring
    rip out your nose ring plus earring damage your hearing
    the frantic catch feelings and get thrown off buildings
    for shady dealings one love to comrades weapon conceiling



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    Hell razah

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    lyrical christ my congregation shoot on sight
    whores curse em like Kennedy's right
    so when three die i conceive light
    villian life abandoned for the righteous plight
    hot to trot the gallaxcy i got without a fight
    night rider tapping dimes like type writers
    every book of rhymes fire with the strength of water
    at the top of the pecking order another game over dominated every quarter
    metaphores ordered in the rap diner sell em one-liners
    old school like the old timers 88 shiner
    from the shelling you done when i get behind thee with a elephant gun
    owned by the son my fatherless style destructive to drums



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

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    let me jump back in on this....


    It's the optimal rocking knocking out flows
    without the subliminal while you get down to the minimal level/
    disembowelment evidence eminent luminescent ending sentences
    relentless bitch spit a spark can't even start up your car/
    I'm cold as a cafe, hot as a sunny day in Mexico
    you ain't directing yo; your scenes are flat as sub machines/
    regime pristine expose fiends in flares green screens seen schemes
    dream up scenes graphically sick as a horror film/
    I am Hostel Too as SAW 1 thru 6 check them flicks
    fickle as chad hangs those too bad the holes didn't punch through/
    get cha view get spewed mines never gets skewed subdued rude as rick
    rule over tracks tackling packs drinking Old E to Corona I thought I told cha/
    your bud is lighter than mines I don't drink lime I'm sublime twisted mental got metal
    I'll twist flows up in a nutshell and crack speaks by the way I'm speaking/
    slice up the track with rubber gloves and meat cleavers
    leave it to The Sheep 2 carve up them beavers/

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    yeeeaaahhh...i feelin' this thread.


    wind chimes ching when I do my thing
    ya pa right thru ya mind i blow like a sling
    sure shot i tic toc
    take my time with this hip hop
    drip drop on ya temple
    have ya head cocked
    trying to figure out the angle of my simple
    way i recline and let my words trickle
    down the center of ya spine
    well aligned
    what i design space climb
    to me this is more then just a rhyme
    transcendental breathing got me focus on these heathens
    who doubted the God and all his creations
    thoughts bark like a pit in junkyard lot
    what i got shock the united nations
    bring new life to the trife
    and my pic ya girl kiss and try to wife
    i'm tired of telling y'all that i'm nice
    throw the rice
    the game ain't the same
    every since i came
    squirt in the dirt
    in the flesh i remain
    in the sky i fly high
    astroids i avoid
    when i make space and time combine
    warp and controt for sport
    go ahead and snort
    but don't od Bee cuz ya brain will rot
    trying to consume all i got....
    Last edited by MosHigh; 03-22-2010 at 11:43 AM.
    "Fuck fame... I'll shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim." - Masta Killah (One Blood)

    "Kiss the pyramid...experiment wit high explosives. I slap box wit Jesus....lick shots at Joseph." - GFK (Daytona 500)

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    you cherry topped teams get cool whipped when the tool spit
    kick-back head concussions we crush em with
    iron lines the time docked smash em with pad-locks
    on bad blocks i can't be stopped with a whop
    he stops then stomps chumps with quarter in socks
    grab your watch you sleep in shock
    i'm higher than harvard tuition twitching
    bust your shit good grief for a fixing
    mash out outer mixing vick a vixen
    split chin stabbed with pens don't pitch listen
    sandman on shores handling whores
    they floored lured in the dungeon humming
    i'm water running breaking stunning keep it coming
    punting your strike a season of sonning is nothing
    so act grumpy heads will be whipped pa looks lumpy
    some see the future so inspiring when i appear firing
    put on my fire ring the hit happened as the fat lady sings
    intrusive to your usage cold clutch the dutch
    blowed up your stuff bodies no longer looking buff
    crept in your hide for spare change sponsor your bluff
    Last edited by Mantra; 03-22-2010 at 11:55 AM.



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    Quote Originally Posted by J.T.S. View Post
    you cherry topped teams get cool whipped when the tool spit
    kick-back head concussions we crush em with
    iron lines the time docked smash em with pad-locks


    some see the future so inspiring when i appear firing
    put on my fire ring the hit happened as the fat lady sings
    intrusive to your usage cold clutch the dutch
    blowed up your stuff bodies no longer looking buff
    crept in your hide for spare change sponsor your bluff
    niiiice darts
    "Fuck fame... I'll shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim." - Masta Killah (One Blood)

    "Kiss the pyramid...experiment wit high explosives. I slap box wit Jesus....lick shots at Joseph." - GFK (Daytona 500)

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    my plan is to round up emcees like cattle into battles
    practice my skill like Goku but know dudes
    i strike and don't rattle
    fragile styles get chewed up and spit into piles
    hard hats are left punctured and dented
    my darts are wild and can't be prevented
    invented in and out of context
    electrons hop on and conduct the flex
    the efflux is too rough and may perplex
    the average can't keep up with the surplus i possess
    ya cerebal cortex i mesh
    melt ya flesh like a heater
    make that place behind ya face a believer
    show you that you're just occupied space with a current flow
    that can be read on any volt meter
    i blend in with the ether
    but still my feature can be felt by my electro-magnetic glow
    the reflection you cherish
    is just an depection bitch you ain't the fairest
    in the land or the nicest with the rhymes you command
    i got lines like grains of sand
    galaxies observed only number a fraction of the subatomic actions
    that occur...acknowledge the word
    can't be disturbed your enthusiam i curb
    ya home box office can't contain my offense
    positive charge go hard maintain thru you and ya accompliance....
    "Fuck fame... I'll shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim." - Masta Killah (One Blood)

    "Kiss the pyramid...experiment wit high explosives. I slap box wit Jesus....lick shots at Joseph." - GFK (Daytona 500)

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    show you that you're just occupied space with a current flow
    that can be read on any volt meter
    i blend in with the ether
    but still my feature can be felt by my electro-magnetic glow


    nice darts from you fam!!



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    Hell razah

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    when verses are formed heases are drawn into the dawn
    keep it calm tap my arm your crews in vietnam
    weeded with a bong afterwards slay a blonde
    sugarwalls drippin' honey folded shorty like money
    feelings aside lay her with pride until i vibrate her thigs
    poke her face potential seeds sprayed all over her north face
    sick in the dome split your shit with a comb
    snap your chicken bones bitch get gone



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

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