Peace tek and everyone bombing in here!
Body twitching as the bullets target my frame..
white Wu shirt bloodstained..Going in shock from the pain..
Soon to blackout and exit life's plains..
Seeing light amongst the darkness..
Memories i reflect on unconcious..
i didn't want this to happen..
First we were scrapping..then the kid started clapping..
That's what i get for acting up..
Blood i'm throwing up..
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Back in the spot-rusher, mass appeal fan, and mc crusher..
Fun-crusher plus, my company flow fatal like a caliber shot brain buster..
Gut ya like Cappa's line on Winter Warz, haterz dead em like dinosaurs..
we can compare wifeys, labs, and anything else to settle the score..
calm cat for sure, don't get twisted, i'm a hammer holder like Thor..
When i'm done bonning out, better believe the power-u's sore..
Or ripped out of place, invade my space, heat ignites outta waist..
It matches my pant size 38, to squash beef i won't hesitate..
One of us won't need a wake, some die over mis-takes..
Brothers and sisters come in different colors, ya own making u prey..
Defend myself like a mantis, if i'm in the can, or on the canvas..
Feds shook of this rap shit, big brother understands us..
That's why he kill us off, i'm from a tribe that's lost..
A maurader moving only at mid-night, giving the feds a holocaust..
and every traitors dying, bodies pressured from the iron..
Got rivals on the run like Forest, no saving you like Private Ryan..
Last edited by Mantra; 09-06-2007 at 02:09 PM.
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
YOU KILLIN' E'M JTS MAN BUT HERES MY CONTINUATION TO YA VERSEOriginally Posted by J.T.S.
CHECK IT.............
I came from the spot that rushed
Hold cha face up to the mirror like JA rule
Fuck these fake emcees that all talk about “I Got Money”/
When they’re bright as the sunny side up
When these niggaz get cold in this cold world they blush/
Hold they flow in and think they’re number #1 like Nelly versus KRS One/
When they sinking thinking they still got sexy ladies
All in debt we can flow on the block or in the studio or the sweat shop/
I chop beats wit my flows that don’t even need to be repeated
I defeat cha then delete cha how about cha read cha rhymes
And I’ll let you decide which gamble you wanna take/
I’m like The Borg I don’t break I assimilate knowledge like college
Enforce my wreckages text messaging my verses to be typed n written/
How much weed cha hitting if you ain’t even already chipped in
I’m spitting a billion words a minute wit more to come sooner than later/
I crush these flows and make these haters go extinct like the dinosaurs
So if you don’t wanna be raw or taken seriously then you can get the Jones/
My flows rattle ya bones down to the electrical currency
You body is producing to encourage ya very movements/
Once I’m inside cha inner space like Martin Short
You better abort cha plan or you’ll be lying on the ground/
Grounded and found dead wit cha ice left broken
And shattered showing that hip hop never mattered to a Stan like you/
As people like me are Mass Appeal, Step in the Arena type of emcees
So ask yourself if you still want wit us right where you stand/
I came from the spot that rushed
Hold cha face up to the mirror like JA rule
Fuck these fake emcees that all talk about “I Got Money”/
When they’re bright as the sunny side up
When these niggaz get cold in this cold world they blush/
Hold they flow in and think they’re number #1 like Nelly versus KRS One/
When they sinking thinking they still got sexy ladies
All in debt we can flow on the block or in the studio or the sweat shop/
I chop beats wit my flows that don’t even need to be repeated
I defeat cha then delete cha how about cha read cha rhymes
And I’ll let you decide which gamble you wanna take/
I’m like The Borg I don’t break I assimilate knowledge like college
Enforce my wreckages text messaging my verses to be typed n written/
How much weed cha hitting if you ain’t even already chipped in
I’m spitting a billion words a minute wit more to come sooner than later/
I crush these flows and make these haters go extinct like the dinosaurs
So if you don’t wanna be raw or taken seriously then you can get the Jones/
My flows rattle ya bones down to the electrical currency
You body is producing to encourage ya very movements/
Once I’m inside cha inner space like Martin Short
You better abort cha plan or you’ll be lying on the ground/
Grounded and found dead wit cha ice left broken
And shattered showing that hip hop never mattered to a Stan like you/
As people like me are Mass Appeal, Step in the Arena type of emcees
So ask yourself if you still want wit us right where you stand/[/quote]
That was nice yo!
Expand my tactic, panda bear fur on the coat, my quotes rachets/
Spread wings flap spits, opposition hit wit skin eating acid drips/
Grey goose sips, compliments the good life pimp, kids copy the limp/
Walk the righteous road, the negative energy's towed by my console/
Makaveli flow, that Ghost ripped from the cross shit, anti-Hov/
Humping hoes posing as Queens in Erykah Badu clothes/
Ol' mack shooting cee-low, got Goddies for the mob wit genuiwine folds/
Chole-hold like the pigs on Radio Raheem, came up a fight the power teen/
Collage king, emcee's bring the blind darts, and get harped on da scene/
I'm seldom seen slippin', even when walking on ice, blaze wit Christ/
Last night did a bizzare heist, didn't wanna do it/
but my pockets held the price, fast life got me writing my will/
Lifting anvils, ice snatching rapper, that's why my hands chill/
Last edited by Mantra; 09-10-2007 at 12:50 PM.
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
best thread on this site yet. much respect kid!
Short n to tha point that a be kickin, just like when a waz lickin ya sisters button/
She was screamin and cummin like tha ocean waves crashin on tha rocks under ma cock
which she waz rubbin while she be gaspin for air, cuz a be givin her some rare pussy care
which aint fair cuz she be nice with her legs in tha fuckin air but like a said yo its rare for this girl cuz she aint neva had it like this before, like a night mare but the pare o tittys be jumpin like jack frost, keepin tha funk on her pussy wi ma mutha fuckin cock
she loves it yo, she wants it yo, she got it yo. Ahh fuck it she a hoe.
Just thought a would join in to this thread. yo thanks to tha kid who started this thread.
it waz clever and very well much respect!
peace
Its all in you kid
That was nice yo!
Expand my tactic, panda bear fur on the coat, my quotes rachets/
Spread wings flap spits, opposition hit wit skin eating acid drips/
Grey goose sips, compliments the good life pimp, kids copy the limp/
Walk the righteous road, the negative energy's towed by my console/
Makaveli flow, that Ghost ripped from the cross shit, anti-Hov/
Humping hoes posing as Queens in Erykah Badu clothes/
Ol' mack shooting cee-low, got Goddies for the mob wit genuiwine folds/
Chole-hold like the pigs on Radio Raheem, came up a fight the power teen/
Collage king, emcee's bring the blind darts, and get harped on da scene/
I'm seldom seen slippin', even when walking on ice, blaze wit Christ/
Last night did a bizzare heist, didn't wanna do it/
but my pockets held the price, fast life got me writing my will/
Lifting anvils, ice snatching rapper, that's why my hands chill/
You don’t got no swagger
To badger a real lyricist to even be considered the best damn period/
I don’t rest easy I spit it greasy holler back if you hear me
Standing still like the statue of liberty so you picture me rolling/
But I ain’t gangster, I ain’t even what you would call a wanksta
I’m lyrical hologram bringing more knowledge than a massacre/
Drastically you’re past tense like the end of each sentence
So when I etch the flow in stone you’ll sketch the mold/
Don’t become real unprofessional
Just because you ain’t gonna hit the threshold/
God cracked the mold when he made me
I’ve been dedicated to hip hop since my own inception/
Conception intercepting passes from the likes of Payton Manning
Now I’m standing tall breaking tackles
Wit flows that’s unlocked like shackles/
Now when my voice crackles I drink agua lyrically yall soda pop
You just sizzle for a bit and then flop it don’t even rock/
Aye Yo DJ let that beat drop so when the needle hit
I come wit a flow that’s fully equipped like a F-16 fighter jet/
Whether I’m right or next you better protect cha neck
Cuz I’m fixing to disconnect ya signal like NYNEX/
Last edited by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS; 09-12-2007 at 03:39 PM.
Yo thanks for the love A it means alot peace.
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Steady bombing....so if ya'll want retrospect for life listen to Common
Savage sharp-shooters ..i'm stong arming.. my lady like Electra looking like Carmen..
Snap the bones in ya arm men..ur charmen soft shitty raps aren't charming..
Fallen from stallin'....shot-up..and crawling..
Squad in the hall...hauling bodies in trashbags..the time morning...
The treachery i was enjoying.. giving Scotty tissue.. to ya fam mourning..
Storm-in..doors..kick em in like Swat..wit firearms drawing..
Seeds born-in..crazy times.. so abortions happen half the time..
When ya peeps ask why your not walking..tell em if was J.T.S. that snapped ya spine out of line..
Last edited by Mantra; 09-15-2007 at 11:30 AM.
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Yo JTS niceness man, everybody is killing this thread this thread almost rivals the shadowboxing dojo threaads peace too everyone killing it in here
Don’t piss on me I ain’t David Chappelle
I ain’t R. Kelly I’m lyrically Celly Cell/
Bringing you all to my hell where I dwell
So fuck it if you failed one of my classes/
I’m the bastard lyricist that cha all hated on like I ain’t the best
Didn’t even wanna take me serious like Kanye West/
Now I had to persist and keep spitting those legit lyrics
Coming correct on every track making it more spectacular than the last/
I’m trying to go from the forums to the decorum’s
Now that’s horrid coming from a place where emcees are the nicest/
Even in the situation I am in we’re still in a Gangster Love’s Crisis
How righteous is that despite cha dislikes I still got more drama/
I went to ask for advice I had various choices make a phone call
To the nearest talk show (nope), do some drugs and soak in my own pain/
Nope so I went to the family gave me a handy me down laundry list
Spit my wig gave the gist of what I was going through/
Mama had to ramble on; pops was steady consistent wit the knowledge
So I dug through my favorite records and began researching/
Once I returned to the booth I began to write the truth
Viewed it as I had the engineer rewind the tape and
It played back like memories constructed on a DVD/
Don’t piss on me I ain’t David Chappelle
I ain’t R. Kelly I’m lyrically Celly Cell/
Bringing you all to my hell where I dwell
So fuck it if you failed one of my classes/
I’m the bastard lyricist that cha all hated on like I ain’t the best
Didn’t even wanna take me serious like Kanye West/
Now I had to persist and keep spitting those legit lyrics
Coming correct on every track making it more spectacular than the last/
I’m trying to go from the forums to the decorum’s
Now that’s horrid coming from a place where emcees are the nicest/
Even in the situation I am in we’re still in a Gangster Love’s Crisis
How righteous is that despite cha dislikes I still got more drama/
I went to ask for advice I had various choices make a phone call
To the nearest talk show (nope), do some drugs and soak in my own pain/
Nope so I went to the family gave me a handy me down laundry list
Spit my wig gave the gist of what I was going through/
Mama had to ramble on; pops was steady consistent wit the knowledge
So I dug through my favorite records and began researching/
Once I returned to the booth I began to write the truth
Viewed it as I had the engineer rewind the tape and
It played back like memories constructed on a DVD/[/QUOTE]
Orchestrated chops..blood symphony shots..Louis took my logic..
Naive native king..pulling strings melodic..
Mental planes chartered..by society regarded as outkasts..
My wrath lasts til babylon burn..to my firm blunts i pass..
No job slob..stacking stacks.. of tax-free cash..
Feds itching to scratch me like a rash..
Black trash...alcoholic like Tash..
Haters can kiss my ass after i pass gas..
Global trash spreading fast..the authors are sub-dued..
Super-nova tunes penned.. in a interragation room..
Super-sonic boom... goodtimes of the j.j. dynamite..
ladies on my wood like termites..
My eternal spits tight like 10 year dikes..
Last edited by Mantra; 09-15-2007 at 07:15 PM.
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
I wreck havoc on you fatally flawed emcees
Wit no desire to help you I just see I in everything/
Now I’m winning just like 50 Cent but I got my shit in cement
Ink in my pen sooner or later I’ll end it quick and painless/
Lyrically it’s shameless to steady a path direct to me
After the math comes the laughter then comes the tears/
Don’t plagiarize my lines I got viruses of all kind
No software will protect cha against my kind of hardware/
Whether you’re scientifically inclined I’m a mine of diamonds and gold
So don’t try and grow me in ya average seeds I feed off needs/
Read my palms you’ll see my arms barring all
It’s nothing but an after thought come at me you’ll get caught/
You ain’t peeping my signs like Belichick on the sidelines
I keep mine shut until its prime time, show time, go time/
I grow mines in my mind cultivate my rhymes like plants in a pot
Wait until its mature then plunk it for distribution/
Lyrically I’m refusing you like life after death
I don’t do double discs cuz it’s just too big/
Until the end of time, I’m on my grind like a solider
Whether I’m stone cold or you consider me sober/
I’m the Freddy Kruger of you losers so fuck you too
I was viewed as a serial killer…………../
But when I kill in cereal is that still considered murder or
Just too much material to stiff through/
My novels are graphic got other writers blocked stuck in traffic..
Take Angelina from Brad quick, ladies love me fuck Mr. Smith..
Got more scripts than Cali got crips, and devil slave masters had whips..
Step back before i flip.. bust ya lips..on some poolballs swinging in a sock shit..
Karate chop cliques..watch their nerves freeze..paralize em like C. reeves..
Emcee's move in the wind.. i call em' sea breeze..they winan like CeCe..
Off the wall grimey flow..so low.. i catch wreck solo..
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Flip them widgets I want them digits
Skip the digital give me that mass appeal analog/
Lyrical arsenal spark ya articles write cha bars
Showing e’m I can still get nautical wit my nature/
Evade cha like the military regime call me a military machine
How’s cha wisdom when you ain’t gain no attention/
Even if I’ve been apprehended
My lyrics will never stop being penned/
Before I die and go to heaven, to see my ending
I want my lyrics to become my weapon of mass destruction/
I’m uplifted and gifted when I’m gear shifting
Spit it wicked cuz I’m sick wit it/
Hold cha horses, put cha tracks on pauses
When ya hear me spit run to the store and get my shit/
Now you got Tech grinding spit out cha spine and
When ya hear ya body tingling migrate to the box
And pump up the volume/
Hear the crowd howling n wolfing
Now we scraping ready to feast/
I’m the under thirty gunner
Hold the weight solider
Flow wit cha brothers/
Leave you wanna be’s running for cover
When thunder and lighting coming for ya/
Her heritage was a village for the starving kids..
She labeled me a shogun trapped in showbiz..
then i was living single wit no wiz..
1 bedroom apartment wit no fridge..
We used to split 20 dollar bills down the middle..
Music was my love, a thug puzzled by the riddle..
Would kick flows since i was little..
But for a while the streets got 2 me..
Carrying an semi- auto, in the lab writing my auto-biography..
Far from me she stayed, by the gangsters she was praised..
Hood raised, wild child type..churches couldn't save..
Purse phat from drug-plays..Baby phat tights exposing her waist..
What a waste trying to hollar.. her motto was chasing dollars..
materialistic statistic..only clothes she wore Gucci, and Prada..
Devil got her in a blue dress..know she's an enemy of the dark-man..
A new world order slave, enslaved to degrade herself at any given chance..
Last edited by Mantra; 09-23-2007 at 03:13 PM.
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Give ya gimmicks, make ya shimmy, shimmy ya
My flow got ya woo hah…..gotcha all in check
When I bust a rhyme like I’m an old dirty bastard/
What the fuck ya gonna do when I break ya neck
Giving you lines galore showing you the deplore of the lord of the warlords/
Hold cha card, face down my flow is jumping jack flash
Coming more compact than a mini disc, can you spit wit this/
Hit cha harder than a belt sander
When I put a camera on ya/
My flow stomps throw ya town
Blow all you emcees down like straw houses/
While mines is placed on the mountain
I’m running the game like Terrell Owens
So I suggest you just take a time out/
Now ya knowing, how I am going
So don’t go showing off like you ain’t knowing/
When I’m blowing flows like hurricanes
It’s just a damn shame it’s all in the game/
When I write writs in the game take more names on
It’s game on like PS3 and XBOX 360
Ask ya self can you rip wit me/
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