we form formation any instigation and your in hell with satan
for debating track explosions that left the studio shaking
til' it was rubble and smoke i know struggle and despair like a haitian
come through and don't pay due it's a sticky situation
My fists are waiting to silence ya'll with combination
get out my conversation your half-nice
get your cash right and i'll sell you some lines i wrote last night
on the swarm like black knights the last christ
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Checking the doors got enough weapons for war
decorate my walls with they heads and tusks from wild boars
style too crazy for a straight jacket for sure
your lured to a set-up execution by a lyrical firing squad
that shit was fucking hard!
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i shake the streets break the beasts cases deep hands hit like whips
might pimp your bitch on craig-list who living can fade this?
different from whomever running your leather and cheddar
real spitting lock it down like convicts in state prisons
alot of niggas will never prosper with hate in em
their ending is spending time in the devil's army
we murder romeo's this ain't Steve harvey
show improve or get the bruise i got nothing to lose
stomping biters in my tennis shoes a menace rude
so go on conclude with the interlude
when i strike back you spitting up all your food
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
It's 100 degrees outside, spit 90 degrees of angle with the flow
that hangs emcees and mangles rappers
tortures trappers with tasers and fly zappers/
sick when I map out a dart re-construct
screwing and chopping up flows on Acid Pro/
spit dro flip domes open lungs and watch poems destroy e'm/
trying to test this diamond sharp rhymer
watch them try n duplicate the flow/
you ain't double dribbling old school riddling
now you skit blasting thinking you ripping sucking as usual/
come with visuals get cha mental boosted or roasted
zygotic rhyme embryonic now come after that,
you can't weak vocab get cha vocally jabbed/
punch in samples get cha bars broken and trampled
technically oppose to your opposition thinking ur missiles are mislabeled/
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ill comb the statesphere 'n jam the satalites
erode the banks of ancient battle sites
attract the mic like moths approchin candle lights
froze ya flows like fossilized stromatalites
ya caught by rattler strikes as viper fangs inject
you try to handle mines you'll face regret
placed in check, you'll dread the fuckin day we met
ill cave ya chest 'n claim the main event
swoll like magma chambers, angers actin up
ill blast the hanger, crack the crust
ya slain as major puffs of dangerous gas erupts
you'll never pass me up, my flows collassal
full throttle, break your nose with broken bottles
shattered posers, broke the models
see my toaster's smokin nozzle?
busting the lenses of cameras we activate actions of slander
to slide though check-points and pop the commander
rolling thicker than flocks of dimes mind your manners
weapons are bagged heaters to hardwear hammers
study ya stamina another obstacle completed
dialect deleted another war heated with heat
pays the cost to be the boss u either react or retreat
tackle ya fleet king-pins ice-picked in the cheeks
faces numb the place i'm from cops take ya guns
run ya one's break your son's the heartless one
were over the others under the covers
so while they keep it street i keep it gutter
brothers killing brothers choosing war over peace
my rap tantrum won't cease till i'm deceased
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Spit time grind liner fire finder side winder mike lighter
didn't cha see the type writer cipher 80's RPG going on/
flow fro now your frowning taken down
breaking down making it now never faking it how/
breaking it bows broke choked off the oxyzen
rocking lids you're a new era I'm starter fitted cap/
so don't wrap them bats up if you ain't gonna swing
when the bell rings it's on deafing sounds will drown out cha senses/
i'm the mentalist spit at the pincale give you a riddle
then you trying to diddle thinking twiddling thumbs will get cha the belt yo/
while I'm Final Fantasy your just masculinity subdued with nothing used
your just a thought that hasn't been developed beyond his teens/
scripture relay poetic professor from the pj's your stabilized in the stables
tied up with the horses torched with torches you and your dj choked with cables
label me a fortress fighter warp this fire my sight vast like aire we chastise liars
bask in the sun women swarm for vitamen d while sires flee wired
any attorney he's higher than broads broadcast the fire sent
immune to rope pull the dope in this narcotic enviornment
make you study bloody your class over this time i win
higher blends stipulated through strips were warring times ten
double the dutch gutting joker knocked out the box bluffing
what i discuss disgusting the flow rushing wind gushing
no pity fuck Diddy we'll puff em face in the toilet time for flushing
remnants collected war zone closed and inspected by respected rap detectives
sheepish dig in them with the deepness parade of blades water zenith
buckle your belt jump in the stealth bombing lands fiends like river phoenix
hit the waters see sick when angry break a brick and mean it
abstract raps tightened my ab's farted shattered the cab
grab a bag and vanish niggas famished with a pork sandwich
you man's hit by monitiors expanded the bandwith
more green than Mitch choking lady waiters with big tips
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
no spades for spare ladies get down with a mouth full of hair
bang em in a lavish lair air smokey like the bear
we keep four's for beast wars slap a wine whore
d.d.t. the store owner on the coliseum floor
shoes off before i dance he ditched the ambulance
hitting protestors up like the president of Iran
orders first before the blood squirts pass the work
blast your earth go to war with a young turk
you turkey half foul my gadgets lay em out
path destruction smash ya pumpkin for pumping(blaow)
my street oath to beat bred owners for a loaf
life over from a dose we hand out needles to the coast
go ahead and gamble till' your broke
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
nastyness broOriginally Posted by J.T.S.
SkamPoe at instagram @kinghippoe
FOLLOW!!
touch go I push foes off the ledge my measure is distant relatives buried treasure
Ebay you emcees, auction off your books just for a finders fee, do you read me/
I can see through your illusions clearly bear with the style stance
one glance do the Medusa dance you ain't nice you your just a hot ball of cheap rice/
watch me write marathon tracks sprinkling in sprint meets in between verses
rehearse youe verses before you end up in hurses when I distrubute curses/
i'm the MVC2 while your just the beta watch me weigh in on it
your no “Evil Genius” your just not the cleanest emcee/
catch cha with a wake up rising upper cut dust you mutts off
I got 3 attacks the 1st one it's assult and battery
the 2nd is “Metsu shoryuken”, and 3rd i'd just finish ya/
so if you want me to polish my fist off spit cha clips
i'll eclispes that bitch with a “DEMON” before you get it off/
electricution in fluids, shocking dudes in this sewage
til the wattage is popping fuses, stopping usage
ya moves is useless against me, i move in bentleys
kid my mood is on empty, dont tempt me, really
knives'll slice you thru your left achieles
dice you like a chef at Chili's millis'll chop ya
youd hav better chances of killing blanka
frozen in this chilling opera, chiseling on ya
ice shavings from my ingravings, times is changing
lives is aging designs in the mayan paintings
refined in the praisings of devine idols
i aint wastin time divin in bibles, im sightin rifles
between the eyes of my rivals its final
we rip rude got dudes on the run from us like aggressive pit-bulls
used to skip school rather be hustling on the block with a clip full
that was then know i v'e grown like seeds around my home
homo-thugs get layed down with a dum-dum to the dome
lights out as he unsuccessfully fought to keep em on
wicked like witchraft go to war with which staff
run that or prepare for cabbage patch if you flee or fire back
you acting like a wired rat can't escape both tires flat
cause my style horrid to bitches like the face of Craig Mack
i'm the threat to nature my buisness is to annihilate cha'
while i'm couting green he rests beneath the acres
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
grave yarded bargin marginal criminals given crittical time
tension mention entrances begun limited language sentences/
apprenticeship mention grips by pine combs grenades
aim high shoot low break your nose like phinx/
your loose like links in a chain open game
taken away shaken berated by ships given/
driven away taken a break took down the mantle
came down from the throne blew out all the candles/
gripped pens when I had to use them as darts
a caption always got me “think smarter not harder”/
father author poor ripper spit quicker than a burn notice travels
gavel the grapple watch cats bight the apple you ain't nice as napels/
apes grueling well shapeful tanks get death by a throwing knife
rifling eifle towering bind power by climbing the heights/
can you handle the lines get cha mind written down in journels
titled them books like joeb, david while even edit cha own verison/
cancerous mentality get cha rattle by snakes jakes breka fakes
in intergation rooms where all the doom
and gloom is gasses being pumped in replaced for oxygen/
more blessings to count plus counter-attacks for the stacks
digits flip like lizards prepare for a blizzard from the wizard of rap
leave you pestered and trapped for coming with no facts
elementary emcee's know killer spelling bee's
wailing cause they failing miserably we stick em indeed
shoot it out with outsiders on stages rages rattle cages
back to buisness tazers unleashed beat your majors
skank players get ethered futile nigga i blazed ya
congradulate my magistrate instead of mocking with hate
flows whirl-pool you fade from breathing resting with pearls duke
you fucking fluke knock your hustle like a tooth stay on the roof
the ground level covered with troops happy to shoot drunk off 100 proof
here's something to finalize cuban lynk form knecks swinging giant size
i tell no lies the God leave em slanted like korean eyes
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
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