nasty
nasty
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FOLLOW!!
peace
we got darts for sale horses pale we ride through hell
on fire chariots proclamations of admiration
for the general commander crusher there's consideration
brought the rage to Satan half awakened
street killers burn em like bacon after we rake em
count the losses holes dug for corpses
slaughter special forces, marines, and armies
can't handle the skill battlegrounds become Ammityville
so hand me the drill before the wax from the candle spills
bang the best from Bosnia to Bangladesh
too deep in the depths to explain the rest
without fame i'm blessed be your pain in chest
hideous how i reign over your shameless set
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
capture the moment like a kodak
unfinished business get the bozack
a beatnut who's High fashion is throwback
extract the essence and see if you can hold that
snap a synapse impulses leave you drained line flat
the uncivilized must realize your soul can't be filled with just a snack
while some get fat i exercise discipline and concentrate to a point that's exact
and demonstrate a regiment that you can't graph or track
reaching for the stars to some may seem bizarre
but burrowing in dirt will only get you so far
eternal with internal perception since inception
deception i've crept in only to expose those who use it as a weapon
i embark on thoughts that were once kept in the dark
once they start to impart Chinese New Year pales to sparks...
"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)
you know might step in the club bust out the strobe-lights
hold mics in the clutch to keep warm on cold nights
peace before i depart with a part of your skull in flight
jacket on hack off your arms hammer to judge your honors gone
may his kingdome come and will be done
admiral with a gun plus promotion bust commotion
lay em flat shot apart his thinking cap he's sinking crap
give em a shrinking slap for lip flap so sit-back
attack like buffalo bill pistol pro skill
stroll ill after my flow kills my soul's real
Hagler hand-skills ring beast mastery drills
ran over before the hand-over stand sober
blue-print to write while in flight imagery sight
dazzle the whole game those who frame spend eternal life in the twilight
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
a new day to look towards originality and creativity created so vividly
beast-master disaster before i'm held in captivity
origin none of yours stars gorged in rhyme wars
soul exits the earth your body dumped in the core
crunk rappers thrown in trunks for sure
new mojo that'll embarass em like bruce did the japs in the dojo
scrolls flow internal infa-red light the inferno journal
chapters covered in cob-webs a blast master eternal
column this like a columnist see you dropping in tar pits
utilize your gifts before you no longer exist
fuck what's on your wrist for it you'll get blown to bits
by some group home raised crazed killers with clips
in battle there's no tenderness i'll never try a little
kick dust before the spit crush can't calculate my rush
sword never rust your bitch gobble up nuts
bubbles i bust so i toot my own horn
declared a master by the Gods got a human angelic form
catch u in the sack attack with a slug while u watching porn
you might axe an emcee, but can u axe a storm?
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
stop it five my flow is liver than your brain is on drugs
never mean mug skullduggery bugging rubbing you out like an dry erase board/
you get canceled faster than the J5 reality show
don't got the knows to house my multiplexius/
check deckers best eastern now i'm turning western
without even turn my head you'll dusted in one blink/
sink into the pen watch cha blood leak like wild river
give e'm hell dead cha reach knock u down like Pacino in HEAT/
pass the norm voice creepy like norman bates causlties raised the rates
Census feared spit a ludicris style once i digest the chicken, and beer
two lines to attract the emergency dispatcher's ears
rivals run in fear before the gunners gun em here
lyrics smear the global out of control jeers
brought forth the oz that slew the wizard back 10 years
crew deep appeared all ten scared when war was declared
improper properganda announcements
a check to bounce with plus liquior out of town lit
who grazed em with the craze? had to be the true blue brave
more mint to pathe my path travel cleared still i'm unfazed
until my done days i'm battling the cousin of death
take light steps in my air-flights we landed on the best
he dissed daggers dis-mantled his chest may he rest
wish-master hit the piff and zip right past the vets
speed of light degrees in the lunchbox so seeds can see the light
beam it bright those who bite the paradox scrolls get steam-rolled on sight
with a right-hook we don't need a punch bring the funk hit your stump
niagra fall flows over the head of most chumps
one man that'll change characteristics like the klumps
can't be distracted when postive energy is contracted while in this jacket
your head i crack it the wisdom he lacked it
from shores to hills who let poison poetics spill
i sneezed venom hope it didn't drip in your meals
that's sick released like lindsay to cause more havoc
do bloody drama to the scalp with a metal afro pick
once it sticks no pulling it out the arena were billing it out
top notch i spit on flocks from the amazons with no socks
trying to recreate the drops o i can rest in homes hot
my weakest bar is a thrown rock from david's sling-shot
drink on the rocks bagged for the collectors that online shop
putting emcee's in garbage pails till' they acknowledge hell
cause even english professors die from the spell's
Last edited by Mantra; 08-03-2010 at 11:40 AM.
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
If you looking for openings then you shall not win
see through the lens of victory your falsehood will be exposed/
chose my lows got my highs watch them kicks that just sprawl victory
serve venom a ton check the rivers slain emcees when I visually speaking/
fight cha opposite rock knowledge tips watch me neck break ya with my Ibuki
you ain't truthfully seeing me when I Shoryureppa dat ass even if you EX cancel/
trounce cha styles in water solibable spits that trill when I OG you newbies
you ain't nothing but hellish ways channel games chess piecing lames/
oppoiste polar rolling dagget mastering maggots with staggering blows
shattering jaws, smashing ribs making you a little gib without a crutch to lean on/
ring out what cha think this is Virtue Fighter
my rhymes n lines are that much tighter/
combos thorws opponents off they game
bounce cha lava signed a diver in the depths that haven't been checked yet/
Last edited by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS; 08-02-2010 at 02:00 PM.
bitterness is like a graveyard or a bite of forbidden fruit
a curse that was broken in a field of altered roots
soon he became cleansed and bathed in the truth
watching birds fly he realized his whole life he lived a lie
so he became challenged and slowly changed his life
followed by values he gave-up in the temple he cried
struggling with his inner an ex- savage getting high
he threw his chain n gun in the river a part of him died
he felt re-born no longer torn from agony
he read scriptures and kept the faith dramatically
although still scarred he transformed magically
it didn't happen over-night he broke the ice
left to fend for himself day, and night
his family no longer cared by friends he was forgotten
trials, and tribulations he went through didn't stop him
from keeping focus he was no longer a womanizer
he read books from Bruce Lee to Elijah
He became more knowledgable and wiser
seeing people selling they souls for cash flow
he remembers the hustling days when he was half cold
freezing in the snow zero below selling rocks by the loads
he was infaguated with the darkside like DmX and fat joe
cops watching him money stacking chasing hoes
in Macy's buying the most expensive clothes
platinum chain blinging hell women stroking his ego
thank God he let go his fate wouldv'e been bars and bullet-holes
he chose the red pill so know he's a soldier in the battlefield
secret agents know the deal they monitor his moves and chill
funny he wasn't watched that much when he was selling
feelings compelling he was stressed dome swelling
sweat pouring people he knew before ignored him
he felt like a shadow in a flock of lost sheep
his rivers ran deep for a while it even affected his sleep
still he rose to the occassion and continued to teach
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
^^^thats some vivid stuff bro...respect
thats some vivid stuff bro...respect
thanks Jig
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
a million bars in my brain that contain tactics that cause tremendous pain
once aimed my arm cannot be restrained if i die i'll resserect the flames
From the after-life still smash the mic in my path there's light
emcee's trash all types thought he seen a ghost at the traffic lights
so long for getting cash tonight once my blast in flight
shouldv'e stashed ya ice you wouldv'e been half alright
A motal knight with immortal stripes and followers like Christ
actually i got more to back me at the store if u don't with-draw
so play the wall or today you'll fall at my feet like a soccer ball
run through your block and all with thoughts of total recall
so if you stall and try calling the law feel the wolverine claws
in the flesh he fell down a whole flight of steps
may he be blessed found by his stressed reps
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Burstin from a chrysallis of stone -Wings Obsidian/
Floatin Under The Earth's Core Buryin My City In/
Knowledge Though I Pity Men-Lost Inside Self/
I Keep Staring at The Clock As If I'd Make Time Melt/
Pants Still Sag On My Timbs Though i Wear Orion's Belt/
Flowin till My Tide Is Felt from Coast 2 Coast an Linin Shelf's.../
A Toast 2 The Hieness Health and yet im Mutiny-/
In Verbal Form Tore up a Storm That Tried Movin Me/
Musically Im Bethoven's Ghost when he was Usin Keys/
-See Sinatra Grew 2 Be Much More Than Bargained.../
Rimes Open Up The Gates Of The Stars Till God's Starvin.....
to "Nag Champa" instrumental by Ayotallah....just some random ish
"THE REAPER COMETH" EP coming soon.peace yall
Last edited by Sleep Sinatra; 08-07-2010 at 11:01 PM.
Cross paths with a viper, strike down lighting slither skin
wither away like a candle in the wind, don't got ying to my yang/
given griever liver transplants they don't got the gall to battle
with a blatancy full of spew and venom/
given a referendum, end cha appendix rhyme lengthy dent cha mental capacity
slow you down like Intel's new atom processor/
you ain't the hit-man your just got no heart
can't take a bump or you'll crash and burn/
got cha defunct like disorderly conduct
respondents rocking lung quests, your 100 bars are a mess/
I'm emcee with skills to traumatize beats at will
until they decompressed and are reprocessed/
get cha anchor dragged my hell is already stabbed
triple X your anarchy my monarch be documented
triplicated and contracted bureaucratically/
don't think you need skills or an act of congress
to enact my flows to progress you congressionally/
think you don't got the insiders for your hoes to deep throat the nicest
without a cloak wrote cha off like a bad check my reps be depths/
stretch out cha mind without movement or disguise to reprise
I hadn't realize you ain't primed like paint to be decorated over/
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