Pauper trickster spit wicked fix it mechanical inclined
driven live heart beat minus isotopic plowing
posted note flame on behalf smash cash in ATM battle
vindicated emancipated drifting skip Nixon
trip laser poster knowing only toaster focused power range
make mistakes follow break out the ways
I use the manual's shifter skip listening wicked
ripping skiff flip flops on your computer doom uses it
realistic listed linguistics rank higher than Chitown homicide statistics and bullet ballistics
feel the misery of a misfit amid blitz
weed passes hold a chalice smoke coming from the biscuit don't eat the bisquit. hangover end when the rains over don't. get caught in the range of a rover runners subdued and spit on by the cobra snake king positive energy crushes whatever hate bring
no cake seen or straight bling made maidens tap out in eight rings add nine caliber fifty spit rapid pass the prime your wisdom polluted like an Aryan mind
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Out rank battle shed cha tanks mind mink
sink your battleship in prints
ink pen drink lead vampires get dead
Ways of the tiger vs crane style
I’m a dragonfly with dragon’s in the skies
Driven living got them tigers tied up like liger
Wise eyed fire fight with mental midgets
Kicking ciphers in the gizzards
Simpletons get eased outta existence
Get cha looking like oppai
You dope fly rhyme with the high tided
Shifting into gear, switch and drop it
Call me a deskbot rocking table tops with earthquake jocks
Mop and glow shifting sand like garra yo!!!
I can prop it up with stilts and stationary objects
Melt cha down like superman I’m just steel like john henry irons
Rock crowns pop towns off the map
It’s gapes when I GPS it switches blade grenade
Fix mechanics I’m problematic
Ill kinetic when I connect cha like a usb hub
Driven from and for love, best rise above
Dusk from dawn spit a spawn
Chain e’m up save e’m for the vindicator
Indicate I rip mics making it the distance
I’m nasty with the luster cold crush you
Are you prepared once martial laws declared I follow mathematics and a low number of the population will be spared bet it will be on TV lively aired some know don't show and don't care
I stay aware no matter where on the block or in the lair charging bros for air
So much hate here to add to fires and lustful deceitful desires have destroyed empires
Ghetto vampires incarcerated trying to obtain meaningless power
They disrupt what we construct so it's heavy lead showers for four hours
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Tangled in misery the land by the mines runaway islands coast off refined
High guidelines step too close I'm ramming your gun wailer jamming
All soldiers housed I'm commanding while manning the fields
Where fire yields water the telekinetic teleporter portal reporter
Braved cold nights riding old bikes blasting wu cussed out by old dikes
The black sheep beneath the strobe light the choice is yours lets battle two night
Fists bumpy I do fight the wall in the parlor holds the heads of worthy emcees sliced
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
When my times comes no tears will be shed lived my life to the fullest last breath eyes bloodshot red
From my last blunt that my little sister rolled reminscing of my young days know im fragile; grey and old hope my grandkids remember all the stories i told
The heats on in the hospital and my body is turning cold
Like i was in a locked freezer i suffered a stroke and a seizure
Heart beating slower my fam screamed for joy once i came out that coma
Well my tone is getting lower and im fading squeezing my wifes
hand the queen i cant live without I'm headed to the other side
To rest peacefully and I'm ready for the final ride
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Strike flows batter shows faith
Left in graces is the worst case scenario
forge homes outta lawn gnomes in groves of cloves
leave you wayward bound yet homeless like cats and dogs is
Get cha off the chain leave you deaded and deranged
Get cha corpse discounted like your insured by GEICO
I rifle no need to flow, ship shows skip descents
I repent destroy deploy while under my employ
Have you sniffing glue and taking keloid’s
No recoil stress tests your breast guess
Mess chess board flipping cords, taking bishops
Queens get seen, but no heard
Fist full of dynamite the time is right
I expose wrights on the mic
Rights when you get left behind
Bars rip through paper with ease so chill back
Targets move, my sabor i squeeze and kill that
Smart tools for labor yes indeed a trill fact
Part 2 for haters whom never heed my skill rap
Mad hype with complex rhymes i acquire
Lab life with the fresh lines I'm on fire
Grab mics by the neck spine like a lighter
Dabs like had me on a quest for my desire
Swords stay sharp hades harps mind scraps
Carpel tunnel your raps like subway wraps
Cold crush tone touch bust it like nuts on a bish
My skits be rips are tears in the space time continuum
Trying review my flows is like trying to score on an “A” on a test yo
Flex on the mess that the internet causes
We all pauses switch blade killer frost’s
Moss the mash cash the clash flash terror
Reverse your fervor mind reaver give you fever
You can be shiny like techno but get wrecked by a beast yo
Trying to freestyle on TV against a wrestler and get wreck yo
It means you’re just a shake like an aqua teen hunger force
your salty raps are peanuts son strong as elephant trunks
driving with no licence cypress style hand on the pump
hand you some lumps like camel backs double pump action raps defer your stats my stature cant be tracked the son unleashed through the traps can't be tracked back
so let's stack dirty green and smash cretins dreams with no grudge held in between
seen on the scene ready to smash by any means
the cream cones and goes dunns get old spice bitter see me in the outfit of a ninjas swinging swords killing armies by Charles river
Last edited by Mantra; 02-04-2016 at 03:53 PM.
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
dopeness
Good looks bruh!
So many are senile seem vile my old earth birthed a poetical child
Im on the low like clouds before the rain fallen blood leaking from the baller in the impala his body temperature dropping to a lower rate its war with gorillas with shanks
Face masked like Kc blasting love jones by rza as im roughing the pussy
Some bold some bushy all queen status no rats from the hood fucking for goods
With a thirsty pack of goons guzzling beers in the trap ready to trample hoods
Fiends sample are given drugs worsen our living life goals destroyed by the corner living
Bitches out to have fun for your funds cast more curses of death than the one casted one joe kennedys sons
Last edited by Mantra; 02-05-2016 at 09:15 PM.
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
put out the red carpet before my men spark it
eyes missing in sockets I'm lifted daily like a rocket take the Jacob jewels a ransom move
in your pocket red rag no banging I'm bringing knowledge fool don't even speak if it's not knowledgeable streets soldiers follow the code
the soul of a snake is cold see how they're breaking code they go in young twenty years pass all grey and old listening to oldies
no probation or consideration citizens who protect their rights armed protect seeds and moms, you feel the hate like Hoover unable to make maneuver face in manure with flies buzzing I won't cry if you die thugging out there slinging onions goons coming with connects from London your lungs punctured completely done in hoodrats slicing their wrists cause they can't. find a husband bitch got too many bags to carry got a firearm like dirty Harry
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
fuck that devil Sam I'm the new Malcolm man
fucking hand out my pocket I'm holding golden grams your and your man's sacrificial lambs
heads stuck in quicksand decapitate your self hate cops coming i'm running with weight to aware my fate the whole book thrown in my face
shutting behind bars for twenty hours if your running with cowards you'll never witness the power stand higher than the mayflower
taking hits of dabs in the watchtower
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
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