so many sour and selfish hustlers by nature you might see me sell fish then be out there all hopeless and helpless drifting like winds
free killa sin I holder my square in the garden j.t.s. know performing live at Madison
coma state for your Huddleston gun on repeat like ghosts one the only God of war bandwagon riders hate the encore better than jiggas
horrific sights to picture a killer gorilla lizard
tail knocks building over yougins feeling older
think of me fuck a no limit soldier
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Verse be bursting It to the tombs so I can ghost bust you
Dusted outta ya mind, I rewind darts like cassette tapes
Underground oil rigging up ditching pitch wicked
I’m fixed on the mound throwing heaters
Fuck a strike zone, I got the mic in the zone
Have to be bars in the box, the sequel
None are equal I cripple your battleship
Dip no, spit flows striking matches
Ratchet shark deploy relay and reload kissamoto my flow be Naruto
Got my justu spit nin when I win, even if I spit in the wind
Methods smash your efforts ashes you consumers treasure trash
tap rappers like blackboard shots off the glass
your last in line everlasting shine brain busting design sign of the eclipse bullet fragments
to hell they went my anger no longer vents
everyday suspense common as sense
no brain activities from senseless beatings
tube feedings has hair lines receding
on your peeps were squeezing like a tube of toothpaste most catch two face shots for being two faced keep your shoes laced to haters I dedicate these darts of hate robbing cheap skates kush smoker feasting on ice cream cake
pistol smoke renegade. from me u can rent a guage
Last edited by Mantra; 03-04-2016 at 10:48 PM.
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Doper than hope, straight stranded on a moon rock
It’s Chaotica to be exactly flow contract hits on spits
I wreck over tracks that orbit the earth like the moon and the sun
Cold crush next the ice age, spice wages
Fix you like a fico score, spit it raw
When I come thru the temporal vortex
I abort mentals use codex to pull techs outta shops
Describing my life like ice cube’s “it was a good day”
I didn’t even have to use my A-K
Come with more B-P-A than D-P-A when you need a C-P-A
To play on sets without a C-B-A
Coming off them greenhouse’s with a bad review from the EPA
Doom starching it mark minds relevant with more bitches that ain’t celebrant
Last edited by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS; 03-05-2016 at 02:57 PM.
kick the roundhouse like rullet were rushing
you catch more shots than dopeheads black mob members firing on Russians my unions verbally sick niggas murdered for fifty cents terrorize territories invasions of mad faces cocking biscuits to pay the rent shake pockets like Italian pauly gold nuggets in my chain nearly got me ambushed in an alley fifty caliber from cali
home I'm coming back no Carter just a Jedi knight who lacks the fear strike back
superclass taking downers overdosing never coming back it's a cold world bitch that's why I came on her back spine sticky the kid's tipsy
off Tennessee whiskey bite a bullet before a pig frisky me the chips coming in like these snakes rattling limbs torn abortion born deformed in the middle of a ghetto storm liver damaged death is a ham sandwich. your band lacks the bandwidth
bandwagon bastard rap quick in the sand shit
split like lips of pussy never had a father so holy mother forgive me
Last edited by Mantra; 03-06-2016 at 09:40 PM.
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
nation's United militants standing bow face in pyramid form the God on a rampage see the sharpest horn news broadcast. couldn't forecast my storm stamina stunning to keep wisdom coming her eyes tearing like I was cutting onions
she blows til I splash she knows the everyday math ok let's mate you'll birth an angel after we sex in the rectangle sperm shining on her lips like the white gold bangle I'm crazed smoke out Cherokee ways believed I'm my self and wandered away from the turmoil of a destructive path took a oath to blast the demons
returned to hell cloak and dagger spell
my status high as the tuition of Yale
my people failed dead or jailed unable to prevail
feeling no pride unable to put the drama aside
karma comes like a thief in the night
twisted as hitler's plans of world supremacy
the under world couldn't hender me
fucking three hoes off the energy
a year celibate her stank box is delicate
never stick my tongue in it you taste the spoiled milk she swallow I work her face until it's filled
skip out on pay if I'm billed beat the pussy then chill she singing how does it feel
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
strike deadly over melody melon split felony a monk like felonious I break bones like I was jet Lee you couldn't enter this Dragon with daggers stabbing more enemies than u can imagine hand on the cannons cops come disorderly fashion
big checks means more weapon stashing a gun fiend Escobar power means a violent end
broke without a hand to lend sea of cash I'm. jumping in bodies dumping them no need for morgue touch the seeds I scar face and take. you cockroaches to war I'm not your bell boy
it's hell joy once the fire starts I made marks
across the tri state displayed my arts
handkerchief for the blood he's laying in the mud
screaming for a rematch wish he had what we stack twenty grand in the bank that corner bread in loaves to up the gross end if the year figures to roast smoking holy smokes killers dare not face the ghost when I pop you'll taste the toast
party after machine gun blaster no blanks I'm. not Billy open the face silly see the surgeon for plastic I bring the pain like a crotch bite from a Pitbull mastiff onlookers and hookers get hooked the fastest
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Walk in the room with an apocalypse costume on
battling born bill it too you futuristic given gimmicks
not past my limits leaving verses looking vintage with noticeable squinting
drip liver bleep outta peeps still couldn't creep
deeper than feeds featuring a return to Mecca
the united nations ground inspector
rip what conjecture you intercepted is how I come correct
so get wrecked by how the Techwon uses tachyon particles
to spread your ashes like article's
Glass eye I pass by wicked slaying leave you middle aged without weighing in
Spit spin slash swords down necks up
Execute e’m laser beam e’m with skills
leaving them dreaming like a 20-inch zenith
the union carry arms scaring moms fear withdrawals blow spots like backed up bowels
hand on the pump pumping vowels clavicle. sword gangsters and lords weapons we horde
board broken a new one I can't afford a Buick or Ford focus is kept step on reps wordplay strong as meth face crystal clear this is my year
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
the union carry arms scaring moms fear withdrawals blow spots like backed up bowels
hand on the pump pumping vowels clavicle. sword gangsters and lords weapons we horde
board broken a new one I can't afford a Buick or Ford focus is kept step on reps wordplay strong as meth face crystal clear this is my year
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Originally Posted by J.T.S.
What cha learning when your burning on stakes I eat on breakfast plates
Given dates hate is spread through verbalism so forsake speech
When it leaks through the ether at a fever pitch
You can spit haikus in the blues given ques
Driven loosen off the tighten write fighting
Nasty blight typing lights where LSD’s be LED’s
So you can see brightly nightly news it
Accurse it, when you accuse me I abuse verses
You can reroute it like thinking ink pen leaking featuring heat rocks
Flood cha mops when I rock rocks of Gibraltar
kill you on a track come off the back side given points in points
I write forces chose spoken nicely when I’m rightly not Whitney
I Houston off the rockets pirating your life down to digital
Coming critical when the mission isn’t over like Batman always says
you run laps soon to relapse from the cracks
crooked as cops robbing dealers stacks
my hearts black as tints intended suspense
lab lavish protected by canines behind electrical fence beast since the imbecile was cut for the doughnuts I go nuts pure bred minus the mutts
no need to instruct these lousy ducks got it fucked imagine the sword in your face as your waking up to Allah your taking up you throw fits I throw holyfield uppercuts
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
back in corners to give the corneas damage
spring fresh verses from my archives slandered
tongue filled with the toxic many succumb to the ox spilt block h and r spraying cars staying raw
double jeopardy call snitches killed in stalls
you human shots carrot top pocketbooks
ghost your hood rebellious bitches ride the wood
just cause you made sells doesn't mean your paid brain half baked bless the earth with quakes
cook you steak beans and rice kill u and your wife the type to go to heaven and give Jesus advice sword rip through voiceless and hoards of others trifling baby mothers poking holes in rubbers and having abortions headless leader of the headless horsemen
Last edited by Mantra; 03-20-2016 at 02:04 AM.
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
bust off moon crust off soon i'm a crusty goon
crushing soon as the sun sets
gun vet shoot the Mic check gallery
respect reality bomb a town diseased
down to squeeze
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Sick infectious cancerous gimme the prognosis
Flows astrophysicist spot stellar into space
Outta waste found face down blast crown closed rounds
Shown pronouns touchdown know how I grip the crown
Take it from the town, hop skip those nuclear bombs I test
Address your turbulence with incurable opportunist
Furnish trivial dollar barn stormer clone corn roller
Pissed cottage cheese busted bleeding noses
Rolette raid parade facet forces jedi mind tricking of courses
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