Bronze and 5kut damn ya'll go hard!!
Bronze and 5kut damn ya'll go hard!!
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
skyline 11.15.05
yeh, contract, lol...bomb blast effect
God has to wreck, flames came hard from the depths
this marking the day of homicide 336
'05 o'clock, phila. pa, wu-tang the dance...
...I'm into building, I'm in the building...too strong
the force against the farce, when the lost be too gone
manholes cracked open, luci now lucy to me
like what eve tempted with, shit is too fruity to me
yeh, I'm the mongolian king nostradamus warned of
napolean [luciano] tried to recruit me, but some shit I ain't fond of
I ain't turn you in, I turned you into the babies' momma
I ain't playing, lucy, wear bullet-proof pajamas
if you plan on sleeping on what I keep it on
that's def con 5 when the heat is on
skyline got blown open five years ago, method man
took the bait...came out with the "yah'mean"...that took the cake...
$%#&!
booked and baked,Originally Posted by ChristO
paraded and orchestrated by pawns or maybe the rook's trade
look to one's self to be saved,
rough abrasions by the blood of staked men
straight steaks for buffets of sin,
gods stray from the ways of repentance
log long sentences and debris for hog ministers and their seeds
falling bombs preach of a peace of mind,
a wrong kind of piece gleaned from deceitful times
weep for lost babylon,
the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog
bordered by a sea of faults,
fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt
screaming shots, police and chalk,
wingless fallen demons walking among us as people...
-.5Kut
...right, in the bldg., into building...force them condos to vamanos...
...our grounds sacred, conflict-tainted...
...if the chosen give up they land, then the grounds' barren
nobody controlling my essence, I'm 'bout to bomb arians
not racist, just against erasism...apocolypto/pile a' clips yo
no eses writ' in about it...that's how we git though
pass me the w8mbs for my vessel, that's how we get doe...
$%#&!
imma verbal symbologist, and im trapped in the middle
flick a dynamite stick, stroke the eyebrow for a signal
its simple, wired up to detonate, set in place..........
demonstrate, effectiveness in combat with a tin hat
dont hesitate, dont sit back, check your six then relax
bury the hatchet, lost in the jungle without matches
wounds, no patches, morphine dreams but no actions
no factions, just a warrior excerising his own passions
black and white magic, allied and axis tactics...........
tragic transfers translated through the tablets..........
nice slang yall skull and bronze
when the truth matters my crew's tools are magnetic,
passionate aggression fused with primal weapons
timed trials and methods combined with the mind of a felon,
when tossing any die against corrections, to die is the final lesson
ideas collide with lies,
problems seem to multiply then disappear in time
images are stitched to sketches and clear divides
as each is diminished,
the remnant are guided by fishermen in timbs kickin up fives...
weep for lost babylon,
the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog
bordered by a sea of faults,
fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt
screaming shots, police and chalk,
wingless fallen demons walking among us as people...
-.5Kut
...hastily drawn from databases and ponds
I twist pawns into viscous hawks to assault my opponent's forces
general of one side of smiling fortune,
logic is my guide and drives my hordes to slaughter your plotting priests
connect corners and dots with fleets,
even given your daughters and seeds, I must kill the King....
weep for lost babylon,
the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog
bordered by a sea of faults,
fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt
screaming shots, police and chalk,
wingless fallen demons walking among us as people...
-.5Kut
from the echos of silence a battle was born
patiently sharpening my sword now concrete is torn
enough corn voltron foam deform helpless pawns
Falcon Crest behold the Kings returns' masses throng
blood pours bullet proof no holes in the song
5kut five in the gut police laugh getting head 2 sluts
visual is wrong
revolvers resolve in morse code we spoke to evolve
dirty weaponery shining armour tactics Shaolin Lama will solve
fíction defeat i remain on my feat firm untouched virgin teens tit
crashing plane oxygen mask Michael Jackson This is it
no light in darkness Burning Plane gravel in the pit
each challenge is met with volts channeled through my neck,
a vandal's flesh burned, hands formed as weapons forged
Sectioned words collected by internets and letter worms,
each lesson in turn is returned by questions,
directions and verbs burned and returned to the essence
heavy chisels lift and chip bits through secure connections
lured by those curious of my fifth commandments,
each channel of ten is rubber-banded and chased by eigths
traced to straight boards, opposing lanes and armies arraigned,
my discography is arranged to fit this philosophy and Wu-Tang....
weep for lost babylon,
the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog
bordered by a sea of faults,
fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt
screaming shots, police and chalk,
wingless fallen demons walking among us as people...
-.5Kut
nice work 5kut keep killing e'm
forged from still birth i spit the reel berth
far from a movie the script unfolds death
rituals begin satelites drizzle datã topologies girth
firewalls crash software Katrina bytes of mash
virus volts impact destruct backup bios crisp and ash
riots disbelief online attack terror-bytes amassed
format no recovery drive fool till you reach bill gates
technical knockout engineers collapse
AVG seal fates
users left visually epiletic from this epic confused algebra n metric
copy or paste you are cut and deleted yo champ is defeated
too late to reboot you forgotten you floppy..
bibilical sriptures encrypted with three 6's
time to call God his number not listed
don get it twisted i bring forth a critical vision
to cast fear and yeild man is the devil's mission
besides the lord i fought to defend the lords FORT..
..............Jahny Jigler
while I chop jalopies and hardly copies of my hard disks,
only charred remains get sifted,
scars and pain the only evidence the data existed
classified and indifferent,
quantified equations are the only things on this agent's agenda
decimating flagrant pretenders,
I blaze plays and cinemas with righteously attained cinders
please return this embarrassing grade to sender,
set the cattle to graze upon plagued placentas and their hatred-filled winters
post slaves slowly wade waves and paved centers,
four days give way to six hours, who's blade is swifter?
weep for lost babylon,
the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog
bordered by a sea of faults,
fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt
screaming shots, police and chalk,
wingless fallen demons walking among us as people...
-.5Kut
whos blade is swifter, the shape shifter, soul shaker
bone breaker life taker, does X mark the spot?
or are we lost with no saviour, heavens game player
most valuable triple A grader, fuck a light sabre
dagger tooth in the booth, choke slam like vader
now does everybody meet their maker? forsaker
maniacal violator, tradin places with creators
creatures of the night, no vampires or werewolves
centaurs with fire hooves, breakdown time to choose?
did you follow the clues? ol ladies singing the blues
a time bomb no one can ever diffuse
Slap the fifth given the gift slit cha wrist to this hip hop
i'm never pop always tripping off the doja in the dojo/
cold as a winter chill, all skills no luck
stylize iron out cha chamber my sword be liquidation to anything manifested/
ingested injected interrupted by detection of the infected
21 days later get cha gators your flavor is burnt crispy/
cold as a gypsy’s hustle in the ides of march
show your sharks my pen sparks never park in ya territory/
glory vicious sitting up on talent balance beams
out weigh schemes institutionalized dreams/
riches and fame don't impress me...The Sheep
deep as the red sea drinking bloody mary's
while opposition floats in the river with a silver quiver in there apex/
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