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[BornPower]

South CHIolin winds howl past great lakes
ashes wasted on lames fakin foul
no traces of powder
my patience is power risin
crowded lines of men pacin
contemplatin the heights of this Dart Tower of light
the hour is nigh
christ and the twelve disciples strike divine ciphers
the blind die of thirst
bleedin ice water, drinkin wine till they burst
the first shall be last
blasted shell burst shatters glass
a carpenter's passion crafted the madness of his passage
but after the laughter he revealed pain and mathematics
the chains of middle passage
rain and the sadness
refugees beg change from those that had it
it never came and the situation was deemed tragic
faced with truth some choose to sleep in their caskets
I dream of blastin chips
breathin plastic visions and attackin the system
this assassin is viscious in givin foes damage
focused on classics I close this chapter on broken programs

[BornPower]

the slow flows of opponents drip
from broken bits of bones chipped
focused and cold against the skin
locust rotate, then blow the gate infection
infiltrate corrections
lungs inflate with rigorous training methods
yang's image reflected in ponds
peasants get bombed relentless
this minister with swift palms spits calm scriptures
psalms written on bronze columns split rivers of thought
rotten timbers are dropped into bottomless depths
as I contemplate the politics of death
blazin hollowtips plot on alarm clockin rest
consecrated and concentrated it hit's Jayhova's witnesses
they only apprentices
hydrogen tinted winds blow fences in
expose scrolls with cold pens
opponents fold, chokin on focused strength

[BornPower]

u no con, u a con's vic
i revolve on ur nonsense
in calm waters i'm the shark's fin
devourin cowards and competition
get showered in shit
rounds powered for strong distances
crowdin senses with lyrics
powdered and sifted to sniff
who gives a shit u bombed first?
kid's like dizz can kiss my con-verse
ur long search is over cuz this bastard
know who the master is, shonuff


did em in wit da dirty dozen!!

[BornPower]

i put knights in rotation
seven nights of formations
patiently placed
perfectly balanced blades decapitatin lames
then vacate premises on late breakin apprentices
senctences delivered only evidenced by
silent killers with high temperatures
silk-slippered liars firin from concealment
tiltin pillars, blinded
rainin fire on philistines
pain and cable wire built me
brains drained and encased with wrenches filthy
dented timbs, my feet
whisperin wind when I speak
defenses brief
but every bone is chilled by what kut spilled in the streeets

[BornPower]

The man in black fled across the desert
and the gunslinger followed
upon my neck, the sun's pressure
sands swim and shift makin it difficult to swallow
squint against the wind with cupped hands
dust and sand in competition with a hollow man
followin plans demanded from the heavens in a loud voice
now drownin in an unleavened land's famine
mentals crippled
his sinister choice to continue his voyage by sevens
severin connections to kin and confederates lessened the human links
but it allowed him to cleanse his clouded dreams
and do the brutal things needed
greeted by beautiful demons
servin burnin drinks guaranteed
to kill the chill of the earth's surface heat
thirst is a curse of the weak
and my tongue is the first to peak when the furnaces speak
survey a landscape deserted and bleak
burnt trees reach for the moon's red eyes
while a fool's wickedness convinces him
he was confused when testifyin
I choose the direction of mice and men
as I blew death across the depths
through icy fingers with wind
the connection strengthens
optic twigs extendin
sharper images scripted
taken apart by agent armed syringes
they missin a single digit from start to finish
spit shards and slivers
darts dipped and twisted with the hardest particles in existence
thin and malnutritioned
south CHIolin spits the distance
tempted by demons
I grit teeth, shift heat, and keeep trippin
my arsenal of parchment is missin sheets
but once started there's no stoppin my the mission's completed
pawns in positions to reach ranks unseen by mere mortals
peer in this soul's portals
evil bleeds in large portions
waitin to recieve orders to pour through
tortured, boiled, and brewed
I've been called the Destroyer of Truth
Bones, broken and bruised, spoke the soil and grew
voyages in excess of 100 proof
fools get hunted in schools, usually
platoons of harpoons
marchin to the tunes of ranks and files
ninja gaidin over spaces, escapin from shaded to blank tiles
8th ranked with basic styles
don't get frustrated, this shit takes a while...

[BornPower]

descend hip-deep into the wilderness
venomous techniques sink into my victim's systems
rings glint on hidden fingers
lingering evidence of inked messages:
breathin leaves breathless
killa bee sting wreckage
street connections leavin debris
and sneakin weed into heaven
policies? my beats address it
cuz when I reveal lessons it's like steel's undressin
kneel when I bless it
stretchin my thought's collective across sections
wrestlin with godless prophecies sent to mock me
innocence spent as property in this devilish monopoly
precious particles bartered as cheese
astonishingly
friends can't tell us apart from enemies...

[BornPower]

bomb cities and study continents
borne aloft in the clutches of strong winds
this black hawk the fallen among bronze men
follower of da god's callin
parchment armored, the strength is in the scriptin
precision positionin, pen and pixels built with conditionin
buildins tremble when timbs kick hinges in blatant
staircases littered with spinnin spent casins
forbidden and ancient debates are raised by ignorant masses ragin
face the ultimate temptation:
kill your master and cross the stage at graduation
I can taste the contemplation as it races against ur mentals
the pencil's face is blunted confrontin instrumentals
stumblin, pacin over situations any bum's been through
gritty extended tools gripped foolishly can still shift tense degrees
my prints, leavin a child's innocence in the streets

[Unda_Fiya]

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[BornPower]

spin the axis of evil
the real deal is nothing compared to what the people's craftmen could teach you
steel-capped steeples projected
from achilles' heel revealed weapons
never healed connected to stretcher wheels
freshmen fear copper bits thrown
choppers shiver and bit chrome
midget clones get split
arsenic darts bubble and spit hawked into the wind
cartriges arc and spin toward targets
heartless artistic armor pierce tip lyrics
charted at a fingertip's distance apart
at this instant this niggaz art was fenced in as business

[BornPower]

driven infinite distances
by an addiction to swift penmanship
blackened lips crack and split when I attack this script
first to spit and last to split
casually tip ashes spilt on my casualty's caskets
foul, I bleed black ink rapidly
black steeds travel the middle passage
cracked, savage and foreign
peasants lack the courage to grasp thorns
imagine thoughts formed
glass shattered when this dart was born
trapped and torn, Judas adapted by mornin
stood back and laughed at the fools in black mournin
his fuel, a bloodstorm stored within
breath stinkin of red drinks
he unleashes the forces of sin

[BornPower]

my onion is peeled easily as long as ink bleeds from me
heated chess pieces connect with chests weezin
my chemistry feeds on wreckage and debris
never secondary degrees
my sessions are feasts for creatures like me
gleamin white teeth, classic ree's, wrinkled jeans and white T
my wings beat wind makin the night scream again
flyin iron bites skin, silent presicion
linemen in position firin quiet scripts
even lies can live when idiots like minded persist
pride in a system where innocence didn't survive
how are we right to listen to old men hidin?
pride rises, lightinin strikes subside behind mountains
rounds fountain from fountain pens aroused
one page of powder cuts deliberation by an hour
40 eigths of power get crowded in a 12 guage
each shell a hammer for clamorin bells of rage
tales of the tape, tears fell from faces
share a cell with this terror-wrist blazin
bred from scripts ancient and forbidden
raised by killas that raised pyramids hidden
swift brick defense
tipped pitches still hit the fences wobblin
palms the length of dennis rodman
skeletons printed cause some kid's problems

[BornPower]

the black knight rides a white horse
lined and chopped fine, it snorted
both pointed (in their minds) on a righteous course
behind boards old timers crouch on porches
scorchin heat relieved briefly by pourin drinks
icy, spiked with hennessey
weezin, disease-ridden breathin
2 old enemies that can't settle things until they kill a king
one mandarin reveals his rings
building a dynasty raining fire and debris
the tyrant, an iron king, the lying thief
the dying priest confiding lifetimes of heinous crimes on lines and paper
files and ranks arranged by eights and other arthritic digits
long division gets misted by the addition of medicinal spliffs
bishops play positional games
heaters wet, beads of sweat drip from gray
ancient techniques are taken from beaten chests
each defeat a lesson, after lectures fees are collected
wirelessly connected, each is infected with virulent methods
the second linesmith's skeleton detonated
sections decimated, his lyin bitch threatened mate
dedicated linemen positioned in a dyin defensive cage
one side replied with elevated ranks
the mistress rises, silent assassinations sans traces
both old men vanish, replaced with a recognized face
divided by a sinuous line, one side white
the other colored by the blood of yang
study terrain, stomach plains, and flood caves in one day of precipitaion
done with son's games, I stun lames with sunrays
puncture names and crush frames with dusty blades
my bloody face busts racin from the stomachs of named victims
this insane system envisions us as slaves visitin
whips and chains, our own anger imprisons us
agents within slay the innocence remainin
but you pretend it's games, the matrix never existed
definitive citizens in the wickedness of Babylon
businesses experiment on denizens
troubled government representatives are bugged and listen
secret clubs speak with slugs that whistle like crickets
indicted for principles I'd die before violatin
the stone giant is patient
pacin flames sedated, embracin the trials of Satan
fiery lakes are painted from stages in shades of gray
these days you pay to play
myriad paths are paved with grave intentions
shaved thin, ranks of fake friends are eliminated
the simplest bladesmith
seperatin craniums, the ragin tempest

[BornPower]

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[BornPower]

deadly experimentation
the undead, scripures and swift blades
slayer intent, veins slit drip spades
the IL-est shades revealed since this day
once chiseled in clay, my fissures have claimed domain over souls sold in anger
exchanged for fake favors and suspicious respect reclaimed by bank agents
outside a storm rages
shouts raised by villagers aroused
pillaged crowns, gems drift in clouds, it gets louder
a hulking mound of CHIolin gets up and pulses with power
devourin ducks, shufflin strut deliberate
begin the hunt, my pen is pumped to dump on illiterates
disappear from senses
International Business Minds digitize
a deserted village the only evidence witnesses existed
lonely scrolls drift in the wind
expended energy willed into a physical manifestation
my manner is patient
samson's cannon pacin, handlin a blazin blunt
ancient blades unrusted wrote
veins bolted face front broken
spoken spells cell-honed
listen,
it's edges still rasp against stone
assassins attack thrones
I sit back blastin a bone
laughin as they fall gaspin graspin their own throats
I gas chambers provoked
flashes of flames controlled
bastards claim the gold, but end up slain
souls drained by the cold flesh of yang
chef of devilish fame, i select delicate sections of brains
eat the breakfast of undead kings, hunter of heaven's rings
the deadliest sweets sprinkled with the last breath of spring
a mid-winter's night dreams frost forests and trees
orange leaves underneath my boots and fatigues
my oven's unlimited heat melts through onions and shelled beets
so what you gonna tell the police?
single syllables the extent of my intelligent speech
felony schemes belonged to the breathin me
but genes evenly distrubuted executed rebellion breeds
headless and bleedin on skella-vision screens
cadet's lyrics scream diluted and confused
I prosecuted them for prostitution of gems
I executed
and the rest of you drifts in the wind

[BornPower]

One Japanese man wrote of five rings
samurai to no king
his scrolls depict scenes with senses keen
simple, it speaks swiftly
shifting easily between key beaten
leaves drift, speared quickly by pen-tipped beez
spin six degrees with a sixty clip breez
evidently imprinted with crispy reez
read the script, fiends
bleedin lips need a hit of me immediately
creaky old limps limp tilted
filter kids through inhuman blueprints
true strength built near hills, close to wilderness
my fuel revenge
friendships ended develop into a bitter trust
quit pretendin, the jig is up
no dents or chips of rust can be committed with beginner's guns
get ur digits crushed by this number munchin wizard spittin lungs
mud consistency, blood conspiracies pumped eurythmicly
I struck system leaks plugged into structures of heat
crumble tunnels under rumblin streets
dumm fucks suffer defeat when confrontin these fatigues