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[ChristO]

no more blood...that would be IL.

That Game Theory has been proven as a testament of FACTS should be apparent in my scripted attacks
gifted, with the precision of Ant, skellaton lifts maps

...they seek to weed out the blood of abel, and the blood of abraham, and to cleanse they situation with the blood of christ, so they can possess an inhabitance. The Game Theory cd came out on the cusp of a battle against thought. just differences within a camp, about how money should be made. thought did justice, as evident. stay up...

[Mantra]

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shit, my stitches itch again
my pen easily drips venomous liquids
little kids skip scriptures and pick up big brother's guns
the grips are still rough
strength of will is my steel bustin
troubled by the innocent repercussions
attention simpletons:
don't turn this into a grim reaper discussion
my peace is corrupted by weak mumblin
keep it comin
I leave v-tunnels flooded with bleedin ice-crusted dummies
breath the dust of a man standin on a giant's noggin
tie the problems where they rightly belong
exercise the longest sight strongly
there are only two options: applaud or drop your own heat
so you think you know kung-fu?
show me
your flow is a slow leaf driftin
gettin drilled holes by killa beez
mimicry is a difficult skill to exhibit properly
your limited artistry against my unlimited armory
keys swim in my arteries
prehistoric sharks feedin on small pawns crawlin across beets
chopped degrees assault the streets
sergeant slaughter dirty moggs with thirty-aught techniques

My bad man for sleeping your lyrics pack substance, good!!

[BornPower]

My bad man for sleeping your lyrics pack substance, good!!

thanx. been peepin ur crab tutorial. get that manual published and sell it on myspace sun, 4real.

[BornPower]

standin tall and wizened
my cannons broaden horizons
alchoholic,
livin scriptures in retirement homes
bony grip tight on the chrome
focused and stiff
never shift position from the firin zone
medicinal bags administered
old, sad, vicious and cynical
mentals spin cyclical
*thwwwip*
spit cylindrical spirituals
sittin on benches hintin at hidden tools
the slickest flows didn't move
mobs lynch with ropes while I slit throats
spittin, I'm the Crow's grin focused
blowin holes in opponents that can't flow, show or prove

needles break notes on the groove
cheeba smoke consumed shaped the roads I'd later choose
hater-viewed, I stayed in tune escapin ancient tombs
winter blades still slay in june
lames dazed and confused
my brains trail fluids, flames and fumes
god's language translated abuses frail frames
snake versed the crane
herbs skate lightly on surfaces icily
rearranging merchandise nightly
leavin behind no prints, only a burnin scent
surf the winds
skim the surface sins of this murderer's script
spiritual purpose exempt
the curve and spin of this sermon is served with grits

[BornPower]

sulphurous breath
a murderer's death goes unheard, buried under tons of earth
the surfaces are broken by bones gropin open air
focused vision swims through misty scripts
chosen with care, inches shown split hairs
visit the chairman of this division
desirous decisions kiss despair
Osirus strides nile rivers with his limbs bared
wolves, wered/aware prepare to howl at clouded moons
crowded rooms, proud and foolish, consume useless shouts
ruined units in view are still surrounded by fuedin townsmen
nature's greatest creation
incapable of communication, it just paces ragin and growlin
another page from Chiolin
a rusty blade engraved with foul shapes and mountains
drowned under soundless waves
I still won't back down from challenges faced
madness rages on crab-waves
changin mary's sadness to blasted plains
addicts stagger slabberin, jabberin slack-brains
the status quo collapsed under pythagorean weight
passion can actually heal this cracked state
the black debate can now attack the race
agents held back the fragmented paper traces
trailed back to placid lakes
classic black-face mastered the ass-kissin cases
commemorate the tragic fadin of our culture's cloth
our colors were once crossed
I wonder if the blood I come across is my sun's loss

[BornPower]

this division of discipline strengthens regiments
tresure chests rest within
explosives set to tick the minutes of legends
it's my business to witness precedents set
show the Wu presidents due respect
rulers elect do stretches well rested
I get connected like I fell from heaven
my lessons learned from my presence on this wretched earth
pens service stretches of surfaces
each recession repossesses recollections of purchases
this is the perfect murder weapon
nervous restin with burners and shells,
you'd never manage to balance the burden of a cell
my questions weren't answered by the bells of war
empty cellars sell stones, gold, and souls
the precious poor overwhelmed by depths of debt restored
less is more
step through the doors opened by outspoken rebel forces
to do less would be torture
this session's edge impresses your neck's border

[BornPower]

focused on a bogus high
I can close my eyes and globalize
this shogun wise froze opponents with his writes
it's a lonely fight
my culture is a puppet, poltergeist
vultrures in the skies float closer, gluttonous
self imposed punishment, our governin bodies are far under a hundred percent
hunters run, summoned by blood's scent
trust is the thinnest money minted
hunger turns innocent competition into a bloody scrimmage
from cheese to spinach it's agreed that green is the limit
me breathin is u gettin greased by greedy bitches
sneakily my ink is enriched by conflict
revolvers come unarmed and spit barrages
quad nick carvers, commonly called Slaughter
the product of Philly commons and Memphis Doctors
the menace of pretendin spuadrons
my mentals drip rotten
strip the spliff's bolts, my physical stiff with bits droppin
I caught the intrumental noddin
watch as ninjas kill ya talkin pigs

[BornPower]

in the age of narcissism agent targets are repositioned
each dart is sparked by plots of demon princes
I spit and mobbs sleep with fishes
my cards are incomparable exhibitions
forget the hardest spittin, I'm the heart of my city livin
this is a shark sponsored particle twistin
sizzlin pots thicken sauces chef's concoct in the kitchen
only the garnish is missin
parolees are marksmen whistlin
snarlin men, guardians against armageddon
vicious intents pitch amid tenamants
buildins, hot are intense spots of competition
I just stopped listenin to garbage kids in the distance
my arts are the sharpest digits charged with litterin

[BornPower]

highways relate blades of light to the strain of life
fake a-alikes play with mics and I slay them at night
my pages are the strikes agents fight
staged in such a way that their graves are denied in government papers
lames mumble about rape bein right, but I make them see the light
the beat bleeds until I concede the screams are ripe
beez in flight ignite weak egos
the bible's teachings feed the preacher's people from the steeples
the righteous seedling is harvested
the useen target of heartless demons fiending for the street's code
degrees are coals coalescing and exploding on roads I've seen globally
seen and spoken about openly, I chose scenes choked with green
focusing, I behold the dreams of a cold deity
bold chasing green, gold, and component springs
I drove broken rings and homegrown loans into the wings
no apprentice to swift spoken swings
I bend instruments with the grip of a gorilla king
the scent of Winter's killer is me
I built pyramids in the Greens
each of my cellies testaments present evidence to discredit any disagreements
homojeanius gen c leaders
stuck pigs constructed of sticks, victim's of a skeleton's lyrics breathin

[BornPower]

do jeans make the genius?
if I bleed jesus' teachings, how could I not believe them?
to percieve is not to see, exactly
since our mental faculties have been diminished drasticly
it takes bigger faculties to battle the hazardous crab fleets
masters of dastardly deeds, bad dreams, snap rappers wearin snack wrappers, and crack fiends
pen and pad spit that ten feet
no pitty-pat, my bishop's attack entraps enemy factions in fatigues
the last a breed craftin classics over beets
switched the tactics of the opening
so swift, in fact, my pen's tracks won't show on screens
increase the postage with each of the Shogun's swings
bones blows weeds with Spring's breeze

[ChristO]

...dude is battle tested. pra'ceed bruh...original, of origin distinction, yup...
...the homojeanius, yeah,
...suh'm like word I got from another chi' soldier
...but, so I been working to put end to the "homo-genius" state of the current era phase, the monotonous pandemic nation-wide, this systematic distinction extinction. it's peneil that's been the prison...checks-and-balances...protocol...

[BornPower]

penmanship has always been swift and deadly
methodic melody, devils cocked and ready
shells spent hit rocks steadily
chipped shots with red beams settle mad cow disease directly
wireless connection specialist
headless metal tips revel in this hellish stench
lead swims in red thickness that drips precious
cookin books, chef's ready with crooked methods
filled with questions I built my lessons
recievin the thieves' blessin after revealin a killer confession
pastors pass cold soldiers
caskets wept over, passages read from old testaments
captive of cold blackness
my soul is restless, snappin necks on snow-flecked roads
massa's close kept remedy reflected hope while our towns were fed and doped
what was left of the message stoked flames
the growth a grain angry and rainless related slow
painfully aimed bolts of ragin scrolls rain below
I slay strangers that claim control
erase the frames of gold danglin from your skull...

[BornPower]

grains drift across empty plains of brainless men
Blaine the Pain trains Himalayan
blank-faced, ancient and fadin
rust-flaked frames crumble away to dust at the patient's touch
my paintbrush displays ranges crushed
fame exhaled from an angel's lungs, I can't escape the flames
this untamed locust combusts when ink rushes
as my wings hum electricity streaks and runs
the rooster awake betray's Peter's trust
the truth
a cruel blade known to infiltrate Illusion's estates
knight movement ranked by eighths
my cravings scrape plates with righteous musik playin
losers debate tables with the same hate that slew Able
break loose from the grey goose cables of this fascinatin fable
the matrix has played you

[BornPower]

chicago plots scorch block porches and corn appendages
be born and experience a builder's script as it forms visions
molds are split as my essence is poured within
four squared boardmen prepare for warfare intently
my citizen's weaponry are militant, seeking
a black panther's menace seeps into the streets
creepin sickness, only my people are afflicted with symptoms
leeched of the least wisdom
beasts consume the fruits of this wicked system
businesses are built on rocks by criminologists
spoiled rotten, poisonous darts quit arguments
cliqued revolvers spin products into winds to coat tenaments
folk-ish representatives Tom and Sam
problems expand the relative family resemblance
rockets in Iran
specialist plan beez search sandy streets for terrorists

[BornPower]

hardwired for genius,
I start fires in small regions
old and tired regents are co-conspirers with the precinct
roads get tarred, peelin when my tires are screechin
blast pioneer speakers mathemaTICAL through eyes of needles
my growth is exported until spores seed the globe
my beez' orders are quartered,
once then again before beginnin patrol
a gun's glint is a clutched pen scribblin scrolls
this business deal won't get an appeal
spin wheels,
pigs squeal to give you an inch of ur soul
angry men spit steel at Frankilin's Benz unfoldin
but I know them
and my whole extends unbroken
there are no limits to what's spoken
I spit crumbs but u still chokin
blend notes with indented quotes
Major Payne microphones blindfolded
lines are cords uploadin codes and programs
the postal nomad
forced to attack foreigners with notepads
my Bournes in this form are facts
wittness this imperfect performance of nature's wrath
but this impatiently crafted blade can hack the matrix chapter
passive masses embrace the cage and madness
I pray in caves until my image is drafted visually
the Big Ben menace of minimalist beats
my sickness breeds
victim's pictures are concieved prerendered onscreen
my degrees are remembered by drippin ink splinters seepin
trees get heated, cool
I breathe fools thinkin they can teach school
it's too easy, why would I cheat u?