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[BornPower]

I am a hunter
lines of thunder pluck ducks from the sky
ate fivers crumble under priceless prime numbers
disconnect wires from Cyberdyne's crime wonderland
sprayed corrupt,
their product punishes man
graves dug for suns erupt from Japan
my genesis
a type of righteousness plannin a lyrical exodus from crumbs to abundance
from nothin to substance is a rough trip for big pencils
but it's simple enough for criminals with scriptable business skills
my mentals are stitched with the temple's pins threaded treacherous
bed and breakfasts are bled of red rum for the undead restin
steppin forth,
the headless horseman tortures vermin with magnetics
madness within methods
systems crash attackin this master's math lessons
imagine a savage addict jabbin left
but I rize right
exhalin air, spiralin light ignited by my eye's fire

[BornPower]

the gods,
prophet's hands weren't always clean either
some deeds deemed evil
in the right circumstances, might even
be prescribed for the righteous people in violence
can't be tired
lines just started firin pistols individually inspired
high, bumpin retarded pod eyes, writin
the scribe hunches,
scribblin with a log of light, perspirin
chalk outlines are wired in
antennaz dangle manuals Frank pens in
each page is an agent on a dangerous mission
relocated with plastic and a gadget
drastic statistics are reformulated indiscriminant
ratchets snatched are twisted
passages dash down paths of the wicked
naturalist overgrowin monumental showboats
old bolts broke
doors kicked in, I give orders spittin
just think of it as your older siblin givin wisdom
I plot with undocumented systems
uncharted inkblots sizzlin with digits
no sausage,
sauces whipped in the kitchen pots are dispensed
rich in thought,
like feathers flock together
redder inks lead to lettered links
the uneducated gene + i = US
witnessed on blisterin streets, the risen phoenix

[BornPower]

one dart is an artist's visual communicated through physical agents
line are stroked, provoked by instrumental pages
criminals slay in innerspace with deranged pencils
remains are dim pools coolin adjacent underage fools
complacent state-driven schools are calculated tools
faceless congregations decay the spools our ancients used
the graceful few chased from temples by rapists confused
taseless, I still chew through this
u-tube viewership through the roof with Judas' blueprintz
each passage's usage produced gifts
so it would seem
but promotional teams busted humps behing the scene's true image
the student (in some instances) still gets bruised in scrimmage
abused by sentences
a few of my codefendants began to lose mentals
printable spit
prince of endless principalities and fallacies
madness leaks through my passages' streetz
cruelly I pull back teeth savage screamin
needle tracks,
tracks bleedin black musik screamin
spill three from a newly packaged fleet practicin elite tactics
craft war games on torn pages
tounaments of aces arrangin their forces' placement
rooks, four cornered, are activated
shook, u lack my passionate patience
claws hooked
raptors pace plains with bladed beaks operatin on patients

[BornPower]

i am the word stripped of flesh exposin ropes cinched on necks
unprovoked and lynched on the minister's steps
my shell's exits felt no pressure
compose 4-4 letters for no cheddar
my soul's lecture stays role-d as the sole connector
take it slow,
don't wanna choke on the smaller sections
anything I bottle is a product of corrections
I settle bets against collagen injected Hestons with red necklaces
within my breath exists pestilence and SIDS
stretched to the limit
my essence is infested with strength
no question
lesser percents get swifter with age
I shit on lames pretendin to spit in the name
my business is paged
defendant in nonfiction prints against the exhibited slain
it's ironic conspirin liars drip change
but my cents are flames that sense fake
scripts are laced with precision aim
a mental crane to lift my wiz from the pits of temptation
penn-sealed, no eraser
politics revealed the people's savior diggin deeper graves
leaves drift in the rain
businessmen hit their aims whisperin in my children's brains
fiscal exchanges turn dangerous when Majesty's name is mentioned
I breed magnetic seed, a masterpiece of tragedy, can't blame the Mrz.
my chances frame the pictures that dangle listless
my pain was the chisel
an endless chain of spiritual visions...

[ChristO]

...build&destroy, destroy&build, trues...born ant christ [271-2/71] of the 1900s...heard of 19 angels summoned to protect the hell fire...half the soldiers is the women, in denial of me, so as to be against me. the other half of the soldiers are the brethren...

[BornPower]

the CHI-nese fly high speeds @enemies
iron beez collide with blind riots against me
my flow is a crow among centipedes
broken tablets are thrown by ignorant seeds hopeless
matrix codes can't be told
but they're sold to the highest bidder
rocky road culture, vultures approach and the taste is bitter
veins are rivers shiftin missionary positions on rooftops
students confused are delusional about the rubick's cube the blocks have become
buildin flocks from the dust
the profit erupts with lungs hotter than small helicopters poppin with puns
what are rockets to suns? ur little choppers are nothin
my voice boxed puts points of rocks through your hot crust
pockets of pressure lecture my stressed joints to combustion
discussions are buck plus stitches
what I con-struct tunnels under dimensions
while high strung numbers crumble in hell's kitchens
smell it if you listenin
the tale's tell twisted with an extra drip of lemon
christian bale flicks the rails and inhales, grimacin
fadin depictions of unmarked graves and drained ventricles
physical attempts fail against mental defences
pick the grail
sip misery from the phillistine's pale injustice
eyeless pharoahs stare @ stones uninterrupted
terror-wrist chrome dishes soap when clutched
spinnin barrels lift lames from the brush

numbers, bones and dust
crust is broken and hunters choke on rust
chosen funds are corrupted by a duckats lust of men
huff and spit exit the lungs of a duck, sick
chunks of kids I grip drip rythmikly
lyrical delivery switches density
pre-scripts feed on enemies
the remedy
system secrets creep sheets intently
sheets printed scream but are treated minimally
spirits, keys tempt physical senses but are meant mental
experimental steps to a minister's weapons and temple
get hit with a wick crew
my liquid brew shifts shooters from roofs to fifths and lugers
pen maneuvers are swift, ruthless
you choose it as business,
I am living proof of existence

[BornPower]

http://www.zshare.net/audio/14034627d6a56416/

my senses are fadin
sensors and guages tick the scripts of my physical ailments
minimal engagements
but my mistress has penciled in fiscal arrangements
businesses strangulated for a cents of sensual gratification
this bad bitch slays me and I hate it
but I crave the domination
now there's problems with papers and her blade's placement favors patients
court cases force payments
my core aches but my torch blazes
tortuous containment on life support and the sorceress grows impatient
formally normal in cadence
my soul poured coals on furnace faces
tortured and ancient
I can hardly afford to keep pace makin
my veins are painfully inflated
limbs thin, bent and shakin
mentals shift and I'm sittin with Satan
tables are shaved thin by ranks of ate men
no chaser, I flame spiffs,
the dark angel's replacement
saviors repent in Hades' caves and layered pits
I'm out of change, the same cents lay in pain with the same sins...


take it or leave it, just thought I'd share my vision of this dope ass beat by Mantis

peace

[ChristO]

http://www.zshare.net/audio/14034627d6a56416/

my senses are fadin
sensors and guages tick the scripts of my physical ailments
minimal engagements
but my mistress has penciled in fiscal arrangements
businesses strangulated for a cents of sensual gratification
this bad bitch slays me and I hate it
but I crave the domination
now there's problems with papers and her blade's placement favors patients
court cases force payments
my core aches but my torch blazes
tortuous containment on life support and the sorceress grows impatient
formally normal in cadence
my soul poured coals on furnace faces
tortured and ancient
I can hardly afford to keep pace makin
my veins are painfully inflated
limbs thin, bent and shakin
mentals shift and I'm sittin with Satan
tables are shaved thin by ranks of ate men
no chaser, I flame spiffs,
the dark angel's replacement
saviors repent in Hades' caves and layered pits
I'm out of change, the same cents lay in pain with the same sins...


take it or leave it, just thought I'd share my vision of this dope ass beat by Mantis

peace

...yo, for our earth, we make the best shit...

[BornPower]

my wardrums are exported by forceful lungs
borderline psychward
your tribesmen die against the Moors
inject lines of diamonds into my fiery core
mic cords swing in the breeze bleedin oil on seashores
it's time 4 the chiefs to bring order
the secret codes were there for people 2 know, but we were broke with no cents
our seeds are hopeless for any glint of gold
pens scribble nonsense to them
limitless scrolls rolled up and blown away
they may have chosen the grapes,
but I'm grown and boldly hold the weight
04 parolee,
sole controllers know how to throw plates
overdose ink,
Joker teeth sink into beats and jaw ates
draw eights into this crazy, temptation filled life
doctors charted his patience from grave to light
painless gray lenses set the stage for sight
while skaters break legs fakin shapes on glaciers of ice
trace the pages displayed in caves
translated by agents in ancient tombs
I use patients as tools
half bladed,
the blackest impregnators are castrated by rulers
old school music is in-Herod-ed and abused slowly
viewers attemptin maneuvers get broke beat
choke on these grown seeds
wholly breeded sheets are seen by old T.eams
spoken scenes of gold and CREAM streams flowin
percieved geniuses are cleaned up Bubba Gumps
stuck and stutterin, puddles of blood drip from gleamin edges
secret sessions are public,
speaking is seen as evil to the dumbest percentages
images of shiftin lectures get pressured to connect with homogenous sectors
but lesser necks bless villages with venomous mentals
villainous pencils with empty tips bent on imprinting temples
piemen die in high numbers, lined up
liars run from fires swung sky high when lighting erupts
try me, sons
wires leak suns in CHI-nese slums one time

[BornPower]

my wardrums are exported by forceful lungs
borderline psychward
your tribesmen die against the Moors
inject lines of diamonds into my fiery core
mic cords swing in the breeze bleedin oil on seashores
it's time 4 the chiefs to bring order
the secret codes were there 4 people 2 know, but we were broke with no cents
our seeds are hopeless for any glint of gold
pens scribble nonsense to them,
limitless scrolls rolled up and blown away
they may have chosen the grapes
but I'm grown and boldly hold the weight
04 parolee
sole controllers know how to throw plates
overdose ink
Joker teeth sink into sheets and jaw ates
draw eights into this crazy, temptation filled life
doctors charted his patience from grave to light
painless grey lenses set the stage for sight
while skaters break legs fakin shapes on glaciers of ice
trace the pages displayed in caves
translated by agents in ancient tombs,
I use patients as tools
half bladed,
the blackest impregnators are castrated by rulers
old school music is in-Herod-ed and abused slowly
viewers attemptin maneuvers get broke beat
choke on these grown seeds
wholly breeded sheets are seen by old lees in the old T
spoken scenes of gold and CREAM streams flowin
percieved geniuses are cleaned up Bubba Gumps
stuck and stutterin,
puddles of blood drip from gleamin ledges
secret sessions are public
speaking is seen as evil by the dumbest percentages
images of shiftin lectures get pressured to connect with homogenous sectors
but lesser necks bless villages with venomous mentals
villainous pencils with empty tips bent on imprinting temples
piemen die in high numbers, lined up
liars runs from fires swung sky-high when lightning erupts
try me, sons
wires leak suns in CHI-nese slums one time

[ChristO]

lol. money straight...how I does it...the ladies gotta' roll with it...I'm a shy nigga is how I roll with the chi niggas. tight. like hoover when I'm politickin', the vacuum to ya' co2 as the clock is ticking...cousin or blood [the angels], folk or people [the chi], gang or family [phila. pa.]...it [the war] don't make sense, but that's how it is and always been...now, back to the official...

[BornPower]

taste the heinous flavors corroborated between states and speaker snakes
weak debates are screened by clear lakes
appearing and hearing cases, steaks are seared, plated
stakes and steers waiting for blades to start slaughter
magna carta,
magnum chapters authored by masters of black waters
imagine a staff of carpenters sharpening lawn darts for doctors
long plots shopped by martyrs that acknowledge wrong
sing the thieves' heartless songs of dust
drawn by crosses,
the hottest exodus has yet to begun
Pontius with questions, I was arrested and stretched next to the sun
the conscious pilot,
the strongest survivin provided with infinite ones
digital sons wired in, lies convince lives in the slums
eyes wide shut,
liars corrupt a lifeline's construction
monster truck tires mired in the fires of blood
gods locked in the pyres of lust,
Golgotha perspires the flood...

[BornPower]

my father, the god, dropped precious jewels
robbed by dog watchmen
his unprocessed fuel was too hard to abuse
ason viewed the leak as communicated through the streets
music moves the meek to prove sheets
shooters maneuver feeds from Jupiter's rings, but this is between you and me
obscene tunes feed on untutored seeds in June
green continues to bloom without benefit to crowded citizens
compounded sentences
chopped down, grounded scents surround senses
served in consecutive dishes
elected officials collect our hard earned checks with or without permission
wait a minute, attention: the latest printed edition announces it's spent
not a drip missed; Babylon licks her lips in anticipation of more
the virgin printed purposely penetrated, but only on orders
soldiers barely old enough to shave hold blades
court cases in Hades with Kratos,
pay close attention
someday pages will post pensions...

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[Bigot Hitman]

what's happening with what you sent me a message about?

[BornPower]

follow the leader in the Midwest Testament...