Skyscraperz

[Lil' Ruger]

build a new sears tower to be the emblem of hip-hop's power
im tryna empower the cowards cuz i only got 24 hours
i devoured knowledge and over came tribulations
meditate with infinite patience ive been waiting
for decades when my tech spray your rhymes decay
my gun play will one day be passed on im great
ate with guerillas and associate with the same likes
high as a kite still write with the same might
the same fingers same pen and the same mindstate it just elevated
from the grain ive never deviated
i give a fukk wat u skeezers made bitch
imperial styles my rhymes are vile its what i need to take the title
throw in the towel because your finished
keystyle freestyles diminish you minute stack
you rap about ya crack nigga ya wack
i dont even handle dollaz like that i aint frontin
tryna get my hustle on but its producin nuttin
already sayin fukk school and i aint the type for college
but how could a 14 year old spit with so much knowledge?
niggas say my raps are mindless i say there timeless
but half you niggas wouldnt tell me Your spineless
im always gettin picked up no matter what the crime is
young black and unguided undecided whether or not my emotions are undevided
my tears are all gone from lack of use this the truth
never spit like this in a minute gettin loose
now what you gonna do the clock has stopped
you talk about the rocks you got nigga thats awful ock
its killbot if u dont comprehend change ya frequency
dont ever let no nigga tell u wat u need to be
i seem to be just another NIGGER
who talks about figures and pulls triggers on other NIGGERS
and how bout you like nas dont you wanna be a nigger to
this is the realest ive spit in ages flippin packs like books and pages
im amazed with hot laced darts the common white folk disregard our art
now im a part of a new movement its not a movement just lookin for change
the word NIGGER still here thats not our name call us michael rasheed or Darius
and we all the same stop havin whites compared to us
i fukk a white bitch or black bitch i dont have preconceived notions
im deep like the ocen spittin a verbal potion and ill end it on this bar
it dont matter the color of the bitch my dick still get hard.

dam no feed on this?

[ChristO]

dam no feed on this?

...the work is nice. .5kutskeleton, bigot, ruger, who else, props mean prop. sport or vocation...

[BornPower]

dam no feed on this?

not gonna front, considering age, real nice. my fault. even throwin that out, ur still raw. keep polishin ur sword..

[ChristO]

the sun shining bright, be blinding life to a time table
any stroke of good luck? naw, I work for my paper
for infinity shapes, apeshit I might go, on dice players
tithes to me...
...fine cuties, not much rap to kindly face me
potential children? no evidence to waste, see
my credential’s building, more evidence it’s Gabriel
the hiatus though respected, but I’m living
now in the present, listen now as I present
a living condition nobody know how to navigate
but the chosen showcase a map, not the right-of-way
a duty of the righteous just not to hide-away
get ‘em sacrificed ‘til the time and day mine’s the way
I mine the ways, any steps taken to find my safe
no way in, no way out, steps taken to find escape...

[BornPower]

roots grounded in the foundation of South Chiolin
my grave faces west
mist and foul stenches surround my shell's shroud
sounds in the wind, yang's breath
my frame ejects spent casins left deliberately
detectives diligently collect evidence against me
technique written so deep Hulk couldn't lift the sheets
photosynthetic artifacts systematicly bled from me
scrolls credited with sharpenin tracks
principalities, lessons bred true genetics
digitech connection methods
stretched wide and injected with viruses
wireless fire script coalesces
pourin rested and wreckless messages pirated
redness drips then gets crystalized to sniff
venomous webs spit
silent with spinnin knives and swift
my ancient mind exists in a distant place and time
blades achin to fly, they pace
waiting to taste the lives of lames cryin
the chains shake then break from my iron cage
a white rage directed at protectin a dyin way of life
each day a fight with claimed a-alikes
fatal strikes rotate veins and stain mics

[BornPower]

clouds race
shrouds in place surrounding my ancient frame
sounds fade from sacrifices made in my name
raised cradle to grave as slaves to my appetites
last rites on stages black as night
baptized and publicly knived at the height of sunlight
her blood ignites
I burst from the crust, tongue wise
the return of christ is better scripted than this corrupt mind
something reminds me, rewind to line three
waves spray from veins seperated
flesh, moist and fresh began to slake achin taste buds
handcuffed,
nuns raised as sluts raise our suns
their baby lungs duplicated
mutilation is viewed as safe,
no way we'd let you choose the patients of the day
patience framed my creations of clay
paisley vases and pasty caved faces decay rapidly in solutions
here view the tragedy of Yacub's truth

[BornPower]

the popular vote has spoken
Barack, the block's hope assaults the slopes
this doctor of prose slaughters popes
their offerings stolen from coffins eroded
souls are sold to gods on altars of gold
never falter, my letters author a sharper image to unfold
stick it to critics and polls
liquid tickets, we're gettin into the big show
my kin get no visits from Hill-Billies in cities controlled
remy explodes on plenty of roads semis patrolled
give me what's owed or I'm forced to feast on soles
stormin through forests this beast of street scrolls bleeds oil
mistreated seeds and soil weep for Wu
green greedy heathens dilute wisdom with silent prisons and schools
I mine minds for fuel
crewel lyes are illusions, the cruelest lies advised as truth
my booth is lined in diamonds
my great white tooth is shinin iron firin the flies lyin in your food

[ChristO]

building material solid...
...I’m working to make my way back to the okay corral
posting up, sure enough to show enough flava’
now, israel got the work but ain’t apt to application
in the proper text
I ain’t gotta’ submit applications
ain’t really looking for a job, but I know judas [iscariot] in the closet tucked
like a’ old dusty suit, getting dusted off, now you know that’s fucked
and lucipher, ya’ know whassup, it ain’t about the rap
when you know you gotta’ let him go, I ain’t about the crap
they can doubt what it is with tone, but you know what
11:45 is...you saying I won’t show up?
then is nimrod supposed to fill the slot and what-not
with the skin I’m in, shii, ain’t it suicide to go out
always been feeling like cain about smash this nigga brain dead
I wasn’t paranoid for nothing after-all, shit is flamin’
moved to ways to maneuver the rock and maintain then
rose from the dead to have peter get closer to abel
so the game messed up, been that way before he came here
talking that shit, when niggas called up, he calm with that shit
when niggas caught up, be warned I’m that nig’ regardless
a.c., be up in a.c. my ways is retarded
ate a’ angel, parted her with my leg, then departed
mafia down or mafia down, what is the bargain
start of a chinese year of the red rat is all then
end of the chinese year of the red rat, it’s on him
hush bitches, don’t even speak unless I call on you
anything nice is getting heisted, I’m all on you’z...
...lol, trying’ have me die cracking up
telling girl God is not moving this world? don’t ask me none
about shit, I’m here to collect, nigga, that’s it
yeah, corrupted by them south philly guidelines, that’s script...
...trues, heat, heat...

[BornPower]

split decision quotes
businesses toted in spokesman's pockets
my brokers plotted global
provoked insurgents services for profit/prophet
trace the curve of lady-like thirty eights
their burden is the dirtiest weight
placement deserved, in her purse are murderous fates
shaken, not stirred
politics stir on block porches now
CHIolin's own golden child goes for the crown
he provokes crowds with oratory performances
he plays coronary accordians on demand aloud
enforcin standards the commander is proud on camera
but when candid, admits his campaign isn't shit
reprimanded for his answer's slip
the championship is still at hand for the kid
for him this wasn't supposed to exist
focused on this hopeful openin O begins

[ChristO]

...yeah, some kid from the pitts told me about the o man
I guess it makes sense my pop ain't put on a trojan
busted in boston, wonder if I was made on a slow jam
mah' named me, the birthplace? south philly no man's
land I landed on...german doctor, vertical c-section
mom popped a shot in her c-section
busy looking for the shotgun, she lived was the outcome
we here, so we outnumber the lies they want us under
the lives they want put under, what they used to do it
hip-hop? shii, it'd be news to you if
I said we the origin of it, nyc niggas would be buggin'
trying a' brush us off like they always busy frontin'
but look, the game gets played 'til the game's finished
the more time wasted on not paying up credit
the more lives are wasted on the waste of talent
my circle impenetrable, 2K wanted to challenge
ah'ight 2K's when I mailed my nigga hitler [in prison]
said welcome to the eternal damnation, nigga
it's been what it is since paul the apostle's murder
seems, but I'm still piecing ay'thing up in the verdict
I just don't like michael cain, don't know me at all
talking 'bout a' angel turned man, not the movie star
yah'mean, but look, just purchase my books and all
for more in formation, if I made it as the author...
...open & shut 'cause only certain ones with callings...
...[how the buildings go and how guerrillas go about they business about it, how I feel as though, there's not a time for breaks]...

[BornPower]

I was born with the leader's burden
seven horns
this beast burnin was driven even further
kingdom seek ye first, my feet dirt
eat from the street's plate
achin, bleedin, weak from thirst and pain
agency serviced, my surface is plain
blood thirsty ducks hunt for crumbs, searchin in vain
only the nervous refrain, I traverse murderous terrain
to a scientist's mind the earth's curvature is a plane
perverted turns of phrases get terminated
served on plates to yang's bird of prey
called a nerd but never to my face
work veins from outer to innerspace
limp with weights as I ventilate this promiscuous interface
limitless and dense, FrankenSense slays
emotionless, distant, driven to drift in waves of smoke
I strain for the page's stroke
for days I would lay in containment waitin to grow
I wasted gold given on shows,
nameless programs chosen to choke man,
my flow is a plan
righteous notes nourishing the plants of the planet's clansmen

[BornPower]

white sands hid any lighted lamps our clansmen planned out
chiolin's champion howls
penmanship drifts, sentenced by clowns
business is now government
crowds party covered by clouds
so u put up numbers? be proud
but while you poundin our boat's bein grounded
no alarm was sounded and now this unarmed man stands surrounded
branded a candid killa of townships
twisted strands of cannons split ur brow swift
darkness shrouds proudly given gifts
darts lay forgotten, traded for prophet margins
dodge chargers the blocks harbor sharpened for revenge
all I can do with this heart is drop the cards clenched
I go hard for the fence pitchin particles from pens
no guardin when I offend 85% critics
yeah, I really did it
surprised by appearance, just hear it, NIGGA LISTEN!
there's a big difference, isn't it?
I keep forgettin the ignorant aren't sensitive
they were the water in genesis I built the ark in defence against...

[BornPower]

the write hand of man rights with justice
fires of lighting brushes
retirees firin muskets lined with mustard
riotous hustlaz cryin toughness but lie crushed
cry the beloved country
my mind rumbles and punishes thieves
it all comes to me as I summon crumblin leaves
my knowz stumble, runnin green
ur king's destruction was conducted with ease
I touch the streets' veins with the feet of Cain
bleedin, the mysteries were plane from whence he came
prince of the breeded page
each is explained within the limits of your tenuous frames
imprinted on sheets of rage
my peace is a blade seperatin lame heads from vertebrae
I spit reasons the seasonz change
heartbeats rearranged by each rain the beast reigned
the gleam of my teeth is so evil that most believe it to be fake
but Frank, Yang, Skeez, cranes and snakes just ate the plate...

[ChristO]

see, yeah, I'm feeding from my pastlives
I'm freedom in a trap, don't make any sense for me to act right
why air density's that tight?
the cover story? cold cases like the heart of alaska
my hand gripped around my enemy's pulse, his diastole
look at gabriel, and lemme' know where da'nero be at
can't hide out in philly, shit ain't built to be that
see, I'm saying, shit ain't built to keep that if you need that
security, the breach be you ain't heed what I speak, black
they hearing yahdah-yahdah and stuck in a daze like there's no tomorra'
hustling they talk for my soul to borrow?
ain't knocking a hustle, but the productivity loss
gon' have us as history, not in history, boss
I'll squeeze the life out of a scout looking for mines
just a matter of hooking up a combo of lines
trip-wire shit, not wired-for-sound
if you a vet [military], try to keep quiet, don't make a sound...

[Prophet Picasso]

Silence is worth more blocks of gold than Fort Knox could hold/
my warlocks are cold wit the battleaxe but more rocks are sold/
poor blocks are strolled by knowledge needers fiendin for Franklins/
cockin heaters, them bottom-feeders can feast on my plankton/
I need a vacation from these slum aberrations, bum applications/
some act as slaves on the run from the fun of gun grabbin brazen/
crumb snatchin, chasin ancient byways of infinite mythology/
coincident pathology common to offsprings of British colonies/
follow me to Polynesian isles, all the while I wildly flip styles/
my guys will spit vile, yo dead words attract flies like shit piles/
I defecate on yo monumental mentals, I desecrate yo temples/
go elevate yo phonetics, hire telekinetics to escalate yo pencils...