...sure you right,
I said that the bricks was mine
the cain I'm working with? the stains a turnicate
keep blood from flooding shit, the flames a furnace did
some strange shit to the skin
who naming next a' kin...
...plain and simple chips I collect like lays and 'em...
...talks with my cousin G., he’s in jeru salem now
just over the bridge, guess he used to it now
othello style, mello’d out, still got him viewing a script
can’t let any new bein’ in
gave him tickets for a round-trip visit upstairs
I said let ‘em know you alive when you go there
I’ll protect the borderlinez because it’s no fair
‘til there’s no fair skin in a sense, saying prayers
do get me collecting ways to get us saved
but the black seed is my priority, it’s engraved
in my national pursuit, and I been through the chambers
of different hues of man, to get through to the strangers
...to try to pit me in the midst of the strangest shit
a circus act, to have my psalms choosing the cannons
why had God forsaken me? I had no undersanding
as a child, cussin’ out the sky ‘cause mah’s a’ addict
that was then, but now to die in the glory of a soldier’s
a difficult task, Christ already died for our own sins
I been just caught up in the moment, tussling my own twin
for ownership, of the king’s dominion? that was on him
I holds my own, this a notice, like all the foreclosures
I’m making a living scott-free ‘til my lifetime tour’s over...
...ah'ight, one a' them golden bricks. ah'ight...touching the streets' veins with the feet of Cain...so, uh, simon peter would be the rock upon which the Christ will build his church...Originally Posted by .5KutSkeleton
Disciple Yang
roses and thorns blow forms with focused borns
leave ears of corn bleedin and torn
relieved from sheets of notes evil unfolds
local swarms of locusts swarm the forests
the son's rays fade to orange
conversations blank with the rage night skies poured
this life line was made to order
imagine mic tyson bitin the asian border
sage sayings are hoarded page by page
gavels and lifetimers combine ancient formulas
pure euphoria rolled up in scrolls I choked to dust
nuggets of gold broken and sold to customers
get your Franklins sent three four tens
don't leave a scent of interest for a tip, but I'll hand out pamphlets of metaphysics
pressure's presence spits my lead grip
headless in mists
I'll always treasure your precious gift
red necklaces drip from this edged script
it's my pleasure to present Yang's ascent
his weapons penned then rotated in your favorite language
my collective strips slain metaphors' faces
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
this is too sharp to be handled casually
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
Slim%
camouflage clansmen stalk prey
while cannons handle stock exchanges
rock of ages
candles lit are whipped by a desperate man's lips shakin
Doctors deadpan patients after federally planned exterminations
but then he's nervous, pacin, waitin for Frank to wake up
then the frame combusts
my creation sat straight and spat hate for months
factions of eight confront lame ducks changin faces to play tough
to get slain is nothin
my penitentiary veins pump the sun's blood
but I stumble slumped cuz crusts rumble when I strut
my muscles are dust
dozens of colors are corrupted when I suffer hits
fuck your rubber shivs
I stutter spit a Hiroshima blitz emotionless
focused intent chokes my pens until we're both convinced
this is overprint
don't get it? then go listen to somethin else kidz
this is for the slim percentages
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
...sure you right. picasso made intro at a precise moment...I could break down the potency of them few lines I keystyled, at a later time...scaffolds and building materials from undisclosed locations...allah is the all-seeing, all-encompassing...slim % tight...
My Depression
I've have to meet an individual as frustrated as me....
Cuz what they catch easily off the bank
In my head is the biggest fish in the lake//
I'm just struggle'in to keep drops of gas in my tank
That symbolizes the strength of hope
The price is ripp'in apart my soul//
Tryna find what causes me to be incompatible
Even though it looks like i'm fixed
Both my hands are reach'in at a tool//
Can you fathom a never end'in self evaluation
Think'in i'd better turn to god
Cuz my constantly my value's faint'in//
You look forward to salutations,
When your as down as me...
Think'in extremely deep until
Your sound asleep//
Everything you onced loved don't matter much now
Entertainment gets quick sanded and sucked down//
Listen, i'm around the deamon daily
It makes u say why,
Like u see a mother with bleed'in babies//
Depression'll change you, and convince u who you are
Once you get the blindfold off your a superstar//
Aint no knock'in it out cuz it will always keep fight'in
Throw'in low blows,
Its the reason i keep write'in//
Just to manifest my thoughts and design a trap
To lock this enemy up without the help of Prozac//
Last edited by Bigot Hitman; 06-15-2008 at 09:49 PM.
The dealer of hope is selling me lies
Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61
...entertainment gets quick sanded and sucked down...how true...
...as far as the price a' gasoline...like what is it like to ask a queen
to put the nozzle past her teeth, and suffocate 'til I splatter seed
a good question, might not get it, 'til our earth exhaust its limit
beforehand, corporate entities up the ante as the gimmick
money's money is blood shed to cover land as a covenant
the motherland drained for oil and gold, the other man wanted it
and wanted us as a resource, we exhaust ourselves
'til it's all-out hell? think we can define it all ourselves
only one is abel to do that, but to prove that
ain't what anyone should beckon, the reckoning ain't cool that
way...ask me how I get the earth to move that way
the truth hurts when she want work how I screw that way
I'm soiled, remaining committed to the unforgiving sin
my remains was diminished, my dust to the dirt for me to blend...
bigot snipes em again
you have a sharp linin on ur fro cuzin, just get them follicles twizted and we cool...
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
This is tight !
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
see .5kutskeleton, like I said, slim %'s tight...
$%#&!
I appreciate the support. Y'all cheffin the temples around here as well with J's flawless technique and the notes ATONE is soundin.
they not ready...
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
my vs 2:rising down
who knew the grapes of wrath would taste this bad?
I couldn't lace the 8 tracks
so with my page I take this back to when cavemen dragged prey from the pack
you can see what I spat leaves a magnetic resonance
my mind's residents attack precedents
no slackin pressha's grip
this session's edges excise cancerous cellular bits
towers of scalpels weather the elements
but let the barest threat prepare their necks,
mary-scented lessons drop everests on already headless corpses
a-PEN-tices direct dark forces
keys split the fleshy bark and sparks forests
bronze palms darted and recorded on department boards
devilishly devised torture devices dissolve the problem's source
Halfkutt...
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
Now I must chime in and once again rhyme grim,
Emit monoxide exhaustion and spit carbon toxin,
And take a stand for all with wicked minds,
Im findin it hard to withstand these sickened times,
But when this corp storms mic chords,
fortitude is ensured in the form of rhyme words,
We rhymin' brutes is a force you cant dispute,
So instead they prosecute for the supposed greater good,
Therefore its up to us to restore natural order,
Lead astray these helpless lambs thats set for the slaughter,
So in closure, dont oppose behind closed doors,
Get up and fight the war thats worth fighting for.
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