KITCHEN SHIT (REMIX) w/ Bronze/christbearer/Shizzah/and whers
War and Peace is flyin arrows>>
Bronze is slashin swords//
christ is makin it rain$$
Shizzah is throwin ninja stars**
whers is shootin futuristic laserbeams~~
follow the teacher>
swallow this heat-seeker>
leave ya face with hollow features>
rhyme leechers greedy like Halloween trick-or-treaters>
step all over you like bleachers>
eat these Adidas sneakers>
green reefer weed keeps me high like speaker tweeters>
reach for the sky like deacons and preachers>
Jesus pleaser deplete Nietzsche believers>
each week I dream I'm cheek to cheek with Makeda the queen of Sheba>
cement feet ya sleepin with marine amoeba and sea creatures>
you be cold like deep freezers>
I'm hot like Se mixed with CO3 in beakers>
unique Toshiba PC key tweaker>
centipede creep-style cheetah leaper>
seekin beef?>
me, Christ and Bronze Feet sweep streets with steel meat cleavers>
leave meter after meter of cheap emcees leakin, bleedin in liters>
Eastern beasts>
peep the steez G, retreat or meet the reapers>
Take us to your leader/
we rise the thermometer like a fever/
call me Sun Tzu the ways i decieve ya/
section nine secret keepa put you in sleepa/
head locks with figure four way death shots/
War and Peace and Christbearer aim straight as red dots/
leave the sheets with holes made from ink blots/
sink me not you think you tall but fall hard/
when we drop, more descriptive then a synops- is/
the way the words roll is like a rhinocerous/
philosophically yall just proposturus/
jab you in the esophogus/
screw ya head off with a monkey wrench/
you can find me deep in a trench/
or deep in the waters/
either which way it will still be a slaughter/
ruthless leavin whole countries impoverished/
I rock the cabsba geechy dan grand $
Donnyhathaway shack a hand shack a hand $
Use a 5 dolla boy and imma trillion dolla man $
in the boogie wonder land $
bitch you dont know nan $
Christbearer be the god round here $
great god motivation with the radiation round here $
throwing up the dub $
in the club $
with professeor griff glove $
when the star shit sub $
alone in my room all night $
with fantasies of my life $
days pass those memories last $
after the champain bubble baths autographs $
In the kitchen about to boil the beef
takeing all the bullets in the chamber out to oil the heat
wu tang niggas toil for the beat cause signifying do or dieing such a royal treat $
From the bones cling on the graveyard*
Stomp on the pavement with dusty timbs*
Break out an earthquake, catch bitches like pimps*
My birthday widely known as the day of severed limbs*
Seven sins, and I'm one half of them*
Cut, and blast an uppercut, maraud your chin*
Cutthroat with the sharp tongue, my every line sting*
Pi's digits can't compete with the ones of my victims*
Shine brighter than the sun, than the sellout rapper's bling*
I blackout the sky, so high, so fly, you'd think that I got a couple of wings*
I'm always there, like Andy Reid's NFC Championship ring*
I got a royal flush for you jacks or higher*
Like Mount Doom, I got that fire you admire*
Where my silhouette passes, kings address me "sire"
Sadists and rapists don't agree with my methods*
This phase is called "stargaze", it's when I trap you inside a maze*
And darts raise the ground higher than you can aspire*
Got rhymes for days, now tell me you ain't amazed?**
You Can't Evade A Thousand Blossum Blades I'm Afraid~
All Thats Left Of You Is Your Name On A Plaque Ingraved~
Or A Tombstone Like The Headboard Of Your Grave~
You Can Find Me Under Your Queen Call Me The Nave~
To The Page I'm A Slave Writing Rhymes On Another Plane~
Fishing On The Moon Like The Intro To A Dreamworks Cartoon~
My Tomb Was Exhumed A Stones Throw From Tutankhamun's~
Magic Gadget Tactics Turn Your Mind To Madness~
Like Picasso's Brushstrokes On An Expensive Canvas~
Pull You Close To My Masterpiece Like Magneto And Magnets~
You Can't Stand It, Like Being Scared Of A Clown~
Section 9 Surrond The Temple Rocking Bushido Gowns~
Renowned Around Town For Leaving Laying Heads On The Ground~
Breaking 7 Pounds On A Paper Plate With 0 % Finance As My Pencil Elaborates~
My Pro-Tools Got Carpenters Jealous And Full Of Hate~
I Don't Dig In The Crates I Exgavate...My Spirits Inner Psychics Mystic~
Pick You Off In A Crowd Like A Snipers Shot Specific~
Silent Lynguistics Spoken Through My Art Exquisite~
This Is Shizz'n'War And Peace Plus Bronze Feet And whers~
With The Fist Of The North Star Bitches !!!!!!!~~
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Originally Posted by Shizzah
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