uh, how bout wrong thread?
uh, how bout wrong thread?
BEWARE:
https://soundcloud.com/frieza-saga
BEWARE:
https://soundcloud.com/frieza-saga
BEWARE:
https://soundcloud.com/frieza-saga
nice and polite quite precise to carve your appetite
starve Harvard law men of their bars and legal rights
tied to foreign cars i push emcees over a cliff they drop like a fallen star
sword swing is what i bring blindfolded ready to spar
silent threat you ain't met inflitrate ya whole set
gat tuck in the ladies' room chick in the wig that's one of my goons
tough guys get buffoned when with a nod
killa bees swarm and disarm ya platoon
old school 'coon diggin' in the crates
snack attack ready to smack cats who can't relate
get to hissin' and dissin' get detached from ya frame
I, the MosHigh, drop bolts that ignite and shock the plain
not only within hidden elements am i relevant and hang
but i also know the right spots to poke and prod on ya brain to make ya insane...
"Fuck fame... I'll shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim." - Masta Killah (One Blood)
"Kiss the pyramid...experiment wit high explosives. I slap box wit Jesus....lick shots at Joseph." - GFK (Daytona 500)
Ah yo i'am something of new here and I'll take someone on in here yo.
aiight Jragonsoul...here you go.
young at heart i Maxwell to Get Smart
facts sell so pay attention to the gallery of art
outerlimits i penetrate shockwaves tear Juniors apart
oneironauts get caught sleepin' only in their dreams are they peepin' the darts
Kool kids need Aid when deadly ass verses are laid
Gangsta PATernal father styles that are eternally handmade
burn a few Souls and leave flesh crisp on hot coals
Son should unroll the scrolls and learn fire i smoke in Jragon bowls...
"Fuck fame... I'll shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim." - Masta Killah (One Blood)
"Kiss the pyramid...experiment wit high explosives. I slap box wit Jesus....lick shots at Joseph." - GFK (Daytona 500)
Someone Step
Hope i get a battle any yoohoos know they wanna a ramble
off at the mouth off the dome and i split em like atoms
80's flow thats heavier than your chickas period period
h1n1 sick slop thats serious im just a prince talkin to king shit
to king excrement your lyrics i use to experiment you delerius
1st of all your thought matter is cake batter full of imaterial
real lyrics is like drugs to your indiviual you bout as solid as ice
while i spit molten to defrost you big words aint sh*t
just heirglypic compared to your lines my rhyme to explicit
make a musical scholar flip jumpin off of the page like jaime foxx the percussionist just leroy just saved your day
im a muder you in the web of threads
hold your head guillotine slice now you losin it
its alot of fakin of the breakin beats and 16's who you with
call your in house a&r and tell your sister you got smote
gods on the wuthangcorp do justice and murder he wrote
a whole rap to say i aint the heirarchy just a jughead and
sh*t stain on this rap thang p.s. J.l. Is hard as hell
Right outside.
Your all garbage. You guys aint post shit within months.
I challenge anyone to dare step-up against this.
Any body want war sound the bugle
it aint no yankee doodle its the union g
you the victim raps get rip in the system
now your torn like latoya luckett mind of soldier
body of spilled milk right before I exit Im a step over you
never stood up never had a chance you
my ex came thru on the a.m. awoken the dude
I got some ass but you got fuck'd
call your favorite rapper and tell em he fuck'd up
all the time he spent in the booth he should of been an actor to show you
watch out Im holdin the 4 big game come me make em hump the floor
Last edited by just_leroy; 10-10-2010 at 03:00 AM. Reason: no title
Right outside.
Im about to open this shit foreal
Battle who down
The legend of battles is within the art in which I drop ya,heres a story about a kid with a bugged famm and fat father,Mattlocka,nigga couldent even hold his gat propa,drank vodka and splashed it over trailer park tits,lookin for an angle to spit,but before u bump ure angelical lips,Ill split ya fuckin face with 10 Samurai hitz,windmill of blades shave and reform ure age,been contagious with rhymes since that grime built up the graves,in ya local cemetery,illusive spits are weapondary,load tha chamber with darts if u wanna pick up the art of secondary,.....every fuckin seconds scary,when u vibe with the flow,copper wires to my desire strung to tha sides of ya throat,psycho shit like Michael Myers,Halloz ween out ya ghost,destined for death in the flesh im fuckin packin flamethrowerz for toast,that explode..... and rearrange ure frame for a day.Lockmatt out of his own crib while me and his lady friend are just fuckin away,through tha window hes sees her suckin away....now i kno u got sumthin to say...so ill sit back with a bucket to blaze,a cluck n sum shades,freshly shaved,PoLo dipped,so peep the script::ure half my lyrical age, better pray i dont freestyle a whole page,or u can change ya name to hurtlocka,remind me of a middle eastern church doctor,that had his mid life epiphany SpitBoxing with ES666 tha Demonic Earth Monster,
"We discourteous creatures, features of repetitive
feaster's,that pray on the opposite optical of logical people"http://www.myspace.com/eversick0666
.........guess not,,
"We discourteous creatures, features of repetitive
feaster's,that pray on the opposite optical of logical people"http://www.myspace.com/eversick0666
next muthafuka that post can battle me!
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