aite homie... ya nine views deep with no feeds.. so im a give it to ya...
needs work... mad work... honestly.. im open to different styles n' shit .. but i aint seein nothin here dats doin it for me.... thats jus me tho... maybe theres cats feelin this typa shit but uhhh.... da flows off.. lines are a bit weak IMO... no personallity... i aint gon go on... jus keep doin you tho... i get hated on daily... never took away from my craft... keep doin ya thing yo... peace
good look 4 da honesty
Stories Told
Pussy retarded verses Bacardi up
Got that fire water going through my veins/
Through n through my niggaz held my back
Got it locked like that now niggaz is depending on GOD/
Holding forth flame the torch I’ll rock it
Like a marathon runner gunning 4 the Olympics/
Clandestine check the lesson tested in hallways
Never flinched I pinched the bag saving some for delf/
Hustle the cluster from Penny told me Denny was
Gonna try n dead me for cake I had plenty/
Thinking they knew I stuck e’m for the boot
Took they’re loot criminal passions was blasphemous/
Back on my grind miraculously touch the heavens
Now I’m down doing seven going past the reverend/
Stories told
Bout glory
Stories told
Bout sorrow
Stories told
Niggaz know
Stories told
You know
We got
Stories
To tell
Ayyo
reminds me of some masta killa shit, shouldv'e kept it flowin'!
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
good look
Yup, the flow is masta killa/ cappadohna like. I wanna do that shit type shit but its weird.
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
Weapons N Arms
Don’t go killing it
I’m the villainous/
Technocratic microphone psycho
Unlike no other emcee trying to be somebody/
Whether it be Jack Dempsey Muhammad Ali,
Or anybody I rock domes like punches, jabs and stabs to bodies/
Thinking ya flow is knotty my spit stay snotty
Lower class rushing crushing machine/
Thinking you fucking wit the network regime
Give me the scheme scam in the palm of my hand/
Banned from the club saying I’m too thug-militant
Giving it the sergeant drilling tip flip the script and began to rip/
If you ain’t got the grip kung fu
Like then leave without saying goodbye/
I blame you lames for the state of the hip hop game
If you ain’t trying to make a name then why pay to play/
I’m on The Pillage; The Struggle home isn’t in the bubble
They’re in The Jungle hold the lions roar rumble/
I wasn’t no silver spoon fed breed house broken
I wasn’t given no golden ticket to pass the line/
I had to work for mine, doing me and mine
Getting our own grind on beyond you and yours/
Weaponry be militant
Armory be invincible
Weaponry be power
Armory be victory
Weaponry be truth
Armory be shelter
Weaponry be health
Armory be prosperity
make your own thread and post all your shit there.
Killbot Beats 2008 NIGGGAAAAAAAAA
http://www.soundclick.com/bands/defa...?bandID=842145
Lawrlz Ya Sniffs???
"we laptop nigga, thugs on a computer." -TheShaolinAssassin
Don’t go killing it
I’m the villainous/
Technocratic microphone psycho
Unlike no other emcee trying to be somebody/
Whether it be Jack Dempsey Muhammad Ali,
Or anybody I rock domes like punches, jabs and stabs to bodies/
Thinking ya flow is knotty my spit stay snotty
Lower class rushing crushing machine/
Thinking you fucking wit the network regime
Give me the scheme scam in the palm of my hand/
Banned from the club saying I’m too thug-militant
Giving it the sergeant drilling tip flip the script and began to rip/
If you ain’t got the grip kung fu
Like then leave without saying goodbye/
I blame you lames for the state of the hip hop game
If you ain’t trying to make a name then why pay to play/
I’m on The Pillage; The Struggle home isn’t in the bubble
They’re in The Jungle hold the lions roar rumble/
I wasn’t no silver spoon fed breed house broken
I wasn’t given no golden ticket to pass the line/
I had to work for mine, doing me and mine
Getting our own grind on beyond you and yours/
Weaponry be militant
Armory be invincible
Weaponry be power
Armory be victory
Weaponry be truth
Armory be shelter
Weaponry be health
Armory be prosperity
Stories Told
Pussy retarded verses Bacardi up
Got that fire water going through my veins/
Through n through my niggaz held my back
Got it locked like that now niggaz is depending on GOD/
Holding forth flame the torch I’ll rock it
Like a marathon runner gunning 4 the Olympics/
Clandestine check the lesson tested in hallways
Never flinched I pinched the bag saving some for delf/
Hustle the cluster from Penny told me Denny was
Gonna try n dead me for cake I had plenty/
Thinking they knew I stuck e’m for the boot
Took they’re loot criminal passions was blasphemous/
Back on my grind miraculously touch the heavens
Now I’m down doing seven going past the reverend/
Stories told
Bout glory
Stories told
Bout sorrow
Stories told
Niggaz know
Stories told
You know
We got
Stories
To tell
Ayyo
Mic Malice
Its Techno incomparable lyrically eating
Emcees for breakfast, lunch and dinner/
Who’s the winner splitting heads wit clavicle
Weaponry sharper than any medical scalpel/
Hit you scrapping targeting system until governmental
Control expose chose flows lost like shows wit no critical direction/
Intercept passes cause classic damage ravage any savage
I’m a master of the blaster casting storms over head like Mother Nature/
Drawn together magna rhymes that bang ya like painters painting billboards
Cut the cords fall to your death/
Most explosive next to meth I ref no matches unless there celebrity death matches molded in clay-motion like Miles Lane/
Bring the pain take names disguise armed knowledge birthed wise
Call me the technical one destroying sons like solar flares/
Got it on L-D who can sell me and my music is a substance abused
Like morphine got you in a dreamy state of mind/
Niggaz wanna spit like The Technical One Man
Who’s the best even now?
Who’s The Microphone Psycho?
Who’s the nastiest emcee in the last five years?
This is microphone malice trying to balance life like a circle circumference
Mic Malice
Its Techno incomparable lyrically eating
Emcees for breakfast, lunch and dinner/
Who’s the winner splitting heads wit clavicle
Weaponry sharper than any medical scalpel/
Hit you scrapping targeting system until governmental
Control expose chose flows lost like shows wit no critical direction/
Intercept passes cause classic damage ravage any savage
I’m a master of the blaster casting storms over head like Mother Nature/
Drawn together magna rhymes that bang ya like painters painting billboards
Cut the cords fall to your death/
Most explosive next to meth I ref no matches unless there celebrity death matches molded in clay-motion like Miles Lane/
Bring the pain take names disguise armed knowledge birthed wise
Call me the technical one destroying sons like solar flares/
Got it on L-D who can sell me and my music is a substance abused
Like morphine got you in a dreamy state of mind/
Niggaz wanna spit like The Technical One Man
Who’s the best even now?
Who’s The Microphone Psycho?
Who’s the nastiest emcee in the last five years?
This is microphone malice trying to balance life like a circle circumference
upppin
...not your best work in my opinion... good flow though and decent imagery, nothing special... keep doing it brah, i know yuo're wlays on you grind...
Nice as usual fam, and good to see ya back martyr expect to read sum fire on here from ya!
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
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