casting spells
lyrically blasting shells
man down who's gasping help
punish your flow with lashing belts
casting spells
lyrically blasting shells
man down who's gasping help
punish your flow with lashing belts
Beg for mercy theyve cursed me with this fist of death
with one fowl swoop extinguish your last breath
Jus' rhyming off the strength of that dope rhyme Pell Mell, peace
With one foul swoop,
my razor sharp claws take out your troops,
soldiers is running scared you aint got time to regroup,
Nas and Wu Tang built the foundation,
Now im gonna lay down the roots
burn the flames at both end, think u've won
I swoop in on the beat and scavenge cha loose change/
rip through darts you's a humming bird I'm a Crow
don't think I am go so quietly beat you down silently/
reliant on flavor when you can bake your own stew
I spit brew brewed with hopps you can't even begin to be hip to/
Slot cha mind, cartraige size
rick roll your flow, think you know you got no idea/
Son your territory i turfed it,
Your wack freestyle I merked it,
Your imitation style I birthed it,
Your future career I cursed it,
murdered for my vigins/they bathe me in olive oil, massage my hurting/
certain that when i birth em, the tribe carry what i had learnt them
We do it for the people.
I'm nice with metal fist and ice picks ghetto shit plus high kicks, my lead blow quick so die bitch!!!
Yo call me an idealist for wanting the world to be a better place,
cuz people r still beefing over money and race,
lifes moving too fast its hard to keep pace,
boombastic hate suckers who's fake n all plastic while I'm wrapped up in truth without wrascally wrabbits like Elmer Fudd ripping triples I got doubles when troubles get brewing I'm Looney Tooning with Goofy buffons flows didn't cha know/
Set your faith than cancel when I detonate with ammo
compose forbidden rap scrolls as I meditate with candles
sever snakes and scandals, I live by the code
I spit fire loads that crisp microphones
lift entire thrones
Metal...that's fire!....i be the MosHigh but you can call me Sire...through the wire nggas perspire...sweating the technique that speak to souls like a choir....
"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)
I’m the supplier your the buyer
my gasoline saliva spit fire
dragon ball flyer melt emcee attire
you better than me liar liar pants on fire
better than my competitor
irregular but stellar
with spectacular venacular
that's anti-matter to chit chatter
when i unload
particles collide with your hide
quarks squirt out the side
as you implode
from abstract a la mode
on the highway to heaven
run you off the road
and make sure your story never gets told or sold...
"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)
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