i SPIT shine my own throne...
i SPIT shine my own throne...
"When I die bury me with the LO on...Official to the death for all eternity and so on"Lo Down & Dirty" WASTED ON THE USUAL WIT MOM DUKES WAITIN ON THE FUNERAL""MY MOUSTACHE LIKE ADOLFS"-Ghostface
Rollin into town w/ green packs in the back
Cops right next to me, watch how cool I react
They don't know shit and my head stays tight
Baggin up the endo, everyone gettin high tonight
They breakin up buds and I'm breakin up bread
Take care of the work and then I feed my head
Some choke off da smoke, you can't see through the room
Kick back relax and let the bass go boom
fuck a rhyme whore with boards that be 4x4
nine inch nailz deadin bodies so fraile they crack like shells on snails
i get wet like paracites that ride on the backs of whales
drinkin from the grail.....cause Concept gets ill yo
ya tom foolery aint foolin me i decrypted the divici code
my heart is minus 50 degrees of cold
hearted like cardiac arrest
bless the mic while suckin the breathe out ya chest
lace the cess
with the most rugged drug that penetrates skullz like slugz
slow off top but kill the writtens that busts ya mugz
hot as hell on fire wit spit fire aimed at thugz atire
imma perspire....cause i bead bitches pours
got ya open like raw infected soars smothered in sars
back lash the computer graph and split atoms in half
"When I die bury me with the LO on...Official to the death for all eternity and so on"Lo Down & Dirty" WASTED ON THE USUAL WIT MOM DUKES WAITIN ON THE FUNERAL""MY MOUSTACHE LIKE ADOLFS"-Ghostface
yo nigga you no Concept be a made man
fingure fuck ya bitch and give ya daps wit the same hand
nut avalanche wit ya dame skiin on my dicks substance
drunken awkward raps role up ya crew in obundance
i got my eye on ya moms while u still lookin for sumpthin
blow up the spot like spontaneous human combustion
chew niggaz up and spitt out they wack rhymes with human consumption
the block is hot and i aint tellin jake nothin
so you must be lien threw ya teeth when suckin dick n cum pumpin
yall mid-week like hump day
every other day ya boy gets off on ya other homie
you plus ya crew must be very lonlely
im spittin off the top still..dont forget you owe me
rape pillage and fucked up every town ive known B
"When I die bury me with the LO on...Official to the death for all eternity and so on"Lo Down & Dirty" WASTED ON THE USUAL WIT MOM DUKES WAITIN ON THE FUNERAL""MY MOUSTACHE LIKE ADOLFS"-Ghostface
Dirtiest grime, smash on the roaches who approach
Toothless bodies bagged and smoked in brush fires
The game is sour like the milk that expires
Bald tires, they be runnin too long
Crowned the king cause I tower like Kong
Smash an ancrobat top act, brilliant when I'm flippin
Territorial dispute, refute w/ the hollow tips that get to rippin
They got bannana peel game, I'm pulling souls out they frame
Hang you a buck-fifty and I ain't gettin no change
Can't run from the four-five range
Get too far in the game and fools get strange
Can't even trust my main dame
So I declaw these pussy cats with baseball bats
Dryin they feet in concrete vats
Time to take a swim and that's that
Droppin off of boats in spots remote
The shark attract to the blood from throats
Seafood to a killer species, I'm similiar to those beneath me
welcome to the wu dojo
Concept rides in wit four hoarsemen but we aint playin polo
rip herbs in half by myself spittin solo
i hate the matrix but im duckin cats shots in slo-mo
bow down to the street and lick the bottom of my feet homo
my raps so tight i got the taliban screamin OH NO
off the top with a fresh rap yall so-so
not even like a see saw tweekin cause Biggies on the bottom and my minds off the meters
cold hearted with heaters
so i contradict myself
the diiference between me and you is i spit for wealth
blow off the dust like records on top shelf
if i spit weak like you id fuckin bury myself
lol on the raw drunk tip nigga
Last edited by tha god concept; 05-25-2006 at 05:36 PM.
"When I die bury me with the LO on...Official to the death for all eternity and so on"Lo Down & Dirty" WASTED ON THE USUAL WIT MOM DUKES WAITIN ON THE FUNERAL""MY MOUSTACHE LIKE ADOLFS"-Ghostface
"Hang you a buck-fifty and I ain't gettin no change"
you got raw there nigga ...thats a killer line
"When I die bury me with the LO on...Official to the death for all eternity and so on"Lo Down & Dirty" WASTED ON THE USUAL WIT MOM DUKES WAITIN ON THE FUNERAL""MY MOUSTACHE LIKE ADOLFS"-Ghostface
yo every fuckin body should be fleein tha buildin//
when I´m there cuz you know that I´m a real fuckin villain//
still killin, just shillin, doin what I´m skilled in//
lets keep it up yo untill this mothafucka feels it//
you aint shit to, so just fuck it//
next time you se me, you better be duckin//
when I´m pullin tha glock, one shot, two shots//
make your bodies drop bitch, Mr:Merrick cant be stoped//
all you do is talk shit, your lyrics are dog shit//
better duck when I´m spittin cuz my ryhmes are toxic//
better flee when you see me, cuz I leave//
nuthin but your mothafuckin bodies on tha murderscene//
first time in the dojo, but it stiil feel like home,when I cause foam,from seasures due to my sickspearian poem,on a level that's treble,plus much more than base,sharper then blades,clean cutz id get u better profit on those
rainy blackmarket days....
i be the MosHigh
999 flip the Omen
Nemo..Marvel at the new Hip Hop Hero
blast like a supernova
reduce your flow down to zero
burn De niro in Casinos
a Good Fella wit Heat like Pacino
opticals turn to popsicles
froze in a trance
hypnotize ya mind
if by chance you catch a glance
i know i'm too advance
rhymes rush ya hut like angry ants
nggas pant
women chant
parades hold up traffic for the GI champ
i get amped
when i write
inclined to the divine
like a skateboard ramp
stomp my stamp
in ya subconscious
leave your forehead damp
revamp my whole demeanor
the more dro i blow
the more my flow gets meaner
inhale oxygen and trees
since the seventies
i'm like a breeze
cool wherever you find me
blindly type
let my third eye get right wit this device
slice dimensions into sectors
spit a lecture
that travels like a vector
knocking down your gated communtiy
setting off all the smoke detectors...
"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)
u is 3 stripes fool, icarry 5 stars
u be walkin on foot while i ride in ue car
cos am to much 4 u i make tidal waves
i dont fear notin men ,i glide without a shave
there's a thin line between failure and success
unbidden, a poisonous pen's venom begins it's mission
guided slightly by my mind's eye and a bit of lyricism
criticisms bend deeply in the winds of my wisdom
given freely to the seeds needing nurishment during these proceedings
FIRST- TIMER AND OFF DA DOME!
THE SAGA WILL CONTINUE
Surface appears worthless on purpose/
But the service gottem nervous
Enough to call bluffs and go fisticuffs
w/ rough scuffs that'll permanetly fuck you up.
How corrupt to shut what disrupts
and checks nuts. Rather abrupt
to cut what was once a lifeline.
swinging murder air attacks catestrophic gats
pulverizing my culprits, laying down death mats
scrap with minimal mishaps, consume anti-matter fluids
demonizing cupids, inferno exhaled now the fake felons bail
No more cumpleanos mi manos put out hits like italianos
Gravano without protection, cut from throat to midsection
No connection, pay phones, busy intersection,
Misdirection, killers fly in from outta state
Boxing with heavyweights that shoot straight
Greenery pushed up t,he interstate to bake cake
Earthquakes for jakes irrate mindstates
Dominate the landscape, there's no escape
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