keystylin...
keystylin...
Big Pimpin Power Ranger Slappin Hoes Since 1986
midway monster
my pen slay fake mobstas
shouldas twitch when baked in da kitchen
sensei slobbas when spittin
seen the illest inscriptions
written on pillars in heiroglyphs
a killers wisdom
communicated to the fools that hate him
shoot for days and the truth only grazed him
the tools to escape a maze of men
might be a blazin spliff and a case of henn
but whether u claimin fin or playin sick
any bitch's statement could place u in the state pen
my blade's bint
curves sharpened, words sparkin the light
hands blur with the mic
one down, the first of the night
thirsty for fights, goliath ciphers with king midas print
keep lion kid, my body's spent, only my mind exists
spit the only lines sniffed, my flow's iron limbed
iron toes kick you old kids back into retirement
weep for lost babylon,
the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog
bordered by a sea of faults,
fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt
screaming shots, police and chalk,
wingless fallen demons walking among us as people...
-.5Kut
^^^exhibit A
Big Pimpin Power Ranger Slappin Hoes Since 1986
everything is one so what does it matter to me if i consume your soul with jus the breath of one lung finger hit the trigger, your mother wonder why the lord so sour nd bitter, paranoid that the man plantin critters, to dissasemble my figures, takig every lil block from my structure like jenga, have em pull out the right ones so my game dont get diminished, and leave this kiddo finished...
peerin through those movies like the crystal ball to life, jus do- dont ask why...
cannibal condor cause contenders know im fly...
went through ups and downs with this life and the game is my wife..
cant get stuck into the system, i gotta step up and play my political position..
have these demons relinquished, and envoked into my minds chamber of secrets..
peek the sharpeness, military minded no police state confindment cause im always heat seekin.. no missles intended..
working cause of cause??
yoo whys everone soo fuckin wack in this battlle or what ever it is
Took a shit on ya grave sight and stole the tombstone
ET couldn't reach me with a spaceship and cell phone
You can save the bullshit for these kiddie-ass rappers
I'm on the gulf coastwith a spliff eating taco red snapper
Fake actors & wanna-be gun clappers really ain't a factor
When I factor the growth by two, sticky buds leave ya hands caked with the residue
That if true, is worth its weight in gold, I know the deal you can by how the bills fold
Never mold, its airtight in the mason jar and by far I'm holdin down the spot
ATX to world wide we holding down the block
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Soufside's guillines fly on the winds of CHI
pens slice through a coward's spine in half the time
six dice times six lines are fatal
8 Diagrams by 9 chambers on the table
skeleton keys in yellowjackets that chase u
one hundred and eight facials on blank noodles
killa sting infect fake fools
kill ya king, checkmate in two moves
skella-ton, the skilled tongue is swift to blaze jewels
murkout lame students, my flow's painful to chew
droppin change from the roof, doctor strange with the truth
i sharpen blades on ya crew, blood rains from the proof
weep for lost babylon,
the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog
bordered by a sea of faults,
fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt
screaming shots, police and chalk,
wingless fallen demons walking among us as people...
-.5Kut
severin seven skeletons so step sideways
molecule malicious monument mind daze
silver rays array foreplay in the back of the benzy
Spotlight ull be spotted like spud mckenzie
im in a fuckin frenzy swing swords like kenji
im so sharp my shit will rend me
god has sent me with several multi level
atom bombs to calm the arabs an disturb uncle toms
i've elevated recenlty increasingly violent
break ya meat like the pies bent
we get to kissin open up flys then
im a killa in disguise then my rhymes contain cyanide
that'll divide ya tribes lies so never comprimise
wit these guys there guise is mysterious
the amythest lyricist you cant believe you is hearing this
they call me white hands bag grams like grocerys
on the leg on the back no idea where the toast'll be
you pigs im roastin see like a rotisserie
in ya mouth like where my fist'll be
these accurate assassin savages everlastin marraiges carraiges
starin shit blarin clips at a married bitch
lay down your whole fam and break bones
i own seven peices of chrome and condone
loans to my home the catacombs
im stoned official zone shone shiny peices
decreases beefes wit butkus
get shorty tukus i bring the fuckin ruckus
im like a DJ cuz they like whoo dat kid
i smack wigs attack nig then crack ribs
Killbot Beats 2008 NIGGGAAAAAAAAA
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Lawrlz Ya Sniffs???
"we laptop nigga, thugs on a computer." -TheShaolinAssassin
the analitic i shitted on faggot critics
that doubted im kidded wit the fitted
fo shizzed i swizz drigs and furill tigs i drill pigs
its DKG lace seven tracks where the base will be
demons chasing me no idea where there face will be
we howling prowling seven wolves growling
scowling at any nigga fouling
fuck u think this is basket ball "shoot a fake in the face"(WOOO WEEE)
fuck u think this is golf hit the green then escape
fuck u think this is soccer achieved my goals
put pussy on hold cuz im cold rockin black so i shine mo wit gold
i buck the po wit da fo wat you want bluddin
my cuzzins run in wit guns and bring the thugs in
they think they can be fuckin
wit the disruptin eruption it aint nothing
but a bomb waitin to be busted
mistrusted flusted crusted im perplexed
severe ya head leave 9 in ya cervex
you heard this? respect the line like we playin 2 on 2
i got 2's on 2 that'll leave ya melon bruised and blue
cruised coo fuses who chooses to looses
you knew this schooled this and fooled rich
my dicks a dog piss on ya grave wit no remarkin
fuck u think nigga my pubes was barkin
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Lawrlz Ya Sniffs???
"we laptop nigga, thugs on a computer." -TheShaolinAssassin
im the aftermath like interscope
yea i rap about dope and microscopes
since i interloped wit the antidote
hoes get smoked they joked and then spoke with hope
but then i killed it fuckin tore its legs off and banged it
stayin wit the same ol' nine i slang thangs wit
i change fangs wit it spray gangs brains wit it
im the same range kidded the fame craned niggets
or nuggets i shoved it up the but bitch
ho loved it i told hubbit called him up like here ya girl
she screamin I-C-P like she on the Tilt-a-whirl (O MY GOD)
i killed ya girl tied beat and raped her dis is lil ruger
aint fuckin wit no fakers i scraped her napers
and left it gushin she fucked me after that
but i aint messin wit the bushin
i shaved bush like im shankin the president
the same kush i slang while its relevent
im still irrelevant hell bent on twistin tits like nodes
and i stay wit delete nodes then cheat codes
i heat bros streets cold ya feet froze
ya rhymes is not hot go home and reheat those
get the extinguisher m,y shit is blazin amazin
aint never phasin crazin killin caucasians wit teachings from asians
Killbot Beats 2008 NIGGGAAAAAAAAA
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Lawrlz Ya Sniffs???
"we laptop nigga, thugs on a computer." -TheShaolinAssassin
Prescribed to violence, meditate in silence, Why we silenced when the mind-rinsed
They throw in the condensed for free, education in schools to news on TV
Anatomy of mental dissection, penetration and misdirection, inflated midsectin
YOu never made the connection, scared troops when its a battle, yall fall out
Like Spinx 89 title bouts, what's the shout when no one's ready to roll out?
What's clout on the streets when they got brand new heat
peering round the corner to leave you cold on concrete?
You can't defeat the beast that feast on the souls of the weak
With the words I speak, I can only channel the voice of the meek
Faced with the conflict of livin, where you a con for the fact of livin
Slave driven, mentally bed hidden, with all that you givin, what's given?
Regurgitate what sounds straight while the hope deflates like a popped balloon
The sound waves won't save you when you crashed like a monsoon
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dayum! Doc and Vision aint playin games! big ups
weep for lost babylon,
the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog
bordered by a sea of faults,
fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt
screaming shots, police and chalk,
wingless fallen demons walking among us as people...
-.5Kut
the art of bombardment
is about whose darts are sharpest
I card shark squadrons, spades trump
blades swung, they shake and run
faces stunned by 7 shades of sun
half kutt blaze blunt, stage one
lames hung while I awake from Jacob's rungs
seperate a snake's tongue while dodgin venom
CHI block killin em, live shots adrenaline
tie knots on benjamins, still get it in filthy
my penmanship's guilty, pen and pixels built me
gorilla grip kings, instrumentals spit scenes
my victim's scent clings to my pencil's swift swing
weep for lost babylon,
the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog
bordered by a sea of faults,
fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt
screaming shots, police and chalk,
wingless fallen demons walking among us as people...
-.5Kut
^cchhhyeaah
Piledrive from a skydive, head is gettin busted disgusted
If the engine's rusted, might wanna stay outta the race
The paper chase is only as good as the people in place
Got thanksgiving going on and everyone gets a plate
My fate is tied to my people, not a church steeple
That towers over the land as a witness to evil
They peep not even a word at absurd leaders,
Pig-trough feeders, sendin you to death w/ no vest & a jammed heater
Last edited by Visionz; 01-03-2008 at 07:11 PM.
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There's never a verdict emcee's get verbally murdered
No exceptions the crows heard it
Call of the wild spitter, the last comes first niggas
Go wild instead of mild, big reps crush contenders
Planet defender, plus every whip fender, bender
Another crash course collision when my shapes shifting
I was born nice, others are wack, and unforgiven..
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
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