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tha god concept
12-21-2006, 08:09 AM
CHROME KINGS


(CONCEPT)

Tha names concept......i narrarate ya nightmares
ticklin brain tissue......whisperin in ya right ear
the white fear....... im known not to fight fare
unknown but im right there hiddin by the ice glare
with trife stares.....face covered behind the bandana slit
i got you monkeys eatin my bannana clips
RIDDLE bodies wit led tryin to figure out what the ANSWER is
then stay on the low like shellfish and anchors did
sore like cankers kid cause i use my dental to wrekk you
half the cats ive beaten i never even ment to
it was accidental ......nice off the top but deadly with the pencil
the aftermath of concepts wrath got you chalky n stenciled
on the hard concrete......the blood patterns form a portrait
i witnessed ya soul step out its host but tried to ignore it
pure gore spit....got you open like a whores clit
im nasty like performing abortions with a horse dick
more morbid......im kinda like a murderous magician
make ya crew dissapear outta thin air and wind up at the morticians
i drop more knowledge than reborn christian lifers in prison
rockin a make-shift Mcguyver mic made out of a coat hanger and scissors
watch the god make a bitch drop tail like lizzards
over half yall cats dont get my wraps like santas lost in a blizzard
i shoot the gift all winter...and get dumb all summer
stayin dope on tracks like a fuckin heroin runner



(DEAD PREZ)

Turnover the mic, shown n prove who, got bones n brew
Phone blown tones, bullets chew yo hip bone, through the crew
Whipped on, run ya'll bitch zone, an all of they bricks loaned
They skin is like old jeans, cuz they stay gettin stitched on, snitched on
Plus they got no profits,
The devil on they dick, like they shot those phrophets
Yo son, feds been copped they projects
From blueprints to glue hints,
They fly through, in propjets
No lockness, mystery,
They sport strictly, hue tints
They don't do lint (holiday), its just in they pockets
Bombs squads ready to drop shit
On basments wit ox fifths,
Rats runnin under neath, box lifts
Leave'in the towns toxic, n burn the pharmacys
I work on the ground, like farmers be,
Cept my shit is more underground
Produce'in thundersounds
Were them lyrical rapists, wonder round
Push the transaction, through the fan's craft skin
The fan's laugh then,
Tickled cuz the knowledge blows, man's backs in
The multis come from the dope highs,
Dream'in u got choked, died lookin in the rope's eyes
Hickory smoke, pies, smells bringin back nightmares
Gettin chased through a rap,
Juke the wolf's snap, move back, bites tear my nik airs*
Tigh fares, wonder'in through endless white lairs
Can't glance, but might stare,
Best choice, is a chance to ignite flares
Its rare that i lose,
Thats like hear'in christ swear,
Best square like a two
Our i'll make yo chest flare like the flu
Say them prayers like a jew
Who the fuck compared me to you?
U barely a dude,
I knew u was a girl, so spare me the news
Anchient bling,
We own things from rome's rings to jet pink and black couches
The "Chrome" king's, souls wink, while the vets chink and stack houses

*nik airs, if audio it would be said without the E on the end, really nike airs, to fit the scheme its nightmare--nik airs

tha god concept
12-21-2006, 08:46 AM
anyone feelin this????

NASTY NAK
12-21-2006, 09:33 AM
DAMNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

concept u came ill on this enough said son

we shud collab

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J.T.S.
12-21-2006, 10:22 AM
All praises due ya'll show n' proved, both verses remarkable!

Bigot Hitman
12-21-2006, 11:59 AM
^^Good shot on the feed, all

noel411
12-21-2006, 06:15 PM
Nice verse Concept. Good wordplay. Some pretty well constucted lines in there. Solid as a whole. This line was pretty funny too...

"im nasty like performing abortions with a horse dick"

tha god concept
12-22-2006, 08:00 PM
good lookin on the feed!

feed??

Visionz
12-22-2006, 08:22 PM
nice verses, that's some ill shit right here

tha god concept
12-23-2006, 12:08 AM
coming from u unseen..means alot cause ur an official head..thanx for the feed my man


feed...anyone feelin this collabo...took like 15 mins for both mc's

...........?????????????

ArcherPriest
12-23-2006, 07:13 AM
da god's verse was iLL... mad visual and creative.... especially fo a quick drop... dead prez was aite.. seemed to me he focused too much on multies.. sacrificing content

tha god concept
12-23-2006, 07:19 AM
props on the feed priest!

Lil' Ruger
12-23-2006, 07:47 AM
concept loves collabing with the kids lol...

i liked it concepts verse is how everyone has said it is fucking ill

this was had me like awww shit

"Tha names concept......I NARRATE YA NIGHTMARES (nice)
ticklin brain tissue......whisperin in ya right ear
the white fear....... im known not to fight fare
unknown but im right there hiddin by the ice glare
with trife stares.....face covered behind the bandana slit
i got you monkeys eatin my bannana clips"


i saw this awhile ago and thought it was a thread like the spit boxer thread so i delayed....but i guess it was just a crazy fucking callabo..

and this is what i liked from dead prez.

They sport strictly, hue tints
They don't do lint (holiday), its just in they pockets
Bombs squads ready to drop shit
On basments wit ox fifths,
Rats runnin under neath, box lifts
Leave'in the towns toxic, n burn the pharmacys
I work on the ground, like farmers be,
Cept my shit is more underground
Produce'in thundersounds
Were them lyrical rapists, wonder round
Push the transaction, through the fan's craft skin
The fan's laugh then,
Tickled cuz the knowledge blows, man's backs in
The multis come from the dope highs,
Dream'in u got choked, died lookin in the rope's eyes
Hickory smoke, pies, smells bringin back nightmares
Gettin chased through a rap,
Juke the wolf's snap, move back, bites tear my nik airs*

Father N Dangerous
12-23-2006, 08:39 AM
CHROME KINGS


(CONCEPT)

Tha names concept......i narrarate ya nightmares
ticklin brain tissue......whisperin in ya right ear
the white fear....... im known not to fight fare
unknown but im right there hiddin by the ice glare
with trife stares.....face covered behind the bandana slit
i got you monkeys eatin my bannana clips
RIDDLE bodies wit led tryin to figure out what the ANSWER is
then stay on the low like shellfish and anchors did
sore like cankers kid cause i use my dental to wrekk you
half the cats ive beaten i never even ment to
it was accidental ......nice off the top but deadly with the pencil
the aftermath of concepts wrath got you chalky n stenciled
on the hard concrete......the blood patterns form a portrait
i witnessed ya soul step out its host but tried to ignore it
pure gore spit....got you open like a whores clit
im nasty like performing abortions with a horse dick
more morbid......im kinda like a murderous magician
make ya crew dissapear outta thin air and wind up at the morticians
i drop more knowledge than reborn christian lifers in prison
rockin a make-shift Mcguyver mic made out of a coat hanger and scissors
watch the god make a bitch drop tail like lizzards
over half yall cats dont get my wraps like santas lost in a blizzard
i shoot the gift all winter...and get dumb all summer
stayin dope on tracks like a fuckin heroin runner



(DEAD PREZ)

Turnover the mic, shown n prove who, got bones n brew
Phone blown tones, bullets chew yo hip bone, through the crew
Whipped on, run ya'll bitch zone, an all of they bricks loaned
They skin is like old jeans, cuz they stay gettin stitched on, snitched on
Plus they got no profits,
The devil on they dick, like they shot those phrophets
Yo son, feds been copped they projects
From blueprints to glue hints,
They fly through, in propjets
No lockness, mystery,
They sport strictly, hue tints
They don't do lint (holiday), its just in they pockets
Bombs squads ready to drop shit
On basments wit ox fifths,
Rats runnin under neath, box lifts
Leave'in the towns toxic, n burn the pharmacys
I work on the ground, like farmers be,
Cept my shit is more underground
Produce'in thundersounds
Were them lyrical rapists, wonder round
Push the transaction, through the fan's craft skin
The fan's laugh then,
Tickled cuz the knowledge blows, man's backs in
The multis come from the dope highs,
Dream'in u got choked, died lookin in the rope's eyes
Hickory smoke, pies, smells bringin back nightmares
Gettin chased through a rap,
Juke the wolf's snap, move back, bites tear my nik airs*
Tigh fares, wonder'in through endless white lairs
Can't glance, but might stare,
Best choice, is a chance to ignite flares
Its rare that i lose,
Thats like hear'in christ swear,
Best square like a two
Our i'll make yo chest flare like the flu
Say them prayers like a jew
Who the fuck compared me to you?
U barely a dude,
I knew u was a girl, so spare me the news
Anchient bling,
We own things from rome's rings to jet pink and black couches
The "Chrome" king's, souls wink, while the vets chink and stack houses

*nik airs, if audio it would be said without the E on the end, really nike airs, to fit the scheme its nightmare--nik airs


Overall this shit was very nice, high-lighted part in both of your verses is wat stood out to me the most, im diggin it, good ready stay up keep blessin

Bigot Hitman
12-23-2006, 04:36 PM
Thanks on the feed, wnd an knox