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Wyze Waze Allah
06-05-2007, 04:51 PM
Skool Kid the God emcee u bastards/
I even battled jesus, u see The Passion/
I'm da one who gave da lashes/
Blasphemous flow, venomous potential, metaphysical insturmenatal/
Wats next on my menu hmmm, checc da venue, pic place time, wat ever, i'll get u/
Use curve balls through fast i'll hit, have yo canalope as in my face, i'll split u/
This ain't words from lips, this talk from pistol, but even verbally i got the heart to diss u/
Dissmiss yo wish, just left u wit body tissue, body fluid how i do it/
Thats the light side of skool i can get to the dark park, i rain sins, u gon need noahs ark.
MY DARK SIDE:
The necrophiliac, pedifile, nostalgic nigga gettin into ya/
Burning babies and dogs leaving rabies in da center/
I doubt if i would ever rape a kid but in mental, i might blow a lid/
Demons shook dice wit me and da poltergeist, they all crapped out/
I took the dice the dignity and they last doubt/
I ain't ALIVE, but i tried to be more dead/
I still can't get this 666 birthmark off my forehead/
I got a scorned head, wuz cursed for my thoghts/
Now i'm so powerful, i create rain clouds wit my farts/
I wanna tortune, turn rain drops to darts/
Now gospel is demonic spirituals played by me, fucc a harp/
THE MELONDY ALONE CAN TEAR A FRAIL MIND APART/
This shit ain't for the faint of heart, i'll faint yo heart/
I will get physical, even get spiritual/
Take the blood from yo heart put it in a river my nigga/
And make Moses bitch ass think he performing a miracle/

Wyze Waze Allah
06-05-2007, 04:58 PM
Checc my metal, physical within nature I transform/
Through previous life experiance got my glance scorn/
Spark L's and blaze with haze only to embrace.../
The fact I could be in the grave in days/
Niggas shiest, watch bacc in da streetz cuz it's ill/
15 year old seed gotta pacc steal, cuz it'z real/
No hate, I gotta pacc on pounds around the blocc/
And I ain't heavy, I gotta pacc the 4 pound and glocc/
My old earth stressed bills keep climbing like hikers/
Feel vexed a nigga gotta make too many sacrifices/
In my eyes this, is just hell through diffrent vices/
Selective prices, got a nigga not roccing tha fly shit/
I gets no pussy, can't get hoes wet, wit my dry kiccs/
Half my crew of shorties is upstate doin a bid/
So the only way to live, is through the eyes of a sticc up kid/
I got a nine mili from my main niggy named willy/
He stucc in da 90's like to spliff L's and act jiggy/
Shits pretty, only if u learn to accept the opposite/
I gotta spit, I'm headed out wit mad props to get/
The sky's the limit so I get high as aviation/
ONly get calmed through the kush, dat buddha medititation/
Word to muvva, I'm ready to strike any hating/
Aim, squeeze, and blast without any hesitation/

Wyze Waze Allah
06-05-2007, 04:59 PM
My crew keep lethal weapons, they abunch of Dan Glovers/
I need protection cuz my mouth smoother than tan butters/
Plus I rap like excessive christmas gift lovers/
1 verse and yo ass is mine, like jail soap droppers/
Rappers be prostitutes, enough wit da hoe dramas/
Wat ever happened to Pun,L,Pac, and Poppa/
Hip hop now, ain't nuttin but some soap operas/
Niggas ass kissing, lip pissing, to get popular/
Creativity ain't here no more, but da gimmics is proper/
These niggas will do any thing to get dollars/
I want money, I'm gon to be honest/
I just want a benz where the garage is/
I travel all over to get dollars, fucc poppin collars/
I be in memphis where they say fucc da flaugers/
My crew ain't rappers they trappers, honest/
And all they do is cook coke and conquer/
And they can't hit da stage cuz dey crooks at concerts/
They'll see booksto bookeys, thier hustle game is bonkers/
But they a diffrent breed, they say wat they actually doing/
Real, real niggas out living, they ain't got time for music/
If a rapper that's real consistent, he ain't living what he spewing/
But to me as u can see this is more than music/
This my only way out, not because i'm on da hood shit/
It's my way out of my current life and da emotions it come wit

Wyze Waze Allah
06-05-2007, 05:00 PM
All arise from your knees.... grip the rosary beads/
Talk to the holy ghost.....plead, if u suppose to be free/
Cuz i'm da demon child leave u wild and roastin in glee/
U can praise all u want...... e-mail, even call the G-O-D/
But ain't no 20 summad prayers gon protect yall from me/
All the rest yall flea, it might be best yall leave/
Cuz my shit hits and blasts off dat vest or a fleece/
I'm a demon that seeks, those that are eagerly weak/
And it just so happens ur vunerable wen u pray on yo knees.../
Or praying in general, see dats why I creep in and sneek.../
In yo soul, out of control, and left a place for a feast/
Ain't no place new, it's where u already had evilness eat/
So now it's clear that u really ain't as clean as u think/
Wut u think u better than me, because u pray every sunday/
Than u turn around, speak blasphemous and sin on monday/
See i'm a heapin hethanous demon that belives in gunplay/
And anyday in anyway I could shake and make the earth quake/
It may be sad, may be bad, but atleast i'm true to my ways/
And u can't even to sticc to your religion for jesus' sake/
My savior satan saved me, and it's him I thank/
While u disrespect ur god for summin as small as a drank/
He made yo life granted, so dammit follow da commandments/
i ain't preachin, i'm teachin and speakin to those dat understand it/
He laid his life on a cross, but then u cross him/
Thank god i'm a satanist, i can let satan be da boss then/
Everything I say I do, see now u see I'm true/
U listen to these preach-INGS, the facts is laid yo, religiously ur through/
Shit, even wit my blaze-ING wings and absent halo i'm still better than you/
SO WHO ARE U?..................................

Wyze Waze Allah
06-05-2007, 05:01 PM
Should I be born, not everlastin, only to be blown to ashes/
Should I arise from the ashes only to fall again/
And suffer pain in da brain, send my life to an end/
Or should I end da shit now, put da gun to my chin/
And bring forth a harsh victory, it will be to unbearable to win/
I done been to the hard stage, funerals and graves/
Chillin wit fam afterwards puffin haze/
Only to see them on another family members last day/
But at this faze I'm fed up, like a sicc kid wit aids/
I done accomplished a lil for fifteen year old youngin/
But then Satan and God collide and have more pain brunggin/
I watched final destination, nowhere in there was god apart of the plan/
Neither was Satan, so forget both, I'll take life in my hands/
If this ain't hell, I wonder what it really is like/
Will there be a faded day, dark,bright type night/
If it's eternal pain, Wit stan's plan I might go through/
Cuz pain and suffering is the only plan I'm used to/

Wyze Waze Allah
06-05-2007, 05:02 PM
LIFE, I done tried to escape you/
Now i gotta "Fucc Mankind", like "Sable"/(mankind and sable were wrestlers)
I took the hands i was dealt, the cards and the table/
So how u gon tell me what I been through/
My flow brings life to my new neighbors/
It's like it gives ability to the disabled/
But don't get it twisted/
In this land of roccs, I'm a small pebble/
I ain't nuttin but a horse in a big stable/
I never stick to the grain, the foundation I cave through/
But See, me and jesus christ went to the same "skool"/
I recieved eduction from Mr. Pain and Mrs. Trife Rule/
I sat on bigger shit, that was nuttin but a light stool/
But now my minds full and i use my brains as a rifle/
Life,u gave hardcore shit, thats why i party hardly/
Plus niggas snitchin, now the streets hotter than Jamaican parties/
To calm down I puff marley, and bump marley/
Put my mind on "cruise control" and ride my thoughts like a Harley/
But sometimes i drifts over on da curb/
And get aressted and beaten down by my words/
I lived rough and grew up in da hardest district/
I had very few oppurtunities to be gifted/
So now my activites like my stomach, my hearts in it/
I refuse to be a "fruity" nigga, i feel more comfortable making spinach/
But Life, u ain't always been hard/
U guided my heart wit a poor righteous teacher called god/
His is more gangsta, than anyone of ya'll/
So think twice wen u wanna call yo self HARD/
But after Joy u bring me pain again, Life wat da hell/
U burn the road i walk on, but u brought me to da trail/
I ain't gon commit suicide, but in life i don't plan to excell/
Death is a form of failure, see the truth i tell/
So in reality we were all born to fail/

Wyze Waze Allah
06-05-2007, 05:04 PM
Poison darts sprayed by flaming bows, pearse yo heart/
Get through yo blood stream and tore yo soul apart/
Ain't no complications i'm da illest, wit communication/
Doubt it?, yo eyes dilialated with yo heart palputatin/
I'm ready for battle, bring h2o arrows to a flaming war/
Amazing lord to da point I'm a god cuz I bring the raw/
Poisonous, venemous, viscious, the realest cuz I' ill as shit/
So ill, Lyrically, i'm on my death bed caughin out my will/
Hip Hop is dead, i'm the cancer wit the answer, yea for real/
Poisonous cups of liquor my nigga, here take a shot/
Order anotha round for the house, show me wat u got/
I'm fiendish yet the cleanest strike like a cobra in its defense/
My lyrics from my mind be.....deep like philopian tube eaters/
Leave haters white like cumshots or blank expressions/
I laid a lesson, upon minoins, who excepted my collections/
Recollected through my beast confessions from deep depressions/
Layed laws, I'm a boss, apart of the government, the cab-i-net/
I'm tragic to bastards, cuz my law stands like the 12 tab-i-lets/

MX1
06-05-2007, 05:54 PM
Should I be born, not everlastin, only to be blown to ashes/
Should I arise from the ashes only to fall again/
And suffer pain in da brain, send my life to an end/
Or should I end da shit now, put da gun to my chin/


^^^^i feel what you saying right there

good drop, keep posting

444trumpets
06-05-2007, 08:22 PM
kEEPS IT COMING UP IN THIS MUTHA FUCKA!!!

Wyze Waze Allah
06-06-2007, 04:49 AM
feeedbacc

Wyze Waze Allah
06-06-2007, 04:53 AM
feedbacc

Wyze Waze Allah
06-06-2007, 04:55 AM
feedbacc

Wyze Waze Allah
06-06-2007, 05:00 AM
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Wyze Waze Allah
06-06-2007, 05:01 AM
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Wyze Waze Allah
06-06-2007, 05:02 AM
yo lets get it

feedbacc

Wyze Waze Allah
06-06-2007, 05:04 AM
yo this likwe my best shit

got my 94 nas flow on
feedbacc

Bigot Hitman
06-06-2007, 09:28 AM
u need to put almost all of yo verses in one thread like this:

http://wutang-corp.com/forum/showthread.php?t=25482&page=36

So u don't flood the forum

J.T.S.
06-06-2007, 12:10 PM
I'm fiendish yet the cleanest strike like a cobra in its defense/
My lyrics from my mind be.....deep like philopian tube eaters/

Leave haters white like cumshots or blank expressions/
I laid a lesson, upon minoins, who excepted my collections/
Recollected through my beast confessions from deep depressions/

Nice darts good writing peace.

J.T.S.
06-06-2007, 12:12 PM
God shit allah come bless my slaughterhouse thread!

OTB
06-06-2007, 01:39 PM
keep reprezentin dub dub allah-

peace-

Wyze Waze Allah
06-06-2007, 04:45 PM
I'm fiendish yet the cleanest strike like a cobra in its defense/
My lyrics from my mind be.....deep like philopian tube eaters/

Leave haters white like cumshots or blank expressions/
I laid a lesson, upon minoins, who excepted my collections/
Recollected through my beast confessions from deep depressions/

Nice darts good writing peace.

yeh dat was hot lol

feedbacc

Wyze Waze Allah
06-06-2007, 04:50 PM
feedbacc

Wyze Waze Allah
06-06-2007, 04:55 PM
yo feedbacc

Wyze Waze Allah
06-06-2007, 04:57 PM
yo feedbacc

Wyze Waze Allah
06-06-2007, 05:00 PM
yo feedbacc

Wyze Waze Allah
06-06-2007, 05:18 PM
yo thanx let me get feedbacc

SID
06-06-2007, 05:18 PM
stick all your lyrics in one thread...feel me

Wyze Waze Allah
06-06-2007, 05:19 PM
let me get more feed on my otha shit thouguh

MX1
06-06-2007, 05:43 PM
good shit-liked the flow alot and true content my nigga, keep writing

GameOfDeath
06-06-2007, 07:01 PM
Feeling the flow. The content is straight outta mid 90's street raps. I'd like to hear this over a gritty beat though instead of read it.

GameOfDeath
06-06-2007, 07:44 PM
Everything was coo except the so ill line. And the last bars. This was not bad but nothing really grabbed me. Text rhymes got to be crazy but on a mic this might be nice.

Wyze Waze Allah
06-06-2007, 07:56 PM
feedbacc

Blasphemy
06-06-2007, 09:28 PM
spark a beat and give 16's fiends parkingson's disease
checkin steez, leave altiziemer's with all emcees
all i mention cause tension and verbal hemorrhages
comprehension of the lyrical dimensions i venture in
lets get it, slander the grammar into physics
verbally seperate atoms like fission
mental propaganda answered with lyrics
brains hammered with oral cancer, encryted
into to rhyme codes, hurtin zygotes, kick it
my sly flow makes hearts pulse from scripted
rhyme schemes, design regimes for spittin

Blasphemy
06-06-2007, 09:30 PM
Chorus:
Cuz when its my time to go, i wait for god with the 44
Cuz when its my time to go, i wait for god with the 44
Cuz when its my time to go, i wait for god with the 44
Before u step to me u rather to Jehovah

Verse 1:
Blasphemy is evil on a whole other scale
so wat? I buck at the man who hands are filled wit nails
then make drug sales, smoke el's, see i'm a product of hell
this a horrid verse, i'm below all those down to earth
i'm nefarious i kill various CATS during vaginal birth
my skin is cold n black, like my soul n mac
no horns, just triple 6's my legal guardians caught a heart attack
i'm wicked with the lyrics, SUCKER emcees aren't quite as vampiric
black sabbath, the nastiest shoot black bullets at the nazareth
i cause hemorrhagic cysts, no way me and micheal could coexist
i neva had a pulse, just a chronic demonic, platonic impulse
most don't believe in ghosts, compared to me they a fuckin joke
i'm dope, i'll put a rope around the pope's throat, there's no fuckin hope
i wouldn't slap handicaps, i'm more into hooks
i'ma crook, F wat u worship, i'll cook the book
then piss on the ashes, give Virgin Mary hot flashes
as a yearling traveling overseas killing britans for shillings
steppin out ghetto pavilions, i was a evil civillian tryna make a million
i'm a satanic creature, i shoot organic juices on preachers from my urethra
i keep either the axe, the bat, or my meat cleaver
satan & medusa in my family tree, i keep heat seekers
drop a hot 16 in the 16th chapel cuz i'm the black archangel
i'll strangle babies by their umblical cord and watch em dangle

When i was 12, i went to hell for snuffin Jesus
When i was 12, i went to hell for snuffin Jesus
When i was 12, i went to hell for snuffin Jesus
I'm wavin automatic guns at nuns

Verse 2:
Back again 4 the 2nd time, thought i would flatline...
i told u i was born dead, thats the bottom line
make white cops drop, just to bring up the murder rate
and i bust nuts on nuns eggs just to simply procreate
i visit classy hospitals to see who's dying
drench em in urine, n snatch thier diamonds
fuck peace n the police, i pop the archbishop's jesus piece
i break into retirement homes
put chrome to domes, till their mouthes foam
take victims on tours regularly to the cementary
kill niggas then send the newspapers the obituaries
n don't really deal well with allah either
i'll rip his lung out, n watch em try to take a breather
i go swimmin wit women in the lake of fire
i'm Lucifer Jr. the red hot 16 supplier
crimson prince, got a shadow w/tecs n niggas ain't tried me since
Blas the morning star, god emcee but my flow ain't heaven sent
its evident, u get put in trunks like hangin wit elephants
i'm a bad muthafucka str8 out of h-e-double hockey stick

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
06-06-2007, 09:30 PM
this is dope as fuck keep up da work

Wyze Waze Allah
06-07-2007, 05:34 AM
spark a beat and give 16's fiends parkingson's disease
checkin steez, leave altiziemer's with all emcees
all i mention cause tension and verbal hemorrhages
comprehension of the lyrical dimensions i venture in
lets get it, slander the grammar into physics
verbally seperate atoms like fission
mental propaganda answered with lyrics
brains hammered with oral cancer, encryted
into to rhyme codes, hurtin zygotes, kick it
my sly flow makes hearts pulse from scripted
rhyme schemes, design regimes for spittin

nigga why is u in my thread

Wyze Waze Allah
06-07-2007, 05:02 PM
IN the temple of darts I hit targets, the shits sparkin/
And i bet niggas "kibble", like a "bitch", wen dem gunz "barking/
Outline chalkin, creep night sleep walkin, butterfly knife, hawkin/
Fucc the talkin, keep the tongue near your larynx/
Before u get beat, my team rolls like a phalanx/
But this ain't sparta or rome, not even persia/
But my bars be reapin niggas, wen i spit, i'm wanted for murder/
The soul burgler, jacc for soul ownership of this conglomorate/
I'm bombin it, gosh darnit, white folks even think i'm dominant/
I get the gurls moist from the sound of my voice/
It's liek the drug of thier choice, even wen i whisper they REJOICE/
So please b poised, got guns but lyrically i will squeeze these toys/
Don't front, tell me "watchu want", like the beastie boys/
As the swords swing innocent bystandards get flatter/
Fucc ju-jitsu, i'm like a ginsu, even make bruce lee flattered/
Scattered body parts, like puzzle peaces on da ave./
Life is bad enough, shit ain't addin up, u do da math/
Choose yo path, one is a dark erry hallway/
The other one has light, but travel it, and it'll be along day/
I travel the dark tunnels, it's where I feel the most love/
Wen no flashlights flashed bright, jsut my thoughts as my bulb/
With every flicc of the wrist, its like da flicc of my switch/
I grip this rap shit, courtesy of my clever clinch/
Never flinch, stand my own ground, i'm heavy bitch/
Run da streets like a tracc meet, i run da fence/
Is u dumb or dence, picc or choose/
Before u get bruised, make da wrong choice u get bruised/
I ain't amused is dere a smile on facial/
Hell no, i hate yo, oven bake you/
Get my thugs to take u, kidnap yo kids, while u dead/
And get my niggas to do everything to dem dat biggie said/ (kidnap kids, fucc them in da ass throw them over da birdge)
Before i through them over the bridge u feel in da blank/
Like a felon I thank(think), predicate warship mindstate/
Before da next verse try not to fall of da plank/
THINK

Wyze Waze Allah
06-07-2007, 05:03 PM
IN the temple of darts I hit targets, the shits sparkin/
And i bet niggas "kibble", like a "bitch", wen dem gunz "barking/
Outline chalkin, creep night sleep walkin, butterfly knife, hawkin/
Fucc the talkin, keep the tongue near your larynx/
Before u get beat, my team rolls like a phalanx/
But this ain't sparta or rome, not even persia/
But my bars be reapin niggas, wen i spit, i'm wanted for murder/
The soul burgler, jacc for soul ownership of this conglomorate/
I'm bombin it, gosh darnit, white folks even think i'm dominant/
I get the gurls moist from the sound of my voice/
It's liek the drug of thier choice, even wen i whisper they REJOICE/
So please b poised, got guns but lyrically i will squeeze these toys/
Don't front, tell me "watchu want", like the beastie boys/
As the swords swing innocent bystandards get flatter/
Fucc ju-jitsu, i'm like a ginsu, even make bruce lee flattered/
Scattered body parts, like puzzle peaces on da ave./
Life is bad enough, shit ain't addin up, u do da math/
Choose yo path, one is a dark erry hallway/
The other one has light, but travel it, and it'll be along day/
I travel the dark tunnels, it's where I feel the most love/
Wen no flashlights flashed bright, jsut my thoughts as my bulb/
With every flicc of the wrist, its like da flicc of my switch/
I grip this rap shit, courtesy of my clever clinch/
Never flinch, stand my own ground, i'm heavy bitch/
Run da streets like a tracc meet, i run da fence/
Is u dumb or dence, picc or choose/
Before u get bruised, make da wrong choice u get bruised/
I ain't amused is dere a smile on facial/
Hell no, i hate yo, oven bake you/
Get my thugs to take u, kidnap yo kids, while u dead/
And get my niggas to do everything to dem dat biggie said/ (kidnap kids, fucc them in da ass throw them over da birdge)
Before i through them over the bridge u feel in da blank/
Like a felon I thank(think), predicate warship mindstate/
Before da next verse try not to fall of da plank/
THINK

Blasphemy
06-07-2007, 06:36 PM
nigga why is u in my thread
this my thread bitch lol

Wyze Waze Allah
06-07-2007, 08:34 PM
hell naw it aint

SID
06-08-2007, 05:36 AM
calm down ladies.....ill slay both ya rookie assess

Wyze Waze Allah
06-08-2007, 05:36 PM
Yo Boy Kid a firing menace, menace to society, yep societies menace/
My rhymings infinite, infinitive, my shit will hit, and detemine how long u live/
I spit the new edition of poison without the belle devoe and biv/
My glocc pon cocc becareful wen i bust stuff/
It will be mother nature on her period, i'll just kicc up dust/
Nigga wats da fuss, the yappin, no trappin/
U eat no emcees, i'll make it happen, get the rhyme or nine clappin/
It will be major spine tappin, it will make u crunch like captian/
Who u mappin u will never see me, just see da 4-5 up in 3-d/
Niggas only see gangstas up on tv/
But i have yet to see them on smacc dvd/
Niggas cryin, lyin, why dey spyin on me/
I guess i'm da best and they only aspire to emcee/
But I don't rest, "Show u were it started at", i keep a "hi-tek" vest/
And i'm gon stay spittin ether, and blowin fire to my last demonic breath/
And stay cummin hard, till i bust on the final breast/
This is the fiunal test, if me and meta past we best/
Ain't gon be no restin in peace, so we give them da piece to rest(pop pop)

Wyze Waze Allah
06-08-2007, 05:37 PM
The prolific known gifted, chrome spitter/
Creme getter bricc flippin dome spliter/
I'll rip niggas, get sisters, got brothas pissed/
U a lone wolf das gon get chrome kissed/
For prolonged livin stay in a known distance/
Before the 4-4 won't let u make christmas/
The hired hitman, endigenous bitches on my hitlist/
Ready to bust faggots who even talk wit dicc lisps/
Blaze brothas, Sk is a lays lover,i stay wit chips/
Didn't mean to infect u wit monatany...../
Naw fucc it if u don't listen then u'll be oxygen free/
My flo breathes life in to niggas dead at night/
Nuttin but bastards in caskets livin life/
But wen da day come i can't help them bra/
They move on they own wit dey souls goin heltah skeltah/
The the heavy nigga quicc to whip a welter/
Melt a......nigga for even sayin the word delta/
Felt ya.....last rap...now dat crap, bout as low as nasdaq/
Or dow jones foul home if u ain't ready to bat/
Fucc i'll batter up and hit a Home run wit da macc/

Wyze Waze Allah
06-08-2007, 05:38 PM
Lately my mind been goin through bad work/
I got both parents, they been seperated since my birth/
I went to church paid offering, but wats life worth/
My dad used to beat mom, treat her like hell/
Dats why for every hit she recieved i prayed to lose a brain cell/
My mind make me blind, it's small, dats why i can't "X-L"/
Endanger myself i mind as well, so the spliff i grip and in hail/
I love the fire in da blunt, in my brain it remind me of hell/
Dats prolly why I embrace it like my mom do LL (cool J)/
No balance i display, can't even cook cracc for play/
Cuz the damn weight scale i can't blanance well/
So now it's my half ass lyrics instead of cracc i sell/
I'm 15 prolly been through more then most/
Hate bread rather be dead, to myself i should be squeezein da toast/
Put my macc to my temple and leave as da ghost/
POP POP POP ( I drop to da floor as my soul leaves my body)

Wyze Waze Allah
06-08-2007, 05:40 PM
I'm da realest in da street, i'm da butcher, u always cath me wit beef/
Act up i get the macc and and u will catch me wit heat/
U will never win u always get beat/
Blast yo legs off and make u catch ur feet/
Blast yo thighs and below, make u catch ur knees/
I'm a special nigga, hell i got needs, i'm nervous/
So i pop a nigga if hear sneeze/
Wen i was yung on da grind, yeh i raked leaves/
Now i rake niggas heads like they came from a tree/
I'm on an island, cuz i'm hotter than cammon degrees/
Act fishy, then u'll be wit sebastian,under the sea/
I rap underground, so u can understand me/
If need be, i'll open yo can and make yo shit drip like a cantine/
Princess nigga, stop wit da prancing/
I cover all the terrain, and u just free lancing/
I cause melee to yo brothers, i just start mashing/
If u wanna step, step in a orderly fashion/
Cuz u ain't ready for old fashion gat blasting/
I'll in da drop top, open shop, load up and pop shots/
Then i hop out da ride to leave u wit a blood clot/
I never sleep on my enemies, my eyes be blood shot/
Plus They be worthy opponents or wat not/
So wether or not, the weather is snowy or not/
I still will come through and haccsaw like wood shop/
U a broke ass nigga, yeh u wishin u could shop/
U buy from da blacc market/
U get caught wen u go cop/
Niggas jsut mad i stay fresh to da low tops/
And i ain't a candy rapper, but dey gurl up on my blow pop/
U can't escape da rage, i'll show da definition of hot/
Fucc "parking", i'm sparkin, big enoguh to flood a "whole lot"/
This the ending of this shit, i hope u get the message doc/
Cuz u kno damn well u squirm wen da guns pop/

Wyze Waze Allah
06-08-2007, 05:41 PM
U can check me in da portrait of da last supper.
I don't care about mother nature, cuz the shit i spit make the clouds stutter.
The way i rap i should be a hip-hop vet.
I got God askin questions like, "Kid how u spit so hard and i ain't give this much power to man yet".
Jesus talkin bout," u tha only one that can be mention in tha smae breath as me".
He also said," after u die I'm gon end da world cuz u was tha only one next to me.
I belong on one of dem chinese pirate ships.
Ghanghis Khan used to be on my dick,
Cuz of my swordsmanship.
I could slice yo chin.
Or slice yo neck so thin,
U won't know u dead until u at da pearly gates and a angel buzz u in.
I learn from the boys in da big house how to keep a razor in my mouth.
I got a machette in my jaw now, be careful if i pull my tongue out.
I'll fuck around and slice ya lungs out.
How u gon see me if i take yo eyes out.
How can u feel me if i rip your arms out.
How can u chase me pass the door if previously before,
u tried and blew both of yo knees out.
That's some real street shit, yall know wat my life bout.
In tha last tourney i had to give up my place.
Cuz I'm wanted in six states because of my pitch rate(get it).
I'm in a street mindstate.
I know i rhyme great.
Plus i sell great, I got Microsoft drugs.
I had pieces then Excelled to weight.
Right now i'm in lifes tuff course.
Don't need a supplier.
Got my own coke forest.
My team done started bout 15 massacres.
Wat yall ain't know, I'm one of Cuba's embassadors.
All cuz of tha stuff i did in the in the 305.
Rick Ross on my balls, he owe me a hundred pies.
U can call me wat u want shit, but in miami.
People adress me as Papi' Kid.I got coke and bomb threats.
Cuz my crack advance like new car concepts.
I live by the codes of ride or die, And try,
To make my crime scenes so hard to figure out,
That FBI investigators framed it to make it look like a suicide.
I'm such royalty, peeps,
When i pray god buzz me up to one of heaven's first class suites.
I could care less if u a isrealite.
I know my fishscale lite.
I stop sellin weight, and started sellin my victim's cellealite.
But from my passed hype,
I got fiends lining up for me to they base pipe.
Man ,I'm through with the dream chasein, I'm reality facin.
But i can't give up till i go tha direction 12 o'clock facin.
Bitch ass emcees need to hold up, and fuckin grow up.
Look at the set i throw up, i could give a fuck if u throw up.
My gat will make u blow chunks.
I got to much potential, can't let dat pass.
Personally i think in tha rap ranking i jus below Big L ass.
Meanwhile i'm wit da lames, i smell ass.
I fell stranded on datpiff cuz no matter my don'ts and do's.
I feel like one of Az's albums I'm hot, but i get mediocre reviews.
But anyway since i'm so nice.
And i live life right.
God owe me so many favors i can go through life twice.
This real hip hop here.
To all yall haters, if u ain't seein me in my opposite of prime dear.
Dissappear to the rear.
It's crazy how i survived in the streets.
I had to go through more dirt than baseball cleaks.
In VA u had to keep yo gun tucked.
And if u had a problem in hair(here).
Then u got "touched up"(get it).

Wyze Waze Allah
06-08-2007, 05:51 PM
Crucify any emcee to walk on earth that ain't he/
He is I and I am him so he is me, believe me/
Burning wacc rappers to completely delete thee/
No need for the chattin teeth, goddammit chief/
If a rapper beef he gettin turn to blasted meat/
Erected lastin heat, blast everlastin peeps/
Caused lead traffic in niggas fake platinum teeth/
No need for chokin anyone wit jsut one rope piece/
If i strangle,I do it from the juggler to da ground beneath/
Wen it's chokin time I gets fun wit mine, bess believe/
Choke the person, it's surroundings, choke the grass and weeds/
Rappers been thinkin they ass is clean, at the scene/
Thinkin it's all serene, then i come and douse wit gasoline/
The eclectic rappin fiend, dat will jab yo seems.../
Till there is nuttin left but crappy string, nawatimean/
Daggit dag nabbit flow slicc like vasoline/
I have to beef, slap a freak so hard it chap his cheeks/
Burn a freak till her pussy reach it's flaming peak/
I damned those dat creep as I dangled in valleys deep/
Punishing those that followed footsteps, I had but never seeked/
I was a G at 13 I was reppin C's/
While faggits in da streets was reppin police/
Now I'm wiser, I reppin nuttin but flaming beats/
See life is too bad for me to be stucc in it's minus/
I still chill wit see's to tell the truth and to be honest/
But I rep a set now, then it's hip hop at it's finest/
Damn can't help dat i'm blined mined/
Can relate to abiding laws but i'm street siding/
I always did good in skool it's no hiding/
But fucc gettin an "A", rather be "D"-sided/

Wyze Waze Allah
06-08-2007, 08:18 PM
its watever, shit,

RADIOACTIVE MAN
06-08-2007, 10:32 PM
that shit was nuts son,keep it up

Wyze Waze Allah
06-09-2007, 06:54 AM
let me get sum feedbacc

Wyze Waze Allah
06-10-2007, 11:42 PM
Chorus:
Yo arms too short to box with god/
Yo blade too small to swing with I/
Wit one swing of da sword u die/
U gettin at me c'mon dats suicicde/

Yo arms too short to box with god/
Yo blade too small to swing with I/
Wit one swing of da sword u die/
U gettin at me c'mon dats suicicde/


*Clears Mind*
*Stuffs blade throat*
*Warns 5poppin*

Verse 1:
Let me get my hands on u, I swear I'm chokin ya/
Blade?, u barely even an envelope opener/
U never can "cracc my flow", u just ain't "dope" enough/
U ain't got a "mind"state to raise any hell/
I'll "open yo cells", like u "escapin form jail"/
Death bed flow, see wit da rhymes i'm sicc/
U "fuccin yo bitch on her period"?, cuz u got "a blood on yo dicc"/ (5poppin wad up bitch)
I'm T-rex, nigga your a wombat/
So it's clear u ain't ready for lyrical combat/
U softer than sharmin so who u harming/
U ain't nuttin but a butter knife, but can barely cut da margerin/
My bullets flaring and they soarching/
Fly high, too hot, they scorching/
Leave body parts arranged in various assortments/
And yo slob ass friend can get it too, he done/
Only way yall "gang bangin", is for triple x camera fun/

Chorus:
Yo arms too short to box with god/
Yo blade too small to swing with I/
Wit one swing of da sword u die/
U gettin at me c'mon dats suicicde/

Yo arms too short to box with god/
Yo blade too small to swing with I/
Wit one swing of da sword u die/
U gettin at me c'mon dats suicicde/



Verse 2:
That was verse one, time for the sequel/
Yo life is almost done, i'm gon bring it to it's prequel/
I'm a villain that gets evil, leave u see through/
Beat yo ass, once I creep up inda grass like a beatle/
U bluffin, and yo bitch, watch how quiccly I roll him/
Yall playin texas hold em' wit yall gats, fold em'/
Battle my crew, then my dude yo lifes to an end/
Cuz at a "science fair" only way yo "set gon win"/
I already battled u once, ripped u till u was thin/
U wanna freestlye all day, but u don't wanna battle me again/
Nigga u can't rap, could careless how yo poccets fat/
U even "dissin a type of cheese", how corny is dat/(chedda was hood)
U dissin niggas u kno won't get bacc/
I'll move yo "whole crew behind me" and jacc/
Now dats wat i call a " minor "set" bacc"/
U luccy I'm not even tryin then u really would get clapped/

Chorus:
Yo arms too short to box with god/
Yo blade too small to swing with I/
Wit one swing of da sword u die/
U gettin at me c'mon dats suicicde/

Yo arms too short to box with god/
Yo blade too small to swing with I/
Wit one swing of da sword u die/
U gettin at me c'mon dats suicicde/



Verse 3:
U tryin to actin like u got heat, u bluffin I see/
Yo hood wouldn't even be gangsta if it wasn't for E/(eazy e)
U wouldn't even be born if u wasn't for me/
Be luccy the condoms i bought were cheap/
Or yo ass would still be apart of my skeet/
Got many k's, leave u in a "7 daze", u "week"/
U "coming of age", without "understanding"..your future is "bleek"/
U thought u had the whole site on yo bacc/
Now u bitchin and the site don't want u bacc/
Nigga I clicc clacc, "mad beautician", "push yo wig bacc"/
Bullets size of "miccy d's fries", watch for da "big mac"/
"Used yo last mind change", now your "foolary is spent"/
I'll come to compton, "run yo chain", like "jewlary sprints"/
Wit one lyrical shot I spew, u "turn blue" like a "tookie event"/
I'll drown yo whole family, u kno, "pool yo descent"/
This is just the begining, kep talkin and u'll just see"/
I'm da "phyciatric moses", roll "blended gangs", "part yo mind", like a "red-C"/

Chorus:
Yo arms too short to box with god/
Yo blade too small to swing with I/
Wit one swing of da sword u die/
U gettin at me c'mon dats suicicde/

Yo arms too short to box with god/
Yo blade too small to swing with I/
Wit one swing of da sword u die/
U gettin at me c'mon dats suicicde/

Bigot Hitman
06-11-2007, 12:06 AM
The screen name is Wu fan 4 life 16 , we can speak on the piece there that u wanna do.

Wyze Waze Allah
06-13-2007, 09:42 AM
Strattling the fence, gots me menced/
Life got me pissed, niggas like to riff/
Niggas got 4-5th's, I only got my fists/
So how i'm gon survive, wena nigga raise and lift/
I feel helpless, the way niga livin is trife/
Caught in da road, of right and illegal life/
But Who Lives Legal Right?/
I don't know...so i try to travel to suffice/
It's only so far I can go, on my 12 speed bike/
I pedal all night, until my legs is lost/
Only to end up, where I fuccin started off/
The worlds strangelation, got my neccs fully bruised/
God throwin me "emmit smith", so I "catch 22's"/
All I been through, I should just Poof/
Can't even watch my bacc, without gettin a masseuse/
As soon as i get a grip, shit comes loose/
Man, The world is a bunch of bullshit this is proof/
Man, The world is a bunch of bullshit this is proof/
Man, The world is a bunch of bullshit this is proof/
Man, The world is a bunch of bullshit this is proof/

Chrous:
Man, u get two things they get takin away twice/
A nigga gotta hustle, but I try to live right/
I'm trapped in hell, so I gotta raise da roof/
Man, the world is a bunch of bullshit this is proof/

Man, u get two things they get takin away twice/
A nigga gotta hustle, but I try to live right/
I'm trapped in hell, so I gotta raise da roof/
Man, Life is a bunch of bullshit this is proof/

Not Knowing when someone might bus/
A president, dat we can barely even trust/
Gurls catchin shit, in da mist of some lust/
Drug dealers gettin caught, gettin shot in a bust/
....This is da shit dat affects all of us/
So to make shit right, gotta do more than fuss/
But just wen u try to make a change/
Lifes "cell signals", straight send u "outta range"/
I kno it's enough to wanna blow out yo brains/
Wen u got yo signals on, and dey switch up da lanes/
A nigga clothes, not fresh at all mane/
But i'm tryin to refrain from sellin cocaine/
Aint no such thing as a straigh route, gotta have loops/
Man Life is a bunch of bullshit his is proof/

Chorus:
Man, u get two things they get takin away twice/
A nigga gotta hustle, but I try to live right/
I'm trapped in hell, so I gotta raise da roof/
Man, the world is a bunch of bullshit this is proof/

Man, u get two things they get takin away twice/
A nigga gotta hustle, but I try to live right/
I'm trapped in hell, so I gotta raise da roof/
Man, Life is a bunch of bullshit this is proof/

Wyze Waze Allah
06-13-2007, 02:07 PM
let me get sum feedbac

Wyze Waze Allah
06-22-2007, 02:16 PM
Welcome to the realm of the blazing domes/
Heads led and paved in stone with amazing chrome/
Leaving life with "less signals", than a basement phone/
Enemies "abuse wit da same moves", like "raping gnomes"/
Concrete creatures bring the ether wit da asphault/
"Heads flung", like "cheerios in a spoon" as a "catapault/
As the radical sword swings, phenomically harassable/
Unsurpassable, that will dap at u from a battles view/
With battle fuel as glue with thoughts that lasso crews/
Majestic magical cattle, 40 cows dat will bash-ur-rules/
My warfare tactics is like fat bastards, last-to-lose/
Scalp skin dousing courtesy of a burning fire, earned desire/
With victims loud screams, beaming like screeching tires/
In dark caves natives like new slaves, leased-n-hired/
While cerabelams rain down from the hands of the skys sire/
And the blood left over is drank from skanks with high desires/
And will fry-a....any bastard who conquers what they aspired/
Meanwhile domes are still flying even wen the riot is tired/
Spiritual demons get signals, as the grapevine tells the every skys word/
Vertabraes seperated, from the baccs of men, ripped from thier next to kin/
Bones use as toothpiccs, for who ever was luccy enough to catch the win/
Flys feasting on ever thing from the frying forarms to thier feceaces/
And actually asses are anxiously acting like a whole nother speacies/
No bandage for the venomal uncured itch, they bleed out watever deseased recived/
As the decived decieve desperately to rise to the declararing eve/
Documentating, the damage done, with informative deeds/
Deformed leaves, form to new born trees, with crooked branches/
Damn madness, got medeval minds thinking deeper than atlantis/
While the predators, "act as muslims", ready to "prey on da weak"/
As this side action goin, the heads are still rollin/
As if a pro bowler, put his index and middle in da nostrils and rolled 'em/
All formerly formed victorious plans folded, became carroded/
Then the scriptures became as stiff and stolen as the ones who wrote them/
Life is going away fast, each searching for thier last open token/
And brains are using bouyancy, while delved in da water, so hope is still floating/

OTB
06-22-2007, 02:33 PM
the vertebrae separated line waz seriously butter-
props-

and the last 2 linez brought it home-

hit me up for feedback anytime yo-
peace dub dub-

Wyze Waze Allah
06-22-2007, 03:36 PM
Bazooka flowers, innocent appearances, blastin towers/
They will clap-a-coward, for the simple fact-of-dollars/
As thier lillies reach thier buds out, for a grasp-of-power/
Each seed produced diffrent then the next, more fast-n-fouler/
Each mean seed spreads, like aids, through african prowlers/
Sellin stims of thier victims, is a way of drug trafficing to get wilder/
As a sprout gets stepped on, water shines from roots to commemerate/
The life that was lived, and how he risked his life to obliverate/
They seem calm as they represent, they appear content/
Wit one sniff, of the rose, gas is realeased straight from Ausch-witz/
The flowers control the garden, with their charm shit and harsh-wits/
Rain acid down with authority and the farce-spit/
Ain't no pardons, when u mess with them, no remorse, watch yo heart-quicc/
They shoot thorns with scorn from night to the dawn, get a dart-slit/
Some dandylions, are too mature, the ground they be bussing-through/
As other's roots, get cleansed by the insect infected dirt they accustomed-to/
Turf wars between diffrent types, not any single one-is-alike/
Even new borns are steady insight instigated heavy enough and ready-to-fight/
All Trees run the outer maps, they get respect cuz of thier growth stats/
Fake thug flowers, get abolished like slaves, to the venus fly traps/
The daddy leaves out every day lurking for water for the fam and sun to bathe/
While the kids and wife left desperately until pops bacc, extra H20 to da one who behaves/
Some flowers raped for their waves, stipped of thier "bared fruit", and slung in a cave/
Some snatched beacuse of thier "vegitation", that they birthed and paved/
Gotta be on da lookout for jump-out, u kno cuzz them "rabbits hoppin", they try to scare it/
But they jump too high and fast, so they instantly get away with the "carrots"/
Perverted flowers feasting on female sprouters, thoughts brought by a savage heritage/
Others argue, for their "seeds", and give up no longer letting their marraige live/
But nevertheless, the community stays with steap bangers wen dey reach anger/
Although they can't stop the "caption" of the "carnations", for thier "cheap labor"/

OTB
06-23-2007, 09:55 AM
you killen em wyze-

other headz can put their tu-lips on your ass if they think they seein you-

word up-

Wyze Waze Allah
06-23-2007, 11:18 AM
you killen em wyze-

other headz can put their tu-lips on your ass if they think they seein you-

word up-

thats word as bond yo

Bigot Hitman
06-24-2007, 11:38 PM
I ain't gonna lie and say i read this, but i can tell by the structure, the lines are way to stretched, and couldn't be rapped over a regular beat. With no flow, your delivery would be ass, and the track would be trash. Just try rappin the lines over any instrumental and u'll see. Give me your real Aol name.

Wyze Waze Allah
06-25-2007, 06:59 PM
I ain't gonna lie and say i read this, but i can tell by the structure, the lines are way to stretched, and couldn't be rapped over a regular beat. With no flow, your delivery would be ass, and the track would be trash. Just try rappin the lines over any instrumental and u'll see. Give me your real Aol name.
zenithlife@aol.com

Wyze Waze Allah
07-09-2007, 08:32 AM
Wyze Wizzy as-"THE WHITE HOUSE"

Mudda fucca I'm da white house, and I beez that for a reason/
And i'm gon remain this way, this color, through pure treason/
I stay with crime "behind my doors", but there will be no raids/
I stay with "dirty diccs within my walls", I swear dat I got aids/
My front lawn is like a empty stage, wit a garden of ignorance/
Catering... rigorous, gotta "stay trimmed"...my "bushes are venomous"/
Even though my skeletal, "got foundation"...i'm "boneless"/
With my "windows as eyes", dat just stare at da homeless/
I stand firm with stubborness, but liberty wise i'm on a bungie/
Flagpole is my middle finger, a big FUCC U to odda countries/
For dinner I eat "condaliza rice", at a very cheap price/
It had "no flavor", "real bland", from a lacc of "real spice"/
But "the dish", is gonna make a lot of money, no firm doubt/
Shit already from wat i heard the shit been "sold out"/
I stay gettin "dumped with trash", i'm like "governments ass"/
Shining, blinding my "dicc is chainey", I "fucc with flash"/
I "blast and bash" all voters, like I got a little trigger wit me/
But come 08'.....I might have a little nigger in me/....VOTE OBAMA!!!
Wen I had "Bills" and went to "bushes", yeh I had a switch in me/
And if shit go fucced up, next year, I might have a bitch in me/..FUCC HILARY
The people?, HELL FUCCIN YEH, I'm Holdin them with fear/
I got more popo gaurdin me, then in da hood patroling in-a-year/
Just watch me in slow-mo, you'll see "movements of a homo", my dere/
I even got little kids "playing with my wuffle balls", "in the rear"/..LITTLE LEAGUE CAN SUCC MY DICC
Even though I don't have my own thoughts, and my mind is "hand me down"/
I still will "never budge", "for a judge", I will "stand my ground"/
In my own lane, I'm "summin like a gang", but only i'm insane/
But the "people who repped me best", got popped in da brain/...Lincoln, JFK waddup
All the crimes I got away with, u would think I would be droppin sum names/
But I will never ever snitch....i'm too busy just joccin their fame/
Just think of all the letters I ignored about the war, I hid them from my homie/ MY NIGGA BUSH
Think of all the damn thoughts I got going on in my big ass dome b/
"Conspiracy after conspiracy", goin on "within me", think I don't kno wat I'm speakin out/
On da real my nillz, I got so much guilt for that shit, I, "skeet it out"/
ME SKEETIN IT OUT.....TAKE A LOOK
http://bensguide.gpo.gov/images/symbols/whitehouse_front.jpg

Wyze Waze Allah
07-09-2007, 08:35 AM
Wyze Wizzy's Mathematcs lol

The illmathematic mathematician on a mission/
I stay addin on my shipments, by subtracting all divisions/
Stengy nigga, I just let my wealth dangle/
So if I gotta give away a piece of the pi/
It's gonna be an acute angle/
Had problems with my shit, had to do a renovation/
I have to stay in front of the watchers like the angle of elevation/
Wit no hatin, my crew will get into-ya/
We think on the same thoughts, our minds are collinear/
Quicc to prey on a nigga that look paranoid/
Three of my niggas blast toys, hit at yo centroid/
We shoot shins, bullets leave yo crew bent/
Got two macs, one big as fucc, the both congruent/
U and all yo niggas, rap with them gay-triccs/
U surrounded by more zeros than a diagnal matrix/
Niggas is bitch, so I be damn if I fear em/
They only appear hard, like the pythagorean theorem/
In da streets, I gotta have my own endeavors/
Cuz niggas mouths be like a power series, go on forever/
I'm waitin for a peon bitch, to speak some non sense/
I'll come through, break thier blocc down to quadrents/
And disect it to decimals wit my squadron/
I often puff L's, thinkin of a perfect place to go/
My thoughts be lopsided like the hispanic to blacc ratio/
Our religion and minds fucced up, blame da turahs/
I'm bout ready to drown and sufficate horses wit a flaming torus/
I can't roll solo, Gotta roll wit bangers/
Cuz to be in danger, rather have my head on a hanger/
Guns is a must, so I draw like a cheap painter/
It's either that or get years subtracted from my life's remainder/

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
07-09-2007, 11:36 AM
wow interesting concept man this was great man i loved the flow and the way it progressed through out the verse

Wyze Waze Allah
07-10-2007, 11:27 AM
can I get feedbacc on this please

Wyze Waze Allah
07-10-2007, 11:36 AM
just raw spittin yo
This Drop Was Inspired By Probally The Best Album EVER!!!
http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B000000509.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg

Wizzy's BOOM BAP
Animal instincts, stay rambling wit my canibal hissings...WARNING SIGNS!!!/
Leave u MORTIFIED, have yo mom give birth in a grave like u BORN TO DIE!!!/
I eat souls whole, leave u TORN INSIDE, mental temple telepathy send u ON A RIDE/
Shit aint funny, clappin poccets, jaccin wallets till niggas got no money, like dey worked a 4 to 5/
My saliva like acid wen it HIT THE FLOOR, don't make me have to Rambo THIS HORE/
I'm cheatah lion tiger slash mothra, give me a godzilla rapper, i'll fry HIS CORE/
I'm takin dealings, raw killins..."ROBBING GIVENS"......Like "TYSON'S HORE"/
Death is affordable, for u poor lil fools, but with life, the PRICE IS MORE/
I wash away all snake eyes, like crapping out with DICE AT SHORE/
I never knocced to get in this mudda fucca, wanted more so I SLICED DA DOOR/
Sk SHEIST AND RAW, known to pop out more, and squasha nigga like MICE ON FLOOR!!!/
Hogging out like i'm TWICE DA BOAR, bring that cracc flavor like SPICE ON RAW/
Slice ya balls, savage, animal habbits, "eat K-9's" like...put "RYE ON DOG!!!"/
Nigga u bluffing, be "researching wit no result", like u "SPY ON FOG"/
Return of the crucial criticism, that clicc clacc MENTALITY/
Dat Boom boom ruccus that expose the bazooka where my BRAIN MATTER BE/
Take it bacc to 88 "wit da CRACC FLO", "street sweep niggas wit da PAP FLOW"/
No chemical dependency within me YO, SO me "ACT WIT SMACC?"......NO/
I took hiphop for ransom..demands fufilled, SO FUCC IT U CAN HAVE IT BACC/
U "stay on my dicc"....sensation fufilled, SO FUCC IT U CAN "PACC DA SACC"/

OTB
07-10-2007, 12:10 PM
dope-

you could even add a
chorus and another verse
to this (illmath) dart wyze-

peace-

Wyze Waze Allah
07-11-2007, 11:04 AM
can I get sum fedbacc

OTB
07-11-2007, 01:28 PM
boom bap dart iz dope-

hard to believe youz only 15 yrz-

you got a lot of older cats at
this wucorp sh-t who stay on some
dizney channel sh-t

keep buildin wyze-

peace-

OTB
07-11-2007, 01:32 PM
oh-

az for the dart-
i read the whole piece-

ill style-
raw-


write some more in that chamber wyze-
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