jjh_38
08-12-2005, 09:15 PM
Visual:
slice your rhymes like gish
hook you, reel you, pull you apart and sell your dead body like fish
dream crushing analogue rhymes pushing new boundries
you and your crew only rhyme out evil disease
my anthology is deep like the red sea
im right next to you, yet still you cant touch me
get at me with hard shit, i crush it like mechanics
phantasm stimula shock your body like punk antics
i rock human bodies, suicide if you try me
so seductive club dancer, label you a bi freak
you are upon my scope like sniper to target
splash your head, pull you in like a magnet
my shit is box talk massecre infested in your digital
your raps is hot garbage, i violate your mental
my style is sick like VD, im always on ya TV
sellin ass and narcotics like zeiti (pasta)
get over ya self before i damage your health
you get jacked in public housing no matter your wealth
i will stone wash your rhymes like slavery days
grab the mic while you spittin, my selfish ways
dark days locked in my own brain written these rhymes
splashin ya with my lyrical dick game, almost like a nine
look at the time, you gon die in a diesel pit
my shit is a brain hit, the buck lumicification bits
light up the whole crowd like rhythmic arson
film and photograph your naked body like marcus larksson
like a crack child, all my rhymes is hopeless
how you figure record sales make you the dopest?
my raps are like buldges on a jail in mate
niggas high off the lyrical dimes that i create
mousey like a keyboard that i type my hottness on
so seductive like yayo addiction and porn
you can light my shit on fire like a box of dutches
im an abomination of rap, all that and such and such
im in the touchless class, never washin my ass
you cant look through the glass, speed like lance armstrong hell fast
roll my flow up in a rubber and fuck everyone wit it
fuck y'all so much, get dick sick wit it
my style is spontanious, why should i flip it
your crafmatic agazine got condoms in it
poissions swarm on your disc verses and lay eggs on em
nigga trynna spit quck? i verbalize em
King:
You fuckin with me's a gamble.. playin your chips at the tables of death
Holdin your breath.. prayin to God that you placed the correct bet
Cuz ive come to collect debts.. and cripple cassette decks
Got ya Magnavox boom box coppin a teff vest
Mollest sets.. fuses pop whenever King's news drop
Platoon Ops.. chewin thru you like a few loose Rotts (weilers)
Your sorry story's a flop.. made of poorly connected thoughts
That go together like a half inch wrench in a metric slot
The tecs is cocked..and got these bodies droppin like Tetris blocks
So many bullet holes that we could play.. connect the dots
Kid im a vet.. you battle me in hopes of gainin respect.. pathetic aint it
Ya couldn't work a mic (mike) as Tyson's community service agent
Im KingShyt, Assailant.. with the sword form ancient
In morgue basements.. dumpin bodies and leavin no drawer vacant
You's a fool to compete.. im forever holdin the heat.. like thermals
Your rhyme journals.. bout as fresh as a bus station urinal
Down for the count.. we only needed one round in the bout
Blood leakin out of your mouth... gallon amounts
Drain you down to the ounce.. straight brute, like Athletes shoot juice (roids)
Knock you out like a loose tooth.. bring war, i elude truce
Aite.. nice battle man
First to 5 takes the prize.. it's cool if you want to comment but break the shit down if your voting.. peace
slice your rhymes like gish
hook you, reel you, pull you apart and sell your dead body like fish
dream crushing analogue rhymes pushing new boundries
you and your crew only rhyme out evil disease
my anthology is deep like the red sea
im right next to you, yet still you cant touch me
get at me with hard shit, i crush it like mechanics
phantasm stimula shock your body like punk antics
i rock human bodies, suicide if you try me
so seductive club dancer, label you a bi freak
you are upon my scope like sniper to target
splash your head, pull you in like a magnet
my shit is box talk massecre infested in your digital
your raps is hot garbage, i violate your mental
my style is sick like VD, im always on ya TV
sellin ass and narcotics like zeiti (pasta)
get over ya self before i damage your health
you get jacked in public housing no matter your wealth
i will stone wash your rhymes like slavery days
grab the mic while you spittin, my selfish ways
dark days locked in my own brain written these rhymes
splashin ya with my lyrical dick game, almost like a nine
look at the time, you gon die in a diesel pit
my shit is a brain hit, the buck lumicification bits
light up the whole crowd like rhythmic arson
film and photograph your naked body like marcus larksson
like a crack child, all my rhymes is hopeless
how you figure record sales make you the dopest?
my raps are like buldges on a jail in mate
niggas high off the lyrical dimes that i create
mousey like a keyboard that i type my hottness on
so seductive like yayo addiction and porn
you can light my shit on fire like a box of dutches
im an abomination of rap, all that and such and such
im in the touchless class, never washin my ass
you cant look through the glass, speed like lance armstrong hell fast
roll my flow up in a rubber and fuck everyone wit it
fuck y'all so much, get dick sick wit it
my style is spontanious, why should i flip it
your crafmatic agazine got condoms in it
poissions swarm on your disc verses and lay eggs on em
nigga trynna spit quck? i verbalize em
King:
You fuckin with me's a gamble.. playin your chips at the tables of death
Holdin your breath.. prayin to God that you placed the correct bet
Cuz ive come to collect debts.. and cripple cassette decks
Got ya Magnavox boom box coppin a teff vest
Mollest sets.. fuses pop whenever King's news drop
Platoon Ops.. chewin thru you like a few loose Rotts (weilers)
Your sorry story's a flop.. made of poorly connected thoughts
That go together like a half inch wrench in a metric slot
The tecs is cocked..and got these bodies droppin like Tetris blocks
So many bullet holes that we could play.. connect the dots
Kid im a vet.. you battle me in hopes of gainin respect.. pathetic aint it
Ya couldn't work a mic (mike) as Tyson's community service agent
Im KingShyt, Assailant.. with the sword form ancient
In morgue basements.. dumpin bodies and leavin no drawer vacant
You's a fool to compete.. im forever holdin the heat.. like thermals
Your rhyme journals.. bout as fresh as a bus station urinal
Down for the count.. we only needed one round in the bout
Blood leakin out of your mouth... gallon amounts
Drain you down to the ounce.. straight brute, like Athletes shoot juice (roids)
Knock you out like a loose tooth.. bring war, i elude truce
Aite.. nice battle man
First to 5 takes the prize.. it's cool if you want to comment but break the shit down if your voting.. peace