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Guarded By Martyrs
05-23-2010, 02:16 PM
Cursed Scripts


Jasjit
I see you ragin but the machine stay winnin
some say the 4th branch had ur soul trapped from the beginning
the technique of sinners stays immortal
when the black moon rises we buck em down with no morals
public enemy number 1 shuts em down hes had enough of clowns
who stuck around sellin fake upside down frowns
he took the hooker who needs drugs downtown
slaughtered the whore, performed necrophilia
cut off necrotizing flesh and stashed it as memerobilia
illusions are experienced on cypress,
the hills have opened their eyelids
servin as a witness to the crimes committed inside it
the oranges within the clockwork depicts when the time is
under aged romans pole dance pleasing old timers
peel back blinders, discover blind men teachin
the def and dumb, ways of the 85 without speakin
Guru Nanak had hindu men bow to him
his travels spread from the origins to bethlehem
delivered the 1st round knockdown with 9 left to begin
the 11th became the scriptures, written with knowledge of all wisdom
identify the station turn on the channel live
mad izm is sparked, the flames enrage bees of the hive
they arise in masses, commanded by 9 from the slums of shaolin
Cream was demanded after the seeds had been planted
enter the chambers of the reprimanded
count to 6 let the last 3 resonate a while
4,5,6 represents the executioners style
the king escaped several decrees of capture
wanted dead or alive, but he evaded the rapture
living and inflicting 2 to the head,
roots of evil firmly planted the geniuses' spread
the road to the riches was rolled by the bitches
patrolled by snitches when the soul became vicious
sold to the rich kids who polled and made hit lists
forcing the reightous into the holes of the wicked
while promoting the gloating of loading the riches
in the beginning their was one,
expansion yielded some
in the conclusion their is none
the solutions to finish as one, get it done scrape the buns....

whers
The Sequel Has Begun....
The Swords Of Justice Are Swung Releaving Innocent Men Unhung
Our Sour Disel Filled Lungs Hold The Power Of Evil On Our Tongues
In Round 1 You Got Stung, Ya Head Spun And Had To Sercombe
Listen Bitch, This Is Jasjit Scripts Read By The Man Of Silence....
Spittin' Like Broken Fire Hydrants At Round Tables With Tyrants
Stand On The Shoulders Of Giants, So I'm Seeing A Diffeent Horizon
1-Wing Climbing The Clouds To The Belt Of Orion, The Skyline End
Don't Pretend You Can Comprehend The Damage I Do With A Pen
Again....Once Mine Slice The Page Your Lifespan Countdown From 10
Lifeless Breath, Like God's Of Death You'll Never See The End My Friend
When My Solar Plexus Becomes Subjected By Darker Forces Than My Pen
When My Soul Will Be Ressurected By The Sanctuary & Embrace Of Zen
Once My Wing Extends Sending Green Rain Through The Hearts Of Men
Cascading Upon Them The Tears Of Torment & Snake Handshakes Of Friends
Untill The Section's End....I Stay Reciting Bars That Burst Heads & Undo Bras
Word To The Boss, I Toss Cocktail Molotovs At The Soft Melting Their Brain-Frost
So What ? Yall Fear The Holocaust Like Jews & Wu-Corp, Empty My Mind Of Thought
That Reminds Me, What Up Food ? Why You Hiding In The Dark ? Get At Me Dog....
Ya'll Clutch Straws Like Your Last Resort, I Remain An Apprentice Who Was Taught
To Stalk With A Zomby Walk, Stray Off Course And Lightning Strikes My Pitchfork
No Remorse For My Lungs I Be Still Smokin' Till I'm A Corpse, The Human Exhaust
Got Jekyll Mental With Hyde's Pride Of Doing This For Sport, Divine Mind-Brute Force
Jasjit And I Combine Like Jetfire & Prime, Meet You Demise The Hourglass Frozen In Time
Everytime I Write A Rhyme, The Sun Hides & Reclines, No Sunshine Nightime Signs
Mind Clouded Face Shrouded, Changing Faces Like Rorschach For Those Who Doubt It
You Act Like Kids Playing Games With Real Weapons Spilling Intestines, Cracking Ribs
Vessels Sink Like The Titanic In Thick Mist, The Ocean Harbouring Spirits Like A Pit
Holding Their Last Breath Hoping To Reach Up And Be Granted One Last Gift
If Not For Jasjit, This Exquist Script Would Be Unknown And Simply Cease To Exist
When He Enters Rooms Silently Be The Definition Of Quick & Swiftness....The Best
Think Not You Must Need Specs, A Blown Kiss From The Devil's Lips Will Sever Your Wrists
And Inflame Your Body Like When A Rattlesnake Hiss, Suprised Lifeless Love Never Dies
My Dart Tips Thrown With Phil Taylor Preciseness, When I Spit Cause The Earth To Shift
Testing Me Like Opening Pandora's Lid, Pause Before Exercising Forgiveness With No Halo
Like A Kid With Playdoh With The Unheard Flow, I Am Volcano Lava : Too Hot, But I Lay Low

SKAMPOE
05-24-2010, 02:34 AM
Damn.....ill writings from both...but whers...man..

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
05-24-2010, 08:58 AM
wtf..............this was epic, lyrically this was superb and great, whers i don't got any words to say Jajit, nice work dude

J.T.S.
05-24-2010, 09:32 AM
Cursed Scripts



Jasjit
I see you ragin but the machine stay winnin
some say the 4th branch had ur soul trapped from the beginning
the technique of sinners stays immortal
when the black moon rises we buck em down with no morals
public enemy number 1 shuts em down hes had enough of clowns
who stuck around sellin fake upside down frowns
he took the hooker who needs drugs downtown
slaughtered the whore, performed necrophilia
cut off necrotizing flesh and stashed it as memerobilia
illusions are experienced on cypress,
the hills have opened their eyelids
servin as a witness to the crimes committed inside it
the oranges within the clockwork depicts when the time is
under aged romans pole dance pleasing old timers
peel back blinders, discover blind men teachin
the def and dumb, ways of the 85 without speakin
Guru Nanak had hindu men bow to him
his travels spread from the origins to bethlehem
delivered the 1st round knockdown with 9 left to begin
the 11th became the scriptures, written with knowledge of all wisdom
identify the station turn on the channel live
mad izm is sparked, the flames enrage bees of the hive
they arise in masses, commanded by 9 from the slums of shaolin
Cream was demanded after the seeds had been planted
enter the chambers of the reprimanded
count to 6 let the last 3 resonate a while
4,5,6 represents the executioners style
the king escaped several decrees of capture
wanted dead or alive, but he evaded the rapture
living and inflicting 2 to the head,
roots of evil firmly planted the geniuses' spread
the road to the riches was rolled by the bitches
patrolled by snitches when the soul became vicious
sold to the rich kids who polled and made hit lists
forcing the reightous into the holes of the wicked
while promoting the gloating of loading the riches
in the beginning their was one,
expansion yielded some
in the conclusion their is none
the solutions to finish as one, get it done scrape the buns....

whers
The Sequel Has Begun....
The Swords Of Justice Are Swung Releaving Innocent Men Unhung
Our Sour Disel Filled Lungs Hold The Power Of Evil On Our Tongues
In Round 1 You Got Stung, Ya Head Spun And Had To Sercombe
Listen Bitch, This Is Jasjit Scripts Read By The Man Of Silence....
Spittin' Like Broken Fire Hydrants At Round Tables With Tyrants
Stand On The Shoulders Of Giants, So I'm Seeing A Diffeent Horizon
1-Wing Climbing The Clouds To The Belt Of Orion, The Skyline End
Don't Pretend You Can Comprehend The Damage I Do With A Pen
Again....Once Mine Slice The Page Your Lifespan Countdown From 10
Lifeless Breath, Like God's Of Death You'll Never See The End My Friend
When My Solar Plexus Becomes Subjected By Darker Forces Than My Pen
When My Soul Will Be Ressurected By The Sanctuary & Embrace Of Zen
Once My Wing Extends Sending Green Rain Through The Hearts Of Men
Cascading Upon Them The Tears Of Torment & Snake Handshakes Of Friends
Untill The Section's End....I Stay Reciting Bars That Burst Heads & Undo Bras
Word To The Boss, I Toss Cocktail Molotovs At The Soft Melting Their Brain-Frost
So What ? Yall Fear The Holocaust Like Jews & Wu-Corp, Empty My Mind Of Thought
That Reminds Me, What Up Food ? Why You Hiding In The Dark ? Get At Me Dog....
Ya'll Clutch Straws Like Your Last Resort, I Remain An Apprentice Who Was Taught
To Stalk With A Zomby Walk, Stray Off Course And Lightning Strikes My Pitchfork
No Remorse For My Lungs I Be Still Smokin' Till I'm A Corpse, The Human Exhaust
Got Jekyll Mental With Hyde's Pride Of Doing This For Sport, Divine Mind-Brute Force
Jasjit And I Combine Like Jetfire & Prime, Meet You Demise The Hourglass Frozen In Time
Everytime I Write A Rhyme, The Sun Hides & Reclines, No Sunshine Nightime Signs
Mind Clouded Face Shrouded, Changing Faces Like Rorschach For Those Who Doubt It
You Act Like Kids Playing Games With Real Weapons Spilling Intestines, Cracking Ribs
Vessels Sink Like The Titanic In Thick Mist, The Ocean Harbouring Spirits Like A Pit
Holding Their Last Breath Hoping To Reach Up And Be Granted One Last Gift
If Not For Jasjit, This Exquist Script Would Be Unknown And Simply Cease To Exist
When He Enters Rooms Silently Be The Definition Of Quick & Swiftness....The Best
Think Not You Must Need Specs, A Blown Kiss From The Devil's Lips Will Sever Your Wrists
And Inflame Your Body Like When A Rattlesnake Hiss, Suprised Lifeless Love Never Dies
My Dart Tips Thrown With Phil Taylor Preciseness, When I Spit Cause The Earth To Shift
Testing Me Like Opening Pandora's Lid, Pause Before Exercising Forgiveness With No Halo
Like A Kid With Playdoh With The Unheard Flow, I Am Volcano Lava : Too Hot, But I Lay Low



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he took the hooker who needs drugs downtown
slaughtered the whore, performed necrophilia
cut off necrotizing flesh and stashed it as memerobilia
illusions are experienced on cypress,
the hills have opened their eyelids
servin as a witness to the crimes committed inside it
the oranges within the clockwork depicts when the time is

sold to the rich kids who polled and made hit lists
forcing the reightous into the holes of the wicked
while promoting the gloating of loading the riches


Spittin' Like Broken Fire Hydrants At Round Tables With Tyrants
Stand On The Shoulders Of Giants, So I'm Seeing A Diffeent Horizon

:thumbup:
When My Solar Plexus Becomes Subjected By Darker Forces Than My Pen
When My Soul Will Be Ressurected By The Sanctuary & Embrace Of Zen
Once My Wing Extends Sending Green Rain Through The Hearts Of Men
Cascading Upon Them The Tears Of Torment & Snake Handshakes Of Friends

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
05-24-2010, 05:02 PM
damn still amazed son whers and jasjit, yall both mopped and up cleaned up the scene before CSI got their

THE MASON
05-27-2010, 08:19 AM
dope shit all around

whers provin why he is a top the lyrics game

Got Jekyll Mental With Hyde's Pride Of Doing This For Sport, Divine Mind-Brute Force

that line was real dope, and they are plenty more like that. Jasjit came correct too, first time i read one of his pieces, some good shit in there

spiggity_ace
06-04-2010, 12:41 PM
holy shit whers, too ill of a lyricist, u write like a mix of holocaust in his silkworm days and gza, damn bro, props for posting man.

War and Peace
06-04-2010, 11:19 PM
WOWWW!!!

whers is King.

everyone stop writing for one month in honor of the skills lol

Jasjit wrecked too.

peace-