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J.T.S.
06-07-2010, 02:01 PM
verse one

We breeze through hoods as supersticious emcee's knock on wood
shock absorbed through their flesh theyr'e layed up for good
exchanging shots from lyrical gats i mustv'e been misunderstood
projects full of witches from blair i put em under-wood
know listen to the butchers blade i'm butchering for pay
top notch cutter from around the way he don't play
with deceptive descriptions of the nigga mic rippin'
walkin' on ice without slippin' more slugs for shipment
rollin' up natural mystics bouncin' with my wisdoms
the biscuit fire unloads on my foes i'm distant
dripping with sweat persistent with threats
not righteous but allah has showed me the steps
i fell down a flight knocked out for the night
but since iv'e healed iv'e tried to live right
to a degree i'm burning to a decree
to release the build up emotions out of me


lifted off natural mytics a microphone misfit
my soldiers drafted to leave ya wigs split
you either build stay in ya lane or get hit


verse two

fabricated flows we can distinguish from others
they perished malnourished into liquid like melted butter
trying to flutter and un-cover my props shoved in the gutter
little gizmo's microwaved by a high temperature flow
holding joe weight the key to success is to annihilate
inventing inventions to blind all snakes
binded to decendants with great knowledge
scrolls sealed for 1,000 days 20 nights it rained
nothing but thoughts of reign on my brain
how many cats say their champs but fall flat in the ring
sting is the most pain you can imagine from a visual image
scrimmage before i bring crowns of thorn for the heads of kings
days come and go close caption your shows
i flourish like blooming plants from above to below
stacks i stole given to the civilians in poverty
and the payback of firing gats never bothered me

last verse

seeds will murder for what they can't have
impatient with short tempers they born mad
buckshots hit homey in his soldier rag
the gangsters don't live long on the dust they drag
and grab any weapon from the lab
looking like cowboys in action with no aim they ramshacking
targets innocent prepare for the shackles
life-long bars surround you fear tackles
your brain so know you prey for death
but your prison sentence is life
On suicide watch you can't break effect
in a staight jacket it's craziness

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
06-07-2010, 03:57 PM
lifted off natural mytics a microphone misfit
my soldiers drafted to leave ya wigs split
you either build stay in ya lane or get hit

the chorus is what sold this for me, nice work overall JTS

THE MASON
06-11-2010, 11:27 AM
dope dope piece JTS

ill flows, the second verse is stand out to me, some ill wordplay in that one. good shit overall though.

peace

J.T.S.
06-11-2010, 01:08 PM
thanks guys appreciate it peace..

Ares
06-12-2010, 04:42 PM
Yeah, the chorus makes the song stand out. I can defiantly see this dropped on a beat.
Verse was was the illest, but the whole piece was pretty damn good.

J.T.S.
06-14-2010, 11:12 AM
thanks Ares..