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BornPower 01-10-2008 07:28 PM

SkellaTon Official
 
Yang's disciple
made a name breakin ciphas
flame ignite
dangerous mind crack codes
blade slice, the bastard's cold
crater strikes then laugh in the snow
the sonned rise, the last 2 know
blood runs, the fastest flow
kut blunts and ashes float
on bic pens, a bee focused
the beat locust
keep treatin em and keep chokin
simply formin on streets swarmin
from low ends to henry hornets
fronts spit and heat porches
drop yellowjackets and keep rollin
keep holdin when crabs attack
you bastards lack discipline
dell-craft,
Half slash then laugh, "FINISH HIM"

BornPower 01-11-2008 12:45 PM

a cold wind, this Black Hawk
explosive on crabwalks
0-fin bat Sox,
I broke in and snatched locks
gold grin crack rocks
neva Lego, smash blocks
axe tossed,
at The Roots a Black Thought
crafts taught over tracks walked
drafts chopped and screwed in position
pot shots, chefs fued in the kitchen
topic: adoption, I'm abusin the children
cold fusion lyrics
top to bottom bruisin physics
only fumes fit description given by livin witnesses
dentals dented, mentally demented lyricist
pyramids imprinted chemically
swift hidden spliffs finish me
Bint Kennedy spit endlessy
with half a fifth in the lead
this skinny nigga need 2 feed
till only bones are in the leaves
I've barely shown how Bics bleed
on scary foes and business deeds
tearing holes in defences weak
buried growth ends the scene

J.T.S. 01-11-2008 02:36 PM

Your nice with it skeleton where's souf chi??

BornPower 01-11-2008 03:46 PM

south side of chicago

BornPower 01-12-2008 05:21 PM

my mic lines power the CHI skyline
travel my lifetime in an hour
towering over white lines
cowards spit the wildest lies
while the powder's lit by my design
no blueprint
but each line's precise movement
is rooted in script
no crew to defend
I, soldier boot trenches
new recruit suited to penmanship
clansmen with digital cannons gripped
leave panic stricken foes pissin in clothes
kevlar panelin encrypted in the minister's robes
hard handed, one finger cracks bone
tree branch rappers I snap in the cold
then advance trackless in the snow

Dr Sleepwalker 01-13-2008 07:56 AM

like your flow, foreally real duke..
good rhymes, I'll keep peepin' ya shit,

pea2e

ChamberSlave 01-16-2008 02:56 AM

tight lyrics

J.T.S. 01-16-2008 11:11 AM

towering over white lines
cowards spit the wildest lies
while the powder's lit by my design
no blueprint
but each line's precise movement
is rooted in script
i like these lines right here tight.

BornPower 01-17-2008 08:25 AM

love
 
appreciate the positive feedback, y'all.

don't forget to sign up for the tournament. I'm lookin forward to crossin darts

wit some of you.



btw...

on the general chat board they're talkin about invadin some LAME forums in da

name of WU.

BornPower 04-18-2008 01:11 PM

Undaunted, an unarmored farmer
defended his salted and fenced in fields of death
limpin and liquored up
his spit was unlimited and rough
ways old and set
this focused vet made them feel his breath
manifested with strength
each lesson was tense
and strangely enough, he never left a print
since the genesis
his businesses were chemically imprinted with pyramids
serious in manner
he employed a series of hammers
from carpentry to artist's streets
he was never far from the oven's heat
even when dummies speak
a wise man listens, but when he leaves
often angry bees are whistlin

BornPower 04-18-2008 01:15 PM

South CHIolin is returning soon.
Chiolin Bones on the prowl with growlin chrome foul...

AcidPhosphate69 04-18-2008 10:30 PM

Quote:

Undaunted, an unarmored farmer
defended his salted and fenced in fields of death
limpin and liquored up
his spit was unlimited and rough
ways old and set
this focused vet made them feel his breath
manifested with strength
each lesson was tense
and strangely enough, he never left a print
since the genesis
his businesses were chemically imprinted with pyramids
serious in manner
he employed a series of hammers
from carpentry to artist's streets
he was never far from the oven's heat
even when dummies speak
a wise man listens, but when he leaves
often angry bees are whistlin
Dude, seriously...my favorite out of all of them. I also liked the line about Black Thought and shit. But the opening to this verse makes me picture some salty ass motherfucker defending his own. Good fuckign shit man.

BornPower 04-20-2008 03:16 PM

when heaven and earth meet
my surface is sheeted in ether
true believers eat the flesh
confess the sin and be blessed
be the best but never read, it's stress
take it easy and rest
but be ready to test weaponry
when u recieve our text
evil connections teach lessons of deft tech handlin
targeted artistic expression with cannons
u demand it
fools branded and stretched as canvas
ungodly, I embody Osama's raw probability
swift robbery where all could see
spinnin tops hop in the breeze
while ur defense is a lottery ticket
swift penmanship crosses the digital finish line again
journeyman shop technique
this is ur neck and choppin block meeting

BornPower 04-20-2008 03:57 PM

rotten flesh rips apart
plottin next against bottom-list columnists
droppin shit and callin em darts
attraction the attention of venomous sharks
will only shackle you to the blasphemous vacuum of this killa's art
steel spins in an arc
hits, spits sparks against nemesis targets
limp cards fold quick
I flow swiftly over boulders
throw focused hands at stones
until only sand exists
blow kansas winds
commander of vanishin terrorists
handlin cannons swift: my two hands
chew name brands stamped in metal brackets
enemy canvases damages when I spit yellowjackets

BornPower 04-20-2008 04:04 PM

I recognized the 12th disciple
slight limp on his right side
combine rifle components
iron rises to the surprise of tranquilized opponents
necktie rope swings in cold breezes
chokes and screams are lost in an ocean of oak leaves
old trees with roots that reach like concrete
think of each leaf as a shock troop in the streets
aftershocks and debris as boots and blocks meet
balanced on the balls of my feet at the tops of peaks
I bomb rosters for fees
ashes blasted across across the scene as often as I breathe
hot beez hop in the breeze
hidden ninja crickets sing softly and snipe silently from treez
exercising the right to think
I devise lines of lighting that scream
strike at kings with the highest degreez of fire
while fiends keep rockin till they retire


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