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Tracks 09-26-2008 06:35 PM

favorite killa sin verse?
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jynj3...eature=related

mine has to be soldiers of darkness, he went all out on that shit.

Yo, yo, I gotta get a grip
and ends on life, I'm livin trife, G
I'm shiesty, now I see why nobody likes me
It might be the image project that I selected
But 'f' it, shit is not real, as well as hectic
Inspect it, your vest and got tested
Suggestions manifestin my thoughts
I manifest it, but check it
My mind was designed for crime, the bottom line
cuz it's my time to shine with the nickel-plated nine
to a spine, ain't no remorse in my source of madness
with my temper, my anger rises like my status
because I'm alone on the borough of Shaolin
for wildin, don't think of this piece when I be smilin
My heart's stone cold, it's what I own
For niggaz who brag, I break bones
leave em ungagged and here to moan
I hate snakes on that fake shit
I get mad, leave em shooken up bad like when a quake hit
I got a steez-o that's raw, man
Another brother prevoked, now that's all, damn
Why did he bother father of horror
knowin forewell that he won't leave to see tomorrow
Be on your guard when I start to flip shit
I'm sick when the God is on to get a grip

KLIION JENSEN 09-26-2008 07:14 PM

i'd have to say, both verses on Hav Mercy and his verse on Strawberry offa BPW

Chief 'Broom 09-26-2008 08:20 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Tracks (Post 1330354)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jynj3...eature=related

mine has to be soldiers of darkness, he went all out on that shit.

Yo, yo, I gotta get a grip
and ends on life, I'm livin trife, G
I'm shiesty, now I see why nobody likes me
It might be the image project that I selected
But 'f' it, shit is not real, as well as hectic
Inspect it, your vest and got tested
Suggestions manifestin my thoughts
I manifest it, but check it
My mind was designed for crime, the bottom line
cuz it's my time to shine with the nickel-plated nine
to a spine, ain't no remorse in my source of madness
with my temper, my anger rises like my status
because I'm alone on the borough of Shaolin
for wildin, don't think of this piece when I be smilin
My heart's stone cold, it's what I own
For niggaz who brag, I break bones
leave em ungagged and here to moan
I hate snakes on that fake shit
I get mad, leave em shooken up bad like when a quake hit
I got a steez-o that's raw, man
Another brother prevoked, now that's all, damn
Why did he bother father of horror
knowin forewell that he won't leave to see tomorrow
Be on your guard when I start to flip shit
I'm sick when the God is on to get a grip

I agree, and I have to just correct one thing, cuz the ending's the illest part of the song. If you notice, it comes around full circle.

"Be on your guard when I start to flip shit, I'm sick, word to God it's hard to get a grip"

12weLvE 09-26-2008 10:44 PM

Killa Sin on "Bronzemen"

Its recent, but I think is some of the sickest shit he has ever spit!!

Yo, yo, who in the world could spit it like me
Unlikely, sheisty for that mic piece
My Clan deep, no white sheets, wife beaters & Nike sneaks
Skeetin' divas who treat us like, Black Jesus and feed us
To Haitian cleavage, with features that
Keep 'em beating they peter's, we terror predator veterans
Trend setters who better when, under pressure
Cuz better lines, prime timers like Letterman
Get ya shine in a second, yeah, I'mma cop, when I let us in
Say you sick with the rhymes, well then I'mma vomit the medicine
Bomb atomically, gack over beats like Impeach the President
Save the beef for you freaks, it ain't nothing sweet, and they never been
If you keep it at peace, it won't have to level your residence
Better to chill, nigga, take a breather, let us settle in
Need the speed of the cheetah, with feet as a big as an elephants
Ammo like John Rambo, to stand a chance on my element
Handle hammers with elegance, damage the camera's evidence
Ammo that dismantle limbs, where you stand is irrelevant

Tracks 09-26-2008 10:47 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by InspectahChek (Post 1330515)
Killa Sin on "Bronzemen"

Its recent, but I think is some of the sickest shit he has ever spit!!

Yo, yo, who in the world could spit it like me
Unlikely, sheisty for that mic piece
My Clan deep, no white sheets, wife beaters & Nike sneaks
Skeetin' divas who treat us like, Black Jesus and feed us
To Haitian cleavage, with features that
Keep 'em beating they peter's, we terror predator veterans
Trend setters who better when, under pressure
Cuz better lines, prime timers like Letterman
Get ya shine in a second, yeah, I'mma cop, when I let us in
Say you sick with the rhymes, well then I'mma vomit the medicine
Bomb atomically, gack over beats like Impeach the President
Save the beef for you freaks, it ain't nothing sweet, and they never been
If you keep it at peace, it won't have to level your residence
Better to chill, nigga, take a breather, let us settle in
Need the speed of the cheetah, with feet as a big as an elephants
Ammo like John Rambo, to stand a chance on my element
Handle hammers with elegance, damage the camera's evidence
Ammo that dismantle limbs, where you stand is irrelevant




your right thats fucking amazing!

THE MASON 09-27-2008 12:16 AM

Sins verse on Monster always gets me hype, and burning season is fire

RA EL 09-27-2008 01:27 AM

Word, Sin got that semi-auto Uzi flow > One of my favorites is 'Dress To Kill' on the first Killarmy album. I also like the chemistry he had with La The Darkman on 'Heist of The Century'.

zooruka 09-27-2008 01:28 AM

wake up

Maccabee Ridah 09-27-2008 08:58 AM

My absolutely 2 fav versez by Killa Sin:

1 - From Sunz of Man - Soldierz of Darkness:
(Yo, yo,)
I gotta get a grip, an edge on life, I'm livin' trife, G
I'm shiesty, now I see why nobody likes me
It might be the image project that I selected
But eff it-shit is mad real, as well as hectic
Inspect it, your vest and got tested
Suggestions molestin' my thoughts I manifested, protect it
My mind was designed for crime, the bottom line
'Cause it's my time to shine with the nickel-plated nine to a spine,
And ain't no remorse in my source of madness
But my temper, my anger rises like my status
Because I'm known on the borough of Shaolin
For wildin', don't think that it's peace when I be smilin'
A heart stone-cold is what I own
For niggaz who brag, I break bones, leave 'em ungagged, and hear them moan
I hate snakes on that fake shit
I get mad, leave 'em shooken up bad like when the quake hit
I got a steezo that's raw, man
Another brother provoked, and gun-smoked, now that's all-damn
By any mortal, the brothel of horror,
Knowin' full well that he won't leave to see tomorrow
Be on your guard when I start to flip shit, I'm sick
Word to God, it's hard to get a grip



2 - From Killah Priest feat. Killa Sin - Moanin':
Yo, melodic war chamber, bang ya, 36 styles of danger
murderous, floating in the myst of perfect strangers
Killarm Saddam we're built with golden arms
prophesies about the black bomb, we drop, bodily harm
the shot graze ya, who snitched the cops neighbors
thick crack rocks invade your block major
spots been taking his time for move making
mood thugs breaking and leave your styles faking
cream is the theme of this wicked world we breathing
schemeing whilst dreaming I fantasize a squeezing
zoneing, thinkin' about case I grab the foam in
blaze off, one to your dome, your left moanin...



P.E.A.C.E.

Ritter 09-27-2008 09:09 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by InspectahChek (Post 1330515)
Killa Sin on "Bronzemen"

Its recent, but I think is some of the sickest shit he has ever spit!!

Yo, yo, who in the world could spit it like me
Unlikely, sheisty for that mic piece
My Clan deep, no white sheets, wife beaters & Nike sneaks
Skeetin' divas who treat us like, Black Jesus and feed us
To Haitian cleavage, with features that
Keep 'em beating they peter's, we terror predator veterans
Trend setters who better when, under pressure
Cuz better lines, prime timers like Letterman
Get ya shine in a second, yeah, I'mma cop, when I let us in
Say you sick with the rhymes, well then I'mma vomit the medicine
Bomb atomically, gack over beats like Impeach the President
Save the beef for you freaks, it ain't nothing sweet, and they never been
If you keep it at peace, it won't have to level your residence
Better to chill, nigga, take a breather, let us settle in
Need the speed of the cheetah, with feet as a big as an elephants
Ammo like John Rambo, to stand a chance on my element
Handle hammers with elegance, damage the camera's evidence
Ammo that dismantle limbs, where you stand is irrelevant

This.

Bronze is hard to get outshined on tracks, especially on this one, but Sin blew shit out the water.

The last line was worked out great.

Guarded By Martyrs 09-27-2008 11:18 AM

^You'd do very well to match Killa Sin on a track

He's some of my favourites :

"Yo, yo...
You either get down shut the fuck up or catch an uppercut
Rough enough to muffle up your jaw when we knuckle up
Knuckle what? Bacardi hit me harder than you
You crash dummies show respect when the Gods is coming through
Eyes swollen up the size of coconuts
Your body folding up
Allah the soldier struck and through the cut I walk and hold you up
Sit back hang from your hip like loose Kani's
Try to flip it on the strength of your wis' and let you slide
Savage eighty five trying to test sides
True we're living thirty two shots
We're sending a rocket to your prison
Caught you bubbling
Like a cold sore the money coming in
Juggling the church and street life you got me wonderng and catch 'em
I let Allah bless 'em
That's the question
You dealing with a madman's profession
So choose your weapon"


Eh-yo, some say this nigga like hoo wop for you dillingers
Pop this cop killin in ya cylinder
Administer wisdom shots to finish ya
The sinister slay rhymes, flame nines, hundred bar hang time
Bang like freight trains on the same line
We spray blocks, state-of-the-art, top material
Paid to knock, these razor sharp generals play they part
Now the trademark, engraved in the hearts of true followers
Czar fellas model skateboard is cradle robbers
And politics of sons and daughters, so they acknowledge us
Black man intelligence, supreme mind dominant
Killarm' blew it on the map, remain permanent
Wu-Tang and Sunz stay controllin this circumference


All my life a waited for this, a day of pure bliss
Celebrate it with a kiss, twist a daq' a reminise
Way back, to the broke days, rocking prokays
That was okay, but not good enough for mrs. fokay
Damn, I used to love her like common
Not enough to understand the bond between woman and a man
When I hunger, I guess because I was younger back then
Plus the fact I wasn't packing no meat
A litte fat kid, hungry for some action daily
So I played laser tag with real gats
Suicide perhaps a skully by the black fence
Intense, my mind flashed a dipped in '96
Yo, I'm on now, soldiers of the dark', underground hit
Plus some shit, regardless, I made it that way
Growing from the earth like a garden
Sarving no more this kid is famished
Awaiting for the day that me established
The festival of the gods and the planets, we planning understanding
God damn, it feels good to have a natural meal that's untampered with
Landing in the wheelchair, lamping poppa tracks about chef
Pants sagging off his ass, little children running wild in the grass
Singer foul, form a line for this fool,
Settle down for there's a jewel in the stash


Aiyyo this rap lord, clap boars, crack jaws
Snatch drawers, live war, nigga act raw, getcha back torn
Hacksaw my way in, gats no displayin 'em
You, light up the skyline, I'm clappin at'cha cranium
Ain't no stoppin my flow, like dominoes drop
Geronimo! Toss him out the Tahoe naughty gotta go
Eighty on the Verizano, hyrdo bottle, mind boggle
Cop sergeant chasin, we escapin by a narrow margin
Camuoflage Large killas, bitin off ya squad
Get you no love, but die-hard


Rips tracks to shreds.

Tecknowledgist 09-27-2008 11:48 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by InspectahChek
Killa Sin on "Bronzemen"

Its recent, but I think is some of the sickest shit he has ever spit!!

Yo, yo, who in the world could spit it like me
Unlikely, sheisty for that mic piece
My Clan deep, no white sheets, wife beaters & Nike sneaks
Skeetin' divas who treat us like, Black Jesus and feed us
To Haitian cleavage, with features that
Keep 'em beating they peter's, we terror predator veterans
Trend setters who better when, under pressure
Cuz better lines, prime timers like Letterman
Get ya shine in a second, yeah, I'mma cop, when I let us in
Say you sick with the rhymes, well then I'mma vomit the medicine
Bomb atomic with Deck over beats like Impeach the President
Save the beef for you freaks, it ain't nothing sweet, and they never been
If you keep it at peace, it won't have to level your residence
Better to chill, nigga, take a breather, let us settle in
Need the speed of the cheetah, with feet as a big as an elephants
Ammo like John Rambo, to stand a chance on my element
Handle hammers with elegance, damage the camera's evidence
Ammo that dismantle limbs, where you stand is irrelevant

fixed.

i'd say moanin and bronzeman

guns n razors was sick too. and i loved his flow on american cream team even though it was short...so many multis

dammit i cant pick just one!

THE MASON 09-27-2008 05:29 PM

What cd is moanin off of? that track is dope, another ill Sin verse on Spazzola, of a Meths judgement day, shit is fire

bad boy T 09-27-2008 05:37 PM

verse in s.p.a.z..o.l.a. and Wu renagades

Sgt Holly Wood 09-27-2008 06:21 PM

his verse on "real live shit"


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