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Old 01-30-2012, 11:21 AM   #1
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my humidity humidifies you foolish guys netted in a net of lies
walk on before the pursuit is pursued trial for your tribe
lines of nature nice naturally shiest a natural slice
let's huddle i'm super with a bowl blow out your torso
Brady arm watch me throw deep darts enter the skull slow
he whose hit fades fast experts rate my blow
a ten from a one flow perfection from both lungs
hunger to dine om your hide with a glass of rum
well aged grapes blend with the ice
sparkle glory gory recreation
you shaky cats need meds for medication
it's a sad story you lost respiration
the black star who escaped the black hole
zombies hunger for doe eyes covered by a blind-fold

street orchestra symphony of pain
a smash of heavy lines to satisfy your souls
i stay dirtier than what lies beneath the man-hole


your played pong forgettable like mase songs
another turkey stuffed wrong
run the fixings the illest from brick-city to Brixton
your twitching for switching sets watch the pistons
mind my manners scanners couldn't detect the hidden hammer
note-books filled write bars in the daily planner
go head bite teeth break impact great
gaining weight from feasting on your cake
hate spreads like s.t.d.'s
track damage let it bleed
hit harder than the russian that killed apollo creed
queens get fertilized while chicken-heads swallow the seeds
i don't eat anything that bleeds



the last challenge to silence critics with critical intellect
president without votes over whoever you elect
so select the canidate before i catch a cannon case
words can't describe the scribe sitting on the crate
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My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah

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