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Old 11-19-2007, 05:30 PM   #84
Bigot Hitman
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Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS View Post
Iím focused daily like Defari and Evidence
Call me the patriarch of the microphone
I rap volumes around you so called emcees/
Deadly, relentless wit my weaponry be effortless
Yall emcees are secondary to me, cuz weíre focused daily/
My flow doesnít have to be legendary
Just to dismay you gay emcees on the daily/
I display lyrics of fury like a microphone fiend
Iím a ace to ya queen, Iím a rook to ya king/
Iím a duff your bishops with my black knights,
Cuz weíre just that tight plus you donít even sound right on the mic/
Thunderous when I take flight itís a fire fight guerrilla warfare
To any who ainít prepared and focused daily/
Iím the remedy, the enemy to emcees deadly, the pro-lyrical virus
Leave you seriously divided cuz Iím infinite like 1 divided by pie/
Donít lie on ya rhymes, I tell the truth serious when Iím in the booth
They call me ďOne Hundred Proof TechĒ check the way I rep my city/
From New Yitty I kill you kitty cats wit liquefied raps so hot
They internally combust and blow up right in your face/
This that lava scuba diver, a mercury drink'in pheen
The lead smoke'in addict, never a red soakened tragic
Think'in green on the eve of parrel,
Laugh'in hard and sing'in carrols
I'm see'in barrels of gun powder, u steadily bring in arrows
For a team of the unharolded with mindsets of the narrow
Cavemen heads with nothin to live for but they don't care though
I'm like radio waves from different planets
Give'in birth to conspiracy, scientist can't stand it
Lyrical nervous break down, u.f.o. rhyme scheme sited
A understand'in the human mind can't manage, only copy
Might it be alien lines that bring war behind alien lines
Too advanced glocks be blow'in tanks over the horizon
Even God would be shocked at what he grew from dirt and rocks
I play my king position like chess masters
And never get touched cuz my pawns can't be plastered
They stronger then oppose'in team's queens
With knowledge to out last'em
Heinous poetic crime committ'in, shit'in on law systems
Not a x-factor, the main target remains parted
like light in perfect prisim, he's the hardest, but what's in'em
So u can see why i'm the illest u never heard of
I'm like the second before the first after the third was...
The dealer of hope is selling me lies
Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
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