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Old 11-23-2007, 01:32 PM   #86
Bigot Hitman
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Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS View Post
You can either speak ya mind
Or rhyme about what cha know about/
Cuz me and my flow will never die
I rather walk the plank into a tank of acid
At least Iíll be made over like The Joker/
Oh wait, hold that thought i thought I told cha
Opps you thought cha caught my flow/
Nope Iím on the go showing yall emcees
I know ya schemes, scams, and plans/
Donít think cuz your feeling a little loopy
My lyrics zoom in like binoculars lenses
Leaving most emcees clandestine wit life as a lesson/
You better not speak hatred around these parts
I etch the sketches, draw the arts while pulling apart electronics
Leave emcees on stretchers, benches and disassembled/
Dare and test this lyrical constructor, donít start screaming
Youíve been warned about the horror of the rap game/
Iím the blood stained name, on the court where you be balling at,
Encroach on ya turf, play the roles, leave nothing but scrolls/
Unload my arsenal whether itís marksmanship or basketball
Iím a harass ya in the hall, wit long deep stares
without you seeing the glare/
Dare not Iím hear to rock flows whether itís shares or stock
I pass the rock gimme eím the shares or notÖÖÖÖÖÖ
Before you plummet like the Dow Jones and the NASDAQ/
Blowing up ya spot is a must if I bust then
I jizz all my spits all over the crowd
birth many seeds from the way
I spread knowledge like disease/
Get the the pawns in motion from centers to coasts
We give it all to the sick and won't consider the dose
Let the eyes roll backwards, phrases is soul hackers
A change of heart with out the surgery, a printless purgery
Gold wrappers symbolize your skills appereance
But inside isa flightless chick abanoded in a clearance
Each line you write goes to the ears of the city cats
Look'in for easy meals meet'in ends with grity raps
You should be enough, i won't have to eat for days
How are you so misguided that you seek a maze?
Your verses is jokes like total equal justice
In a society grown from racist roots an' evil fuckers
So i had to step back like y would you step to me
Like i ain't the slug hitter from the ville jus bet Louie
I'm ready to fire you so i'm hope'in you act up
Weak writers done closed yo eyes now open'em back up
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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