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Old 11-27-2007, 02:22 PM   #90
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Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS View Post
Iím a speak clearly, I donít think yall sucker emcees
And music listeners donít seem to hear me/
I rather get skull in the back of the suburban
My flow is urban solidified unified by rhymes linked wit lines/
How nice you can shine I blind these people wit lyrics that star bright
Fire fight mighty might rhyme highlights off of ďSportscenterĒ/
Dare if you wanna end cha career I donít need to cop DeBeers
Itís the cannon you fear, face the Tech aka the idol of your death
Iíll end cha life quick like a bounced check killed cha finances/
Etch a sketch these flows on the tablet PCís seeing if yall can see
Me at the podium like Malcolm X before he got shot by his own kind/
I can rewind a tape in the mind flash back to the Regan Era
Yall niggaz was babies and still getting breast fed by mamas/
I come wit karma, ready to bring the drama, take a lick
And keep on ticking when I spitting whether it be a free style or written/
Twice bitten, once written now yall emcees are kittens yet to be cats
I adapt to this kind of rap and do it better than yall ever could do it/
Whether it be down south screw music or pump up ya fist, beat cha ass
East coast slam dance music, Iím coming to knock down the doors
And give it too eím raw like Old Dirty Bastard yall/

Once i step in the place, put the tech in ya face..
Nooses for the snakes, guess i'm a living disgrace..
Chase badboys out the hood, like Dipset did Mase..
Facts of life you break, get tortured, then erased..
No trace of evidence, but the motive is evident..
while your moneys spent, mines locked in a safe..
Don't get it twisted like a shoelace, i move weight..
so much my pockets obiest, still got clean slates..
Doing broadylight hits in buildings, watch the beams break..
Snatch ya cake, and icing, frames i'm slicing, and dicing..
Hoes can get it, but whores i'm not wifing..
I'm nasty like i took a shit without wiping..
Record songs without writing, i piss lightning..
slug in your rectum, too pretty for fighting..
sniping blade holders, 24/7 heavenly flow-er..
Peace lord, the chaos is chaotic, i breathe slower..
Disciplined like a tai-chi master,
speed too rapid for camcorders to capture..
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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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