P.E.A.C.E a quick dart the platoon went out and sprayed down ! BLESS
Much respekt to MAXIMUS JIGSAW and BLAQXMASQ
god damn son nooone fuckin wit the wu corp army, we come steady, heavy, we gods see??
yo whos that blackxmas dude fam dude supporting my shit mad n i aint even kno the god
PEACE YALL BANGA RIGHT HERE
Peace yall...niggaz got down with theirs on this one.
BOOOMIN SOUNDS, every one killed shit, many ill lines to quote,
ey yo Jigsama stays Rhymin lol bananerz bee
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^^^^^peace to jehovallah.
yeh i like this track,the corp has some dope artists comin through,gotta get in on it.props yo
yall but the hurt on this beat, i wasnt really feelin the beat but each of yall rocked it. Max, that was the first time i heard you reach deep for a breath in a verse, still a killer verse though. Jig Wah was steady flowin, and some dope lyrics. and menes already knows my thoughts.
really feeling how max started off his flow...menes captured the listener reight away off the bat. beat is cool..yall gotta get at me for these joints man. jig you stepped it up so fucking muuch since recording TDK mad props.
Caught up with the sky
Shot at God.
Wow, this is proper. Beat is ill and flow is all on beat. Good stuff.
and for the readers.....
Behold its the bold spectre, that strike with a gold scepter/
scrolls on a stone sketcha, revolvin the old lectures/
controllin my throne get'cha, the skeletal bones betcha/
get crushed by the lone wrecka, or blown with the crome hecklah/
bin rhymin to jigsama, the future im john connor/
barcode on the left of the flesh, my vein lava/
swords daggers n chain armor, get slain with my flame slobber/
my chants are insane papa, i shackle n chain lock ya/
constant battle with the serpents n dragons, restraint blocker/
conjure storms in my fingers n palms, i rain proper/
i travel on dirt trails, n surround em with earth spells/
i pound em with burnin flails, underground where the birth hails/
get found when they turn stale, with the worms n the earth snails/
the shock value is equivalent to that of the third rail/
im a rule till i turn pale, till they hammer the first nail/
till the tumors kill the medula, removin the cold mail!!!!
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