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    Default tropical rhyme-storms

    chrous

    the time's on madness and mayhem by the break of dawn
    curses casted on bastards that refuse to upgrade their rhyme-forms
    know your designs torn by verbal tornadoes and tropical rhyme-storms

    verse 1

    punch in the clock or your getting punched with a lock
    just in the explanation of variations of how the swinging fists rocked
    no ducking this shot lava hot degrees to melt the pot
    it's like saigon drama lyrics grip on ya how a pit locks
    cracks what his ribs got he didn't scream he just dropped
    he shoudv'e just stopped and retreated to a pit stop
    instead of creative concepts he bragged about his wrist-watch
    we switched spots as kids watched beatings with whops
    tires screeching on cops on the 2-way chatting with pops
    refusing to give-up he's frustrated that the bucks stopped
    he's tough(not) just a stranger unknown to danger glocks
    cuffed in the parking lot sentenced to a shitty cell-block
    that's not hot he re-arranged his thinking alot
    got out and blew his cream on gold bonds, and stocks
    instead of white rocks those 18 months he almost forgot
    til' he was reminded in a dream when time rewinded
    back to the genesis images defined this
    undetected motion of emotional commotion
    watching another follower blown by a pistol buster in the open
    people running his mind roller-coasting the victim choking
    the killer ditched the gun that was smoking him and the devil eloping


    verse two

    it was impending doom out of control weather
    a mixture of rain and strong winds mother nature's so clever
    man was never trusted he rebuked god and planned his own endeavors
    and then came the vendetta demons casted on earth
    with evil intensions and treasures
    silver, and gold blinded a enemy to break bread for his soul
    in the end it was too late for repentance the karma so cold
    as the air left his lungs the pain was so great left his whole body numb
    all he wanted to be was the one a rebael that lived by the gun
    he felt forsaken as his whole body was shaken by death vibrations
    the devil was waiting and happily thanked him
    even the truth couldn't awake him his body shut-down
    he saw his whole life passed as he fell to the ground
    and then the next king was given the crown
    to rule a whole empire destination under-ground
    met a queen so love was found he was world renown
    a muscial guru known in every city, and town
    for his wise words but one day a challenger observed
    mastered his style and demanded a battle of words
    challenge accepted as he was given a copy of the king's rules
    he battled the dude surrounded by both crews
    spooked by how the dude had the same style he nearly with-drew
    it was a draw as the whole crowd booed
    Last edited by Mantra; 02-11-2011 at 11:27 AM.



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