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    aiyo...i tip toe show n prove the emperor's new groove
    smooth criminal like a Seminole i grip and scalp if you doubt
    i can handle my tool i rule areas the surveyor never drew
    Apache tomahawk will stop all that tough talk you threw
    who knew my Cherokee assembly make faces pale weak and fraile
    the peace pipe i inhale never fails to lift me to levels where all's well
    native tongue like Plug 1 speech reach by sound of drum
    teach those who seek relief my spear will bring em near God's peak
    wearing a grizzley headdress the spirit i possess is unique
    the warrior high chief you need to know before your ghost like Skampoe...

    next word: drizzle
    "Fuck fame... I'll shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim." - Masta Killah (One Blood)

    "Kiss the pyramid...experiment wit high explosives. I slap box wit Jesus....lick shots at Joseph." - GFK (Daytona 500)

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    the game is glamour and glitz, pussy, and tits
    money over lost your bitches got stuck for your scripts
    jews got your chips best friend got the mother of your kids
    stickup kids ran your jewels with a calico to your wig
    you ain't ready to die you don't want to be Big
    but your copying Pac it all stopped when you got popped
    fronting next to me mustv'e been the shots and the ecstasy
    piegons scooped all your cash they can detect a freak
    add the super can't master your high your walking sheep
    when the storm hits the rain drizzle will reveal the weak

    next word; postpone



    My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
    Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
    Hell razah

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    homegrown i stay in the zone roam crops like a cyclone
    Badus foam waiting to inhale the bone On and On in their Window seat they moan
    incense in the air clouds my lair with smoke that would choke a bear
    bongwater i sip on a dare and unleashed wild beasts from the snare
    slow motion picture i scribe the scripture to lift the rafters
    stands in my hands meet my demands the master crafter
    space shuttles discover my trek amongst the stars
    light might take while but when it strikes it leaves scars
    flights i frequent with a co-pilot or on my own
    high skies i fly trips i never postpone....

    next word: dooky
    Last edited by MosHigh; 07-23-2010 at 08:58 AM.
    "Fuck fame... I'll shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim." - Masta Killah (One Blood)

    "Kiss the pyramid...experiment wit high explosives. I slap box wit Jesus....lick shots at Joseph." - GFK (Daytona 500)

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    niggas can get head but don't know were their headed
    end of the road once a soul's sold spiritually deaded
    my kin's kinetic no sugar diet so i'm not a diabetic
    never regretted leaving a pussy wetted for being pathetic
    set it secure settled the score killed em in bed with a whore
    when it rains it pours on the heads of the poor
    my spit defines venom let it be like john lennon
    a quick ending for any assasins they sending
    wrapping my new-born in fine linens
    you got heart shoot me quit acting spooky
    we can drop the guns i'm on that dog-shit throw your face in some dooky

    next word: consolidate



    My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
    Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
    Hell razah

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    Murder in the Verse Degree, Churches turnin' Burgundy
    Curses from the Worst regime, Servant to the serpentine
    Curtains Close, when it takes a hint that you'll perform
    This is Grown man B.I. and you still ain't fully born
    Schoolin' groups, despite the hasty attitude they show off
    I react by turning all their little avenues to cole slaw
    You couldn't reach the magnitude of lattitudes i dove off
    counting sheep when sound asleep, were you rapping? shit i dozed off
    My motives for this notice is to silence those that Gotta Hate
    Explosive, any Dosage of my vile flows will Clog ur veins
    Spokenn is the poet, on this violent road you're Not awake
    You don't Want my Tank and your Bike to go Consolidate

    NW: Triumphant

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    mission insertion..im certain your condition is worsened
    when i submit you in person and your driven to urgent
    care facilities, capabilities tower, whiskey sours
    since the early hours, powered by sixties of powder
    still im pissin clean, bling, sparkles glistening
    king, breathin' listerine, but it's harmfull listening
    take your arm for dissin me, then use it to bludgeon you
    re-attach it physically by rubbin' the knub in glue
    cuz there's nothin to do.. dont try to leave me sized up
    the triumphs, the plus size trunk your lyin' in tied up

    nw- pilgrim

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    no giving thanks to those who conceal shanks
    backstabbers and booty grabbers pillage the village become kidnappers
    but i stay dapper like a Don and a trapper like Ricky D's Davey Crocket song
    old school i'm fond but got bangers for these kids to suckle on
    cyphers i fill in the flow is still real grim
    coast to coast pigs I roast then give a toast like a pilgrim...

    nw: audio
    "Fuck fame... I'll shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim." - Masta Killah (One Blood)

    "Kiss the pyramid...experiment wit high explosives. I slap box wit Jesus....lick shots at Joseph." - GFK (Daytona 500)

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    toast to my folks supreme fog smoke the screen sick mix like coke n' lean
    seldom seen stashing green eye glasses gleam
    Focus kept as the locust wept we terminated the set
    Done direct by early sun-rise your advised to step
    Live and blessed cess in pockets hidden rockets
    vision profit and living off it insure the gold coffin
    once rich robbing with the clip throbbin'
    human nature to break a faker leave em hobblin'
    peace to all who know the godly glow
    Designed to blow your audio..

    next word: faithful



    My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
    Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
    Hell razah

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    I never fall short, always war more, you wanna call it off ?
    Veteran return with better verse which you cant learn, thats a definite...
    rate it excellent, while yours bores like methodist, this is a raw sport..
    -Indefinite- , Im tall, you short, I finesse with blessed spits, filling face crevices
    My style is MINT like PEPPERMINT..in turn, yours been burned like evidence...
    like an outfielder.. you can be catching it..aint a compliement, just some hostileness..
    Ive changed over the years, its obvious, by Yeshua, halleluyah, no longer bottled in..!
    He choose ya..ya dont pick him..Old Testament, common sense..! WuCorp my Regiment..
    oFF Hiatus, rememberin', each letter sent, forum form weapons against terrorists...
    disable the hateful to excellence..avoid fatal errorness, so I can enable the FAITHFUL

    NEXT WORD: Apparently

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    we pillage villages of pilgrims on this grim pilgrimmage
    fireworks parade the sky as we march on your ribs
    star on your grid stay in the car or get scarred for the fibs
    process your edits mind refreshed with flows on the death date of b.I.g.
    chest open heart exposed holding a gallery of flows
    continue the journey beat a hippie on my tippie-toes
    come and get me hoes gasping unable to get a grasp
    the silent tyrant that roars after a blast
    rope turned loose and the next bruise is rarely seen
    removed his spleen his parents wept apparently

    next word: converted



    My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
    Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
    Hell razah

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    Quote Originally Posted by J.T.S. View Post
    we pillage villages of pilgrims on this grim pilgrimmage
    fireworks parade the sky as we march on your ribs
    star on your grid stay in the car or get scarred for the fibs
    process your edits mind refreshed with flows on the death date of b.I.g.
    chest open heart exposed holding a gallery of flows
    continue the journey beat a hippie on my tippie-toes
    come and get me hoes gasping unable to get a grasp
    the silent tyrant that roars after a blast
    rope turned loose and the next bruise is rarely seen
    removed his spleen his parents wept apparently

    next word: converted

    from a planet of dark matter I take form and a storm is mastered,
    torn between chords and patterns my core is shattered
    past clouds of ignorance I stitch unusual images,
    accused as witches for our use of digits
    two different percentages wagering ages for weathered terrain
    feathers are brains for birds that bother to learn the best services,
    we hunt peaceful vermin,
    sneaky wordmen claiming to be recently converted

    next work: Officer
    weep for lost babylon,
    the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog
    bordered by a sea of faults,
    fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt
    screaming shots, police and chalk,
    wingless fallen demons walking among us as people...

    -.5Kut

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    new converts brainwashed by militiamen
    behold a giant, scribble with a feather pen
    excerise my rights, fight with mics in a lions den
    sabre tooth tiger, fire harden war machine ironmen
    keepers of the diamond zen, enlighten when squads firin
    never tirin, turnin tires then peel out the cipher
    militant marauders, you just hip hop police first officer

    next word: commando

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    Converted thoughts synchronized over loops loop-hole your troops
    trash-talking stay masked often in coffins weight is moved
    fuck your pants and shoes we dance on fools the foolish fooled
    many lack bravery chamber trapped hearts removed
    chips on the table fuck a lable liable to enslave you
    my coutre cave crews cup runneth over with grey goose
    bitches stay loose with rotten clits smellin' like fish
    wailin' for affection shittin' out greasy ribs
    we quick to strike rhyme infliction like cryptonite
    six in the morning starving to rip the mic
    fiends loaded like bases going on hunger strikes
    checks cashed the dummies grands go
    we stand flow untouched in this urban commando

    next word: obscure
    Last edited by Mantra; 01-07-2011 at 11:38 AM.



    My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
    Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
    Hell razah

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    Secretly my posts and rhymes all are a diss thats loud
    to all the Demons in my head who did me proud (not)

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    Do you know Linstidind from Planet Quadruple-E?
    I'll shoot an MC and diss a muthafuckin' sucka's motherfucker, muthafuCKA
    Last edited by billyanalogue; 11-22-2010 at 05:13 PM.

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