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    Yang 5th dong #1 NEWRdaMC's Avatar
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    that last post was so wack
    that i pulled the jack and stuff the screen full of thumbtacks
    it made me sick and it was a reminder
    wack rhymes are gayer than eye liner
    not a co-signer to bitchassness
    or a hip hop race,
    most rap cats think they can spit, i call it a phase

    next word: 8-ball
    "At the party when i move my body, gotta get up and BEEEEEEEESUMBODY!!!!!"

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    move this shit like a clogged toilet
    hoiste it over the edge, lap a rap page to coil it to get a head
    'hasta la vista' is what the govener said,
    when he milked tupac's death,
    in the state of kalifornia
    where crips get nickles,
    and where the bloods get red?

    next word: jump
    "At the party when i move my body, gotta get up and BEEEEEEEESUMBODY!!!!!"

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    PM beamin bustin off shots like seman right where ya seein. Left slump over leanin.
    Oddio visious venomious villian box the sox off unables and willings. Drug dealings rat squeling depending the feeling picking body parts off of the ceiling.
    8 balls in big bump. Lushis lumps like lady humps. Nose clogged in clumps of white chunks. Bouncin high in sky like hulk jumps.

    ...Or Somerthing like that... Next word...CANDLES
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    disorderly fashion contenders and stars get flattened we make it happen
    you'll never make it scrapping unload on a foe with passion
    jewels snatched and bagged lunatics that'll run in your labs
    street grads that roll like arabs that drive cabs
    never was laid back still i got laid black
    up jumps the boogie as i step on elementary raps
    i'll be happy to hack a heckler for a 20 sack
    the black buddha is back so pay homage or get your face cracked
    or they'll find you with your cards out wondering where the ace at
    got blown out birthday candle style you and your girl the pussy was where your face at

    next word; shambles



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

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    who wanna rumble with humble mumble mouth five star
    general admission to my position is so far it's stellar
    my relations to the constellaions allows me to emanate like a quasar
    scar ya face with a taste from my lyrical tase-r
    Get Em Out Ya Way Pa
    is the theme i high beam on the scene
    to make cock-a-roaches scramble
    leave their genes for the Sunshine team to clean
    the rest of the mess that was left in shambles....

    next word - marvel
    "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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    shot spit from the barrell babies baricade the frontlines
    in the front dimes crying at the ignorace of mankind
    Peace of mind we can't find just escape through drinking wine
    blood money one arm pull up to the safe
    felt the hate behind the knock at the door it's the apes
    chest sore beating to reach the core cowars murdered in the corner store
    time was quarter to four all they found was arm n' hammer plus shells on the floor
    remains shipped through cargo a life gone full of marvel

    nextword: maiden



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    Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
    Hell razah

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    guerilla warfare...who dare to challenge my special ops
    i stay focused...Burn Notice got my spying on the cops
    circling blocks before i stop
    my rest haven GPS can't plot
    i stay misbehavin' cravin' for fumes from burnt weed crops
    but my sabbatical changes my tacital theme
    so i stroll the bar scene
    sippin' top notch scotch from the crotch
    of honey named Raven
    a pristine Black Irish Queen
    who's a clean shavin' bar maiden....lol

    next word: falcon
    "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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    murderous styles diasters all natural flying through clouds
    amazing crowds on how i swing the crow-bars against all odds
    bang your broads never went the broad-way threw em out cars
    so they can make tracks as i make moves with my action pack
    bone them then pass em back to you fake macks with your soon to be mine stacks
    devil cats get found dead on the train tracks with bloody slacks
    i'm trying to get money so see me cashing all my quarters back
    the lord of wax react mad max like wasp defense stinging you chaps
    flinging you back in time where emcee's didn't spit about crack, and crimes

    you don't have a nine you have a nine to five
    so so back the fuck up and don't pop shit
    or you'll be dead seed an orpan quit pouting
    and shouting and face the falcon

    next wordotem pole
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    Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
    Hell razah

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    multiple 9 to 5'...hustlin' to stay alive
    my main salary allows me to time to update my art gallery
    rhymes are sublime and have Family Ties like Mallory
    tough guys pass me by casually and tuck they grandma chain gradually
    some rob and steal to eat a meal
    or keep ho's on the stroll wearing out their heel
    both got mass appeal
    so before in them i used to dabble and deal
    along with sellin' dubs but that was really only to my brahs
    enough love across the map
    natives love my knack to rap
    i remember way back
    when i went to AZ
    a local Shaman saw me
    took me to his reservation
    the congregation showed elation
    and pointed to my amazement
    lo and behold
    there i was the MosHigh carved in they totem pole....

    next word: astroid
    "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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    destroy paranoids with hardware it's hard here
    sitting up shocked like i'm in a electric chair
    top your volts put you to sleep eternally like a distressed kick from a colt
    pay homage or get smoked zig-zag style or twisted with quotes
    my spits they all float my bitches who blow all choke
    deep in her throat switch positions to poke
    never living large like clinton off coke
    take me out your flow or get blown off the globe
    got a kobe shot coldest on the drop
    you couldn't pop tarts an asteroid missed the mark

    next word: harbor



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

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    my pair of ducks erupt the entire Casino
    no Royale luck wit ya flush ya best to retire ya scheme yo
    all in ya ten had no heart
    i rock the boat on the river
    and ya straight fell apart
    cash in hand i demand
    stop bitchin' and be a man
    or i'll take ya bunny playboy
    and leave ya muscle where they stand
    oh...and killjoy ya convoy
    hoppin' out the black van
    a black man with g
    ta make ya Scream as easy as 1,2,3
    none of ya nuh's better look at me funny
    nuh, ya know my name now give me my money
    or i'll leave your nose runny
    this ain't a Bronx tale and you ain't Sonny
    you know what nevermind, why should i bother
    i made a lot threats
    and you still haven't come up with my chips yet
    so after fuck yo bitch i'm ditch y'all both in the harbor


    next word: hmmmmmm (does that count as a word...lol)
    "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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    it's madness where i rest a test to etch-a-sketch
    my infection perfection for conflicts kevlar vests
    waterproof walking on seas to reach the best
    o.T. with a gold dime on the dee my name on her chest
    do her til' she satisfied in the room
    blastimg Mf doom bass on boom
    she was like hmmm...

    next word: palpilate



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    Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
    Hell razah

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    evolutionary champ...revolutionary rant
    walk the talk and stamp
    Mr. Nice Guy on photons i fly
    dot ya eye and scan the third
    superb with the word
    black space inbetween on each line
    designed to decode and upgrade your mind
    next level... me you can always find
    smell the aroma when it creeps up on ya
    ya honey took a whiff and couldn't resist
    to feel the pain she couldn't wait
    on her back, legs in the air, she started to shake
    makin' her thighs wiggle and her pussy palpitate...

    next word: vital
    "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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    cool daddy in the caddy riding with dirty weaponry
    gloves leather bloody cheddar let's learn a degree
    and speak openly smoking only trees
    i'm the breeze that blew from the east
    onpoint i'm a decease order to beasts
    street game champ here's your dance of defeat
    so let's leap for turns my depth is known
    steep steps to the furnace of heat
    vital to break apart a villian a week

    next word: rationalize



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    Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
    Hell razah

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    clever wit whateva endeavor
    sever whenever never lesser
    but better then my competitor
    day and night type predator
    hide and seek peek a boo ICU
    when I see you behind that mean mug
    i'll wrap you in a clean rug
    after i feed you a poisonous slug
    hug then shove you in hydrochloric acid tub
    Heisenberg sick with words
    a samurai with liquid verbs
    action-packed Breaking Bad
    cook up a batch of glass so fast
    you'll be hosiptialize...
    doctors with methane gas masks
    will be tryin' to rationalize....


    next word: Chimera
    "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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