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    When I rhyme, it's like I'm givin' a gift to the masses
    I don't talk about money or bitches shakin' they asses
    Y'all should be takin' classes instead of fillin' ya glasses
    And droppin bullshit that you think is a classic
    Study mathematics or solids, liquids, and gasses
    Learn how to invest and you'll protect ya assets
    When ya life passes, did you really have access?
    And did it really matter who's car was the fastest?
    I'm tired of these bastards always tryin' gas us
    When we look them in the eye, they won't pass us
    Cause we the masters and they just past tense

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    i be the past tense and the presently loose
    lookin down from my throne at some peasants to shoot
    cuz the message is loot
    and all the ways i can get it
    i sit and pray to dollar secure enough to admit it
    and i aint robbin the hood but i'ma take what i need
    and break bread with my soldiers cux they break it with me
    down for breakin the knees of those ahead in the race
    and if i catch some shit talkin then i'm catchin a case
    a mack ten in your face another nigga in ya wallet
    cuz i need some cash to finance my gin and chronic
    i smoke spit and vomit you broke bitches want it
    cuz the style is polished like volcanic onyx

    I roll around with my window tint darkened/
    Now they're runnin outa room on the back of milk cartons
    -The Mantis
    Quote Originally Posted by 89vision
    Wack MC's are fun
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    You Rascal

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    Tight shit crafted on the night-shift, spit my knife hit
    Kids get saved by the nigga with the bats from the cave
    Party rave craze fave, got move flave than flavor
    Seductive saviour, hotter than sun tha hell raiser
    Cunt shaver i stay with the bush like Cheney
    Murders in the metro blame me
    I did em, biters forbidden on my beat
    Rep the streets my farts be the deadly heat
    Skeet daily, deep throat ladies slurping my babies
    Christ done gave up, knowing he couldn't save me
    Last edited by Mantra; 05-11-2007 at 11:32 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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    killa velocity toppling mad quanities probably stompin these/
    niggas into submission or till they brain frequency hissin/
    beatin these bitches brutally heartbeats "skippin' like truancies/
    my crew will feast on ya broken limps roll wit tha coldest men/
    u ass backwards like drinkin L's or smokin gin/
    run up in ya crib soak ya kin when tha ammo spray/
    camo gray fatigued cheefin reef im geeked up/
    handle strays "chop" em like an "mpc when samples play"/
    fuckin wit tha green beret spitter leave u in a fetal state quicker/
    than u can blink nigga movin smooth wit shanks splitta/
    duke's wig till tha shit bleed get cheese/
    like a rat race but gats spray them snitch things/

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    Rifle slashes, exposed corpses to infection//
    Samurai code followers, natural selection//
    Lord of the lands, 900 men for protection//
    Radical, Ballistic DNA tests strive for perfection//
    African globe trotter, circling the planet in stride//
    THC burnin, take minds on rides//l
    Through the uni~verse, who~the~worst in the flesh//
    Blood cotted negro, inflictin cardiac arrest//
    Satanic practices, kept away from society//
    Holy water baths, devils laughing maniacally//
    Armed robbery committing, lottery in hand//
    Unrighteous blashphemer caught smuggling contraband//
    Sinner in the the church, walking contradiction//
    Slit eyelids, the cause self-infliction//

    Fiyah
    Last edited by Mantra; 05-11-2007 at 11:08 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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    slashin throats on u savage-folks this nigga got tha anti-dote/
    my camp'll-"blow holes" like moby dick u know-me-pricks/
    tha kinda dunny thatll leave u in sum frozen-shit/
    rollin-wit-tha-coldest-cliques-i-"bomb"-on-sum-explosive-tip/
    throw ya body out tha ride just 2 see if u can "ghost tha whip"/
    my flows-is-sick im tha closest 2 a human virus/
    roamin-wit-goons-4-diamonds all my dukes is hungry god/
    fuck-a-fraud my gats is "looney tunes" bugs an daffy b/
    crunch-a-rapper-these-cats-im-snuffin-faster- see/
    act-ually i snap-ya vert-a-brae-exactly/
    semitrical wit ya testicals when im clappin heat/

    from da freestyle thread...

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    Fathom this fabulous heat i display to leave ya in disarray
    It's either love, or war..life, or death at the end of ya day
    Some say the earth's end is near, so to Allah i prey
    Put my heat away, but in close range if i gotta spray
    Dollars saved..fuck the paper chase
    None of these materials matter when ya corpse in the grave
    U can be a wise-man why be a slave?
    Afraid of the truth, u wanna dispute every jewell
    Flows compatible, i come in peace a pro-black radical
    Rap abilities automatical, my concepts stay grabbing you
    illest lines stabbing you, staggering loser
    One rule, keep a stashed ruegar
    In case an intruder, or looter choose ta interfere
    The frame melt-down will be critical, it's a crazy year
    I stare at my own reflection, reflecting back on re-collections
    Hip-hop i wont die for i'm just the inspector doing the inspection

    No hook, or chrous is needed my eyes red from being weeded
    Even though i don't need it, know my stress is deleted
    Here's a lesson for the class, so seeds stay seated
    Keep ya ears open, the message must be absorbed in the open
    The devil's hoping you'll all fail, so live for the moments
    to conquer the game, the last man's reign shall be potent
    Scriptures spoken into a hip-hop verse, to quech ya lyric thrist
    Don't be deceived by the church, or any religon
    Therefore one must study to see how they work
    What is worth alot of money can mean alot of danger
    Which turns to anger, surronded by strangers
    Last edited by Mantra; 05-19-2007 at 12:32 PM.



    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 style is
    a bit of verbal assault
    mixed with a hit of herbal then cough
    hard ...out workin' the law
    carved...got birds to chirp at the bar
    i mean now i got my chip in
    connects....never glitchin'
    buildin' towards the crooked fixes
    wired the bricks now the more high the grip
    real in lines while I'm off the hook
    rhymes reading defined but this is off the books
    uh
    phonic in tone subliminal verses split chronic to hit home
    still strangers appealed by the deal i put em' on
    never conceal hat low
    style is much more than the skill its how i rap sew

  9. #399

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    Aye yo,

    Slain vein slashes ,closed caskets after clashes..
    Brain damage masters in rhyming, special ed classes..
    Fastest blade throwin' tactics, attack, kid drastic..
    Carry the plastic, smacking pathetic rap-men..
    Un-wrapping gifts, never slacking on my shift..
    In the graveyard lighting a spliff..
    Running deadly blitzs, amatuers ain't fucking wit..
    The witty slicker from the city..
    Suckers suck on the mic like i suck on some titties..
    Last edited by Mantra; 05-21-2007 at 11:06 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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    i push ok not really but thanks to my automatic hook
    im rappin' past traffic without havin' to look
    past the pushers who lack will
    and i do this at wheel haha haha i raps still
    its no give in i take what they give in and make off they giving
    but now im on to the taking
    raking in the cash like the green went misplacing
    or rapping the green in plastic so they won't take mine
    or rake mine like my green went misplacing
    got so much of it it grows on trees
    and these high stacks indeed supply the growth of me
    its not a reach that personality wise well i'm quite shallow
    always wit a hoe that stays low like anvils
    though not usually one to take it to the head like advils
    in fact on the side they don't even have
    they depend on me to comebacks like half
    twice as nice i'm only depicting and degrading the past
    but never ancient like i said i get wiser everytime i make it
    figuratively allways in the holes
    like the pen is in wit the flow
    or the spin is in with the roll
    of the lines that i hold when i have it wrote
    on the back of the will
    and now that i no where i guess im ready to go

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    thoughts in the brain contain contamination
    Milkin' these cows for the carnation
    Strapped n waiting to blast bastards debating
    We shoot-out in the hood the rating movie R rated
    I'm hated by jaded bandits give em a knuckle sandwich
    Then a buck-fifty with the blade bitch
    Watch my jabs switch to combos, screams be high-pitched
    I'm ready to die sick, slick spittin' fly-ness
    Lines rip through thick frames
    Robber snatchin' big chains
    Leave you m.i.a. like Big dane
    Better keep the faith like B.i.g.'s dame
    I'm that nigga that killed Jane
    Fuck the fame, i'm fucking famous bitches
    Scripting sculpture scriptures
    Pissin' on hoes, then taking pictures
    pornographic ninja, menage trois monk
    Any emcee talking junk, slam his body in the trunk
    Snap dance on ya kneck, call this murder crunk
    Watch u want a way out?
    I spray-in and spray-out
    J.t.s. flows like tims they'll never play out
    So stay out my way like Cormega
    And never call me a god damn player
    Or else i'll play ya like drums
    Bust the iron at cha' lungs
    Got women strung on how i'm hung
    I get more honey-buns than a fat bitch
    She can be over 200 pounds and get hit
    If she got mad chips
    Last edited by Mantra; 05-25-2007 at 12:05 PM.



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

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    Time-out i had to take from the block
    People getting shot, jakes rushing spots
    Harrasing us for toking pot
    Summer time emotions hot
    While many were concerned wit putting rims on they drops
    I wanted to be on top of the street pay-roll
    Spot-light bandit that never layed low
    Seen close friends fall like dominos
    Over hoes, money, cars, and clothes
    I caught the effect
    Glock on my side, life was a mess
    Cops treating me like a terrorist
    But the dollars kept me wit enemies on the set
    Figured figures would have my future set
    Smoking ciggaretts
    Flicking my ashes on the ground the hood is wrecked
    Moms saying like dad i'll be next to be checked in a cage
    I wasn't afraid thought i was invincible
    Living by the street principles
    Had the flow but local shows didn't pay enough
    Good times were fucks, and getting drunk
    Trees had me smoked out
    But at night before bed to God i'd shout
    " please Give me a way out!"
    Ma kicked me outta house, swears coming out my mouth
    Eventually i bounced , and returned
    Unconcerned wit her concerns
    While she was screaming i was letting the reefa burn



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

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    ayo...


    corode brains like fake-gold-chains/
    i spit-flame-propane-at-ya-whole-frame/
    my-cold-game-throw-lames in a state of depression/
    spray-wit-tha-weapon fly like "soul plane" when-im-steppin/
    puff-da-lye-blow-thangs-from-da-wessun/
    straight bloody messin-timb-hoody-steppin/
    cigarello clutched in tha lip tight daily i rip-mic's/
    flip-lights shit beat outta niggas who bitch-like/
    my-grip-might crush tha whole earth if im graspin-it/
    on sum dragon-shit u see da smoke if im passin-it/
    jurrasic-scripts-my-impact-is-sick....blast-wit-clipd-u-cant-stand-this-spit!....

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    Dune gambit goons
    Rampart these marks/
    Shark the cards cut cha spades
    On the edge of the table and call e’m diamonds/
    Lying on vase blaze these steams
    Cover ya face with masks gunning for the regime/
    Dog those hoes my flows be astrophysics
    With words and widgets my spit deviates/
    Concourse flowing wit the iron horse
    Campus cruise bronze bruise these crews/
    Camera security purity rhyme scheme
    Now you dreaming of another for me/
    I glow in the dark like a lamp shade
    Laying e’m out PREDATOR style you know I’m wild/
    Virtually you ain’t never heard of me
    Except my connects put cha in check/
    Doe rake ya head into these databases
    You can’t encase e’m I base e’m off books I’ve read their hooks/
    They don’t accumulate much but back taxes
    My raps be waxing their asses worse than graded courses/
    I passport my courses via websites driven smite
    Lyrically I excel where most emcees fail WORDPLAY
    You better check the display like TECHWON say/

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    gotta get u up to date
    like i upped the pace
    and not really how long it takes for me to punch away
    but wait i shouldn't crunch numbers till i have lunch today
    this way i can rap in exchange for snacks or breaks
    damn hopefully i didn't forget to pack the plate
    cos if i left it at home i might have to crack the safe
    use the lines to direct me and in an emergency snap back the case
    that the bars contain where the verse is but where ya refrain
    cos most ya can't take what the bars serve too inverse in vein
    the place where beats are too difficult to listen too
    rappers are overdue to have heart and be lyrical
    cos if 4get to check wit the labels
    all the hard work isn't as hard earned when you fail to make it memorable

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