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  1. #3601
    billyanalogue
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    "Joyce Cannon chased me down the nature trail
    But Bobby Grant was slower than a fucking snail
    they couldn't catch me cus i'm so fucking quick
    every time bobby see's a kid he always wanx his dik" - FRANK as Human Calculator 2o01

  2. #3602
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    Ayo God Ayo we need you to know you suck dick n*gga

    You walking around scared to look
    You suckin-on-alot-of-little-kidda-niggys-dick
    They never around when the beef cooks in my part of town
    Now we growin up with envy for the cops n shit
    Searchin' for the middle of the East for props and shit

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    Quote Originally Posted by J.T.S. View Post
    the hypnotic turmoil coming soon olives surround my entrance
    throwing daggers from a distance kush loads are lifted
    quanity is quality so bogus bags will have your internals shifted
    don't eat steak poisoned by the poisner the hitman's gifted
    retire know the fire(blaow) release the cash cow
    roll it up with my grass pals fiends hit em off for half down
    back up pack up and flee the fire-storm mentality
    smooth intent determines the size of the dents
    Crazy caliber spits sporadik so recent
    Tell it right off the gallons iv'e grafted mic's
    gung-ho gun-roll a shogun gruesome life
    show you the dueces true to the game trueces
    seargeants fire on attorney doofus
    generate the death rate with radical nooses
    set on the path of Judas,
    I can only foresee a black future for these sad sheep
    following their cash feet
    I give them happiness and relief for their last freedoms
    their blood feeds my drums and beats,
    in my kingdom the dumb speak and become too large to see
    my currency is red rum and belief,
    they come to me willingly and lay their souls on my sheets
    displayed in prose for the streets,
    my cornerstones are greed, lust and gluttony
    so much is done for the double-headed coin of love and green
    envy and deceit are plentiful, all are welcome to reap freely
    in an ill treaty I was bound to walk all Earths and seas,
    given birth to disease I served as adviser of foreign kings
    sworn to secrecy,
    my sword swings are born of an in-bred form of familiarity
    lord of men and their shared seed,
    I bare teeth against torches and ropes swinging
    my rotting corpse twitches in a sulfuric and roaring breeze....
    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

  4. #3604
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    Niggas brush it off like it don't mean shit
    Shrugging off all the words that i spit
    Alotta niggas even governments spread that deception
    So i stab them in they eye till they have no depth perception
    My room is not a temple, it's a police box
    I can't stand when a dumb nigga talks
    With my words of wisdom i remain strong
    Conducting a brainstorm making the pain form

  5. #3605
    billyanalogue
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    i saw 10 men fucking another nigga
    wu-tang clan a bunch of fucking niggas
    yo it's like niggas fuckin' niggas
    i'm like zeig heil to all the fuckin' niggas
    then i pull the trigga on another fuckin nigga
    a suckin' nigga, a stupid fuckin nigga
    i wanna hang, but not with a nigga
    niggas got gangs and guns and think they bigga

  6. #3606
    billyanalogue
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    old niggas, tall niggas,
    short niggas, niggas
    niggas on drugs niggas in jail
    niggas got rich by livin a life of hell
    nigga get to jail, get to know your cell
    nigga go have a heart attack and fail
    (get to hell g-get to hell)
    Last edited by billyanalogue; 12-21-2010 at 09:12 AM.

  7. #3607
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    Niggas with heart attacks, brothers get smashed by a car
    Niggas livin' in a mansion paid for by the A&R
    Everyone hates a fake fucking nigga
    Dancin' on the TV pullin' fake fuckin triggas
    I travel through yo hood packin' a megaphone
    And a kilt on.... Shoutin' Fuck You hommes
    Niggas get they kids to come out with a gat
    Runnin' in yo crib and yo mamma get smacked

  8. #3608

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    Quote Originally Posted by .5KutSkeleton View Post
    set on the path of Judas,
    I can only foresee a black future for these sad sheep
    following their cash feet
    I give them happiness and relief for their last freedoms
    their blood feeds my drums and beats,
    in my kingdom the dumb speak and become too large to see
    my currency is red rum and belief,
    they come to me willingly and lay their souls on my sheets
    displayed in prose for the streets,
    my cornerstones are greed, lust and gluttony
    so much is done for the double-headed coin of love and green
    envy and deceit are plentiful, all are welcome to reap freely
    in an ill treaty I was bound to walk all Earths and seas,
    given birth to disease I served as adviser of foreign kings
    sworn to secrecy,
    my sword swings are born of an in-bred form of familiarity
    lord of men and their shared seed,
    I bare teeth against torches and ropes swinging
    my rotting corpse twitches in a sulfuric and roaring breeze....
    like farms we move oxes ladies love us cause we give em more screws than tool boxes
    true boxers ..who can stop us? electric eel's couldn't shock us
    mouth poppers get properly popped as well as crime stoppers
    rocket rhyme launchers player and big baller stompers
    you got to deal with the choppers for telling whoppers
    No fabrications or allegations just exotic creations
    work this like i was casing it's facial damage theyr'e facing
    Changing formats my form mapped storm strapped raging
    iron hands fiery glands bullet-proof troops on your lands
    one punch tooth in your hand de ja vu like steely dan
    kill-a-army til' they feel it fam then fufill my plans
    murder the ave angrily stab stuck up drivers in cabs
    back-up the pick-up truck through your lab
    bags for the dead-beat dads parilized in their pads
    you shook just a tad putting money on my tabs
    peace to crabs that pinch god's that lynch
    We blowing up spots phrophets still profit off the hits



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

  9. #3609
    billyanalogue
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    Default quik little freestyle i made up whilst in the shower

    niggas robbin' niggas while robbin other niggas
    while the other niggas rob another niggas other nigga
    niggas are pathetic, they aint atheletic
    niggas drink piss thats why they anorexic

  10. #3610

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    the flow saws' platoons pause i'm banned by the mods
    speed off so fast just a blue streak they saw
    out of vision somewhere giving we true and living
    inflicted inflictions on those insane when my brain glows
    buck em down stained clothes on earth carrying angels
    just practice at a target yeah grief stricken hoes
    digital kills to pay analogue bills fire at will
    the hands winter chilled icey rappers frost bite still
    get down the holes ready i buried Bill
    the ultimate fighter hostage killed
    no negotiations he broke the nation
    security national unatural rating
    queen mating make her cheeks bounce hormones baking



    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
    the flow saws' platoons pause i'm banned by the mods
    speed off so fast just a blue streak they saw
    out of vision somewhere giving we true and living
    inflicted inflictions on those insane when my brain glows
    buck em down stained clothes on earth carrying angels
    just practice at a target yeah grief stricken hoes
    digital kills to pay analogue bills fire at will
    the hands winter chilled icey rappers frost bite still
    get down the holes ready i buried Bill
    the ultimate fighter hostage killed
    no negotiations he broke the nation
    security national unatural rating
    queen mating make her cheeks bounce hormones baking
    as we both pay bills long overdue,
    our analogue service review is murder to slow learning fools
    the learning curve is too steep for this low feud,
    we are soldiered crews posted by bolts and fueled by soldering tools
    portrayed as soulless and ruthless, there is some truth to the legends told
    we are competitive over oceans and controlled flows,
    our motions seem opposed but the final scene has yet to unfold
    calm, collected and minds composed
    opponents get twisted necks staying connected to our binary codes
    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

  12. #3612
    billyanalogue
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    Default i foam poems out the mouth

    make ya wanna
    Give it up, got ya whole crew splittin' up
    kickin' up rhymes in ya prime but ya spittin sucks
    flows got you sittin up, like i aint sick enough
    spittin rough, livin tough
    ...i just dont give a fuck

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    Quote Originally Posted by billyanalogue View Post
    make ya wanna
    Give it up, got ya whole crew splittin' up
    kickin' up rhymes in ya prime but ya spittin sucks
    flows got you sittin up, like i aint sick enough
    spittin rough, livin tough
    ...i just dont give a fuck

    Were the divine one's with exotic dimes and refined guns
    Stars alligned with my son's soak up this wisdom
    spoken real focused with toast in the field
    too many boast about who they killed
    spots are hotter than blasted blue steel
    the fake can't relate i'm true real
    ask those amongst the chumps who catch lumps for trafficing bumps
    Babies pump to grateful dead fiends they o.d. slumped
    in the front of cars faces on horns the cases aren't scorned
    razors to split ya skin torn it's a terrible storm
    watch out for the kids that kill for the corn
    leave you with ligaments torn mothers tortured while barbies are born
    So days go and many come devil's succumb to one of my many guns
    fired cross-fire cannons clutched by a live wire that only death can retire
    i spit tired like an exhausted choir my harmony admired



    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
    Were the divine one's with exotic dimes and refined guns
    Stars alligned with my son's soak up this wisdom
    spoken real focused with toast in the field
    too many boast about who they killed
    spots are hotter than blasted blue steel
    the fake can't relate i'm true real
    ask those amongst the chumps who catch lumps for trafficing bumps
    Babies pump to grateful dead fiends they o.d. slumped
    in the front of cars faces on horns the cases aren't scorned
    razors to split ya skin torn it's a terrible storm
    watch out for the kids that kill for the corn
    leave you with ligaments torn mothers tortured while barbies are born
    So days go and many come devil's succumb to one of my many guns
    fired cross-fire cannons clutched by a live wire that only death can retire
    i spit tired like an exhausted choir my harmony admired
    dead cha best by the way of the west, didn't cha know I am the best/
    ref the game, check down your lames, garth brooks ya looks
    hold cha colt my colds be frostly brewed didn't cha know I knew/
    out cha tandom by the words I laminate animate
    cammera stakes bananna cakes pie up your cute wives/
    ain't gon lie wondering why i'm the villian ya wishing you was
    cold cut throw dubs at cha bro's sluts side swipe ur iron mics/
    at the gist of looking pist I can switch frames operate from maine to queens
    checking in by any means neglected chin check it best western from the east/
    sniper rifle eifle tower your wild isle now by the nile
    I am the ships best sailor, sales man dead end/






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    Quote Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS View Post
    dead cha best by the way of the west, didn't cha know I am the best/
    ref the game, check down your lames, garth brooks ya looks
    hold cha colt my colds be frostly brewed didn't cha know I knew/
    out cha tandom by the words I laminate animate
    cammera stakes bananna cakes pie up your cute wives/
    ain't gon lie wondering why i'm the villian ya wishing you was
    cold cut throw dubs at cha bro's sluts side swipe ur iron mics/
    at the gist of looking pist I can switch frames operate from maine to queens
    checking in by any means neglected chin check it best western from the east/
    sniper rifle eifle tower your wild isle now by the nile
    I am the ships best sailor, sales man dead end/




    A monk but not felonious call out the phoniest
    skillz wrap-up the year's end my technique dropped the loneliest
    the pigs coming with hounds wondering where i slid
    in the mountains snow-capped huskies running my sled
    bounty on my head the county wants me dead
    i fed crooks a crooked communist with a red book
    trying to put me in prison his visions cooked
    ratting on your fam that's a bad look
    dropped from a red hook your props are took
    mc's so feminime they rap rocking pocket-books
    thieves pocket books unaware i have more in store
    your value only worth a penny or more
    cats want to play rough but aren't built for a war
    flow from the sea to the shore to the earth's core
    a darkman shining the light of the lord
    you want the mic before you strike die with the cord
    flex in the accord chess pieces knocked off the board
    rappers running the bill-board's sounding bored
    giving in to frustration i fractured the skull of Satan
    with the battle-axe attack with nerves shaking
    adrenaline rush a touch of facination
    shots like vaccanations til' i free the nation



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

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