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  1. #3436

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    Quote Originally Posted by J.T.S. View Post
    my vision is futurisctic i can see death these thieves stressed
    kneck to kneck with tree connects always chiefing the best
    never bet on life my lyrics so live you could televise what i write
    rock opposing emcee's to sleep on the mic fuck your plight
    ain't no love when he touch-down give me the trophy by sun-down
    watch the pigs raid the lab not one gun found
    bitches jumping for my balls like rebounds got weed by the pounds
    tracks like trump stacks cut em like crack so they can't come-back
    inhumane when i go insane doc's saying relax or relapse
    had to strangle em fool got me confused with eminem
    an end for all men who be so pussy you'd think they ate it before they were rapping
    napping on pillows soon to be bloody like li'l kim my style stay ugly
    crack your fucking face with a coffee mug if you try to mug me
    stay Hungry, kinda like tha Country Fuck These Dumb Dweebs..
    Crush Each Mc with Such Ease, make they Tounge's Bleed with Envy
    Funny a Plenty, when ya Dummy's Always Mention ya Gunning a Many..
    when really ya just Runnin' from Every, One of My Sentry's..
    leave ya Neck Slit, i'm not typical ive got more diversity then Chex Mix
    i SEx chick's, while u Just Lick, up n down on my Erect Dick
    Bet Chips, that i Collect more Respect then u in This life n tha Next Bitch

    Tables Turn..Which Made it Worse, Engaged N' Searched..
    for a Way ta' Learn, how ta Take tha' Curse of the Weight of Earth
    Incase it Curved, and Strained my Nervous System..
    Rage it Burst, n' Explained in Words how ta Further Wisdom


    Take ya life plus ya afterlife -Bloodshed

  2. #3437

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    freestylin' i Be Ballin' and i don't Mean B Ballin', Seize ya Week-ly A-llowance
    don't Sign no Peace Trea-ty so ya Weakling's Be Cautious,
    Creeping..or Sneaking best believe me i Guarntee if u see me u will Be Bleeding
    or betta yet ya Betta Jet, or Else face tha Dire Con-se-quence?
    fuck wat Simon Says', It'll Be a Violent End, with ur Survival Percent
    at it's all tyme low, kinda like tha Unemployed, I'll destroy ya

    Tables Turn..Which Made it Worse, Engaged N' Searched..
    for a Way ta' Learn, how ta Take tha' Curse of the Weight of Earth
    Incase it Curved, and Strained my Nervous System..
    Rage it Burst, n' Explained in Words how ta Further Wisdom


    Take ya life plus ya afterlife -Bloodshed

  3. #3438

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    peace dangerous

    were hitting home-runs meanwhile bust on your wisdom's tongue
    ain't no love son get your guns your kingdom's done
    chickenheads deliver the ransom then i'll free your son
    tree's are spun handle the rock like nate robinson
    pollying with paranoia will destroy ya useless bum
    dodge the pun and face the punishment puzzle one
    breathe deeply crazed with no connections
    after i bust out your lab hoes made it a nut house
    See what i clutch enough to end em 2 minutes into round one
    tried to sober your act still i found scum
    your drowned done another clown hung out to dry in the sun
    speakers blow delete your soul to satan it was sold
    on a december night icy cold on a lifeless road
    and remember i'm bold deadly to any who dare avenge meet their ends with this sword i hold



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

  4. #3439

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    Born ta Flow, as i Morph n Orbit tha Globe, my Coordinates will Show..
    that i've been There n Done That, your End'z Near n i Done That..
    I Don't Pretend When I Deliver a flow n Send them under tha River Below
    i'm like a Quiver of Arrows n a Bow, tha way i STrike with such Percise Aim
    if u want we'll end this shyt Tonight Mayne, afta tha sunset but b4 tha Sunrise A-gain

    Tables Turn..Which Made it Worse, Engaged N' Searched..
    for a Way ta' Learn, how ta Take tha' Curse of the Weight of Earth
    Incase it Curved, and Strained my Nervous System..
    Rage it Burst, n' Explained in Words how ta Further Wisdom


    Take ya life plus ya afterlife -Bloodshed

  5. #3440

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    killer instinct like spinal, ill slap a sixteen to vinyl
    my distinct style deletes rivals, like incomplete files
    beating trials 'n cheating final tests.. recitals of death
    sightin rifles to chests..ya final breath.. wife and a child left
    fatherless, cuz if ya bother this ill feed u blotter hits
    tie you down til knots are fixed 'n torture you with water drips
    forcing back your femur til it pops n splits across your hips
    hope you got a cross to kiss you pompous prick! NOW talk sum shit
    what, ya cant even stand, your postures shit, need a hand
    layin' there like a bleeding lamb thrown out to feed the damned
    man i aint playin, im the face of satan.. aint savin no maidens
    im jus makin sure when im sprayin' that im aimin with patience
    watchin my prey thru surveilance optics..ya drop as a shot licks
    pop shit out a thirty-ought six, wutcha got in them pockets?
    loose change or a new chain.. really, could give a fuck less
    you let your luck stretch, fuck vests.. ill cut the fuck out ya neck
    rockin locs, step away as im carvin throats, pardon folks
    or ill pick you apart like artichokes with flows hard as oak
    dont lose me now, my fluid sound jus smokes these dudes around
    its like they new to town, dont make me put these fuckin boots to crowns

  6. #3441

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    Quote Originally Posted by KingShyt View Post
    killer instinct like spinal, ill slap a sixteen to vinyl
    my distinct style deletes rivals, like incomplete files
    beating trials 'n cheating final tests.. recitals of death
    sightin rifles to chests..ya final breath.. wife and a child left
    fatherless, cuz if ya bother this ill feed u blotter hits
    tie you down til knots are fixed 'n torture you with water drips
    forcing back your femur til it pops n splits across your hips
    hope you got a cross to kiss you pompous prick! NOW talk sum shit
    what, ya cant even stand, your postures shit, need a hand
    layin' there like a bleeding lamb thrown out to feed the damned
    man i aint playin, im the face of satan.. aint savin no maidens
    im jus makin sure when im sprayin' that im aimin with patience
    watchin my prey thru surveilance optics..ya drop as a shot licks
    pop shit out a thirty-ought six, wutcha got in them pockets?
    loose change or a new chain.. really, could give a fuck less
    you let your luck stretch, fuck vests.. ill cut the fuck out ya neck
    rockin locs, step away as im carvin throats, pardon folks
    or ill pick you apart like artichokes with flows hard as oak
    dont lose me now, my fluid sound jus smokes these dudes around
    its like they new to town, dont make me put these fuckin boots to crowns

    sick shit



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

  7. #3442

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    peace j .. i like readin ur shit too mayne

    dracula spits.. evil overlord with immaculate grip
    imagine a bitch blood runnin in incoagulate drips
    there aint no damnin' the shit... constant colostomy
    god sent atrocity, countless numbers that have lost to me
    they probly got to see, how a human life ought to be
    when i sent them to the depths of hell hungry to bottom feed
    came up, straight out the sewages, my fluidness true to this
    your flow is uselessness..like preachin buddist to jewish kids
    invisioned a graven image incisioned in livin' patients
    no anesthetic agent givin' for aidin' their pains with
    it's king, righteous delinquent, what i write is indecent
    probly spent too many nights under candlelight in the precinct

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    as i weed cough i pop off and knock blocks off
    suckas that try to run up like tropic thunder they blunder
    no boy wonder or circus act but i Van Dyke flip kick wit
    that'll split from where you sit to ya lip
    physical fit well equipped ask ya chick
    from the hip no quick draw but when i spit
    to the land of nod you slip
    turn ya white mink pink sink deep into what you think
    then extinct ya instinct before you get a chance to blink
    sought but never caught faught til ya thoughts became distraught
    brought what i was taught man slaught rhyme bender savant
    wikipedia and the media can't contain the aim of this archer
    my odysseys cause me to show no modesty when i dart cha
    out smart ya multiple boards feel the fury of liquid swords
    nice like Grice slice mic chords and run up on chumps like Russell
    and snatch ya award warlords get floored trapped in dungeons
    bludgeon til i'm bored tiger roar eagle soar James Cameron ocean explore
    land, air, and sea I be the conqueror generations will read about and adore...
    "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)

  9. #3444

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    were cannon specialists unloading against negligence
    life is hell in a cell so a guardian angel is heven sent
    dark like tints the darkness triples i light continents
    so re-consider a test and die from the rapidness
    burning season for no apparent reason
    flesh is beaming evicted demons
    twist after i see son hit em ike how the west was one
    buddha lover with a gun a legend to none like pun
    shatter your dreams the most wanted killer on the run



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

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    as i flex my pecs i master the funk with lyrical calestentics
    Jonah Hex vexed because i'm vigilant to death with aesthetic methods
    somewhat wreckless but perfected in deception
    alphabet boys toys can't tap the hoosier who sides with Ill nois
    Agent Orange fumbled the weapon put i'll pick it up and keep steppin'
    reppin the Crossroads of America while causing mass hysteria
    Daytona 500 i run lap ya map before you awake from ya jack off nap
    i smack off caps white glove slap 10 paces turn and shoot
    nah, as soon as you turn your back i'll splat your tweed suit...
    Last edited by MosHigh; 06-10-2010 at 07:38 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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    lyrical jihad shit pass the mic better believe it's bombed
    walking around with grizzly bear arms and my rare charm
    stay onguard the deepest lyricist dosen't breathe hard
    cause eating the illest is a delicacy to me like frogs
    stars are starved for 2 days in my back-yard
    were strapped par show emotion blade in your broad
    need complete silence since the vibe is vivrant
    in a blink they extinct all eyes on the iron
    show irony thorn in the flesh tied to a tree
    practice kicks to your steroid built body
    satan wants to behead the godly
    better belive you feel it when we kill-a-army



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

  12. #3447

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    the rush can't be avoided it's an android anarchy
    the radio signals clogged with inteference he can't copy
    pop me with head shots so i can die sloppy
    just kidding we stab a villian got a blood spillin' addiction
    something vital medication too strong for a doctor's prescription
    so while he feeling effects sets saran wrapped
    fish hooked mouth first bandaged chest to kneck
    cuts open daily routine pussy poking
    carnage to the max modern day smoking
    smarts applied to appliances appleheads choking
    like tarzan with trees swinging with ease
    you in the house without the keys
    a cheetah couldn't match my speed
    take heed or else splash the wrath indeed
    paralize pegan emcee's sacrificed
    the blind man blasted the lights
    we cut close one dose of my smoke ya'll hooked for life



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

  13. #3448

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    tres bangin outside the train station
    straight slangin 'n rakin them papes in
    i aint playin my patients is way thin
    takin payment or cavin some brains in
    stackin paper aint playin in change bins
    jackin pagers 'n bangin since age ten
    smashin haters parade em in suede timbs
    massive razors to scrape and fillet skin
    kid im stayin to play til the game ends
    overpowerin cowards that need delt
    split em str8 down the middle like seed shells
    then they're put back together like seat belts
    makin sure that they dont ever reach help
    you try to move in my shoes but ya feet melt
    paid my dues 'n it's true that i eat well
    man im laughin at you with your green belt
    leave ya blackened 'n blue when i ring bells
    stabbin cats from behind, killa bee tails
    never slip witta clue i dont leave trails

  14. #3449

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    my ice cold mastery will leave em fast to freeze trash the league
    u haven't heard or seen the last of me last to leave
    pass my peak rider ambitions trapped in me
    when let out outsiders looking for car keys to flee
    the sea is where he's thrown after he's stoned
    play the drums with your bones bone-heads get gone
    the winner broke your inner watching the spirit simmer
    intriqued by hand-skills and macaroni dinners
    i don't keep jack- in- the- box crash your flocks
    raise my stocks as i put razors to rocks
    cut-up flesh flamingo deep on the set
    i wore your guess you demanded an explanation
    know it's your date of expiration from a hollow to the chest
    rip out your liver as i quiver but still deliver
    so you gun holding niggas i'll break your hand fore u pull trigger
    my rep grows bigger you haters grow bitter
    bag em like dirty clothes diss em like dirty hoes
    you might snatch a purse but who snatched your soul??



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

  15. #3450

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    hit the locks child..
    kingshitty's droppin them hot piles
    a grimy hostile nigga thats got style
    pullin glocks wild.. like rotten molars
    pushin stocks of the rocks 'n boulders
    pop a shot 'n its over, fresh as folgers
    as soon as i drop this, offa the top, hawk shit
    as words come together like sausages
    i snatch links.. straps kickin' like mad chinks
    straight snap a nigga's didgets for class rings
    fuckin with king's, really the last thing
    ya wanna try, get up in ya mama's thighs
    vagina's cauterized from hotness inside
    step to me? caution advised, im a boss on the mic
    see me wink at the guy caught in the sights
    pop a shot in his eye, not gonna fight
    take his life 'n im off in the night

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