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    Quote Originally Posted by AcidPhosphate69 View Post
    Court case, facin' son of the masked Jason
    My tasks blatant, murder with no mac's blazin'
    You mind vacant, so vacate the premises
    I'm the nemesis, the genesis of evil
    Weeble and wobble, drank the whole bottle
    Throttle so hard, God'll need a body guard
    I swing knucks to stupid fucks, face gets rucked
    I bring chucks, looped and tucked, whole place gets snuffed
    I'm wing-ed luck, hoop dreams and such, earthquake McGruff
    Take a bite outta crime, against me, evidently you mental B
    Fundamentally meticulous, ridiculous Ryan Saunders
    Quick to bust all lyin' imposters, I'm cryin' preposterous
    Rhinocerous nose chargin', hardened 19 year old, still get carded
    Shit's retarded when I get started, Wal-Mart beefin' in the aisles
    Blue light special, somebody called the Kyle's
    My crews fights wreck you, see who's right met you
    Nephew of knockin', I ain't rockin' a 4-4, smith and wesson
    I'm rockin' the 5-5, my hand game's a blessin'
    No stressin' the master of greco-roman wreslin'
    I get the best of lesser men, learn ya lesson man
    Triathalon flows while blowin' dope up the nose
    Chosen child chillin', villain' killin' wit syllables
    Exposin' fraud, with head nod, oh Lawd he serial
    Seriously sadistic, suddenly go ballistic
    Trick shit, to flip shit, I'll roll dolo and fuck the biscuit
    fuck the biscuit, when i throws fists bitch behold the quickness
    cross a mufucka so fast that he drop from motion sickness
    these cats've got weight but we can break em for it
    red, dread and shrapll drop gates, them snakes abhor it
    Acid Phosphate rippin shit, so quick to stick em
    have em bitches swimmin in pools of red liquid drippin
    im quick to get in it, grab the steel man and its on
    have em mufuckas runnin wheelchair marathons
    special olympics, this metal'll flip bitchbastids
    have families droppin petals on kids caskets
    sip vodka, blow fire, the life of a shotta fo hire
    one phone call get u caught in a fire
    when i go b, itll be like Bodie got shot on The Wire
    theyll never take em alive, i run this sumbitch
    all black, yeah the clothes match the gun clips
    and im bound to break a mufucka face off of one hit

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    What's up shrap?
    Hit a mc's veins with aids infected iv needles//
    poison dart sequel coming soon for ya'll to pre-view//
    My cerebral's evil, giving rappers verbals lethal injections, in lounge sections in seconds//
    Protect ya kneck , from flyin' weapons that'll splatter ya badder than a slug in ya brain//
    spark pluggin' the frames of these homo-thugs in the game//
    Bringin' pain worse than chinese water torture,
    the bloodsport author taught to extort ya//
    street educated mic scorcher,freestyle thread torcher//
    First there was Johny Blaze, know watch my clavicle transform into a shottie guage//
    My platoon surround you gays, as the color of the sky change to grey, as the battle breaks into fatality stage//
    Heads get Suge Knight grazed on the iron horse with the force of a nigh-train//
    Telling these lames in rhymes there's no comparison..i'm the obeist shit, while you just a shit stain//
    i reign water, pistol whippin' news reporters//
    Battle a young-buck- shot through his skull, be-hold the holy be-headed slaughter//
    Marinated the remains for cannibals//
    My killing sea-son tactics remain un-tangible//
    i man-handle crews, then i cruise off after lights out, these niggas don't want no pussy like Boy George stuck in a whore house//
    The more mouth, the more beatings, i declare war meetings//
    I rip shit apart wash the manure of my hands, then chill out for the remainder of the evening//
    Last edited by Mantra; 12-12-2006 at 01:52 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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    Acid laced FishSkale, taste a rail, get nailed
    To the wall, Psycadelic 8-ball style on the prowl
    Kowtow and beg, bow before badasses
    We classical classless, brazen bastards
    Plasterin' competition, wishin' they go do the same
    When Lyrical Seriouness Destroys the frame
    Transist into mind change, ya time came
    To blow the nosebone, back outta ya dome
    When coke rock Shrapnel, contacts membrane
    Smoke pot and rattle, those spots 'n them flames
    Burn down bridges, breakin' under foot the beasts
    Turn coward bitches, bakin' with heat released
    Police hatin', criminals the least shaken
    Teeth breakin', trachea takin' thist slakin'
    No fakin' for these, make ya girl act craven
    Oh please, you need to believe, breath wastin'
    Bashin' the best patience, playstations your games
    shapin' to be warped, short of course to sorts
    Cohorts are hortlin', your pig nose chortlin'
    Shitbag mud lovin', cousin' of incest lovin'
    Get tagged the HUD targetin, release miss-ile
    Four knuckles blood garneshin', peep fist files
    Riled and wild, the grizzled will leave smile piled and sizzled

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    Fire's my element of choice, decoy's devestated then destroyed//
    Art of war slayer, hell on earth mobs are paranoid//
    Grab humanoids feed em' steroids, then send them to destroy the opressors//
    Knock on the door police warrant pressure, makes me grab the gat, and clap the aggressive aggresors//
    Treasure the shots, black cop blood gets mopped//
    smoke my pot crops on the roof-top, smoke-out spot//
    Topics enhanced, chinky eyes attract a polluted wisdom in hot pants//
    Hit it strapped up, bust a avalanche, then send her home with no advance//
    The lab caved in, after-math destroyed food, and clothing//
    On the low loathing possesions, in the shelter studying lessons//
    Mess in my mind flashes, my frames captive, but the brain can't be washed, or mastered//
    Verbal attack master, mehanical writing sun on the run refused to be captured//





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

  7. #1972

    Default Fuck dat!

    Hook
    Music's not the same any-more, time to take these wack acts to war//
    and for the consumers wasting they pennies, the purchase wasn't worth ya hard earned dollars//

    Too many of the same, similar sounding artists in the game//
    all They rap bout bitches, cars, and chains//
    Intelligence missed their brain, wtf? re-gain common-sense/
    Get off that non-sense, gimics, i'm against//
    Since O.C. dropped "Word Life" son been nice//
    In dreams iv'e stood before Christ, and free-styled twice//
    Got props from Sean, for some cats i ghost-write for a low price//
    Rock no tats, and no ice, haters think i got no life//
    Bruce Lee advice i flow like water drownin' these mice//
    My life is real, the ill-dogs i put to sleep at the vet, skip the bill//
    Be-hind monitors internet thugs, use keyboards to sound ill//
    i laugh givin' a fuck how they feel, we can handle beef with hands, or steel//
    I see ya'll still talkin' like thugs, holdin' grudge, bitch-niggas get no love//
    Your a "Stan", a.k.a. homo-thug gettin' drunk, the type to get lumps//
    Air-head nigga at the gas station gettin' his head pumped//






    Last edited by Mantra; 12-20-2006 at 02:29 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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    check the savage, the man VC's back at it
    servin crack addicts, doin amounts of damage
    my clan is unstoppable we bulldoze your crew
    rebuild in the same spot your empire grew
    my style will pass on to the next generation
    as it gains reputation, for insane elevation
    my brain's levetatin, just gettin high off my own rhymes
    it's showtime, the whole crowd knows I..
    rock the mic harder then a boulder, and you know it
    and do it all while your girl is blowin
    i'm doin this while listenin to size 'em up
    got some weed then you can divide it up
    and before you leave you should light it up

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    your fuckin' rhymes are generic when comparin' to mine/
    bet if I robbed you mothafuckas I wouldn't inherit a dime/
    barbaric wit nines, designed with a terrorist mind/
    plottin' the world's destruction, bustin' at an arian swine/
    I'm tearin' ya spine like subzero, mortal kombat fatal strikes/
    navel sliced, intestines leakin' out your fuckin' anal pipe/
    aim precise, I'm nice wit da desert eags and infra light/
    spin the dice and gamble with your infant life, I'm sendin' kites/
    to killas up in Panatang, shank you in a blanket party/
    turn your thuggish ass into an amish man, you gansta? hardly!/
    got beef?, then meet me on the EgWest strip/
    pistol whip you for a spliff, you'll git your necklace stripped/
    throwin' pimpsmacks to feminists and sexist chicks/
    well if you hate men then why you havin' sex with dicks?/
    I blessed this shit, for all you corny cocksuckers with no talent/
    catch a buck-fifty from a boxcutter, you no challenge!

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    The mics griped as i come to grips with battle turbulence//
    Turn against the system defense, i press raps heavy off the bench//
    I strike skin rips, the pen pimp, female mc's asses i pinch//
    Street grinch, methods lynch lynchers , and ass-kissers bitch//



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

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    Liked that first bar^^ lol

    i hit the rhyme switch off , cos it was lit wrong
    lyrics split before the neck can say - adams gone
    ha ha mad damage im inducin sorta goes against my ethics
    but born as an mc , im to forever tempt knowledge wreckless
    ketchin headaches cos my thoughts flyin all over the place
    spyin on the pens mistakes , but a double agent cos it made the same
    eyes blink wen its time to change the frame
    my hands rub em' , but the genie flashes the picture just ta' stain

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    If Honesty's a Virture, then the Ganja Leaf's my Perfume!
    Honestly...Vs Truth, This Honest Thief is Fer' Loot!
    the Fear Factor? they'll Never have a Cure for Cancer!
    Mirror Shattered, Pure Disaster, Where's the Answer??

    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

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    Quote Originally Posted by SpOk3N View Post
    We Don't give 3 Fawks...The Type to Screw ya Momma

    and leave her cock eyed like the Dyke in Futurama
    Beyond These, Armies who Start Beef, Promptly
    My Sharpie Marks Beats with Artsy Bombing
    Make you Bleed from ya Stomach, even Leakin' The blood
    Deep in the Mud, while I'm Chillin, just Eatin' a Muffin
    Its a Whore I Savor...
    This rap games Seinfeld's Apartment...
    and I'm Bargin' thru the Door like Kramer
    Many Force My Papers, inSide of they Arms
    Schools Take it, make you put it in your Binders and Cars
    Study Notes, Know the Job that I Carry.
    Break Silence Like Alarms Going Off in Libraries
    Call me the Mom-Fucker//
    Playing Thru these Bitches till i Get to Hit the Spot...the Hip-Hop John Tucker//
    I Must Die, Always Causing Havoc on the Streets
    Who's Stoppin me? Prodigy?...its Havoc on these Beats
    Like a bigot in a School...it's Havoc when i Teach
    and the day that i Die is when Havoc is Deceased
    Ecstatic in a Peak of the anger I'm Holding Back.
    I Feel like i'm the only one who Actually Knows you Wack.
    I Guess I'm a Needle in a Haystack.
    A Beetle in the Stained Grass.
    The Beatles with some Gay Bands.
    Kineval in a Safe Land.
    Stickin' out more than a Boner With a Broken Zipper
    Choking Chickens with their body in a Flowin' River
    Committees are Grateful.
    That i'm ending all these lives...
    turned this town of demons to a City of Angels.
    Jesters Battle ya Man...You can't Handle my Hands

    You Couldn't Dodge any Hits in a Stratus Sedan.

    LOVE IT SPOKE! GE TON AOL SON WE NEED TO TALK

    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

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    I rose from bones and ashes of genocide victims,
    stabbing hearts of priests preaching false religions,
    like pigeons they flock to bread crumbs on pavement,
    born enslavement chains and whips used to bare pain,
    tore frames like kites dismantled by hurricanes,
    down pour of rain... as my fingers dig into strangers flesh,
    horrid quest my goal is to inflict death by breaking necks,
    solar flex knocked molarless power jabs remove canines,
    my movements instate stress I rake flesh and leave scars ....

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    Quote Originally Posted by bigben View Post
    I rose from bones and ashes of genocide victims,
    stabbing hearts of priests preaching false religions,
    like pigeons they flock to bread crumbs on pavement,
    born enslavement chains and whips used to bare pain,
    tore frames like kites dismantled by hurricanes,
    down pour of rain... as my fingers dig into strangers flesh,
    horrid quest my goal is to inflict death by breaking necks,
    solar flex knocked molarless power jabs remove canines,
    my movements instate stress I rake flesh and leave scars ....
    AYO..
    wattup ma nigga bEN bIG..suspended prickz off micz intended to spit hurrendous../
    wattup wit u givin AC mention? bask in presence as I rap quick lessons..../
    how WUCORP? since my LAST impression!? MASK vengence as I FLASH sentences../
    Relentless revenge..relevant to those reppin relics who spit trash n callin pplz jealous..!.
    Zealots covet cuz pelletz bustin thru excellence cover'd in EXCELLENT NUMBERS!!..
    IM TELLIN ya BROTHAZ im SWELLIN OTHAZ wit confidence.. u can get out this province kid../
    speakin of these harmless nigz who rap garbage n lack proper skill.. to get point across./
    son Im blessed like annointed cross..dont get pissed cuz ya joints is soft..str8 moist n all../
    noone hoist ya fall..you break bones like royjones punch sumone who take balls insteada puss../
    son Im tha dreadest crook..wit tha deadest look..find ya shell in tha BED of BROOKz../
    HEADZ just LOOK..when I approach wit tha DEAFEST HOOKS! get LEFT n SHOOK../
    -> Last Word Cypha
    ->
    ACTLIKEYOUKNOW / ACLIKYANO (3-04-2004)

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