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  1. #3451

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    holdin down my quarters, sound the order
    to pound the surroundin' borders down with mortars
    explodin, dont get ya face opened
    layin frozen, its case closed then
    brains blown 'n im known to break trojans
    straight motions, now ya throat stays open
    im takin a spaded post 'n ill smash your face
    then ill lie under oath of the magistrate
    get sum hoe to post bail 'n im outta state
    bitch late.. aint no way to incarcerate me
    i could rip apart the fuckin A Team
    jack mr T for them fake rings
    kid i dont sweat it, mics get deaded
    each time that my knife's imbedded
    inside a head its, sweeter than diabetics
    find a medic, or maybe a doctor
    a fuckin flight for life chopper
    cuz the way that i sliced you is ackward
    lookin like the fuckin bite of a boxer
    that was grippin you tight til his jaw hurt
    you most likely be gone first
    wanna try me in concert?
    pop urs

  2. #3452

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    big up my hold highness in the golden robe emcee's globally fold
    we roasting then roll drunken cherokee soul
    scorch the scotch ya'll die tonight shots
    grace from a fade my regiment renegades
    soul stirring penalties from a mis-handled manner
    flee to the manor or die where u stand bro'
    meet the new hannibal rambo you's a pro
    Get mine money maestro let the dice go
    slice slow my pride show i know
    enjoy the pain poacked seats when we trained
    Africa to spain my skillz are un-explained
    rappers polluted the game with acid reign
    held in contempt will you still like being extempt?
    Last edited by Mantra; 06-21-2010 at 11:08 AM.



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

  3. #3453

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    j.t.s. the fistpack.. we quick to splitcha chinstrap
    heard da click clack 'n seen ya kin clapped
    u feel that impact? homies ignorin payments
    so we kick in their door wit'dem 40's blazin
    where da fucks the drawer u store the yay in?
    take his guage 'n his station, they're re-possesed
    fired six, you's hit with three to the chest
    fuck the streets the murder scene is ya desk
    flee the set, while we be cheifin the best
    slidin the heat under the seat as we jet
    dont wanna beef with these vets..

  4. #3454

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    Glide like bats my radar is blinding without a finding
    King shyt on the game used my timex for the timing
    were scribing scribes it's like that shoe wax shining
    binding the bitches to witness the rhyming
    let off the slug drugs dribbled when we travel
    out of bound ventures dealt with the barrel
    double my digits throwing aerodynamic arrows
    scare-crows the death scream carrols
    off the wall amazement the fairest pharoah
    i'm nice on the mic like hendrix was with guitars
    my brilliance got me barred i'm maxed out like cards
    the queen's dream means extreme pentration
    beat it up her ass cheeks east facing
    racing with rage one machine guage
    the non-right and exact hit for days
    light the haze it's a smoke craze
    my skin broke blades raid your parades
    niggas on repeat like parrots
    make you carry your man's coffin if he don't cough up them carrots
    rugged habits habitual magic excedes the luck of rabbits
    steam the veggies the goblin gobbles em all
    at em like psycho chic's for know we reserve the brawl



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

  5. #3455

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    Earnest money earners the world turners firmer burner holders
    city of new jacks slinging cracks making stacks off fiends on corners
    hottest blocks where dealers sell butter like country crock
    chunky rocks lodged in black-tops hidden in ass-holes, and socks
    shoot-outs with cops coming for products in hot spots
    the shit never changes hustlers with anger defend the turf from strangers with flamers
    if they think he rats rat-ta-tat-tat through his thinking cap
    belve were drinking that cheap cats stick to Captain jack
    doorags, bandannas, flags, and stocking caps
    Jews running rap it's a fact these fellas are fed scraps
    Set-up shop in the hood to be doomed dead from lead caps
    they fall for the fed traps dangerous heads strapped



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

  6. #3456

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    what's bred in the bone can never escape from your blood
    so we bounce and denounce your whole crew unplugged
    sockets short circuit dope emcee's sound drugged
    gasping we trapping tazmania devil reaction
    tracking devices in my custom made ices
    know-ledge is price-less we living in a primitive crisis
    healing you non-belivers with bare hands like Christ did
    My wisdom's fruit is forbidden three-fourths remain hidden
    haters stay skidding trying to catch up with the true, and living
    beyond basic battilions barrage frauds with ass-whippings
    the agenda's on so stipulations are stipulated through rhythm's
    drums, and bass the bassist beating your head til' it caves
    Anchor heavy tactics crushing rage in a steel cage
    opposition my reflexes are too swift for steel blades
    a pioneer to praise so i demand a raise
    of all eighty five we save and free from mental graves



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

  7. #3457

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    aye yo

    something strong to fuel the massive attack mechanical raps
    we glisten schooling christians with critical facts
    bat swing that steam tracks the brain can't be cooled
    murder the move we revolt and do the methods of doom
    camping deep with the razor paintbrush in the room
    eyes on the shadow by the speakers that boom
    gorilla monsoon resserected for the epic
    freeze your pride eyes swollen wide til' he respected
    virtue without a fighter tiger versus crane
    shaolin finger jabs i practice til' the hands sprain
    it's a man's game kings hit for the claim
    stick em for flames fuck the fame duck your name
    eyes strain from strong contrast trash the don's dash
    songs stashed we catapult from the cops masked
    long laughs after short battles defense rattles
    while practicing snake style your frame looking like steak know
    victorious take-down your spine aches know
    fakes found face-dow after i put the weight down
    dispurse the hate rounds never embrace clowns
    you and your ace drown rivers run deep
    compete and lay at the feet of the chief
    no rest and no peace torture beef
    the ways of the strong are admired by the weak
    Last edited by Mantra; 06-30-2010 at 09:42 AM.



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

  8. #3458

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    aye yo,

    i aspire as most expire on the expiration course
    like the lakers us undertakers dominate your courts
    drilled your wisdom later during intercouse her screams were hoarse
    with no pardon to beg a right hook rocks his head with exceptional force
    rage behind the blows bad intension no prevention to splatter my foes
    scatter my scrolls and pose b-boy with a banger at shows
    take-over your set to settle the matter mash on your reps
    crash your concepts you die young thrown over deck
    Stalk your ghost haunt the coasts with hash smoke
    get at folks til' they rest with a black rose
    toast to rats blown while cracking jokes



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

  9. #3459
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    i pounce on prey who lay all day unware of their true exsistence
    persistence i pray will lead fools right into Son's glare with no resistence
    whitewash skunk punks who think just because I can't dunk I can't ball
    like that Person Chuck, the Rifleman on my block my name lames used to call
    stand tall like Royce but the Barry White voice will get chick ya moist
    on the game's shoulders i was hoisted, on top until i drop by choice...
    "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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    flow bionicle piece it together yeah every molecule
    turn logical ill when I spill at God's will lotus focus real still
    real rare stare down any wolverine or hungry Polar Bear
    send wild clydedales back on their hoofs cuz any confrontation i'll prevail
    strength is intense you can feel the energy everywhere you set sail
    i'm so fresh to def these young bucks taste stale....
    "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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    From the dirt dusted bong bong rings get rung
    didn't cha see them drums get pounded by words we rounded/
    turns them tables driving from L.I. To back to Q-U-double E-N-S
    back to the Cuse for some puss get cha team ready for the ALMIGHTY PUSH/
    Pain I dominate in spades wrestling ways out cha 80's days
    coming with the Northern Playalistic spit fire Braggadocios/
    get founded like orgnizations spit a cusp at the grams I bust
    flows I flustered dusted over books take you rooks with my bishop/
    thinking I just got knights behind those mega watts smiles
    death of a pop star I rock them bars like beats that just go as hard/
    speak your slang rick rolling get scolded my flow is molded
    shaped when shifting slashing prices like a discount supermarket/
    dogged days get ways out cha pays slays get cha lames
    given game shipping shames off them ways/
    liquid flows blades can quickly get distributed with insurance
    deadliest to any purist daring to test the best without a measure of stress/

  12. #3462

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    pass the mic or get your shoulder blade popped out of place
    time i never waste emcee's get shitted on for heaven's sake
    fucking with the lyrics is like getting bitten by 11 venomous snakes
    all at the same time like crack i destroy the mind
    As well as life throwing foes to the floor like dice
    it's your loss cause your confused like christians rocking a cross
    stopping your blood-flow with one stomp he got game like Randy moss
    you snitch like Rick ross you better get lost or get guaze
    a true boss brain immune from brain-wash, and trickery
    the nation chose the brother like obama over hilary
    still a gee until i expire them can't touch the skill degree
    i catch you lion behold the wilderbeast kill your fleet
    cause it's a slaughter like john cena wrestling iron sheek
    rather unique smart as nerds, and geeks
    J.t.S. lives in the shadows like the murderers of Pac, and biggie



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

  13. #3463

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    slaying on the mic and i be playin with the hype
    illiterate mother fuckers need to learn how to type
    i leap off the page with vivid verses that shake the everglades
    you say your good but im better wait, desheveled fakes have less at stake
    intercontinental center brain lobe off the mental
    i go off the handle, weak mcs get put out like a candle
    soon to be in shambles and shackles, ready for battle
    like that rattle in the grass, sneak up on ya real fast
    after 1 old e you probablly ready to pass
    out black out last hope put your neck in a rope,
    up by the rafters wont have to clean up after
    break shit like glass solid shimmerin
    when will you just stop bickerin, buddy boy
    think your hard playin with crummy toys in ya yard
    attack with poison darts cause i got poise in my heart
    but you annoy like a lark, vicious intentions of a shark
    bent and in the dark, post mortem wishes
    begin to start to burn traces while firm remarks leave you faceless so rate this..

  14. #3464

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    You cunning-ham eaters running like Randall reveal the haters
    hashish smoke traitors were warring like raiders
    overall i'm cooking whoever looking from beantown to brooklyn
    bandits left branded and shooken with hooks from hook-men
    he showed bravery in the maze grasses reddened from the stray's
    smoking haze simple-minded niggas get caught in the cage
    after the trap break backs then send em back
    threats sent through the fax take heed or bosses get tracked
    relax or relaspse once the dope hits the blood that's it
    your higher than plane your mental can't react
    stacks i got three stuffed in the trophy
    bitches won't dare approach me unless they blow me



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

  15. #3465

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    Paragraphs of Blasphemy, Ya Blast at Me ya Fast to Bleed
    A Pack of Thieves with Masks to Seize, them Stacks of Cash you Flashin Free
    Assassinate with Gnashing Teeth, A Tragety, the Trash you Speak
    My Strageties Surpass the Weak, Catastrophe ya Man's Phisique
    lets Switch the Shit 'n Fix the Glitch, ill Split ya Mid with Ribs Adrift
    ya Feelin This like Pigs that Frisk, We Peel the Clips 'n Dip the Whips
    Stealin Fifths with Sticky Grips, Conceal the Shit in Crispy Chips
    Im known to let This Fifty Spit, ya Blown to Itsy Bitsy Bits

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