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  1. #3586

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    saints in your paint with brushes fuck crushes we give strokes of death
    when broke i'm vexed fitting to choke whoever come test
    We come for your conference conquer thoughts of stress
    sword parts your chest to reveal your inner demons
    my firm leaving compettion screaming beams beaming
    From what's hidden revealed straight spitting
    except the exorcism or curses are given
    blessings are granted only to queens and children
    nothing's forgiven in war p.o.w.'s imprisoned
    rather unique speaking walks of life from buildings theyr'e leaping
    Grandmothers, and mothers weeping over the seeds beefing
    in church the preachers preaching on the corner beggers leaching
    The homeless people freezing for heat their seeking
    churches only let the sheep in the mind control deepens
    watch your ice ballers those block robbers creeping
    crack mothers blowing cocks for rocks while starving seeds need feeding
    it's ourselves were defeating the water bout time we put our feet in
    seen a couple married for 23 years never thought she would leave him
    without a word just a divorce he killed himself last weekend
    leaving behind six grand-kids 3 of them doing 25 to life bids
    how can you save someone who refuses to live?
    The rich refusing to give it's the selfish against the righteous
    give the grape dutch the right twist then smoke-out this bitch
    Last edited by Mantra; 12-01-2010 at 12:01 PM.



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

  2. #3587
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    here comes the POODERED Toast Man!!!

    big fat granny flying in a wheelie-bin
    everybody knows that you'll never see me in
    walk down the street, see all the grannies
    everybody knows that she's small like a grammy
    i get high sniffing up a grammy
    my style is antique but not like ya granny
    upstairs, downstairs, inside a closet
    coke like pringles, your never gonna stop it
    i look like eva when i'm on weed son
    when i take coke a figure gonna bleed son
    when i take x, i get sexy
    you'd swear that you knew me when you never met me
    now we add in the psilocybin
    everybody knows that i'm a rap titan!

  3. #3588
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    cute little robin flying in the garden
    everybody knows that little film that he starred in
    coming with the sunshine, running with a gun rhyme
    somethin' with a dumb crime, burning with a fun rhyme
    Zig Zag, Chris Craft, Riff Raff, Wick Wack
    Here comes Santa Claws running with a Gift Bag
    People on their feet, This is my song
    I run about the streets elite with a time bomb
    Last edited by billyanalogue; 12-02-2010 at 06:15 AM.

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    there's no limitations to this unlimited amount of mass carnage
    some move weight like cargo vans for the government secretly
    when the sources are revealed their images are tarnished
    i'm like god to fathers a mentor to seeds
    trapped in this urban hell sentenced to breathe
    polluted air from cars, and buses and chemical factories
    damn same niggaz i know still paper stacking for homes to puchase
    and to some stuck in the slums their lives seem worth-less
    But were worth more than a church offering
    it's our own movies were starring in
    break backs of you fags so it's hard to bend



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

  5. #3590
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    Can-i-bus can run a mile in soft sand
    I bounce basketballs in snow and make the earth slam
    -I have a garden, Pagan has a farm
    When i drink i try to stay calm
    +Bent to the sent, bent to the rent
    Bent to the motherfucking sent rent
    Close your eyes, put your hands to the sky
    And fly to your favourite Hoe which goes Ho Ho Ho

  6. #3591
    billyanalogue
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    Default The Wheelie Bin Massacre

    Welcome to the dimension of Wheelie Bins

    Unsuitable invention, pay attention as i mention
    the wheelie bin dimension
    man is no longer in control, his soul owned by bins
    getting what he deserves, paying for his sins
    intelligence of a sorceress, spitting fire phospherus
    casting verbal fireballs, commands called to tire all
    Human, dark cloud looming, painful death looming
    you smell the stench of garbage
    maggots digest a tuna sandwich
    The fear is here
    Pick pocket roaming, but with no Dexterity
    Advanced Rhythm production, great complexity
    Nobody can find Jack and Jill
    Maybe they're trapped on one of Warclouds hills
    If you can't decypher the lyrics
    then how can you be a critic
    But i know you blow below, or so i've been informed
    be prepared, as Wu Tang said, Ya'll Been Warned
    (one of my first rhymes ever back in '01)

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    cuckoo clock knock trapped in the box
    time i stop when i drop make you give me what you got
    no props just hops my fizz sizzle to the top until i rot
    beer to ya mug to show you i'm the guiness on any block
    true blood a real beast with God conscious so i can't be the least
    but the MosHigh no limit with the mystikal war cry
    dangerous is how they try to describe the guy
    hands High for those who do or die
    volunteer for this here i'll air you out into the sky
    a rock-a-bye lullably i just swung by to say hi
    now go to sleep your soul i'll keep if the God you deny...
    "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)

  8. #3593

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    check the splash half past five you flash hole in your mask
    My explosives coming down like a plane crash
    trees ripped from the grain stashed plus half mixed with hash
    whoever ready to bash better set it off fast
    battle to the death and i'll flat-line last
    so throw the blow first knowing what your soul's worth
    we get it off the first aim left his brain on the Dell boss
    know he's deli sauce and his family give a fuck bout the lost
    time to win many dimes i spin work em out like gym equipment
    the knife sharpened before the flesh i stick it
    the skin opens youv'e been broken smoking barrels cripple em waist down
    hyena anger spreads throughout his cowardly town
    were street ghouls gusting gambits with gat rounds
    wind strong your pushed back trying to pass
    wouldv'e let your tribe go on the quest but ya'll talking all that jazz
    know the horn's blowing before the bloodbath
    so come on barney rubble niggas want no trouble
    hit em up while they pay no mind in the huddle



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

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    on the thread of the official
    i make kettles whistle
    two pistols for Uncle Sam if he try to enlist who?
    true and candid my candor is above any standard
    hue is sky blue Avatar i thought you knew
    eyes squint trying to peep my intent
    underline rhyme is too divine
    i leave you to interpret the content
    no side whine i just strike in the nick of time
    you can hear the seconds tic when i bomb shit
    and split ya double-helix from mankind....
    "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)

  10. #3595

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    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
    Last edited by Mantra; 12-09-2010 at 12:48 PM.



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

  11. #3596
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    nig nog neezy Weezy had to milk a cow
    nig nog neezy Weezy didn't know how
    nig nog neezy Weezy had to gather sticks
    nig nog neezy Weezy thick as fucking mince

  12. #3597
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    Now busting to 9th Prince - The Writer
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JdhJH...DC14C&index=26


    Yo

    Droppin' like a portcullis

    Some laid back shit

    To barack Obama, it aint you or your family fault
    you got caught up in the myst and your one finger on the pitchfork
    I bust flows so evil they'd reverse a running river
    Motherfucker so dark that the sun'll quiver
    Niggas my sword is in action, the law of attraction
    attracts phat stacks, pack gats, pass blast gass blacks
    Ayo radiation in the mental chamber
    Ayo dismantle my enemy
    channel this energy
    tide is turning, the tipping point,
    vibrational blueprint, isolate your awareness

    intensity of the synchronicity increases

  13. #3598
    billyanalogue
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    KKK aint nuttin ta fuck wit!
    KKK aint nuttin ta fuck wit!
    I be slamming and hanging my clan is banging
    We buy an ounce of coke each and sniff every gram and
    When i chop ya neck, ya dead
    Nuns in chapels get bucked in they fuckin' head

  14. #3599
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    Gang bang clan aint nuttin ta fuck wit!
    Gang bang clan aint nuttin ta fuck wit!
    Niggas be bucking and fucking on a nuns like a nigga bitch
    Lettin niggas cum all on her fucking tits
    Niggas run a train, its insane in the brain
    Like Method Man i come on a fucking plane

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    When you hear me say this rhyme you know i speak nothing but the truth
    about Joyce and Bobby raping all of brechins youth
    the story starts when i woke up one morn
    I began to walk along when i noticed Joyce and Bobby begin to perform
    black magic which caused them to turn into a school like a Decepticon
    It wasnt long before the local children began to enter the building
    one started to scream so they shot and they killed him
    me and the clan then prepared to fight
    to stop these motherfuckers like a traffic light
    turned red
    three shots to the head and bobby dropped dead
    took out the ScharrKnall Hammer to dispose of the evil
    and like a drug fiend i implanted in his head a thousand needles
    then whispered in his ear 'Watch out
    Cus like Beadle i'm always about' - FRANK 2o01

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