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    i'm simplistic wit simple rhymes realistic
    Lickshot misfit hit knots on-point distant
    Dissin' me kid?? Keep ya distance, or it's instant death
    Defyin' gravity's effects, once i throw em' from depths
    Enter ya office, fuck ya offers..grab ya by ya kneck by the desk
    Slam ya face-first, violent demon demonstrating the hurt tactics
    i get graphic, fuck the plastic, hand grapple skill master
    Spit to kill competition in colieseiums, see em' killed
    Crowd cleared by the ruckus i brung to mother fuckers
    Spit suckers quit the b.s. before i adjust the right blow
    Nocturnal night flow, geto terrorist wit mad soul



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    Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
    Hell razah

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    Steady housin countless ounces, readily pounded/
    underground crowds had become spellbound kid.
    Hellbound advancements, bell soundin' anguish/
    seller filled cellars had the celery planted.
    Bankrolled the coca, so no one was sober/
    dough made the bread that i burnt wit the toaster.
    Doped up n' high as a kite, eye double sight/
    saw the whiteness of the iris in the heat of the night.
    It was me, the chief, second in charge, and the shaman/
    everyone toked in their ritual garments.
    Dogs outside barkin, just as we started/
    marcs barged the door in, heavily armoured.
    Narcs saw the harvest, then sighted the ice lab/
    realised the tight prize grab of the heist nab.
    Blinded by the silverback diamond rhymes shinin'/
    files a mile long of guerrilla violence.


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  3. #1938

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    I spit so sick after every verse an ambulance comes
    Lines so hot i have third degree burns on my tongue
    I went from a slum bum to a made bandit on some good-fella shit
    Fuckin' so many chics police put a warrant out for my dick
    when i spit raps my hands are sore for days from gettin' so much dap
    So many women on my balls i got a lady body guard to protect my nutsack
    Broke so many backs i'm broke from buying em' wheelchairs
    Got so much beef in the hood, when my enemies come it's like a town fair
    It's real here, been so broke iv'e had to collect cans on corners
    Been caught on more camera's than news reporters
    my heads short a few screws, i'm at the hardware store looking for some to boost
    I never had shit but manure, so i have nothing to lose
    Got more white girls loving the kid like tom cruise



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

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    poetics leave teams wetted, and vendetta's deaded
    i said 'set it off' , official non-superficial lines transform to missles
    hit gangsters exposing blood tissue, b-boy stance posing thug split u
    issues over ran-over soldiers, still a cobra teams like Villanova's
    killin' flow-ers, my camp lowers the flag, grab cats and give em' jabs
    rush cabs drivers get stabbed, cops come we flee the ave
    Suspects catch tech shots for technicalities, burn em' like calories
    serial killers for salaries, cowards get grazed on the beach
    jay blaze on the beat, never play even if it's making plays on streets
    Heats hidden, squads are given warning, and second chances
    Before their snapped in two like branches, cow-boys murdered in ranches
    stand in stances, attack copycats with the fury of charles manson
    Tryin' to lead future leaders to the light lampin'
    My camps camping out-side forts, smoke boxers like new-ports
    Darts fly with extraterristrial force, got styles of all sorts
    snitches report info to sources un-known, gunz get blown
    blocks get owned, as me and my elite fleet get stoned, rebels on mic -phones.... In the hood my names known , for ill tactics shown
    Burnin' home-grown trees, we batter leagues of clones
    lines spray em' like tech's, and cologne, catch wreck til' my names known
    Broke nigga on the pay-phone, in verses the pains shown
    went through hell as a shorty, but lessons, and building built my wise-dom
    i done spittin' fittin' to light a bone
    Last edited by Mantra; 11-21-2006 at 02:50 PM.



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    Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
    Hell razah

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    For them big cats
    Replace they steriods wit tranquillizers
    An them sick raps
    I roc them like punchlines from tangled fighters/
    Jump from rhyme books, an mangle writers
    Biters tryin get my lines took,
    I'ma find crooks
    To spit my raps an get they mind shook
    Like strangled minors/
    Hate rose poses,
    Make me mad like that one king
    when the slaves chose moses,
    So what if you've done things
    My healing flow speeds, then up goes dosage/
    Looks like winds blows pheens, from block to block
    Insearch for rock to rock,
    It hurts to watch the spot/
    With limited glocks to pop, at moving targets
    Fuck who's the hardest,
    Cuz when bullets hit frames, even yo hues get parted/
    I keep a pair of bi-nocs like i'm some spy cops
    First to know when the sky dropped,
    They asked why i was runnin, then choked from white tops (clouds, sky dropped)
    And after they was dead i said, why not/
    Now i'm glad i don't got reasons to boil pots
    No more treasons an soiled mops,
    On the way up, when i would foil plots
    9 or 10 when i was makin toil glocks
    Had no change or shoes, but royal socks
    Before that drug game,
    Crew was still fuckin wit them coiled locks/
    Grease poppin from oiled wocks, skin burns, now we interns
    And in turn expirence
    Cuz these shifty streets have you been turned/
    50 years old, still ain't shit earned, back to drugs
    Can't turn the back on thugs
    Next thing u restin on yo back from slugs/
    But slugs won't touch me, got salty vests
    Shits halt thee best
    They lose enzimes from faulty techs/
    But i bought these techs, from my nigga lex, diamond
    What bitch family is next cryin?,
    My false words intimidate, like a t-rex lyin/
    Last edited by Bigot Hitman; 11-22-2006 at 06:52 PM.
    The dealer of hope is selling me lies
    Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
    This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
    Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
    Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
    For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
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    detect lyin like polygraphs, theres gon be some shotty blasts
    the tek fryin yo batty ass leave yall faggots in body casts
    probably smash your bitch while you lay dyin in ICU
    street sweepa-stakes, the next winner might be you
    I see through plastic, get ya ass snapped in half bitch
    fake ass rap shit gon get you nothin but a casket
    get popped wit ratchets chopped by ratchets and bagged
    my fuckin dick get sucked and licked, your toe get tagged
    you aint real as me, jealousy turn friends to foes
    men to hoes, bitch get off my jock or get some holes
    my team in all black, red beams and cocked back
    you make the choice, fall in a ditch or fall back
    learn the rules, play yo position or get disqualified
    you aint bulletproof, you cant hide behind all yo lies
    never stop lyin like a hoe, get you popped and lie in a hole
    just get a Rock and smoke it, "shut your mouth and know your role"

  7. #1942

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    dats my man shrap... straight off the 'banned 'wagon
    I feel ya tho... cuz halfa these cats, I can't stand 'em
    They can't fathom.. the concepts... lost in their nonsense
    Bomb 'em with coxtent... their weak raps Offed in a contest
    Watch em' drop like nam vets... phosphorate flare blasts
    blinds optics... my rhymes toxic... 'n dropped wit an Aircraft
    snare traps... yall wouldn't dare pass... stomp 'em with Airmax
    Sent packin', it's only fair that ... their handed the fare back
    Refund 'em.. i keep nothin' ... no use for the cheap talk
    Rhyme giants?...slicin' their bean stalk... knifin' their feet off
    Like a slave when he sneaks off... Makin' the fiends cough

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    team off with AP, they be, the Kings of this Shyt bitch
    slicin off ya hand for yo rings and your wrist bitch
    vicious when I spit this, moreso when I live this
    yall corny ass bitches gon get cut into Niblets
    im deadly, wit a machete im heavy and still the quickest
    steel got me limpin still im gorilla pimpin these bitches
    5-0 got you witnessin, I know you gon get missin
    lost and never found just anotha ho stuck below the ground

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    With guttersounds to shut 'em down, king saw the aura
    the water edge shoreline, that marked out the border.
    Swarms of deformed imposters swapped orders
    hired by the federal bribed enforcers.
    The landlords of rawness, saw shraps attackin'
    imported scores of gods, ready for action.
    Source born immortals, called the new breeders
    war horses formed in the name of black jesus.
    The fleet streets elitist, the industries deepest
    no bitch was sweet enuf to become the priestess.
    Freaks seen procedures in motion..
    ..the clones was unspoken in the heat of the moment.
    blown they domes open, few men was chosen
    koncrete slowed down so the retards could cope son.
    Yea its fuckin crazy out here, its wild yo
    rookie cards tryna imitate the whole style flow


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    Arrested at the best of times
    Rested behind bars, steel lines
    SQUISH stars, BTK grinds
    Two of the towns most corrupted
    Fuck it, D-Town ground, stuffed it
    Cuffed it, mold it, sold it, hold it's
    Another pig with eyes, rollin' outta pig sty
    Big try to grab us, rush, shit tucked
    Luck is only bad, we turf mappin'
    Soldier on Quietly Until Intense Shit Happens
    Boulder strong, tryin' me, repent or I bitch slappin'
    Billy The Kid, Born To Kill, Bill Kevorkian, abortin' dem
    Silly with bids, I mourn for real, my dude is steel
    And I'm the deal, that never flops, never drops
    Never conversate with cops, never hops
    Off beef, I stay on my feet, even if beat
    I'll take the punches, break and crunches
    Lunches eatin' in the bing, together we sing
    Same song, all along, although a soldier gone
    We bomb in his name, maim and massacre
    Actors lackin' the backbone, brass balls
    Fist face-racin', crackin' dome, smash walls
    Like a Kool-Aid, save the juice, we loose
    Booze cruisin' abusin' and usin' fools
    Who's choosin'? We twos in with tools
    Fuck schools, I know all I need
    Believe I move faster than you see
    In the dark spark blunts, roast coast to coast
    Mostly the host wit the most, call me ghost
    I don't mean to brag or boast, but I'm outta sight
    You a fag at most, get outta line
    You get tagged up close, step on a mine
    Claymore tore through sandals, straight vandals
    Handle scandals, original Dirty D desperados
    You ain't ever heard of me, well I know
    Cuz I stay underground, on toes
    Straight past elbows, on up to head
    Stay fed with my own bread, if I lack I take
    Slake the thirst, get hurt, tryin' to hold worth
    I'm from the Dirt, call me brown
    I'm not from this Earth, call me down
    Saunders ponders and wonders, around
    Subtley Audacious, Unnaturally Disastrous
    with Exact Razor Slashes, call me Cassius
    Clay for the way, I stay outta reach
    Call me heat, the way I simmer off street
    Call me me, or I repeat, get beat in street

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    Buckwild jewelz heavy,droppin' murderous medley's
    Kid Rock smoker, cow-boy out-fit on on the draw i'm deadly
    Mcgraw a.k.a. Dr. Claw, slum outlaw rip ya heart out put it on the wall...
    jaw breakin', dead body raking, anti-mason
    Jungle bars off the tree chop, hang Kramer, the tapes taping
    Great wind movements, i move swift making forms snake em'
    Crane spins, fist of buddha blow subdues crews they send
    Battle fevers high, i'm on fire in the benz
    Pens i don't need, stricly weed, and feed from my league
    Bulletproof seed born in the shooting gallery, slug bustin' greed
    Hustlin' leaves to trees that need the company
    Dump dummies in dumpsters, with needles stuck in their tummies
    Then i play Jim Rummy, with dimes stretchin' vaginas like Gumby
    Smooth even when my nose is runny, blow it with a single from the stack...
    Pringle emceee's get snacked on, potatoe chip tracks
    Running man raps, across the map executioner
    God body army degrees cremated Lucifer
    Medusa kissed the Dragon, flames grew from her
    Twilight zone thoughts, tales from the crypt darts
    Boar looking bitches get smashed with dishes their ugly warts
    Smart general talk, pharoahe's army dead on side-walk's
    Black hawk down, soldiers rushin' enemy ground
    When i was found with the pound it was the talk of the town



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    Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
    Hell razah

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    cockin the pound, hear that pop thats the sound
    u get dropped to the ground screwed n chopped wit a round
    screwed n screwed n chopped wit a round, bitch thats right
    ya shouldnt have been barkin bout a click that bite
    ya vision darkens and shit, i dig ya pockets and dip
    bitch get off of my dick, think u can swallow a clip?
    hollowsll rip through ya flesh tissue and just rip you
    only flash in your eyes is your life as the tek hit you
    yall virgins can suck my dick, all u geeks on the net
    jack off to my flicks that cause the freaks to get wet
    yall gotta be fags, full of shit like colostomy bags
    shoot u in front of ya click, and i aint gotta wear a rag
    yall bitches is hoes, talkin and poppin some corny jokes
    im gettin the dough while u sweatin my face like some horny ho's
    im focused like rifle scopes, i snipe out ya life u jokes
    smokin that fuckin dope, u black out from 1 fuckin toke

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    Don't come on the young tip,
    Bes retreat
    Get beat on some dumb shit,
    rep delete
    In elite fashion, masculine figure
    Tie bowlin balls to legs, an cast them in rivers
    Splash than a shiver, at last one delivers
    Spare a slum sliver, gun fissures from son's triggers
    Once they blast, they bounce faster than tigger
    Switch up the scheme, shots heard the next day
    Now they stitch'in the spleen, ditch'in six teens for six queens
    Maybe a sick pheen, could switch themes from tushy's to green
    But pussy's supreme,
    You'll catch a case of rape, from gettin pushy an steamed
    But not me, my shit can't turnout that way
    I'd rather tax the strays, and then stack the weight
    All facts i say, i hold more razors than home depo
    Cuz thats how things be doe,
    Plus my dick is popular, ask yo sister, even she know
    Pass the blister stick*, my style is violent, like how twisters get
    I rap savage, bum trigger hits
    Bag baggage, from that mister's kids
    The quicker he spits, the sicker he gets, cancer symptoms
    Enter clubs to see dancer victims,
    I don't giva fuck who says it, i never answer dictums

    Pass the blister stick*= pass the pencil
    Last edited by Bigot Hitman; 11-29-2006 at 05:05 PM.
    The dealer of hope is selling me lies
    Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
    This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
    Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
    Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
    For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
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    these slugs kill like AIDS past ya system of immunity
    got the boys in blue on me, I poisoned my community
    got somethin to eat off rocks pumped in the street
    hungry like the wolf bitch, hunt you for meat
    dumpin the heat, reload and FINISH EM - FATALITY
    get caught up in ya games, Ima bring you to reality
    im more cold than Sub Zero, 4-4 holdin thug hero
    u shiver while u count your number of slugs - ZERO
    youll be layin in a river after sprayin like a fountain
    plant your body in a forest, throw ya head off a mountain
    fuck wit a real assassin, for killin i feel a passion
    youll be screamin like a ho when the steel is blastin
    see this beam up on ya dome and beg for mercy
    but i got no remorse though u hardly deserve these -
    hollow point bullets but yeah ima put em thru ya
    talk too fuckin much u get somethin done to ya

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    ^^check the inbox, the verse is sent
    The dealer of hope is selling me lies
    Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
    This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
    Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
    Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
    For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
    http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61

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