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    Heartless marksmen targets disregarded by the seargeant
    Step up your audio, or get stepped on regardless
    Labs guarded by the gat holding guardian
    I slap up crash dummies like killa sin, King with a pen
    I'm the definition of Grim, classic like Tims, A street orphan
    Homes Boston, where if your street cred ain't real, might as well jump in a coffin
    Copycats get robbed for my fortune, so quit the lame boasting
    That hardcore acts will get your uniform bloood soaken
    As i receive props for the flow wins, and the women i'm stroking
    These hands are meant for choking u corny spokesmen
    Coke in the nosril style, scarface in the open
    Face poking poker , pocket extorter know your broker
    Than a snapped kneck, i'm the posinous rebel second to Deck
    Snatching checks, chains, dames, whips, and respect
    shitting on your intellect, J.T.S. the intellectual vet
    grow home grown so i'm my own weed connect
    no drug connections, bring your own trees for a session
    And fuck a critic , i don't need no suggestions
    Plus the style is semi-auto so there's no need for a weapon
    The lion lurks where u walk, so watch were your stepping
    Murking contenders while they're muscle flexing
    I do the inspection, and put the needle in your kneck
    Above the law, and the key to life isn't money, power, and respect
    So who's next to play friend or foe ? style rapist flow
    Just give me a hoe, breakbeat, a pen and some indigo



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

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    JTS a Journalist, Terminating Sicknesses
    Silentsin is Murderous, Exterminating Witnesses
    A Clash of Styles, Lyrics that'll Flat 'em Down
    And Smack up any Clown, with my Sarcastic Smile
    Similes are un-matched, My level is un-seen
    a Devil who will never dare Surrendering, Trust Me
    Rebels who would step will get Beheaded and Cut Deep
    So Skilled, i'll turn a rookie to a Legend in One Week
    Cats who Dump Heat, only Failed with their Relationship
    Bullets started cheating them, I'm Faithful to my Sacred Fists
    I vow to never Let 'em Down, You Threaten the Style?
    I'm Stretching you Out, Resembling the Predator's Mouth

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    Silent reigns, dictators, emcee's, and oppresors my hook severs their brain
    Find pleasure in setting my competition on fire, authors in flames
    Sick of the same, lame militias, cloning my militant scriptures
    Corrupted spit-kicker, 7 day-a-week dime hitter
    merciless rhyme spitter, crime ninja, ruining careers and agendas
    Paralize princes, conquer kingdomes, swords rip open shitters
    Spirit lifter, bar uplifter, Black god in the center, murderous mind bender
    Delete wack crews, incredible thoughts spew as i rhyme in a taboo
    Workout in a shrine, omen of the rhyme, complex matrix design
    seek and you'll find relentless ruckus in my sentence
    Demented mental poetry crafted in seconds
    Lyrically rocket through sections, leaving biters lifeless
    Afterlife trips to avenge suicidal opponents who feared ya highness
    Lye hits improve the visual metaphoes in deadly wars
    Heavy weight substance abundant plus insured
    Floors bloody from slayed buddies that were disloyal
    bodies rotten, spoiled from the plurals
    Head cutting snakes blades through the coils
    ugy chics demand love, they give me orals
    Spits so hot, when the flem spews it boils
    Turning rap stars to martyr's, the god bodying fathers
    American Gangster slayer, pimps get sprayed on corners
    In front of hoes, foes, and the poe-poe
    They murdered the God but on the seventh day he rose
    Last edited by Mantra; 07-02-2008 at 01:59 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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    damn JTS!

    them last five lines did it...
    weep for lost babylon,
    the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog
    bordered by a sea of faults,
    fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt
    screaming shots, police and chalk,
    wingless fallen demons walking among us as people...

    -.5Kut

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    lol @ sinners killed in silence
    weep for lost babylon,
    the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog
    bordered by a sea of faults,
    fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt
    screaming shots, police and chalk,
    wingless fallen demons walking among us as people...

    -.5Kut

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    Optional minds get auctioned off
    Like cars and bars/
    Check the stock I hold
    Wit the likes of silver and gold/
    Chose flows but poverty is in me never saw
    Nothing but bugs coming outta my wallet/
    Hold the talk for the balance news and shit
    Spit a full clip of lyrics into it/
    Now niggaz wanna get on the dick
    Thinking it’s just a magic trick and
    They won’t be called groupies shit/
    Somber guarded garters barter these martyrs
    Word to these authors importing coffins to soften the mysterious/
    Spitting wizardry infinitely they try n become reborn
    Scorned from death I mourned wit my lips bitten and torn/
    Stitches heal the physical but the soul will be forever remain cold
    Froze off the halos acorns bomb shell size the spits I use as bullets/
    Now I’m heavenly Beverly mason check the case by case basis
    Facing these miles wit these so-called racists I don’t shit/
    I just grip the pen rip through theories and bury there emcees
    It’s a battle between creed and the lives they bleed/
    Fuck feeding the machine I’ll feed it sprockets knocking out stars
    Open up hearts like lockets you cannot plot this the way I rock this/

  8. #2768

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    the fuse detonates as i regulate the rhythm
    explodes with more force than nuclear fission
    the bombs drop with labels saying "please reconsider"
    your country is different, now the first world will linger
    third person action behind the boards and controls
    the console is the world, the buttons are souls
    if there's a valley between my brother and i
    i hope he falls in if he can't financially supply

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    Cause allot of yall are fakin
    One minute itís thatís hot, next minute that itís wack/
    You better think back and remember
    how an emcee suppose to act/
    I track a joint quicker than flows
    whatís getís DLíd off the internet/
    Check the lines that chop suey
    leave yall sliced up like bolognea/
    Thinking you elementary lyrics
    Can raise the bar high for the next ones coming up/
    I can drum up lyrics that incite converstations
    All you do is get a buzz for six months and nothing gets pumped/
    Your like the meaziles Iím the mumps I erdicate you chumps
    I can flow like the bird flu and infect you quick without any subject matter/
    Leave these weaklings scattering like ants trying to come at me
    With nothing but weak lyrics and wack beats wit no heat 4 the streets/
    You can beef wit cha lunch meat but I eat you like rice crispy treats
    Leave yíall stripped too the bone after my dogs get done wit cha/
    Rap is more fickle than tricks with issues I can bless you wit all the knowledge
    But you still wonít be satisfied like the hottest girl she just want more and more/
    Iíll launch shit stolls at you suck it all up and get the fuck out the game
    If you wanna play then you better study your role and do your homework/
    So recongize itís the double seven dead on
    when Iím driven got the car on call like KIT/
    my shit spits out hot flames when Iím demolishing
    you lames this ainít no fucking joke
    or game itís a shame most canít call it a day/
    Last edited by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS; 07-08-2008 at 12:42 AM.

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    Check these remarkable remarks that skid on you marks
    Shit on you sharks, i ain't having it like Rosa Parks
    blow up shops while emcee's are shopping in em
    The job done inside is graphic, too raw for television
    In hell were living, my occupation anti-government spitting
    And freedom for every man, child, and woman
    Minorities given, hell holes to live in, our advancement forbidden
    The devil's curse is unforgiven, devilsh acts i'm not forgetting
    Got no time for foolish women, i'm not in tune with their rhythm
    Everything's taken never given, it's war where i'm living
    Young girls stripping just to pay a college tuition
    I used to blame the white man, but my own people tripping
    Sarcastic bastards i run with til' i'm in the casket
    pass the torch to my last kid, i died trapped in
    State of shock rapping, meditated before the blasting
    Last edited by Mantra; 07-10-2008 at 11:57 AM.



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

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    faygo 3 liters, canadian mist, a twinky of reefer
    hit the page and sow shit up like singers
    game face the meanest, defeat is not a option
    victory up in my optics, wins taste sweeter than swedish chocolates
    switched my demeanor, shaky confidence
    but check it pally i got this, dude watch this
    im finsta turn promises to profits
    its too many pussies out like the new style is crotchless
    my belt got many notches, ate brains like tony hopkins
    summer night rain storm, bucket head, galoshes
    my flow warm the soul, your whole insides, goulashes
    ebony colossus, flyer than baxter stockman
    when i blow of steam, believe i release toxins
    shotgun wedding elly may left the mountains
    "abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is"

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    It's me on the mic, hitting competition with the force of a meteorite
    Drop degrees while in flight, sucker-free for life, torturing dikes
    sharpen swords before the fight, chop, and slice slow
    Chrst flow, the game i lock it down like shyne poe
    Game pro, gestures get em open like lame hoes
    Stain souls, as we exchange blows from every angle
    Turning every emcee to an angel, bang and break ya bangels
    Hang low, hit em high, stop, cut, stomp, and glide
    Bombing by the bay, you stray to catch shots from the AK
    blaze hay, and leave bodies in the middle of the barns
    You and your marsh-mellow songs will get roasted on camp-fires on open farms
    poetry is potent strong, i stay smoking dons, and bongs
    Live larger than King Kong from hustling chron
    Raw as fuck bust in ya moms, hand-cuff her arms
    Ring the alarm, as i swarm and bring hip-hop Vietnam



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

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    Quote Originally Posted by Sleep Sinatra View Post
    merciless visions enscribed upon my thought patterns/
    the god shatter ya physics horrific wit dark matter/
    pain inflicted from metallic talons in the hawks cavern/
    cloaked wieldin a scythe revealin light from a lantern/
    i broke the hands of time and defied divine answer/
    anarchy displayed in my rimes go's far beyond chapters/
    guard-i-an master of the universe uniquely/
    form lyrical plagues diggin graves i besiege thee!!
    Had to big this up nastiness!



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

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    Save the Suspense Runt, best Raise ya Defen-SES, if ya Think ya a Threat...JUST
    Come n Get It WHAT? are ya Even Thinkin, beatin me? must've been Dreamin' This Shit
    Succeed ya Immediate Exstinction , Infliction's with Percision go in ya bloodstream like Siringes

    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 White N Dangerous View Post
    Save the Suspense Runt, best Raise ya Defen-SES, if ya Think ya a Threat...JUST
    Come n Get It WHAT? are ya Even Thinkin, beatin me? must've been Dreamin' This Shit
    Succeed ya Immediate Exstinction , Infliction's with Percision go in ya bloodstream like Siringes
    Monopolize the market, doin "Jobs" with "Bill" runnin the "Gates"
    Operate with System compatible with mobs flippin the weight
    Diggin the Crate, Wax niggaz with real hip hop circulate in my veins
    Pleasures gains by bringin you "Pain" without the "T", "I" stayin against all grains.

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