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    abuse fools that done stepped to this sadist, must be a masochist
    ill be the only one left in the aftermath, the head cracka thats packin clips
    after the blast youll lick sack in the afterlife while i mash ya wife
    into the pum pum this bitch breakin 7 inches is packin tight
    pussy narrow like the subject matter of your half assed attempts at rappin
    my barrel wide like yo fat ass butt cheeks im slappin, whats happenin
    nothin but bullets in a hail sent from the magnum air mail til you turnin pale
    you aint no more than a crumb on the table plus your words was stale-
    before u spit em for the first time, tryin to bite styles you cant swallow
    straight regurgitated some bullshit with a verbal diarrhea trail to follow
    got a slug to match ya head, its hollow, when lil kids get shot its tragic
    steppin to lil pimps thats Loc'ed Dog, matchin kicks with they automatics
    dont be a menace on the internet, you aint got no juice in yo hood
    i swiss cheese yo whip like u was pac, bitch try to ride thru my hood
    pimp yo bride, xzibit her brains when i put a sunroof in her head
    u cant write songs, better write your career a eulogy cuz its already dead
    BITCH

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    I manifest festering threads leaving lyricists lyrically dead
    While i'm well fed pool balls topple hard heads
    Enough bars to fill New york's 5 boroughs
    Me and my fam rhyme royal Bush assasins for the oil
    when it's my turn prepare for turmoil
    I burn and boil traitors disloyal
    unfoiled plots, and remove eyes so they can't watch
    in the bar i slam shots with my grandpops
    butter the scotch as i go to war in gutters with cops
    Dimes down the cock, while i'm on the celly calling connect for an ox
    Don't get caught on my block selling rocks
    or you'll catch an oh sit god i'm hit cuban linx skit ghost shot
    And if you don't want to get blown better know the door knock



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

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    Street life living lyricist, they have flows but not this hazardous
    i unmask the myths, smash a snitch, i'm wild with the pitch
    Foul when i flip subjects multiple times on these kids
    Jump off a bridge and land in the bottom of river feet first
    Instrumentals might be dope jerk, but i'll give your face a beat worse
    ladies throat keep squirts, the hardhead rebel pissing on a church
    skeeting on the nurse, bent over gown off
    and a cat will get crucified twice, if it's me that's double-crossed
    It's the Lost Boy doomed to die in the land of the lost



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

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    you cant see me i live in another dimension
    so far ahead of you im just beyond your comprehension
    make bitches pussys explode like spontainius combustion when i fuck em
    start my own army of men and ignite the rebellion
    stompin into the white house, murderin all the political related members
    cut the muscle tendons from georgre's cock and serve em for breakfast
    leave hilary for last and knife fuck her until her senses collapse
    until her eyes roll all the way back into her scalp
    see, im sicker than than a fuckin aids infected cancer victim
    fuck bitches in they sleep and stab when im about to cum
    drink the leftover blood and let my cum flow into the stab wounds when im done
    Last edited by FacelessEnemy; 08-28-2008 at 06:34 PM.


    If I told you where we were at or where we were goin', I'd shatter the worlds social balance as we know it

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    Born bionic, platoon smokes chronic, bafoons choked dissing the islamic
    No advocate for the doctor, an icon idolized for the ebonics
    sonic styles solar, from the north bringing extreme frost
    Chop your poems poor, slugs richochet through domes doors
    Cell phones, whores, emcee's here's an open invite to war
    Let off more licks, shots hit em before they could bail
    They fail, and fall victim to deadly bondage
    Astonish the moment, you pay homage
    pour hot tar on em know their tarnished
    Pass the dutch performance, durable endurance
    show storming, show stopping, firework rap captain
    4th of July shit, got the bitter biters fleeing, and bag packing
    fearing my axe actions, generals give honorary reactions
    Shop closed up, as it was soaked up, and broke up
    September crafting cold cuts, know your heads sown up



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

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    im like a rock for you crack addicts, that means im hard to drop
    your bitch on my jock, her tongue got my dick in a head lock
    this lil pimp got hoes that cut heads like Lorena Bobbitt
    how could i be afraid of a hobbit, yous a joke man stop it
    pull my thang and cock it, make it rain on these fuckin bitches
    hands in my pocket gon have some bodies layin up in ditches
    rip yo arm out the socket, you get put to sleep by this Sandman
    exit light, enter night, im creepin blowin up shit like Afghanistan

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    Freestyle overdose, on fire like cocked back golden toast
    Trigger jamming notes, rollercoasting quotes through every coast
    too bold to boast, smoke rises another ninja i roast
    i just want to "celebrate' making a celebrity a ghost
    snatch your folks, do em in until they croak
    Evacuate the road, many riches i hold
    Palm trees in my hand, fair exchange change for home grown
    so known
    while boys boycott i'm resting on the throne
    Break glasses Malone, my empires home
    when the God brings destrution those who look back turn to stone
    a dome is a terrible thing to waste, hands sticky like paste
    Get out my face "Fore you get knocked the fuck out" today
    Burn it down like Smokey, you big worms owe me
    for sack cuffing, go ahead keep thugging
    Put you on mute scrooges aren't saying nothing
    Last edited by Mantra; 09-03-2008 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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    I was born to rock, while others were born to smoke them
    I'm everywhere at once you chumps catch lumps loafing
    show no emotion, just the loco motion, and prolific potion
    Living disease spoken, stand at ease boasting
    a broken screw-head, on the freeway watch me lose Feds
    you might rep the streets, but you have no cred
    Or rep points, see me smoking the best joints
    Listening to Sean p, my monkey bars could kill an army
    so harm me, and watch your hood catch a Hiroshima
    as you beg for assistance, access denied like what Fema did during katrina
    Taking my spot, your taking a shot
    hospital bed dreamer



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

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    still will remain king
    forever a dreamer never to be a lame thing
    even if the changing hasn't been eminent
    i hope in present tense fore i know the history of everything
    but then again
    my miseducation was taught by music
    confusion i couldn't reach the status of master
    clueless couldn't catch my own name in the static of rappers
    who laid down the blueprint and my thumb is
    down around the pockets searching for my two cents
    paying my dues then , i will catch on hopefully to blast off
    with the first of many rap songs
    qualms that i versed were just happenings i lacked on
    but now im back strong like fronting was something i couldn't ever pack on

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    Snack on your raps, feed the dog the under the table scraps
    lock down the caps, while i raise the statistics, and stacks
    Bundles snatched by a hundred wolves with gats
    So shook you sat, while your crew got straight jacked
    ya'll the type to get locked and become cell rape cats
    platinum chain yanked back, you smile retarted under attack
    Type of fool to walk into a trap, to pack but never fire a mac
    Saying you bust shots, standing ovations the only way you clapped
    chased for blocks running laps, you can't even throw a slap
    S-curl permed your naps, run those reefa sacks
    you honey sap fag suxckling emcee's nut sacks
    Get Tom Brady tackled, with a axe hacked in your hat rat



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

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    smack bitches in the face with my black fitted cuz they yap shitted
    verbal diarrhea leakin out they grill, wipe it off with they brain tissue
    speakin out on real playas means a slayin and that really aint an issue
    cock back this pistol and hit you with laser guided missiles to split you
    rip through chests with explosive rounds, holdin down my sector
    uptown reppa, bitch this aint no science class but i gotta dissect ya
    disrespect the selecta not knowin im more known as a skull collector
    the only bones these hoes collect is in they ass, lemme tell ya
    im a mack so i aint pissed if bitches wanna get on some lame shit
    aint never payin no bitch, only make it rain when i drain clips
    i aint slip, im that cracker jack thats packin gats to snatch yo sacks
    slap a black gat against a rat head hard enough to pop all your blackheads
    yall crackheads can suck a dick, a junkie aint nothin but a ho
    bring me my dough before i show that this pro aint takin no shorts
    plus that thang in yo shorts aint got enough shots to damage a fella
    an ex dope seller thatll put these choppers into action and swell ya

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    It's a clone war, not a texas ranger but a lone star
    Every line these corny emcee's craft sound sub-par
    Bloody bars hotter than minks, skin hard as a spinx
    Think the shots you took were hard?
    i'll drown that ass in the drinks, me and shrap linked
    hold darts like sums, couldn't sum up what i think
    Kinky bitches boned on the sink, bust-off she drinks
    Living foul, pledge alliegance to my hammer
    came up a horrendous child skilled with the nouns, and vowels
    While half these rappers are house niggas like Colin Powell
    Flowing styles pure sewage, the street steward
    crews, cliques take these shots i licked off
    Your scripts gloss, lost froze from frost
    Get thigh because life is high cost
    Mc's stay fly thrown off roofs
    True to the game boss
    Last edited by Mantra; 09-15-2008 at 11:28 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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    Quote Originally Posted by J.T.S. View Post
    It's a clone war, not a texas ranger but a lone star
    Every line these corny emcee's craft sound sub-par
    Bloody bars hotter than minks, skin hard as a spinx
    Think the shots you took were hard?
    i'll drown that ass in the drinks, me and shrap linked
    hold darts like sums, couldn't sum up what i think
    Kinky bitches boned on the sink, bust-off she drinks
    Living foul, pledge alliegance to my hammer
    came up a horrendous child skilled with the nouns, and vowels
    While half these rappers are house niggas like Colin Powell
    Flowing styles pure sewage, the street steward
    crews, cliques take these shots i licked off
    Your scripts gloss, lost froze from frost
    Get thigh because life is high cost
    Mc's stay fly thrown off roofs
    True to the game boss
    Lames Tossed, Blame Us? get ya Face Re-Arranged Dawg
    Fuck Wat They Thought, Straight Up, we'll Turn the fuckin' Game Off
    been gone a While, but know you'll never be Rid Of Me,
    Instantly these Big Willie's Think Differently, Especially
    since i Posses a Specialty, that will make the Best MC Just Rest in Peace
    Smokin' that Illegal Substance, got me Feelin Evil N' Plus It..
    makin me Thinkin' my Peoples Deceitful and can't Be Really Trusted

    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

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    i've been to the place stricken with sickness
    but im still livin , head down but will tiltin'
    up like a change of gears , in a bike
    cos i must pedal up to face my fears
    in a hike when i get thrown off to get it right
    i couldn't just change my fate i've been this way for years
    like that was the basis for the racists here
    said i couldn't make it , and my tears became complacent beers
    everyone would get comfortable around me and disarrayed
    but never to call for a raise in cheers ,
    i must follow through on the path
    and not like a coward do with a map
    fuse my dues with the fuel and then it blast
    like i never lose where im at
    even if there hasn't been a winner here
    im billing the fitters here
    till my head is crowned with a hat
    that resists the temptation to pat with such a fixture here
    yes , constructin the tool to go above rules and rule without having to drill it there

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    I could care less about the beefs floatin' around hea,
    get a grill, make a burger,
    betta yet make a steak,
    tired of emcees making it out to be liver,
    only backing it up with fluffy cake.

    oh shit now it's a bake sale,
    what about the chedda?
    guess we making a verbal cheesecake, displayin' our lyrical skills,
    cause our bakesale's the only thing we got to pay our bills.

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