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    look i mastered this, piece of disastrous
    syntactical semantics accompanied by theatrical grammar
    that's more hazardous then the semen i waste of Aaronson's mattress
    it's comical about the exactness when i say your style is the wackest
    you're better off doing SNL material you fuckin' actress
    when it comes to killin' flows i'm serial, demented if you will
    can't be fingerprinted or seen on video tape, Enemy of the State
    dip my fingertips in acid swim laps in Lake Placid
    so the government hounds can't detect my scent
    i revent the english syntax to lyrically snap synapses
    my poetic justice is illustrious
    stack apple jacks just to buy snacks
    and build excess tax that'll break backs like a Montana knapsack...
    "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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    flames Mos



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

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    open the door, my pants sown to the floor,
    here, choke on this sword,
    my necks through a rope till my throats getting sore,
    oh dear.. the Pope has just swore, hes rich, and i have odorous pores,
    smoke dope and opium raw while im poking the floor,
    all hope is restored! a joke? im not totally sure..

    ..

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    fuck what you got on the scale your hand-held with nails
    cross me next time and expect dimes to send you to hell
    with drawers burning emcee's pay to see my sermon
    s.t.d.'s are out of control that's why missisipi's burning
    i got it in the guilty are charged by a madman entourage
    with lanterns green marching for the cause
    criminals break like laws as we circled walls
    your fame fall for shittin' in the same stall
    you lames mauled this is a murderous masterpiece of mastery
    smash the league then leaved happily
    thieves after me feds flashin' the cams
    never did give my taxes to uncle sam
    punk you scrams kicked like cans
    banged like pots examine the man
    darts movin' like van as ya'll dodge shots on land
    sucker emcee's drop with guns jammed
    they sons dammed occupation hitman
    you better not hit back or face the sand
    or else they claw cut wounded or smashed with iron hands
    that cover the real u know the deal i devour who stands
    in the way become prey preying for a better way
    you ashtray butts too busy puffin' wonderin' how to stay paid
    broke to the grave the coke is a plaque
    and you sellin' tellin' is a fatal price to pay
    these rappers i eat for luch then put the undigestable remains on a trey



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

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    u say u want revenge
    in the end your life ends
    in the midst of destruction
    ur screamin and cussin
    bcuz the planets have aligned
    and the ur runnin out of time
    to be one with the divine-dieties
    i keep peace while others show hate
    i wait for the time when they all against eachother
    killin one another like prophecy preidcts
    thanks to teiresius
    your blind to my kind
    so we sneek up on you like ninjas
    and finish ya like this was mortal kombat
    i run this whole thing like a ring leader
    makin homeruns like derek jeter
    yall try to cheat death but i shake you up like egg beaters
    goodbye like aol
    when you done cryin could you pay my bills
    Dont forget to pick up the soap





    "I got your back but you best to watch your front."-GZA

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    Quote Originally Posted by J.T.S. View Post
    fuck what you got on the scale your hand-held with nails
    cross me next time and expect dimes to send you to hell
    with drawers burning emcee's pay to see my sermon
    s.t.d.'s are out of control that's why missisipi's burning
    i got it in the guilty are charged by a madman entourage
    with lanterns green marching for the cause
    criminals break like laws as we circled walls
    your fame fall for shittin' in the same stall
    you lames mauled this is a murderous masterpiece of mastery
    smash the league then leaved happily
    thieves after me feds flashin' the cams
    never did give my taxes to uncle sam
    punk you scrams kicked like cans
    banged like pots examine the man
    darts movin' like van as ya'll dodge shots on land
    sucker emcee's drop with guns jammed
    they sons dammed occupation hitman
    you better not hit back or face the sand
    or else they claw cut wounded or smashed with iron hands
    that cover the real u know the deal i devour who stands
    in the way become prey preying for a better way
    you ashtray butts too busy puffin' wonderin' how to stay paid
    broke to the grave the coke is a plaque
    and you sellin' tellin' is a fatal price to pay
    these rappers i eat for luch then put the undigestable remains on a trey
    niiice....
    "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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    whatever level your on i'm well beyond distant mystic
    space and time i design and twist it you can't resist
    it's so dense newton laws suggest eventually you will fall
    the G in me subsequently others envy and are left empty
    with no heart at all or soul they just roam the globe under mind control
    to my own beat i stroll not like jake but quick to correct your mistake
    if you say i ain't great i give apes the shakes and ride around town
    like pimp with a cape pussies i reshape they give more than they can take
    no hugs for fake thugs who plug in to regenerate what i create
    shift like tectonic plates and break ya mindsate no one's safe
    kinectic phonetics hit ya in the face like a Remy Ace
    feel the embrace when i shove my Qi into your place...
    "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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    you got guns we got gunners and number runners
    that'll speak in code set-up hoes for stunners
    you in slumber were in hummers
    cops checkin' plates we eat good so they investigate
    don't instigate or else we bomb gates
    you fakes blow each other out like candles on cakes
    were sittin' on weight and your bitches face
    she want it oral but a pot of grits was what i ate
    washed it down with belmont springs
    you feel from fight swings for them faking ain't a thing
    you thugs are killer bee's without stings
    boxers without hands choke em with rubberbands
    i'm a relentless man with a python in my pants
    speech worth grands and i'm not talking contraband
    empire expands like a vultures wingspan
    slap em up til' they bleedin' for thieving
    the god is back so who do u belive in??
    leave him where the hungry maggots crawl
    heavy like cannon balls ya'll stare in awe
    fuck what you thinkin' thoughts decorate the walls
    you and your stinkin' bitch eat dick on sinkin' ship
    but before the death weighter comes leave me a tip
    Last edited by Mantra; 04-20-2010 at 09:40 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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    Thinking the SHEEP isn't deep as a submarine
    I'm the slide cha out cha spine rip your mind apart
    type of ripper, without tipping your getting gypped/
    ripped off from the taxation creating waste
    facing the case tasting the edge of my blade/
    you ain't seen a “Demon In the Flesh” at his best destroying stress
    when addressed SIN I ring in new years with a hells pit in your mom's cl-it/
    split cha noogin in half without jargin jogging up hills with demons strapped to your back
    and Hades ripping a track with efforts Tom Clancy couldn't author/
    on the mic you ain't nice I'm NICE venom spewing chewing up rappers
    digest artists against parental advised suggested suggestions during my sessions/
    legal label heart dropper time topper story cropper bomb dropper
    killer flow rocker stone cold mic ripper get zipped up like Mike Jack's red jacket/
    I stay lite in a silqiuty of chaos displaying odds it'll take a ton o' guns
    to spit flows that'll take work hate verbage making nerds itch by the pitch/
    flip the flem leave you lent like a past tense end cha sentence
    relentless with words I mainfest from the grind cuz i'm a NY Nigga/

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    Full clip from the mic champ degrees hot the rant chants
    mind over machine the ingredients advanced
    plasma sight the energetic kinetic stance
    beyond normal tarantula attack
    street dice thrown six shots hit his back
    pardon me fluent fiber-optic tracks
    stage dive imperial spats
    glide over the four door
    45 special door hit locks penetrated
    we happy breaking through dusty tombs
    based off agenda passed empty rooms
    noon time chucky in the doll body
    egyptian mummy wrap party
    cup full the bull outside charges
    a warrant for a con that coin sides the largest



    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 piece together life like a puzzle
    any nigga barkin at me, on they mouth i put a muzzle
    they muffled livin life as hard as they can cuz they troubled
    and do i care? nope.
    dont got time for this opera of soap
    im cleaner than most dont do dope
    still have hope for rappers tryin to make it in this cold world
    told em id be the one pullin all the girls
    they said no you want
    i told em dont front
    i pull stunts like bmx bikers
    niggas locked up from alcatraz to rykers
    came through like taz the manian devil
    and made it to the next level
    almost beat the game cuz im gainin fame
    its a damn shame when u find the one you love has gone
    but u just soldier on
    and thats what we do just keep runnin through the checkpoints till we win the race
    it dont matter who you are go at your own pace
    and make it big
    Dont forget to pick up the soap





    "I got your back but you best to watch your front."-GZA

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    never been immune to street drama never rocking weak armor
    heat harm ya complete karma on ya'll weak corners
    you talk alot of yap chap caught in the death trap
    cover the tracks and those who slack catch a blow donkey kick impact
    no horsing around my defense force em to grounds
    he's dropped in the river force him to drown
    fearless come near this your losing each round
    tackle em slash his knot pass the rock
    before he self destructs earth slammed on his block
    ground cracks ear deafning sound-tracks
    hand crazy glued to the mack shots send em back
    fire through helmets crabs get pinched for stacks
    released running back to the ave to keep his hustle intact
    no stunts man blocked bullets so i pray with holy hands
    these days are fishy and the baracuda is in demand
    A true guru(r.i.p.) with the solar system in his hand
    you'll never be the man until you follow Allah's commands



    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
    never been immune to street drama never rocking weak armor
    heat harm ya complete karma on ya'll weak corners
    you talk alot of yap chap caught in the death trap
    cover the tracks and those who slack catch a blow donkey kick impact
    no horsing around my defense force em to grounds
    he's dropped in the river force him to drown
    fearless come near this your losing each round
    tackle em slash his knot pass the rock
    before he self destructs earth slammed on his block
    ground cracks ear deafning sound-tracks
    hand crazy glued to the mack shots send em back
    fire through helmets crabs get pinched for stacks
    released running back to the ave to keep his hustle intact
    no stunts man blocked bullets so i pray with holy hands
    these days are fishy and the baracuda is in demand
    A true guru(r.i.p.) with the solar system in his hand
    you'll never be the man until you follow Allah's commands
    niiice


    anvil spill heavyweight you know the drill
    my belt you can't steal but ya girl i'll let her feel
    get a rush when i kick in the vault verbal assault
    hush the room with a kaboom mindblown off zoomed
    neighbors consume the fumes only the Dalai Lama is immuned
    no autotone to make ya swoon a Guru whose Jazzmatazz
    mesmerize the class from alum to new buffoons i'm a tycoon
    with the rhyme and sip the flow with my wine organically i dine
    like lobster tails i break spines impale weak minds and set sail
    in the sunshine drop anchor and raid ya land i'm obsurd with the word
    converting heathens while waving my contraband...
    "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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    my style of terror is mental
    through the use of instrumentals
    welcome to hostel part three
    u can do u but im doin me
    you cant see cuz i blinded you
    but i aint shinin'
    im just gougin eyes out for more profit
    yall dun lost it the style and the flava
    please sign this waver
    so i can send you on a cruise to lose your
    soul stole the soles off ya feet
    have fun dancin on the hotstreets gettin hook worms
    and infections from the germs
    im on terms u cant comprehend
    and if you try to see my true form ya life will end
    in flames
    Dont forget to pick up the soap





    "I got your back but you best to watch your front."-GZA

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    fists pumping before the thumping get to dumping
    pump to your punk men easy for the punking
    parking in the lot weather hot women sucking
    for nothing coasting no more easy grossing
    attracting carribean queens like billie ocean
    easy lover potion we sprang in motion



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

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