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  1. #3511

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    aye yo,

    Got the iron from the sheek pure breath hazardous heat
    authority over the majority like jews pockets are deep
    rock you to sleep if it's beef white sheets cover bodies in city streets
    make sure the babies fed in this land of the mentally dead
    copped trees from the dread rastaman with a false leg
    instead of talking i'm walking through cemetaries planning future coffins
    coughing reminising of my ex-girlfriend's abortions
    suited well iv'e been in countries working on farms
    institutions like jail where a man can one day prevail
    nervous chewing my nails, will i succeed or fail?
    we heard it all before the shining glow
    practice my principal still stresed with dough
    making hot biscuits so of my peeps block statistics
    pigs got us twisted jealous of the black, and gifted
    still keep it realistic theyr'e some real misfits
    jobs jerking me working me for very little
    we broke the riddle like the old man playing the fiddle
    layed in the grass smoking with a broad in the middle
    made her wiggle x-rated ex-native spanked naked
    the mic i break it with cosmic force glide of course
    the impact infact like being thrown from a horse
    big brother knocking while we was having intercourse
    but i escaped swimming through lakes, is justice at stake?
    only weapons home made knives, meat cleavers, and rakes
    anything to keep me alive the howling of wolves kept me awake
    they said i broke an oath nigga i never took one
    they caught me sleeping and planted drugs, and guns
    they'll do anything to destroy what i took so long to become
    fighting for survival so i'm a survivalist screaming fuck the district
    attorney another day another journey
    keep keeping on ghetto soldiers stand strong
    bear arms workout your arms knees, and backs
    run with my pack out to catch villian who lack
    the knack of flow i'm on a roll while your on parole
    roll out if you hold out, who stole the soul?
    you know the coldest one hold his gun
    drama minister choking a nun
    father-less scum i was wandering young
    from speakers to teachers each his own
    without reach i'm known
    Last edited by Mantra; 08-04-2010 at 12:38 PM.



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

  2. #3512

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    back for more mayhem on ya block slaying while you slinging
    catch a feeling another novice thrown off the building
    so while you romancing the stones i'm soon to dance on ya bones
    getting the grants and the loans every chance that i'm shown
    got it sown always drop more shit than where cow's graze
    growing wild haze since child days with the gumby fade
    keep it raw no matter if it's guns, or blunts you blaze
    stunts to chase punchlines like a Judah jab to the face
    get stabbed with grace for tough-talk blood he'll taste



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

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    pull out the putter do my thing and swing like no other
    in the woods crouching tiger sippin lager with somebody's baby mother
    thoughts run amuck and invade ya room like clutter
    spinning into butter i lend a hand to help a lost brother
    caution lights flicker on the Highway to Heaven
    doubting the divine causes more deadly sins then seven
    commandeer the hearse steer ya soul right off course
    what's worse ya mom's had my book of verses in her purse
    benevolence is irrelevant if you eyes are closed
    so i pry minds open and leave 'em fully expose
    the wear and tear appears all over your flesh and clothes
    bloodwork expert who as a hobby scribes prose...
    "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)

  4. #3514

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    the knock explicit slug whistle the thug becomes a statistic
    hollywood fiends line-up for powder on dishes
    devour your district light shit up like Christmas
    granted the fathers forgiveness for illegal buisness
    up north visits drugs smuggled in by down ass bitches
    life ain't a picnic need a extra hand to pitch with
    this is theatrical art spread out your darts
    flow diggin' domes u break easy like calcium deprived bones
    leaving minds blown with rhyme chrome automatically known
    equation solved mathematical gods get earthed for the cause
    we revolve around who you involve minus the law
    Can u bear the broads? striking like tiger crouching with sharpened claws
    i could write on a rollercoaster and my pen won't fall
    blow u you up in helium halls thrown through the wall
    tax em like the old british rebel like the tea party
    he didn't see me but he seen shotty
    Last edited by Mantra; 08-12-2010 at 09:32 AM.



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

  5. #3515

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    oops double-post
    Last edited by Mantra; 08-13-2010 at 10:21 AM.



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

  6. #3516

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    throw a fast one high pitch they petrified by the flyness of my wrists
    Watches cannot time this classical flows are time-less
    from the start to ending my defenders stay defending
    the battle-grounds where the snakes rattle rounds
    shells the pigs pick- up people dying from out of town
    game over your out of bounds running like jim Brown
    victims of bodies been found my flag planted in the ground
    i'm on top while ya'll on rocks i don't stop
    bringing the ruckus with one shot the dumb popped
    bullets go in heads like quarters in arcade game slots
    your fame stops like a dying man's heart beating slowly
    the bitter loathe me cuz i'm nastier than bologne
    this is only for the raw lovers bust scuds through ya homies



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

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    itz back...the walkin plague aidz never slack my attack.....
    now u followin me on my awol the freestyle thread livez on past the break on dawn never reverse that...
    leave w/out absence i never die in the rap mind u cant beat dat...
    then u copy it and get smack with nizzine in the back of instead gettin a dap when i stomp come too stomp and slide on yo fake ass side of the mizzap....
    foodstamp yo check account before crack over the head wit da milller high life befo i crack u ova da ovariez wit da miller highlife 40 by the cizzap....
    "BACK TO FUKIN WERK 1 OF YOUR THREADZ JUST GOT DUSTED"

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    logged in, meffed out...wu banga dart chin check yo mouth...
    cut yo lipz wit da paper cutz, acid hitz mad clout felix da cat flashbackz is whatz im aboutz....
    beat dat comin thru wit da baseball hat and da shadez to match...
    the fade cut black da westside story kid dat put da seattle scene of drugz supply drug store I-5 corridor on the map,...
    kid!....
    real gangsta like pun to fat to fit thru the store packin da mak in da back of da ac...
    wit 300 poundz of kush killbudz thatz 150 thou in the back sheath of yo ecko slackz... whatz that


































































































































    go get yo hit of crack,.... wannabe kid
    "BACK TO FUKIN WERK 1 OF YOUR THREADZ JUST GOT DUSTED"

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    whatz up wucorp just chillin word up to jts....king shyt...bigben, big up to the bbb the realest rappers holdin the freestyle thread down since the day.....party like itz 1999 u know how aidz didz
    "BACK TO FUKIN WERK 1 OF YOUR THREADZ JUST GOT DUSTED"

  10. #3520

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    Quote Originally Posted by Sicka than aidZ View Post
    whatz up wucorp just chillin word up to jts....king shyt...bigben, big up to the bbb the realest rappers holdin the freestyle thread down since the day.....party like itz 1999 u know how aidz didz


    hah wat up? can't give a shout out ta ya boy?? :P

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  11. #3521

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    what's up sicka

    time slips my rhyme splits the pathetic kiss the clips
    major grips the hammer humming drama dipped
    pumps passed you dumped last in shit
    hands crash the bricks the blood in grass is thick
    no tricks only the trade exclusive dimes are dicked
    sign off the tax find out the facts another back is cracked
    rip the axe off the wall under the mattress stacks are stacked



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

  12. #3522

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    from romania to rome commandments are stoned kings over-thrown
    cock in tail bitches i dismiss em after we bone
    the draft flying home another king-pin dis-owned
    the resistant distant damage my own
    bones puffed features rough with tims scuffed
    been buff from the veggie buffet stomach stuffed
    we came to cut or crush your guts
    carry on with the chaos and your layed off
    pesticide spray eyes while they prey
    fuck a dime a day til' they fishes decay
    smelling rotton pick em like cotton plottin'
    marching slaves to put guns to your noggin'
    joggin' from the crime scence raid ya rhyme scheme
    give me my cream or die bitch from melody beams
    lay your earth to rest like Coretta Scott King
    Last edited by Mantra; 08-19-2010 at 12:06 PM.



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

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    sticker treater feature leaking reach freaking out the minds insight on the m-i-c
    deadly when I drop vitals rocking side shows never looked so sick when I rip/
    bringing it back throwing it back making it another vital attack
    backen jacken making a pack ratter fatter thinking i'm cat snatcher/
    i am the ripper from times i tripped get cha fully eclipsed by the words I just flipped
    now you summersualting to ya doom proliferate cha lke you recieved rebate/
    d-back reach chaps my matches be drawn out decks like Yu-Gi-OH the card game
    you ain't placing my name in losers unless you cheating thinking you beating me isn't an inkling you drinking/

  14. #3524

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    don't even stutter flutter through all the clutter with a box-cutter
    leave em jammed like traffic then ox smothered
    no company or entourage can barrage the brother
    my scars uncovered like plots the pilots prominent drops
    over the bay wanders the water-proof Juggernaut
    jokers trying to juggle shots feel the kilo-watts
    unconcerned with mercy given hot shots abandoned spots
    emcee's are fed dog-food in coffee mugs in front of cops
    call toll-free for your flow fee charged to your visa
    the greatest speaker slash undertaker in Vans sneakers
    hands wed to the pump tongue slashes the speakers
    they blow to bits skits of most rappers are shitty and weaker
    falcon attack dive on your pack rap with a fever
    snack on a diva while a chicken- head takes my suit to the cleaners



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

  15. #3525

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    wide with the stride my verbals terminate your tribe
    Quest is on you feeble weasels uncuff my mic
    No beat accapella knive release the wind from your pipe
    too deep to dive set tripping with a sword to get right
    i'm like noone breathing or deceased you sheeps are shiest
    orders i never follow the shallow heads hit with hollows
    minds one dimensional lose out on the lotto
    scratching tickets while wino's beg for a dollar for a bottle
    kill you with the drill i used to kill your seargeant
    start the invasion invading homes search without a warrant



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

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