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  1. #3571
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    Before i was birthed here on this earth nation
    A creative spark was sent to James Cameron as inspiration
    This brought on the Terminator, a classic tale
    which were the ingredients i'd unveil
    My mission perameters were sent back through time
    Through funny words, thoughts, media like signs
    I knew all along, i was unmatched in rank
    in 2001 i made Frank the Lyrical Tank
    Exclaiming CALL ME FRANK like rahzel
    My robot voice would break through hell
    Years passed, maybe 4 or 5
    Holocaust's Robot Tank was now alive
    Now i aint a hater but this man is biting
    Let me explain how i'd beat him with violence
    You are plain and stout, your feeble mind cannot mimmic me
    Dimensions of Mentally Physically Spiritually Lyrically
    When god said Let there Be Light, that was sound energy
    That formed the universe scientists perceive as eternity
    Lyrical Tank is Lyrical because he's Sinary not Binary
    That means his code is what's really defining me
    RA exists in density number 6
    I took salvia and went over 5 octaves with a twist
    When i came back down i became possessed
    By a musical keyboard coming out my back and stressed
    It dragged me up and down the stairs, hanging on to the banister
    When i ran around a corner, the keys pressed and sounded so sinister
    After 10 minutes i went to bed and rested
    My experience gave me powers leaving higher beings defenseless
    I know you rap because you are a god
    but through evolution i reveal that you are not
    When i link events its the future i recite
    I chose to grow weed to learn about life
    I'm sorry to reign down on paradise's parade
    But "The King isn't Born... he is MADE."
    Last edited by billyanalogue; 11-24-2010 at 05:33 AM. Reason: You can plot or connive if you want to see me free fall, you'll never reach the top like a fat kid on a see-saw

  2. #3572

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    From Washington to Bridgeport we rip rugged gunning the rhyme force
    Put your quarters in my designed slots so u can play the blood sports
    Thoughts in my brain warped pain brought makes your flames forced
    so many lames lost the inspiration too many imitators imitating
    Sounding way off the beat-breaks so it isn't fascinating
    with many queens i'm mating after shows theyr'e patiently waiting
    To get broke off so many folks floss locked trying to get coke off
    these rappers claim to be thugs but kiss the ass of the boss
    No hits your auctioned then sold off word to Officer Ross
    bitches want the money and exposure so their swallowing stars
    So they can wear Prada, gucci, and drive the fast cars
    paper stacking like Tracy Chapman track you in action
    I'm in digital digitally blasting with a deadly passion
    fashion kept simple when i'm axing, maxing, or smashing
    return of the jedi with the red eye the spaced out captain
    No slacking in my slacks deport ya style like kat stacks
    whoever doesn't think is impulsive so think black
    Got some Brandy in a glass you want to drink that?
    spit facts until the skin on my lips crack
    another day another get-back and hood traps
    cats with gats gunning police because they refuse to go back
    fiends mixing blunts with dust and crack
    thieves in packs that'll steal your momma's purse and give her a slap
    I'm the illest quarterback none of you players could get me sacked
    Only the strong survive so we learned how to adapt
    and get money the legal way without the dope or cooked crack
    here's a toast to that my team dangerous like territorial bobcats
    no way i'm getting pimped by signing a record contract
    thoughts so deep when i write aliens i contact
    telling this kid on the block to watch his boys action he better calm that
    burn one for all my soulja's that got fatally hit in combat
    like the gravediggaz they never gonna come back
    Last edited by Mantra; 11-24-2010 at 12:45 PM.



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

  3. #3573
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    im back on top form, but still 2 demons harrass me
    this shit is wack even the cia mind control embarrass me
    yo Bush, your dicks a shrimp with rabies
    your an ugly motherfucker, how you gonna get ladies?
    You that retard Hawking and Obama
    World Domination? No damn never
    I am the apocolypse, believe the rhymes
    you use the masses but they can't see the signs
    Hip-Hop has a new element, Terrorism
    I will defeat you in battle with my lyrical visions

    9/22 will be like Run-DMC and Aerosmith - Walk this Way.. a hot ass REMIX

  4. #3574
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    no joke son, i'm better than the last one
    i stop the planes engines in mid air and drop some
    we dont crash we free fall through the fucking windows
    this is hiphop nigga we do battles
    you think you can fucking beat me talking shit behind your screens
    nigga im mean, im real, you feel im the real deal
    i'm the absolute true most power that will ever be
    i'm not an MC, an MC is a homosapien trying to be me

    PS. COME ON THEN
    Last edited by billyanalogue; 11-24-2010 at 05:02 PM.

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    Cross face chicken wing emcees
    gutter bucket suckers thinking they can speak off collar
    and not holla at the SHEEP/
    never a dog, never a cat, never that,
    never what cha thought I wuz
    I'm cold as ice, dead at nights you write
    nice when I punt cha in the dome piece/
    you can't tackle the spit you speckle round like paint
    thinking cuz you look at crackle thinking you can rattle
    snakes in the grass always strike when you least expecting it/
    deepen threads threats are a mine field of metaphors
    tripping rippers with flows shutting them up like zippers/
    body bagging lines you minds on the nose candy rain
    taken down dames in prepared reigns like dames you game/
    this is just a TASTE OF THE SHEEP deep as the red sea
    now you bleeding never feeding off my shield you ain't piercing/

  6. #3576
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    Default Cleaver your receiver

    I sense a power struggle by the few you hold dear
    I sip a few brews as the smog comes near
    My steez will be duplicated by a false one
    He will appear miraculous and be called Son
    He will seem pretty, a voice angelic and empathetic
    But behind his glimmer, his lyrics are pathetic
    I have already won, take heed to my word
    it's not even 2012.. so why now? isn't that absurd
    basically i outgrew feeling like a patient feeling so impatient
    with the ways of mankind... end my statement...
    Last edited by billyanalogue; 11-25-2010 at 03:24 PM.

  7. #3577
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    Default Sick Sick Sick Mark of da ALTAR'd Beast

    My FBI photo would be exceedingly weird
    When the clouds move, another satellite appears
    I wave to the sky and do a naked strut
    I dodge the traps and leave enemies in a rut
    I think the future will be flipping hilarious mate
    You will forever feel guilt that never arrives late
    Like a KICK ME stuck upon your forehead
    Hell is on earth, you can never feel more dead
    I feel unenergetic, i have to wait till tomorrow
    (FOR WHAT!?) to charge up my third eye like Lion-O
    I know the Cheshire Cat from alice in wonderland is real
    I smoke weed from bagpipes to keep it real
    You know the score, its an own goal
    By your silly keeper, a nutmeg which crush your teams soul
    I'll drop your jaw like King Tuts when he was in the Great Pyramid proper
    smokin' Skunk and had a vision of a helicoptor

    Here comes the PlaaaAne!
    Last edited by billyanalogue; 11-25-2010 at 05:44 PM.

  8. #3578
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    Thumbs down Escape the sunnyside

    Eyes in the sky, transmitter on the ground
    My Minds Firewall is less than down
    Alpha, Beta, Delta, Theta
    Brainwaves altered, payback later
    My lower chestmuscles, left-side tight
    THey want me to act up to lose my rights
    All these attacks happen because i enjoy it
    imagine learning from machines to help destroy it
    I go outside for a smoke, but no clouds soar
    A diamond in the sky, the big one flickers more
    The intense feeling grows, overcome and dizzy
    I love my life, now it's time to get busy
    Snakes of government energy on the transmission
    [ROGER], over here i went to sleep but still they keep dissing
    I preserve a flow cus my style is the salt, Your the Snail
    Ya bitch went to jail then half the Jail went in ya girl

    Again it increases, but still they get no satisfaction
    Try Neuro-Programmer 3 cus its good for relaxing
    Last edited by billyanalogue; 11-25-2010 at 07:15 PM. Reason: just had a smoke and had to add more

  9. #3579
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    Question There's like more eyes

    I had a dream of the future where i could not lose
    They want me psychotic, dazed and confused
    What if they scripted funny events to gather evidence
    The Agents are pawns of the Devils placements
    I am King DEV, creator of Nuclear Fire 1.0
    an AOL Proggie that was itself alive and SCHIZO
    WINSOCK Network'd PunterS TOS'ers
    UK Government; bunch of tossers


    (PS. Anarchist Cookbook was dope)
    Last edited by billyanalogue; 11-25-2010 at 08:44 PM.

  10. #3580

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    ain't gonna apologize my efforts are limitless
    no man no boy just women can touch this
    show up not givin a fuck you think it's hysterical
    skills cover it up like a miracle it's pronounced lyrical
    words are cheap it matters if ya mind is more deep
    the experience show you that my words walk and keep
    in reality there is deformity with pronounciation
    there's backspace but listen go, talk again elimination
    you're nervous system just a bunch of pessimistic ideas, stuck in a prism
    a janitor cleaning up feces, tellin ya POLISH is the dominant species
    I come off with effort-less easy steezy style
    give me 2 seconds for you it will be a while,
    dont matter names william sam kyle
    killa so many times bodies should be in piles
    my collaboration is a collection of devastation
    the offensive technique is unique stop your style of evasion
    now i'm done, your actually my biological son
    fucked ya momma regret not using a condom

  11. #3581
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    The only option left for GOD is whats harming these cats
    God your human race is dying out fast
    I made you make me man
    I told you to make me so you could hate me
    In your ear, I was a whisper in the wind delivering your shivering
    and quivering in your home-made universe that you living in
    Replicating cells in the biological fraud
    Life is a shattered piece of the hologram of god
    Try to battle me, i rip up reality
    ya counterfeit, like your fake ass anatomy
    I feel dope now i roll a fat blunt
    Toastman is in the sky with the style that you want
    Make you question whatever you've come for
    Imma make you discover discomfort
    Imma make you walk your own plank on the ship thats sinking
    I kill a man with my mind and call it Good Thinking

  12. #3582
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    Default made these earlier this year

    Toastmans in the sky, flying up so high
    And I kill a bird, nah im tellin a lie
    Spit facts, on-track, and let the beat boom
    And Play it up loud, make noise in the room
    I came here unmasked blew you back with the blast
    come back on track, out the door with the cash
    The style i chose, seperation of foes
    Flowing out syllables, a style that grows
    Style to get wild, and my beats will get sweeter
    Im everflowing so, the pro'll kill a cheater
    Spittin out rhyming with timing to bring the terror
    I rip ya front teeth out raw cus your an error
    I disect ya flows cus its part of the plan
    theres a hole in ya chest, the heart of a man
    Now my rhyme attack the track got you all back to back
    check the track, infact ya wack
    Altered agents, a mental patient
    I see things in my room come out my statements
    I get funky, I run the show when spittin rhymes
    And, I will leave you all satisfied all the time
    With mad rhythm kickin something funky when im spittin
    takin or given with the way that im livin
    I spit loud and i rock the crowd
    Toastman will save the day and then make you all Proud
    Last edited by billyanalogue; 11-26-2010 at 06:51 PM.

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    when shells drop dreams stop everybody wants the cream and the crop
    to make it on top i infiltrate spots like under-cover cops
    but i'm far from a pig dealing with survival ya dig
    rivals get jigged and terminated walking out the crib
    with no weapons the flow left em vegetable
    stack the money off the books fuck the federals
    so we steam and steam-roll the miserable
    soul departs the physical you weren't born original
    and nearly every spit is spiritual
    your tempted to press the issue i must diss you
    for a reason only we know oh he's not official
    over and done i evaded all the guns in your slums
    they heard the beat drop and ducked thinking it was a blast from a gun
    so many women blowing me son i made them fast from their tongue
    slap a bum for trying to pass me the rum
    pump a cunt then leave the cash when i'm done
    grass in my palms get stung by the one
    brown hornet with protectors protecting the nest
    Niggas hearts pump kool-aid see the sugar leaking from they chests
    Last edited by Mantra; 11-30-2010 at 11:22 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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    I bomb threads wit explosive grammar mixed wit calm threats/
    y'all slaves' mindframes is concave, but my head's convex/
    I led conquests across continents, check my contents/
    I stormed catholic conferences and conquered they convents/
    then I conjured up the convicted spirit of Eldridge Cleaver/
    a helpless seeker of truth to mute the expelled deceivers/
    when the wicked cardinal beheld his leader he fell in fevers/
    begged for grace, I blew reefa in his face and said 'tell the reaper'/
    ain't no mercy receivers in the last chapter, third testament/
    ain't no fast rapture, we blast the mac at the church tenements/
    the worst pestilence is sentenced to pass at the first bell toll/
    for my mellas behind cell do's I'm sendin em to the worst hellhole....
    Image is everything except the truth.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Prophet Picasso View Post
    I bomb threads wit explosive grammar mixed wit calm threats/
    y'all slaves' mindframes is concave, but my head's convex/
    I led conquests across continents, check my contents/
    I stormed catholic conferences and conquered they convents/
    then I conjured up the convicted spirit of Eldridge Cleaver/
    a helpless seeker of truth to mute the expelled deceivers/
    when the wicked cardinal beheld his leader he fell in fevers/
    begged for grace, I blew reefa in his face and said 'tell the reaper'/
    ain't no mercy receivers in the last chapter, third testament/
    ain't no fast rapture, we blast the mac at the church tenements/
    the worst pestilence is sentenced to pass at the first bell toll/
    for my mellas behind cell do's I'm sendin em to the worst hellhole....

    sickness my dude!



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

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