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  1. #3661

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    nooses neva loosen, ya boots in fluid solution
    conducting electricution for your execution
    flesh is left oozin, drippin 'n ribboned off
    best of booze, tippin, spittin kalashnikovs
    dont piss us off, might hafta split'cha mop
    grab tha bucket, yall aint passin tha subject
    you buncha flunky fuck fags, get nut checked
    you rap for butt sex, aint ask for one check
    silly hillbilly coward, fuck's next?
    my milli speak louder, than funk flex
    ya peeps showered, in one sec

  2. #3662

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    leave you sorely defiled, scorpion style
    gunnin til they come escort me to trial
    corniest child, think its time you chill yo
    'for you get'cha ass stuck up like dildos
    forreal tho, tha boards is hostile
    push a four to ya nozzle, at full throttle
    leave ya frozen as fossils of clothes models
    closed tonsils, to choke ya for flowin aweful
    put a stop to tha shit, like constipation
    catch me poppin a clip, at constellations
    shootin stars, right off hollywood boulevard
    concentration, camp fat as a bowl of lard
    pack em in, like mexicans in tha cutlass
    '82, paint chippin like fuck it

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    squad drops to black water, defective fam slaughtered
    fast talkers, that slept with tha grasshoppers
    in tha field with tha tre, steal to get paid
    take the evidence to seal in your grave
    its evident, you needed steel on tha pave
    forget about it, aint leavin tha crib without it
    ya doubt it youll be surrounded n pounded
    face down in tha crowd it's, so loud n crazy
    accountants that pay me, be countin it daily
    from tha corners to tha mountains of haiti
    ima warn ya how tha housins is shady

  4. #3664

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    your a joke in tha streets, like sedways
    a hopeless dead weight, no bread bank
    'n broken nest egg, behold ya death date
    my foes get flesh ate, like agent gangrene
    tha cops arrest rate, be makin state's cream
    they bathe in raked green, hands in our pockets
    steady stream seen, crackin tha faucet
    baggin tha profits, back at tha office
    spend tha cash on tha slots its, a fool's game
    rules changed, get chained in tha pool, sank
    to tha bottom of gotham's ranks
    fuck a bat man, i rob witta shank
    mask on tha top with, tha glasses on optics
    eject tha cock pit, dash wit'da hostage
    yall get fucked in tha can, like cops kids

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    real nice shit ya'll. good to see this thread still active az ever..gotta keep sharpening those writing swords

  6. #3666

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    peace dirty

    aint changed, but tha game do, i always remained true
    ive preyed.. to save loot, 'n slaved.. for yay too
    still kingshitty came thru, wif major league pay boost
    now im twistin papers, wuteva flavors, i may choose
    listen neighbor, i paid dues, ive supported tha wars
    converted a former morgue to lab recordin tha horror
    major corpses in cooridoors 'n organ hordes on tha floor
    unbelievably morbid gore, bitch clean for me por favor!

  7. #3667

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    Eye’s on the prize.
    I don’t intend to rise and comprise myself as being a device.
    Simply by intensifying the nonfiction to create friction among those in correctional institutions.
    Is my least favorable way to a revolution. Ignite a chemical solution that spreads pollution in your body and robs your soul so now you’re nothing but dull and you looking fucking crazy like those treasure trolls

  8. #3668

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    i got magic gott so much bitches clapping and yelling wat happen
    but i turn around and yell bitches keep packing cuz we cant slow the money from stacking
    attacking niggas and broads grabbed them sawed offs
    cause some grown man shit is about to pop off
    take off in the nismo losing the cops in my town is real simple
    then i got my cock sucked by a cute bitch with dimples

  9. #3669

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    ill get'cha head twisted like rubix cubes
    wit'cha fist clenched,locked up in cubic rooms
    subterrainean jewish tombs, stone shafts
    hiroglyphics 'n old maps, codes cracked
    neva know when ya phones tapped, cold callin
    confusin as fathers day, in old harlem
    im usin your daughters lace 'n gold garland
    settin fires, defacing ya whole apartment
    probly broken more noses than cola gardens
    cuz these posers is softer than bowls'a margarine
    puttin holes in they garments, flows harmin'
    bout to stab thru they domes, wif bones sharpened
    aint no need to expose, tha chrome barkin

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    approved to prove my improvements monumental movements
    you peanuts melted to butter squad bomb on ya students
    teachers sprayed by the pulpit preachers slayed
    a sacrifice like Christ critical crucifixion craze
    building booth's in caves i shoot you shave
    home of the blaze four alarm sound-off as we invade
    you slaves picking we hitting like great britians
    your dreams never came to light like biggie's commision
    tree's sharpen the vision here comes visual incisions
    chill on the maps me and my compass cats
    illegally strapped laying gully traps
    low fade covered by the wooly wu skully hat
    black n' yellow crack em mellow
    fish-net emcee's torn like old stocking caps



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

  11. #3671

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    he hidin in wool skullys, tha pistol is pulled fully
    schoolhouse, we knockin fools out, n pissin on bullys
    da shit is gully, more like putrid n vial, do it wif style
    u aint agree wif me, then mufucka, you's in denial
    i move tha dial, counter clockwise, they found ya hogtied
    shot in fog lights, possibe mob ties, look into God's eyes
    as your thoughts die, n your fading off in tha distance
    on tha blocks, where them buscuits, be poppin like fish sticks
    forget it homie, dip shits, cant floss in this district
    these mufuckaz tryna drop, get caught witta fist quick
    bossin business, fresh deals, run up on you like treadmills
    let tha lead peel, head's still, burried in dead fields
    u aint no cowboy, forreal, jus a lame in a leather vest
    bout to get'cha ass rolled like ya name wuz proffessor x

  12. #3672

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    what we need is, strategic, means to sieze chips
    bout to swim across tha border, we seein them beans dip
    illegally crossin over, n sneakin in weed bricks
    i could give a fuck really, aint chiefin that cheap shit
    no need for a weak spliff, aint pickin no seeds out
    we fixin to twist chronic 'n kick in tha beach house
    while mixin a gin tonic, wif dick in a freak's mouth
    she puttin her lips on it, preparin to feast down
    cuz this is what we bout, crave my next installment
    rhyme toxin, lines droppin, with tha freshest solovents
    niggas went to drink it, then they slept with dolphins
    there aint a way to reach this, no texts or calls in
    meth involvments, they solvin mad stacks of cases
    now they got my balls walled in, like batting cages
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    battle victor mark em like punctuation in the trunk the pump is waiting
    jump occassion pirate off the battle-ship crafting historical creations
    total devestation at the nearest gas station fumes fumigating
    let's bloom this trait then justify my plurals playin'
    stripes on the shirt strike the uncut verse
    you wither worse than dried up flowers
    Sunny sun-power the youngin' in the tower
    via satellite acid verbals raining on them cowards
    revenge is mine sayeth the god lethal with rods
    twist the kush then i'm heaven high giving black-eye's to slobs



    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
    battle victor mark em like punctuation in the trunk the pump is waiting
    jump occassion pirate off the battle-ship crafting historical creations
    total devestation at the nearest gas station fumes fumigating
    let's bloom this trait then justify my plurals playin'
    stripes on the shirt strike the uncut verse
    you wither worse than dried up flowers
    Sunny sun-power the youngin' in the tower
    via satellite acid verbals raining on them cowards
    revenge is mine sayeth the god lethal with rods
    twist the kush then i'm heaven high giving black-eye's to slobs
    baptized by gods in rising ponds, our minds are bombs
    we are fires caused by crossed wires rapping iron palms
    hidden liners drafting applause,
    tire tracks are tapped for calls while I am wrapped in gauze
    beamed through cracked walls, my technique strangles thoughts
    dangling above a ravine's drops I am a priest over diseased crops,
    ceremonies over a deceived flock,
    I am the author of these ungodly mockeries
    as I preach the merits of thievery, my words fall on empty rocks and freeze....
    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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    Quote Originally Posted by .5KutSkeleton View Post
    baptized by gods in rising ponds, our minds are bombs
    we are fires caused by crossed wires rapping iron palms
    hidden liners drafting applause,
    tire tracks are tapped for calls while I am wrapped in gauze
    beamed through cracked walls, my technique strangles thoughts
    dangling above a ravine's drops I am a priest over diseased crops,
    ceremonies over a deceived flock,
    I am the author of these ungodly mockeries
    as I preach the merits of thievery, my words fall on empty rocks and freeze....
    City under siege by savages and their savagery
    i'm at my post giving orders to lower ranking soulja's carefully
    if there's casulties so let it be it's merits over mockery
    I stay secluded in the bomb shelter don't need camera's watching me
    or the pigs stopping me trying to come with bogus charges
    no new recruits we don't need out-siders in the squadron
    we got a gym to lift in the forest i make the squad run
    crazy drills to increase physical skill tactics to snatch guns
    bullet-proof vests for everyone unless it's a head-shot son
    were not trying to be out- gunned or out-done
    we got troops so quick with the hands they could rock young tyson
    in the first round dispersed rounds of barrels smoke em
    And if i'm fatally hit give my ahes to wifey, and kids
    And all the money iv'e acquired written in a will is evenly split
    to fam members only jakes gt me on the run like jada and pretty toney
    i got caught hit with multiple terrorist charges know life is dark and lonely



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

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