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  1. #3721

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    Windmill man a bomber when it blows all you see is flesh, and bloody armor
    remains remained in the sea after their thrown there goes your honor
    your a goner fertilizer for the farmer ritual was learned from Rwanda
    keep his bones neatly buried in a hole covered by hedges, and stones
    the bone-collectors back with a bag over his back pocket full of artifacts known
    my infa-red beam shines on devil's domes see me in the cell with a phone
    soon as i hit home run for days dimes hit me drawers down head blown
    duck these lead poems stacks in basements plus oils for my love jones
    he stayed down til' he was elevated above nuetral grounds
    a spirit of enlightment garnished his head with a golden ruby filled crown
    then he relaxed with knocked-knee latina mami's rubbing his back
    writing hand protected by 20 guardsmen that have a fetish to clap



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

  2. #3722

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    ayo, flow tight like a finger trap
    smoke with flames so I can stop
    and drop this weak fuck with ease
    roll him up and get kicked like weeds
    see now I'm king of the throne
    Manny Pacquiao style to the dome
    get owned by this beast who zoned
    into another state like you got Al Caponed
    The, U. NY Knicks. NY Jets. NY Mets. > Ur teams = The Truth

  3. #3723

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    ayo I'm gettin high all day like a helicopter
    killing you with the lead like a chopper
    in a battle I go for your heart
    fatality style as I rip you from the start
    cause I'm spittin high off the dome
    letting yall see what I do when I zone
    The, U. NY Knicks. NY Jets. NY Mets. > Ur teams = The Truth

  4. #3724

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    Basic instinct walk rite to the presinct
    4 5 and nines yelling to the cops Ayo
    The world is mine
    Arnold and stallOne style terminator Rambo
    Spitting hitting ay one gettin a piece of this amo
    No motive relentles hate my adrenaline IPod nano
    Playing wutang after the laughter.
    Gave me five for an ounce now I help the reaper
    Payback is a mother with two kids by her own brother
    These guns spit sick hit slick meet slick Rick
    I remind them were to find me solitary graveyard shift
    5 years in solo I get hi everyday call me Apollo
    WANa do me like they did dirt dog they was wrong
    Robert Downey pull the same stunt a bird sang a song
    While he did community ish is fucked up america America
    Ima kill em all no remorse death is the same course Lapd
    Full of corpse they should call it Mourge PD who run this town
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    bibilical sriptures encrypted with three 6's
    time to call God his number not listed
    don get it twisted i bring forth a critical vision
    to cast fear and yeild man is the devil's mission
    besides the lord i fought to defend the lords FORT..

    ..............Jahny Jigler

  5. #3725

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    confused your technical squardren
    with elusive moves of professional marksmen
    exit wounds that blew ya mentals apart 'n
    showered your fluids over vegetable gardens
    no diplomacy, rogue sargent, covert cobra teams
    known to kill more seeds than hoes with nova rings
    flows i bring's wicked designs of satan's shrine
    alligning space and time thru hightened states of mind
    raiding skies, like biblical plagues of flies
    turn rivers to blood clutchin' staffs of moses
    clap you fucks in the back when the hammer closes
    rap ferocious, two shotties, impacting you like tsunamies
    search n rescue cats dig thru the damages stacking bodies
    like they're bags for blocking, stalking muddy shores
    hid in stocking caps bagging your bloody corpse
    scubbed the stains out the back of my buddy's ford

  6. #3726

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    love to gorge thugs with swords one slice heads are floored
    little kids screaming and hiding beneath a honda accord
    blood flows beneath the doors to sewers mice drinking it
    i'm the chain to the game and every link in it
    haters sowed ignorance know their reeping it
    Never see me bowing to no man my hands crossed the lord
    darkness assured another blood-bath path report
    men beaten to smores come claim the reward
    hardcore when we war it's a general source
    to enforce this fatal flying force
    wig split soul from body divorce i carry the torch
    pass it on my death-bed dressed red
    A life full of drama and honor never had a heavy head
    Humble to the last breath my seeds inherited mad bread
    telling women i'm the doctor and my cock is their meds
    she snake swallowed my head call her Ms. Python give her hoe respect
    i'm back like the slap of my back-hand album covers the promotional van
    never let the cheese distract i move intact get knocked for the knack
    strapped with my pack head covered with wraps yellow, and black



    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 KingShyt View Post
    confused your technical squardren
    with elusive moves of professional marksmen
    exit wounds that blew ya mentals apart 'n
    showered your fluids over vegetable gardens
    no diplomacy, rogue sargent, covert cobra teams
    known to kill more seeds than hoes with nova rings
    flows i bring's wicked designs of satan's shrine
    alligning space and time thru hightened states of mind
    raiding skies, like biblical plagues of flies
    turn rivers to blood clutchin' staffs of moses
    clap you fucks in the back when the hammer closes
    rap ferocious, two shotties, impacting you like tsunamies
    search n rescue cats dig thru the damages stacking bodies
    like they're bags for blocking, stalking muddy shores
    hid in stocking caps bagging your bloody corpse
    scubbed the stains out the back of my buddy's ford







    ...Struck a cord with a legion of demon,, for bustin up Satan's whore,
    Netherrealm Nightwolf, soul slashin ure essence then spit it out of my jaw,
    my goonz bark at the moon,platoon style rushes of zombies embalmed,
    to feast on fresh flesh an tear the titz off ya momz,charm the baddest bitch
    with adjectives,tongue lashes of savages,brutal destination no invitation too massicast,this blood lust in exchange for abyss is simplistically ravenous,
    the tragedy of becoming unholy passively grasping up,the dark father of a home u knew inside an alcoholics cup,chronic blush,swallowed,crushed,follow lies toggled,......uve had enough,


    "We discourteous creatures, features of repetitive
    feaster's,that pray on the opposite optical of logical people"
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  8. #3728

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    yall know me as archer, on point like im tony parker
    dribble rocks past you pookie ass cats roaming carters
    dont throw with me partner, spit in faces of all authority
    torturing with torches heat disfigured so horribly
    leatherface'll be lookin like a six figure porn queen
    blazed your physical form, left ya whole inner core steamed
    down to poor resolution, nearly translusent
    seen reflecting moon lumens off a sea of pollutants
    measly humans, they're just seen as a nussiance
    to eversick n priest's legion of mutants, the demon race
    we keep in secret seclusion, breeding hate
    lace our boots up 'n stomp a policeman's face
    cuz the mufucka filed our grievance late
    put this eagle to domes like it's vick's helmet
    quick for slappin sum dick to ya bitch pelvis
    'for i dip quick splittin like shellfish

  9. #3729

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    we're twisted as truck ignitions
    double fistin these mugs ina drunken sickness
    lost the keys, they musta jumped out my britches
    maybe locked in the trunk with the bludgeoned witness?
    man, wut is this? we're fucked, damn homie, we slippin up
    make sum mufuckin moves 'for we're sittin in prison cuffed
    fuck that kid in the trunk, start runnin, our times expired
    hope you got sum fluid left in that lighter
    torch the fuckin evidence in the fire
    shits so hot it melted tread on the tires
    so only sediment wuz left for entire
    police forces, who radioed rienforcments
    there's sum burnt up keys where the corpse is
    bag em up, we gon need 'em when court hits
    grab the sergant's fingerprint report kit
    forensic cats'll find out who the source is

  10. #3730

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    pictures of the roasted posted while bottles are opened glasses are toasted
    Stepped on your loafers i apologize i was probably loaded
    the i-pad sold it hand me the dollars you folded
    rats told it how i crushed it and rolled it
    smoked it your girl throat soaked it
    walls broken pop goes the trojan the panic after explosion
    you cannot exploit who i'm controlling
    keep trolling and loathing how i'm reloading
    then loading the live you food for the hive
    you can't see but can feel the mark on your mind
    cold and kind kinetic hands on the nine
    your obligated to grind but not on my time
    cannot time what i release another infection from the yeast
    slaughtering sheep by the shrine the bloody teach
    need no help for the feast two fingers poppin' the piece
    no blood were starving the leech burner in reach
    make this a quotable sheet i climax the freaks
    vocals fertilize beats heads get drum beat with dumb heat
    you might see the iron but not the sheek
    smarter than ya average geek i specialize in speech
    to each and every pack i pumped in the streets during ghetto retreats
    after i kill a cipher to the rest for a wisdom make-out discreet
    how you want it? knowledge, rhymes, or dimes they can't compete
    after i bust the heat lay the pillows so he can sleep



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

  11. #3731

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    days of old slaves of gold trapped in a cage that's cold for forsaking their souls
    traitor traits in the blood of seeds so success is put on hold
    i stood on roads flooded with flows true nature never told
    cash n' guns never showed ill sicker than the common cold
    take em so high the heights reached are unknown
    some low n' some blown..cats scared to die alone
    like my boy Noah who jumped off a cliff n' landed on rocks and stones
    he was drunk n' stoned couldn't handle life so he took his own
    my rugged look makes the crackers think I'm carrying chrome
    hand me the shovel nigga i'm burying bones
    of foes who phoned authorities to shook to spar with me
    ain't nothing minor about the majority who sparred with me



    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 at the epitomy and passed you clones a month ago
    everything digital y yall stuck like analog
    your 16s is old i spit 15 and like a quincera ITS A BIG BANG
    i gotta tell the barber drop the clippers u cant fade me
    niggas wanna bet but kid your chick just paid me
    so what we gone bet 4, u feeln the rap like u wrote THR LYRICS 4 em
    house hold name, justice i know what im doin
    niggas was awoke now they droolin they knew when im on
    and when im THEY snoozin
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    Right outside.

  13. #3733

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    He's the reactor the one to raise the bar level factor
    Far smash the body opened then ran over with a tractor
    who's the trailer? you don't want to cross the nailer
    razors to the throats of the majors slash n' slay ya
    got a lot of debts owed and small favors
    unpredictable pricks slip from speed knots
    One deadly sting the bee's got flee or be shot
    small hole wigs rocked what he's holding goes pop
    were parking to hold lots the enemy cops
    express mail send em the shots reality knocks



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

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    Triple shot glocks im like blood- naw-ski
    n the green hornet in my mask wavin the tooly
    like you tyrna b the 1st body on it
    its duck season so they blastn u cant freeze
    the sun dont chill allah
    pierre juet kush rolled n chocolate sundae
    in a porche truck bumpn agallah like cream risin to the top
    keep it movin watchn ery thing that stops
    drop and fire shots with better aimin then your local city cops
    foxs, nbc, abc im on all 3 this what got the block hot
    calm down fall back b4 you get you head slash
    arm broke skull cracked knee capped and rib smashed
    break em down like a methaphor
    you thought not when i said war so im asay again
    after the bugle im ready for it boy
    Right outside.

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    Game gear game solid try actual factually telling me it isn't polished
    interpenetrating “Rip N Raw” as another way to spit this/
    wicked weapon check settling mind melding
    what cha be meddling leaving those leveling/
    introspective check your station frequency
    entity enemy deadly when I emceeing it/
    dusted blown busted mechanical crafts be baths bathed in floods
    ways you wouldn't even imagine when we tangle in dog fights/
    wired nights be curb stomps time thumps be bumps taken
    awaken sinking into pages wages be garments we holding torches/

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