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    get your daily dosage i never pay the postage
    delivery from Canadian marijuana orchard,
    twisted visions of torture, did I forge it,
    naw bitch im the sorcerer rap extortioner
    need to get me a bigger portion bruh
    thats why ill slice you for yours and bust,
    crunk like I was snortin dust uncover cover ups
    then cover these whores and sluts in white sheets, slice beats katana sword and pump

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    All you swaggots do is gossip files like those samples
    You dry snitching on, spit cha mind and amplify/
    Get out cha spine, and go back to being bark on a tree
    Fuck a freezer; Iím colder than the artic
    I am artist, how you ainít gonna spark this/
    I spark this like ya girlís pussy gets off in the PM and AM
    When the Sun Rises, I bring the damages to ya like Jeru/
    Run through them conferenceís, call me Oliver North
    Whereís ya baby, nah you didnít just name it north west/
    What the fuck is this some directional, GPS crap
    Grip a stage Iíll tear you a new page/
    Grace no clones, trace no bones
    get rocked in ya own dome like The Vikings do/
    Get bluffed thinking you about stuff
    When you canít win in December like Tony Romo/

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    [QUOTE=SHRAP;2420349]get your daily dosage i never pay the postage
    delivery from Canadian marijuana orchard,

    Crazy way to start a verse.



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

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    Quote Originally Posted by SHRAP View Post
    get your daily dosage i never pay the postage
    delivery from Canadian marijuana orchard,
    twisted visions of torture, did I forge it,
    naw bitch im the sorcerer rap extortioner
    need to get me a bigger portion bruh
    thats why ill slice you for yours and bust,
    crunk like I was snortin dust uncover cover ups
    then cover these whores and sluts in white sheets, slice beats katana sword and pump
    nasty verse sharp

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    nasty verse imagery contenders be deep under the blue sea for even thinking of trying to diminish me
    I s he nice?? Can Ray Allen shoot a 3
    with three seconds on the clock and win one for the Miami Heat?
    Light up streets like Pistol Pete and ol' Simmity
    still this isn't a cartoon got the people going crazy as if there was a full-moon
    throw your goons in the lagoon I bring fear
    like a person afraid of heights riding a hot-air-balloon
    temperment of a baboon when I see you at the shore you dive under
    water like a loon
    With the sun, moon, and stars I stay in tune 6 minutes before I microwave your platoon
    Fuck your pity party the kid's a cella dweller like Party Arty(r.i.p.)
    drama fanatic add another number to the homicide census when I drop-a-body
    Come in peace but when pushed push a blade through flesh or bust-the shottie
    the last fire-proof hell eliminator flashy dressor like the dead grease-ball Gotti
    bad reputation records made during recreation fuck the snobby
    snobs security couldn't secure you frauds from me backed by the anger of God
    I hit your hoe hard pulled her easy she told me you eat the pussy like devil dogs
    On who your rolling? say my name lame and prepare for the closing you know who's the chosen
    o-n-e old school like micro machines you copped those gold fronts to cover those cavities
    your bitch Ann on the rag looking all raggedy
    Last edited by Mantra; 12-19-2013 at 09:51 AM.



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    Hell razah

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    Quote Originally Posted by J.T.S. View Post
    nasty verse imagery contenders be deep under the blue sea for even thinking of trying to diminish me
    I s he nice?? Can Ray Allen shoot a 3
    with three seconds on the clock and win one for the Miami Heat?
    Light up streets like Pistol Pete and ol' Simmity
    still this isn't a cartoon got the people going crazy as if there was a full-moon
    throw your goons in the lagoon I bring fear
    like a person afraid of heights riding a hot-air-balloon
    temperment of a baboon when I see you at the shore you dive under
    water like a loon
    With the sun, moon, and stars I stay in tune 6 minutes before I microwave your platoon
    Fuck your pity party the kid's a cella dweller like Party Arty(r.i.p.)
    drama fanatic add another number to the homicide census when I drop-a-body
    Come in peace but when pushed push a blade through flesh or bust-the shottie
    the last fire-proof hell eliminator flashy dressor like the dead grease-ball Gotti
    bad reputation records made during recreation fuck the snobby
    snobs security couldn't secure you frauds from me backed by the anger of God
    I hit your hoe hard pulled her easy she told me you eat the pussy like devil dogs
    On who your rolling? say my name lame and prepare for the closing you know who's the chosen
    o-n-e old school like micro machines you copped those gold fronts to cover those cavities
    your bitch Ann on the rag looking all raggedy
    Target cha weak verbalization, administrating ainít castrating
    Your short a few vowels like bitch just before menstruation
    You ainít the Miami heat, you ainít melting labels/
    Your brain cells couldnít even do long division
    While participating in drug trials for AIDS/
    Get in my ways, I leave you John Blazed
    Like ya soul was on fire in the ether/
    With no breather, I seize ya property and verses
    With eminent domain, you ainít got no
    Manifest destiny just horse and carriageís/
    Deal barrages all mirages discharges
    Cape Canaveral, Iím rocket launching/
    Punch thru a beat, leave ya treble debased
    Punch through the heat, leave ya in defeat
    Punch through the stratosphere
    While I clear up the atmosphere/
    Take them cloudy days with no sun near
    Sit by the pool side, thinking itís sunny outside
    You dumb miscreant itís snowing outside
    Drop a gem on eím watch me rain on them/
    Blaze down flames on them, you goblins
    You fanatical abstraction contrasting fast feasting
    Necromancy dance on beach, leave you eliminated
    Disseminated whatís your populous, I am optimist/
    Rocking sock those flop mode cunt code
    I punch out emcees like games on a parry
    Why donít cha try parrying, get daring/

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    A warrant to head topple any in the main event to the dumpster the brain is sent
    for even thinking to resent my monstrous monument
    Live here guaranteed rent or with the sledge hammer i'll represent
    present the strike woman beaters like Ike are dumped on the sides of turn-pikes
    you shine I burn like machine-gun chambers talking all that blahzay-blahzay
    Know your whole crews in danger make em all drop
    run ya goods like crooked cops one shot multiple hearts stopped
    beating newbies on back-streets all those retreat
    or get the pressure point treat ya hands could never out-do my feet
    make racists weep holding swastika's I'm type sicker
    vest cover chest of the champion spitter
    I might quit acquitted life lived explicit
    bust off biscuits in any district up close the sound distant



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

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    Slang doctrine, aim through the dart optimal opus
    Come into the game much more focused than material laid before/
    Get it raw, cut through the red tape, debacle and debate
    Rate cha case maced outta faces what a summon breaker/
    Leave you with more legality and heart palpitations
    Than those lawyers like Johnny Coctrine/
    What’s popping, what cha propagating
    Emancipating I’m inoculating everybody
    Drop heat on ya than freeze dry venom/
    Leave ya stocked on shelves like bad looking denim
    What’s your gadgetry imaginary oxygen for your amoxicillin/
    Can you handle a vandal that’s savage?
    catch a scandal too verbal for you to dismantle/
    Get mandible clawed, no oohs and awe’s
    Cut down the trees make ya scheme flee
    With my sword, slice through ya armor like ginsue blade/
    Drink a pint glass of ginseng think ya mind will pull up
    Out the gutter, rhyme through cold vacuum of space
    What a waste, chainsaw to the face, frosty tips
    Catch a grip deal ya mind off the hook/
    Leave ya body hanging like charms mangling
    Angling arrows shots pin point flows I drop/
    Plot on you like an army-ants
    Up ya mind through the grain wit flames/
    Get off your games, you won’t recognize the scent
    Fate has handed you a deck, you either play the game
    And get burnt by the flames of victory yet/

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    frame flame you flounders first round knock-out before the clock end
    merry Christmas bitches wake up to human fingers in their stockings
    along with the coal embarrass rappers like walking into poles
    put the funk in the air like a homeless man's clothes
    operate on the heavy no longer fat like Joe
    I pack light low cigar light foe's on front street
    backslap rappers out of deep sleep retreat chief
    fuck a keef song my sweep's strong
    bring my ounce, and bong and drop bars all night long
    kong type strong niggas died once I lit the bomb



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

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    Dead depths, rage outta pets dreams scheme
    Scammers get wet like diapers I rifle off the Eiffel
    You ain’t tower like the Brooklyn Nets/
    Get swept in the playoffs when you’re just a Kidd
    You ain’t lacing up the boot straps, you just got here/
    Bust off the gear, ancient gearing my golems
    Hold off your Solomon judgment
    I got Grundy upon me ever essence/

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    used to sell astro rocks to fiends to take off like astronauts
    we getting paper like Hasbro when they sold figures of go-bots
    Grimier than blocks in watts where gangs bang by color
    fly by you like the cabs did Danny glover I'm a m.i.l.f. fucker
    why you got a pockets full of rubbers? you ain't getting pussy brother
    let's not mention your sister who claimed she was leas until I made her eagle spread
    while you get beat-up in streets how I beat up the vagina project roof or bed
    view is still optimistic at a young age I opted not to be a statistic
    never raisin soft get your face slashed by a razor boss
    out for your head like the g.d.'s after rick ross
    fuck a triple six I bring death to lords like infamous
    skills infinite others are intimidated because their bars are out-dated
    you never believed in yourself so you'll never make it
    were all government hated like JFK was lyrics spill how his blood did
    they killing babies yelling ain't no love kid! i'll never die for a block
    only my cause me and the gods stay lamping
    these pigs watching are cold-blooded like the ones who killed Fred Hampton



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

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    another day, another dollar, another thing to write,
    another thing in spite in how it does, we rise above
    break down like bird with a broken wing
    speak ya mind, never driven to the edge like this before
    i had to strap it up and pack the nickel, hit her with the dill pickle
    spark through electrons and glow like neon lights on the vegas strip
    speak legit, if you quit your biblically split down the Malcolm in the middle
    you didn't do diddle for me in the middle of little italy, acting like you be littling me
    why don't i widdle you down a stat, give you a vac and ask you pack it up
    and move out quicker than a pilgrim landing on Plymouth rock
    so i end it all on the last day we brawl, we ball, we thrill e'm all
    calico magical acrobatics leave you ecstatic in how it get's glassjawed
    rip it raw from now until the ever essence come to reverence

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    Fashion is never orderly in any ordeal split wigs at will another thrill of a thriller night kill
    Predator night-stalking streets to meet the urge of blood spill
    pill heads strip the seal to pop the product to ride off with slashed wheels
    thugs who stash drugs break a percent off or shit gets real
    then I ill focused with no distractions the chaos gets cracking
    abductions only leads to reductions of your faction
    Allies fax the facts in many crumble once a rumble happens
    over silliness project kids kill over wrapped bricks
    chains snatched quick necks snapped backwards
    the rep attracts tricks ready to fuck for a fix
    but I pass and eat munchies after effects from the grass
    driving while you train bound cats search for your passes
    of course I did the crashes you got murked sitting on your asses



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

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    while they was sittin on they asses i was checkin they stashes
    relievin them bastids of they valuables my passion
    then get back 2 spittin acid melt these fuckas thats plastic
    my shit get drastic, come to our park its Jurassic
    stompin these maggots back to from where they came
    never hear my name, stayin silent, slicin like winds thats violent
    hazel iris eyes bloodshot from a haze of violet
    heard the gunshots then i came brangin the riot
    bitch I got the Force Multiplier time 2 apply it,
    whos mother will b cryin when mother fuckerz dyin,
    the earth breathes a sigh as it opens to let another inside
    when we ride, leave you more wet than a Slip N Slide
    find yo woman then slip inside to wait and hide,
    as the police search for the one that merked him,
    just cuz he tried jerkin off a real 1 thats never soft,
    i disperse em, left with stains red spots from which blood bursted...

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    frantic pain and residue can't flood my levee crew
    mountaintop high my performance peak spit da deadly flu
    fangs on I chew every crew f.b.i. watches every move
    the more they contest we make more murders than brands of Jordan shoes
    you the bait and I'm fishing smooth to feed the impoverished schools
    teaching my philosophy go back in time and sock Socrates
    here's the new novel written logically filled with god degrees
    you charmin emcee's are too soft to squeeze
    without seat-belts they buckle at the knees trees rolled in swisha sweets
    god forgive my greed followers out of breathe trying to keep up with my lead
    finish lines diminish minds at any given time dangerous as a croc
    to see what I'm cooking you have to dial the rock
    touch the pot the dots lit your heads lit on the spot
    derby dirty raps dirtier than projects steps, and dirty cops
    got your head beat with a lock for trying to put me in the head-lock



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

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