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    i got my foot in the door here at the temple of darts
    joinin the ranks of all ya'll emcees explorin the arts
    i got the rhymes and words that leave all ya'll jaws fallin
    and i aint welcome back like katrina in n'awlins
    i'm lyrical wit it, sometimes even satyrical wit it
    a swarm of consonants and vowels attackin when i spit it
    theres just somethin i speak that make ya'll keep comin back
    like heath ledger to them pills tucked deep in his backpack


    just tryin to contribute somethin...all ya'll are holdin it down in here.

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    It’s the cubical monkey drunk junky
    Punch drunk drinking ink pen stinking/
    Now you’re rumbling wit the African jungle gymnast
    And the next generation Gorrilla Grodd in this justice arena/
    My flows are odd and I got six hundred and sixty ways
    Of disabling that pussy demeanor/
    Play phone tag wit the crew in the mirror
    After the thoughts I loot cha corpse/
    I’m the remedy to all my enemies
    It’s necessary to have adversaries/
    In this day and age phase the rays take the case
    Blaze up the place wit a smokers mentality/
    Playing MK when I’m street fighting like RYU & KEN
    There ain’t no end in the way I play wit minds/
    Got the grind scouted heavily doubted
    Rerouting ya routes around the proximity of the perimeter/
    Why should I battle when I rattled that cage?
    When everyone voted the other way with just one sway/
    I can point out cha flaws wit easy odds my shit be carted
    Leave you dusted and locked in like an Atari 800/
    My pole position all requested addition spitting the wisdom
    Wickedly climbing the ladder in the Congo where everyone else goes/
    Flow shrouded my presence residential areas max a million
    Caps are pealing swords are swinging and razors are shaving/
    Weaponry behavior my raps be the poetic savoir
    Major blazers phase caser wit temporal tasters/

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    Quote Originally Posted by J.T.S. View Post
    In God i trust, my reflection in the mirror
    My brains a masterpiece, got enough thesis to pack a theatre
    (liked the unusual rhyming scheme that you project)


    Used to be a problem child, in my pocket i carried a bong
    Carried the arms, and left enemies buried while bombed
    (good syllablism on this here line)
    all in all a good verse as usual bro...

    Heres just a lil verse i was doing last night

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    Obscure Thoughts

    [Verse 1]

    We eliminate the prey when we hunt in packs
    Shape up the frame before we take the snaps
    Line tracks and gum packs, attacks from the japs
    Microphone wraps, bum rushing like line backs
    Misinterpreted facts from inherited rats
    Set apart from the cats who dress up to the max
    Feelin dumb smart when their ego gets taxed
    And about to get smashed when we take em to task
    Undertaking dangerous missions, delegating ferocious villians
    Mass destruction derbyís causing paramount collisions
    Deaf listeners better listen when blind eyes begin to glisten
    No dissin on stage or weíll beat ya'll into submission
    Ya overshot the step, with no remarkable effect
    Although we got a parable track record that most can never break
    Labour, back breaking, undertaking dubious relations
    With irate migrants bombed off their fragile stations


    [Chorus]
    Obscure thoughts connect lined dots between the few
    Points of interest, when we represent Wu
    We view all types of flicks, especially kung fu
    So step back as we continue to search & rescue


    [Verse 2)
    I come in my prime, fine lines come from my grimey mind
    Hailing from my UK shrine, I don a wu logo as a makeshift sign
    Order a devine mind to contemplate your sudden decline
    Poetic electric darts crafted outta psychosomatic vines
    Ever since i was nine i had visions set further in time
    Yousef styles too hard to define as they shoot up yer spine
    Open ended caskets contain the remnants of a master craftsmen
    Underground burial habitual serial baw flasher mashing
    Hemospheres, adhere and branch out like proverbial trees
    Abstractual roots for foots and wooden hands with nail leaves
    Vocalisation to another nation with no relation, with time to waste
    Eventually you will trace this back to the point in relative space,
    All eyes will embrace any card thats dealt, But still I hold the ace
    Gripping tight your emptiness like a rev on the mic, blown up face
    Underlying demonic thoughts disrupt fools on site
    Nothings left except the darkness of the deep night


    [Chorus]
    Obscure thoughts connect lined dots between the few
    Points of interest, when we represent Wu
    We view all types of flicks, especially kung fu
    So step back as we continue to search & rescue

    --------------------------------------------------------------






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    Why not emcee I am from NYC & Upstate ya see
    Just cuz I’m just sitting here typing out written
    Don’t mean you can’t get in a cipher or too/
    While I’m spitting like sunflower seeds ripping flipping flows
    When you can put me on repeat and sit back in ya seat/
    I got those flows like cigar smoke
    Lose one lung ya bound to choke/
    My bars are never bound to break
    I break bars every time you shake/
    Take a break ya rhymes are shedding skin
    Like you’re just another snake/
    I wait for no man to put me on
    I bomb you like trains in the 80’s/
    You better get cha self spayed or neutered
    Cuz my shit is about to become the future/
    Whatever you recite my shit rewrites despite cha highlight
    I rely on flames blazing you weaklings at the gristle/
    Spit it hard, soft and whatever these labels want
    But fuck them and all their limited gimmicks I mimics nobody/
    I grip the mic tighter than any emcee with a white lighter
    Giving you knowledge like George Washington Irving/
    Never am I drunk swerving I’m out maneuvering the competition
    Leaving you sucker emcees stuck and out of pole position/
    I can give you a cut of the lyrics I spit
    But I’ll have to take stock outta records you blaze/
    So don’t dare and test the best even now wit ya lame attempts
    It takes better efforts to spark it so I don’t start it unless
    I got the keys to spark it/





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    I guess i'll show these crabs how to rhyme
    Check this demo its PS 1 Jampack
    I'll take it back to that unmapped time
    Make'in niggas react to my words
    Like a "fiend cat" reacts to a "bird"
    Move crowds like hitler
    Convince a mass anything
    Persuasion like a cobra to the fiddler
    Or the fiddler to cobra, whatever the atmosphere
    Writers don't practice here, i'll rain on'em like
    The flood the carried noah's ark
    With art like S.King,
    Throw Shadows over any spot light
    Get yo matches here
    The dealer of hope is selling me lies
    Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
    This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
    Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
    Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
    For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
    http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61

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    Keep the masses on smashes, the wolverine of rap clashes
    Rope-a-dope style like Cassius, my figure fours the fastest
    Burn a clique like i burn a spliff with inferno spits
    Hardcore rappers turning bitch from the contact hits
    Spray rapid, bust shots moonwalking niggas get clapped backwards
    Slap herbs, snatch furs off the back of birds, splashing
    Turning bodies to ashes in the midst of action
    Use whips for lashing, and kitans for eye gashing
    Bust shots while buses passing, the most thoro thrasher thrashing
    Tommy gun packer, witness assasin, niggas rock flamingo fashions catch bashings
    Running wild tactics trampling herbs ya heard the herd reaction
    Last edited by Mantra; 02-20-2008 at 01:05 PM.



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

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    nice verse JTS

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    From the land of kangaroos, booze and didgeridoos,
    Crews getting loose with a fridgeía cheap brews,
    I arise from thick ruins with the prize like Mick Doohan,
    And storm record companies, disguised as Rick Rubin,
    The skyís a slick blue Ďn a breeze blows from the west,
    I sit watching a wave as a spray flows from its crest,
    Dressed in a vest to protect my neck and chest,
    If I second guess the sun I just might come up second best,

    Wreckiní decks down at Beckís itís the next wave of DJís,
    These days too many shmucks are stuck in an MC phase,
    I felt the flames as I sweltered up in Deltaís heat haze,
    Thinkiní how it might melt the vinyl now when the final beat plays,
    When a three way fued ensued on some he say she say,
    Then fists started flying and applying with no de-lay,
    Bodies moving in slow motion like this was an instant replay,
    Then I was snapped back to reality at last by blasts of sea spray,

    A sheet lays over the body of rap music,
    Not dead, but thin as a toothpick, and too sick,
    To fight the deadly cancer as it rages in his system,
    So he seeks out worthy soldiers and finds labels to enlist Ďem,
    But their assistance is too mild and resistance is futile,
    As the game goes to work and leaves the victims in two piles,
    One for those who flowed with the used and abused styles,
    And one for those who were dozed on despite going through trials-
    And tribulations when no station would embrace them,
    Execs who had chased them took their contracts and erased them,
    Cause they didnít have the patience to stall, or balls to face them,
    So they chose to disgrace themÖ


    THE LORD noel411 HAS A NEW ALBUM OUT!!! Czech it out here...

    http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...80#post2575080

    Suck this drunk alcohol dick.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Bigot Hitman View Post
    I guess i'll show these crabs how to rhyme
    Check this demo its PS 1 Jampack
    I'll take it back to that unmapped time
    Make'in niggas react to my words
    Like a "fiend cat" reacts to a "bird"
    Move crowds like hitler
    Convince a mass anything
    Persuasion like a cobra to the fiddler
    Or the fiddler to cobra, whatever the atmosphere
    Writers don't practice here, i'll rain on'em like
    The flood the carried noah's ark
    With art like S.King,
    Throw Shadows over any spot light
    Get yo matches here
    I just couldnt catch the flow on this joint Bigot..It's nowhere near as good as the stuff you normally spit bro.

    Quote Originally Posted by J.T.S. View Post
    Keep the masses on smashes, the wolverine of rap clashes
    Rope-a-dope style like Cassius, my figure fours the fastest
    Fuckin killer lines here bro..you always bring ill ass imagery.


    Bust shots while buses passing,
    the most thoro thrasher thrashing
    Tommy gun packer, witness assasin,
    niggas rock flamingo fashions catch bashings
    Running wild tactics trampling herbs ya heard the herd reaction
    This reminds me of Busta's vocal style on tracks like "C'mon al' my niggaz"
    Quote Originally Posted by noel411 View Post

    From the land of kangaroos, booze and didgeridoos,

    Crews getting loose with a fridgeía cheap brews,
    I like the country profiling here,lol

    The skyís a slick blue Ďn a breeze blows from the west,
    I sit watching a wave as a spray flows from its crest,
    Same here...good use of words.

    Now on with a lil freestyle -

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    five hitter splitter, never quit, spitting shit
    I deal all the cards and snatch all the chips
    Switchin kits like supes in Ny phones booths
    Causing gusts of wind to blow off yer highest roofs

    I set the example, with no thought or compassion
    Smahin mics of ya dome, then start harrasin
    Ya on the phone so ya act like yer not home
    Kickin in yer door and set about ya with our chrome

    Swords tackle broads, uppercuttin jaws, scrapin boards with claws
    Raisin pyramid blocks with abstract pictures that we draw
    With keyboard mic swipes all night, we grip it tight
    Impervious to any threats that ya might incite

    By a long shot is what you've got, and all ya need
    We plot over bongs fulled to the top, with skunk weed
    Never needin any help, always rhyme with supreme class
    Sendin phonies to saturns belt with a shuttle blast up they ass

    So we wont be seeing 'em for a while
    Some mourn while were crowning a happy head smile
    Violate the mic with a verbal projectile
    Extreme practices permit us to be exiled

    Off the isle we return rejuvinated from the spring
    With tropical telescopic optics exposin hotel killer stings
    We're the all singing and all dancing mic device kings
    A new perception of street life, is what we try to bring

    Through yer speaker sets to tear up ya dark projects
    We bring education without the need for a mock test
    Cos you learn from the lines, specifically tailoured to taste
    We dont waste no time so fuck and make haste


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    Big up Fam, Sheep, and Noel

    Bringing down the house once i cave the roof in
    Watch opponets get booed off stage, for lyric boosting
    Conclusion moving mountains with mad momentum
    Last man stand at attention, fists clenching due to tension
    Punch victims, hump wisdoms, til they withdrawl from spitting
    Splitting heads in front of feds, the loot keeps my babies fed
    My influence spreads deeply, from Beantown to D.C.
    A nigga with an additude, so how can i be eazy??
    Sleezy slum trash bitches couldn't get a treat to tease me
    I'm greasy, for sheezy, the gun cats pack be B.B.'s
    Get money leave me alone(a loan) or get seen street
    Once i release on a thief he's in I.C.U. for relief
    Last edited by Mantra; 02-22-2008 at 12:06 PM.



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    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
    Big up Fam, Sheep, and Noel

    Bringing down the house once i cave the roof in
    Watch opponets get booed off stage, for lyric boosting
    Conclusion moving mountains with mad momentum
    Last man stand at attention, fists clenching due to tension
    Punch victims, hump wisdoms, til they withdrawl from spitting
    Splitting heads in front of feds, the loot keeps my babies fed
    My influence spreads deeply, from Beantown to D.C.
    A nigga with an additude, so how can i be eazy??
    Sleezy slum trash bitches couldn't get a treat to tease me
    I'm greasy, for sheezy, the gun cats pack be B.B.'s
    Get money leave me alone(a loan) or get seen street
    Once i release on a thief he's in I.C.U. for relief
    Itís the masta blasta technocratic
    Masquerading in ya gym locker/
    Flow flicker rip mic hogger
    Throw backs out like NFL Jerseys/
    Emcees donít get worried
    I ainít stealing your honey away/
    Cascade face ya fillet my grime time
    Align mind wit telepathic lines/
    Predicting rhymes is my specialty
    Given the proper weaponry and familiar flows/
    And I can glow in the dark like Iím the Green Lantern
    After facts you do the math when graffiti get graphed/
    Blast off the instructs I deduct ya cost of my funds
    Duck these bars and start climbing up the ladder/
    I pitter patter rhyme n scatter face the fatter
    Batter up Iím next to rep settle ya steps/
    Whether you in cement blocks or mud made homes
    I got clones all over the place like Star Wars do/
    Eyes may shine, devils may grind but death will soon rise
    Heaven never lies fetch the flies, Iím lord of the rhymes/
    Gravitating to the bars I write magnetic intercepting any module
    I come in and never coddle ya lines are weak and somewhat horrible/
    Cannibalize emcees wit empathy
    Weaponry be secondary /
    Wit educated burials deading all these 50 emcees
    Making them forty-nine causalities/
    Embattled wit brail rating my levels wit chi-energy
    Jack Dempsy these suckers wit sole construction/
    Concussion busting mics wit solar strikes
    Flaring up like flames wit more oxygen/
    Consume your vitals wit diseases on beds we peeing on
    Bleed cha intestines out so I can rhyme about the danger/
    You fade where the beat and the vocal meet
    Only producers like Primo and Madlib/
    Can give me the extra umph to pump it up like Arnold
    Iím cold as a savage mastering ultra kinetic packages/
    Blasting multiple rhythmatic syllables giving you contusions
    When Iím bruising the English language so donít drive while using/
    So when I decide to rip you can call me another ripper ripping
    And flipping multitudes of vocab thatíll take a stab at any man
    Wit a microphone in there hand trying to be the next Stan to get canned/

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    when i grab the mic, i open ears like gauges
    elevatin your minds with rhymes and metaphors in small stages
    that scrubby white boy representin the jersey slums
    everybody got they piece of the pie, i'm rummagin for the crumbs
    but i'm ready for whateva man wheneva the time comes
    i'm just tryin to get heard and elevate my funds
    so i recite these street scriputres while the beat still drums
    a puppet on the string of the weed that made me dumb
    my words are droppin like bombs, explode then mushroom
    and leave the whole scene bloody like v tech classrooms
    I aint never leavin the game, man i love this art
    how the hell am i gonna stop? i aint dick cheneys heart
    myspace.com/mykeytoxin

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    Hey Fam,heres a short freestyle to Mef's Uh-Huh Remix Intrumental that i just posted in my notebook...

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    yeah, yo...

    I mock all combatants at notorious armageddon events
    Trailing mellifluous grape lines that stew up and ferment
    Inventing new vocal shapes for you to try to relate
    To what i gotta spray, I switch poles like i'm running a relay

    Crack ya dome wit the chrome batton, watch me strike ya ass home
    Microphone rapping tome as i roam, holding my head as my own
    Wu-Tang have shown me the unknown, spirits wrapped up in balms
    Glowing in sight, testing oppresive ingenious neutralistic bombs
    In futuristic qualms, we fight with the might of mecha ants enlarged
    As I bombard, I leave ya scarred cos my rhymes are fully supercharged
    Don't disregard my devine service or i'll catch ya mind off guard
    And watch you repel cos your force is neg-a-tively charged

    My main aim is to maintain my delicate state of my brain
    Cos my thoughts travel faster than a japanese bullet train
    Searchin terrain where i obtain the rights to conquor domains
    I discover new campaigns that phonies cant seem to contain
    Overshadow'in and blood damagin, breaking fools, then unraveling
    Spools with tools, I break all written rules, without travelling
    To any state of grace, My verses enclose my surreal magic
    My life's goes from strength to steel while yours stays sad & tragic

    I mock all combatants at notorious armageddon events
    Trailing mellifluous grape lines that stew up and ferment
    Inventing new vocal shapes for you to try to relate
    To what i gotta spray, I switch poles like i'm running a relay

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    Leg For Your Arm Shallah Mullah Gully Brother Smother
    Butter Ya Dads Cutter Left Limp Leg Rushin Poo Trflon Crime
    Who Steed On Dimes Tossed From Ine Tree Power
    Nig Shower Sever Flowers, 44 Angel Steps To Mr Power
    In Brooklyn Baby Mother Got Game Sooo Tight, Pain On Mic Time Wipe Smile
    Pipi Hittin Bong Pussy 12 Year Old Da Maximum
    8 To 9 Is Cool Iam Crackin Em Flower Power Deflower Flour Heads
    Thunderfuck Ya Head Cornbread 34 Street Nig Feet Tem Tweet Suite Pete Bog
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