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    Thanx always good knowing someone doper is bigging me up!



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    I'll microwave cats with slave mentalities
    Came out the earth's womb cold with allergies
    Triple beams balance me, moment of truth reality
    Gallop across the galaxcy, i'm every chickheads fantasy
    Flow fantically, and bring drama dramatically
    Capping these cap heads, breaking ya skull dead
    thoughts brighter than the color red
    Everyday followed by undercover feds
    That pose as rastas with dreads
    My team running shit like bob sleds
    Atheists want the God dead
    hardcore hardhead, on the wrong road
    J.t.s. flow how the guns blow
    No assistance for assanations their done solo
    Built like bolo, rock LRG keep the Polo



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    Quote Originally Posted by J.T.S. View Post
    Thanx always good knowing someone doper is bigging me up!
    Hey now, that was quite the comment heh i dont think im doper tho, but thanks anyway

    Tables Turn..Which Made it Worse, Engaged N' Searched..
    for a Way ta' Learn, how ta Take tha' Curse of the Weight of Earth
    Incase it Curved, and Strained my Nervous System..
    Rage it Burst, n' Explained in Words how ta Further Wisdom

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    ill verses jayteaess..






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    Quote Originally Posted by J.T.S. View Post
    I'll microwave cats with slave mentalities
    Came out the earth's womb cold with allergies
    Triple beams balance me, moment of truth reality
    Gallop across the galaxcy, i'm every chickheads fantasy
    Flow fantically, and bring drama dramatically
    Capping these cap heads, breaking ya skull dead
    thoughts brighter than the color red
    Everyday followed by undercover feds
    That pose as rastas with dreads
    My team running shit like bob sleds
    Atheists want the God dead
    hardcore hardhead, on the wrong road
    J.t.s. flow how the guns blow
    No assistance for assanations their done solo
    Built like bolo, rock LRG keep the Polo
    Flank left defecate on your rhyme book in my backpack
    Smoke some dank crank the banger slam dancer/
    Flow prancer rent dressing rooms get all up in brides guts
    Take her stuffing bluffing old muffins playing heads like xylophones/
    In cages birds off the pager the last temptation like David Ruffin
    Never bluffing call mine like phone lines but you just get the wrong number everytime/
    Poverty on my right prosperity on my left, what the fuckís next condos
    Blow through beats like big tits that get played like bongos Iím all cargo/
    Arm and hammer camera angle security footage crime and prospect of goodness
    Holding nothing but pens, pencils, paper and stencils tracing steps made before me/
    Now they tagging me the next up to bagging D my steez stay All Pro Madden
    Capping off victories with blow jobs and hickies/
    Spitting so visually vividly I can the future in a verse
    Technocratic Asiatic blasting past automatics going all tragic/

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    Quote Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS View Post
    Flank left defecate on your rhyme book in my backpack
    Smoke some dank crank the banger slam dancer/
    Flow prancer rent dressing rooms get all up in brides guts
    Take her stuffing bluffing old muffins playing heads like xylophones/
    In cages birds off the pager the last temptation like David Ruffin
    Never bluffing call mine like phone lines but you just get the wrong number everytime/
    Poverty on my right prosperity on my left, what the fuckís next condos
    Blow through beats like big tits that get played like bongos Iím all cargo/
    Arm and hammer camera angle security footage crime and prospect of goodness
    Holding nothing but pens, pencils, paper and stencils tracing steps made before me/
    Now they tagging me the next up to bagging D my steez stay All Pro Madden
    Capping off victories with blow jobs and hickies/
    Spitting so visually vividly I can the future in a verse
    Technocratic Asiatic blasting past automatics going all tragic/

    Who wanna rumble, and fumble with the most humble bee that bumbles?
    Lion of the jungle eating gumby rappers like shrimp gumbo
    On the case like Columbo, give em tums before he tumbles
    Shots flying through ya ears for being a heavy dumbo
    Ghetto dufus, style older than Rufus, left em toothless
    Stole his meal, that tripled the fat for my gooses
    Hood nuisance, got locked yesterday by state troopers
    You winnie the pooh emcee's get dogged like Pooches
    Homo thugs get pistol whipped for saying Smooches
    Retarted goofus, taking your cash like eazy when he ran Ruthless
    Excepting no excuses, on the run with Scrooges
    And a bulletproof vest, because my ex's after me with loaded luegars
    weed abusers better have five on it smoking with the luniz
    You goofy bucktoothed rap groupies wish u had the balls to shoot me



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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
    Who wanna rumble, and fumble with the most humble bee that bumbles?
    Lion of the jungle eating gumby rappers like shrimp gumbo
    On the case like Columbo, give em tums before he tumbles
    Shots flying through ya ears for being a heavy dumbo
    Ghetto dufus, style older than Rufus, left em toothless
    Stole his meal, that tripled the fat for my gooses
    Hood nuisance, got locked yesterday by state troopers
    You winnie the pooh emcee's get dogged like Pooches
    Homo thugs get pistol whipped for saying Smooches
    Retarted goofus, taking your cash like eazy when he ran Ruthless
    Excepting no excuses, on the run with Scrooges
    And a bulletproof vest, because my ex's after me with loaded luegars
    weed abusers better have five on it smoking with the luniz
    You goofy bucktoothed rap groupies wish u had the balls to shoot me
    Spark the match assassinate the soul
    Cut his colon out leave his body swollen/
    My raps are my dick my flows are my sperm
    Impregnating many with my seeds and dreams that Iíve learned/
    See through my eyes visualize scenes from Martin Scorsese & Francis Ford Coppola
    In my eyes are crime scenes from pulp fiction to factual depiction intricate visions/
    Amused by the clown faces taste the venom of a snake break a leg on stage
    Cross fingers needing no luck I just duck seasons for rhymes n reasons/
    Division get cha subjected and added multiplied by the lines I rhyme
    Giving you three 16ís viciously ripping through vitals without any rivals/
    Marvel come with 31 like carvel lift bars like barbells excel in my lane
    Iím The Flash in the pan take the stand come back and remake the man/
    Clone centrifuge my rhymes ainít no considerable excuse
    I can go nuclear with the click of a button from my mouse/
    Emcees are lousy with no lyrics just bums masquerading as thugs
    Thinking they tough cuz they got a bandana, a click and a tattoo/
    But with a crowbar I can still cause injury to you and still leave you black and blue
    Donít forget lyrics cut through all the red tape leaving you in less considerable shape/

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    Quote Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS View Post
    Spark the match assassinate the soul
    Cut his colon out leave his body swollen/
    My raps are my dick my flows are my sperm
    Impregnating many with my seeds and dreams that Iíve learned/
    See through my eyes visualize scenes from Martin Scorsese & Francis Ford Coppola
    In my eyes are crime scenes from pulp fiction to factual depiction intricate visions/
    Amused by the clown faces taste the venom of a snake break a leg on stage
    Cross fingers needing no luck I just duck seasons for rhymes n reasons/
    Division get cha subjected and added multiplied by the lines I rhyme
    Giving you three 16ís viciously ripping through vitals without any rivals/
    Marvel come with 31 like carvel lift bars like barbells excel in my lane
    Iím The Flash in the pan take the stand come back and remake the man/
    Clone centrifuge my rhymes ainít no considerable excuse
    I can go nuclear with the click of a button from my mouse/
    Emcees are lousy with no lyrics just bums masquerading as thugs
    Thinking they tough cuz they got a bandana, a click and a tattoo/
    But with a crowbar I can still cause injury to you and still leave you black and blue
    Donít forget lyrics cut through all the red tape leaving you in less considerable shape/
    Nice haha murdering shit!



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

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    No fear my crew triumph since the God year
    Stay in the stadium kid, or else you'll eternally dissappear
    He wants a drink? Here watch me smash em in the head with this bottle of beer
    Laugh as he sheds tears, your not a gangster, because you rock wu-wear
    Another queer, for sure i'm bashing, anthems "time for some action"
    React before his reaction, tackle em, quarterback sacking
    Pass him the rock, stones flying, watch em drop with a holy knot
    saying you repping thuglife, your'e a phony Pac
    Beat em down, while he screaming homie stop
    Ductape the fake in a disclosed spot, blank shots pop
    Gave em a Brandon Lee, he joined his late family
    It kind of hurt cause the squirt was a fan of me
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    Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
    Hell razah

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    quick mental spit...


    Uber upper cut currupt fucks then headbutt
    Sluts in trucks erupt into abrupt splurts
    In sight, deadly knight in the dead of night, stripe blight
    Lights up and excites, thoroughly insight spark to incite

    Blantantly recite tomes and scriptures all night
    You might delight yer bitch but you cant impress me
    Flee from the free killing spree, blessed is he
    Agree to dissagree, marquee degree plea on TV






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    Quote Originally Posted by J.T.S. View Post
    No fear my crew triumph since the God year
    Stay in the stadium kid, or else you'll eternally dissappear
    He wants a drink? Here watch me smash em in the head with this bottle of beer
    Laugh as he sheds tears, your not a gangster, because you rock wu-wear
    Another queer, for sure i'm bashing, anthems "time for some action"
    React before his reaction, tackle em, quarterback sacking
    Pass him the rock, stones flying, watch em drop with a holy knot
    saying you repping thuglife, your'e a phony Pac
    Beat em down, while he screaming homie stop
    Ductape the fake in a disclosed spot, blank shots pop
    Gave em a Brandon Lee, he joined his late family
    It kind of hurt cause the squirt was a fan of me
    Quote Originally Posted by Fermi Paradox View Post
    quick mental spit...


    Uber upper cut currupt fucks then headbutt
    Sluts in trucks erupt into abrupt splurts
    In sight, deadly knight in the dead of night, stripe blight
    Lights up and excites, thoroughly insight spark to incite

    Blantantly recite tomes and scriptures all night
    You might delight yer bitch but you cant impress me
    Flee from the free killing spree, blessed is he
    Agree to dissagree, marquee degree plea on TV
    DAMN JTS AND FERMI MURKED IT SON I LOVE READING SHIT THAT MAKES ME STEP MY GAME UP ANOTHER NOTCH. I THINK EVEN THE MOST EXPERIENCE CAT CAN LEARN FROM EACH OTHER AND YOU GUYS MAKE ME WANNA KEEP DOING THIS THING CALLED HIP HOP BECAUSE WHETHER Y'ALL KNOW IT OR NOT Y'ALL INSPIRE ME TO WRITE BETTER AND GET BETTER. I KNOW SOMETIMES MY DARTS CAN BE MAD VAGUE, ABSTRACT AND SOMETIMES TOO ARTFUL AT TIMES BUT I THINK Y'ALL DARTS ARE MAD UNIQUE KEEP UP DA GREAT WORK

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    This killer bee slash lyrical toxin
    Masking a concoction when I’m rip rocking/
    Knocking out domes like homerun baseballs
    This is Blastaraci flowing sick as a maserati/
    Watch me shift gears split hairs flip flows
    Break records by the way I spitting
    Over vintage poems composed by classic musicians/
    It was written but never told coldly boldly
    Rip you a new asshole supposedly openly/
    Psychosomatic often considered vicious
    Sick with the fatal sting ring bells like Ali in his prime/
    Driven down the line drive tiger iron
    I spit spires coupled with titanic iron/
    Mastering styles from the open fist
    To the way I spit venom in this bitch/
    Rip tidal waves by the way I slay these creatures
    I tell my students “I ain’t got nothing more to teach cha”/
    Even if I’m blessed with multiple troves of students
    I’m on the way to improvement wit skills
    That are the beginning of a movement/
    Hitting any opponent with multiple fists like Pai Mai did
    You can grip the canvas and you still couldn’t move past this/
    Gifted griffin spit flames out the cup of Christ ripping you right
    Flowing so tight I’m miked up until I blackout in the mist of daylight/
    So if you want to rewrite my bars and translate my lines
    You’ll need 46 million minds to figure out I’m just that divine/

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    Quote Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS View Post
    This killer bee slash lyrical toxin
    Masking a concoction when Iím rip rocking/
    Knocking out domes like homerun baseballs
    This is Blastaraci flowing sick as a maserati/
    Watch me shift gears split hairs flip flows
    Break records by the way I spitting
    Over vintage poems composed by classic musicians/
    It was written but never told coldly boldly
    Rip you a new asshole supposedly openly/
    Psychosomatic often considered vicious
    Sick with the fatal sting ring bells like Ali in his prime/
    Driven down the line drive tiger iron
    I spit spires coupled with titanic iron/
    Mastering styles from the open fist
    To the way I spit venom in this bitch/
    Rip tidal waves by the way I slay these creatures
    I tell my students ďI ainít got nothing more to teach chaĒ/
    Even if Iím blessed with multiple troves of students
    Iím on the way to improvement wit skills
    That are the beginning of a movement/
    Hitting any opponent with multiple fists like Pai Mai did
    You can grip the canvas and you still couldnít move past this/
    Gifted griffin spit flames out the cup of Christ ripping you right
    Flowing so tight Iím miked up until I blackout in the mist of daylight/
    So if you want to rewrite my bars and translate my lines
    Youíll need 46 million minds to figure out Iím just that divine/
    Yo man dope, shit hopin someday i'll write something that ill

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    I jus penned this down let me know what you guys think

    Here come the reinforcements, covered by artillery bombardment,
    attack the flanks, burst through they ranks, as for them firing back,
    dont worry about that, i got 40 men strapped,
    with flamethrowers to clear the trench, and a good source of tanks,
    from hence forth, my men are cold as winters up north, near the poles,
    we have there bunkers under control, rush the fields, swarm there troops,
    there surrounded tighten the noose, they look astounded, let the MG's loose,
    blow there shit back, there squads are bloodhounded, where they were slaughered, the dirt mounded, my troops never once faltered, or halted,
    now i reign the most exhalted, my soldiers are never exhausted, one mission left,
    then they can continue to be fathers, that night we got sent,
    your orders are to leave no one left, not one is to have a single fuckin breath,
    we got nicknamed the squad of death, so heres the plan,
    we ambush right were the sentry stand, then invade like a ninja clan,
    with knife in hand, take out every last man, slow and silent,
    if we get caught, react violent, then bust off them shots, we all that we got, dont waste one shot, make everyone count, we got twenty minutes,
    then be out, retreat as soon as i shout, ill be right there dont doubt,
    you can count on me, after you hear the whistle,
    comes artillery and missiles, this shit is of the record, never official,
    when it was over we cleared the sector, bombed out every vector,
    we returned, on our clothes the blood still trickles,
    nightmares of barbed wire lookin like sickles, visions of popped flares,
    many of my friends trapped in snares, thats why im a devil who dares,
    cross the line, 40,000 shots fired at one time, this is all from one mind,
    on the battlefield is where i was refined, crafted into a natural diesater,
    all you hear is my laughter, after the war,
    my troops call me commander or master, you move fast but i move faster,
    the anti to your matter, crafted into a madhatter,
    for years i lead the land to victory, many battles for glory,
    i was assassinated and thats the short end of the story

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    Quote Originally Posted by Bronze Feet View Post
    I jus penned this down let me know what you guys think

    Here come the reinforcements, covered by artillery bombardment,
    attack the flanks, burst through they ranks, as for them firing back,
    dont worry about that, i got 40 men strapped,
    with flamethrowers to clear the trench, and a good source of tanks,
    from hence forth, my men are cold as winters up north, near the poles,
    we have there bunkers under control, rush the fields, swarm there troops,
    there surrounded tighten the noose, they look astounded, let the MG's loose,
    blow there shit back, there squads are bloodhounded, where they were slaughered, the dirt mounded, my troops never once faltered, or halted,
    now i reign the most exhalted, my soldiers are never exhausted, one mission left,
    then they can continue to be fathers, that night we got sent,
    your orders are to leave no one left, not one is to have a single fuckin breath,
    we got nicknamed the squad of death, so heres the plan,
    we ambush right were the sentry stand, then invade like a ninja clan,
    with knife in hand, take out every last man, slow and silent,
    if we get caught, react violent, then bust off them shots, we all that we got, dont waste one shot, make everyone count, we got twenty minutes,
    then be out, retreat as soon as i shout, ill be right there dont doubt,
    you can count on me, after you hear the whistle,
    comes artillery and missiles, this shit is of the record, never official,
    when it was over we cleared the sector, bombed out every vector,
    we returned, on our clothes the blood still trickles,
    nightmares of barbed wire lookin like sickles, visions of popped flares,
    many of my friends trapped in snares, thats why im a devil who dares,
    cross the line, 40,000 shots fired at one time, this is all from one mind,
    on the battlefield is where i was refined, crafted into a natural diesater,
    all you hear is my laughter, after the war,
    my troops call me commander or master, you move fast but i move faster,
    the anti to your matter, crafted into a madhatter,
    for years i lead the land to victory, many battles for glory,
    i was assassinated and thats the short end of the story
    i like your whole short story style of spitting and it seems one your strong points i mean this seems like your pulled it right of one my favorite movies by Stanley Kubrick "Full Metal Jacket". and lyrically it's very descriptive i wouldn't mind seeing different type of darts you got to offer

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