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    tribunes written in big rooms as bass booms the shroomz consumed
    as I resume thoughts in bloom
    haters vanquish soon still not established spitting average about their carrots
    crying because my criteria's savage as black Sabbath
    grab this warning ravaged delete that wack shit off your tablet
    you don't want the inspector to release a gadget
    show respect or the fists break specs unless a checks written
    vets listen as superficial rappers give in to superstition
    nurse stitching your wounds new battle scar additions
    tripping off the lift off sky fire-work beauty
    done by yours truly the most unruly
    save the judgments for Judy it's general cooly
    life's a movie and parts get cut so rudely
    gifted teaching and barbaric beasting
    confused masses give in to perverted pastors preaching
    anything to get that money leechers stay leaching
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    Hell razah

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    I got allota flows blown shows moan cloves shown doves flows
    Blown through papes made apes faded chaps
    Killing tracks pillage packs billing taxes maxing on raps
    With wraps dutches and Phillies rolled dusted domes
    Mustard clones get fame never chasing lames
    Touched by how I write nuclear always ready to go off
    Nicely laced faced in wasted
    Never changed like a masked chameleon
    I got allota flavor in my unit
    Never rebooting I’m always recruiting
    Disputing fumes planting effects
    Chin your checks bringing back checks
    Coming back from the dead like old debt
    I got soul fisted chief snake those plisken
    Spin tracks on vinyl never cared for sorato
    Ripping topicals without a tone for those trying busting nothing but chrome
    Had to transform back from the norm had calm it down a notch
    Plot and spot those named Stella killing a chinchilla
    You ain’t a villain until you got advance degree
    You ain’t a villain until you mastering plans
    With more back-ups than cheerleader teams from Kansas

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    it's treacherous torture from the authors writing hand conquer the galaxy with a metro plan
    your whole team lambs were the wolves stalking you and your fam
    we only hollered at your bitch because we know she sucks like the L.A. rams
    I'm too evil your too feeble beating leave you comatose know they have to straw feed you
    rappers need to exit quick before that last second on the bomb ticks
    Stay shooting bricks like josh Smith spit bars and receive tips
    you play the waiter serving drinks I love long haired women but I'd probably smash Pink
    wink and your eye's gone before you even think of the pain
    Can't be faded cause I'm the one throwing bleach in the game
    many lessons are taught from precise aim watch me run his watch and chain
    car,cards, and pocket change



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

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    Corruption of construction of universal interior/
    The positive is wearier, impact by surge of fury blurs/
    Spontaneous dragon psyche, where tragedy peaks/
    Muscle head tussle with red, till bust holes and bled/
    Whispers from the pretentious angel with barbed halo/
    Inner foundation rumbles and crumbles making spars fatal/
    Conscience in a torture rack can't hold the morbid back/
    Blind in a tornado, the distortion strangles/
    Perception of proportion is disassembled/
    Fist to flesh becomes instrumental when too much pressure flooding the temples/
    Danger ahead when breaking the thread, and chased by the Feds/
    To layin in bed, palms to face shakin your head/
    That devil anger initiated confrontation driven by hatred/
    Now locked away boxed and caged/
    Under private for-profits not addressing beneath the surface/
    Focused on the act of rage so the system functions with purpose/

  5. #1145

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    chase the mortal as he awaits transportation through the portal
    secluded but not eluded to be eternally immortal
    like lp releases wigs push em back his dome the sword went right through
    the old style gung-fu but the practiced strikes new
    not from Brooklyn but I run with a zoo good grocery robbers
    men in blue snipers with scopes right behind you
    time you before the helix approaches as your splitting roaches
    in the front seat first class stabs from killer coaches
    blame smokers for cancerous lungs bang-bang the guns
    another tan-man tantrum lyrics tranquilize drums
    as a few hung from high heights swearing they were living forever young
    melting under heat like chocolate poachers poached with shiny shanks hidden in cargo pant pockets
    you live for a lie but would die for a locket stop it and read a book
    write a hook about the better things in life besides how you make the coke cook



    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 Young Gun View Post
    Corruption of construction of universal interior/
    The positive is wearier, impact by surge of fury blurs/
    Spontaneous dragon psyche, where tragedy peaks/
    Muscle head tussle with red, till bust holes and bled/
    Whispers from the pretentious angel with barbed halo/
    Inner foundation rumbles and crumbles making spars fatal/
    Conscience in a torture rack can't hold the morbid back/
    Blind in a tornado, the distortion strangles/
    Perception of proportion is disassembled/
    Fist to flesh becomes instrumental when too much pressure flooding the temples/
    Danger ahead when breaking the thread, and chased by the Feds/
    To layin in bed, palms to face shakin your head/
    That devil anger initiated confrontation driven by hatred/
    Now locked away boxed and caged/
    Under private for-profits not addressing beneath the surface/
    Focused on the act of rage so the system functions with purpose/

    abide by the pecking order or get caught in the vice-grips
    survived being thrown from the plane reciting fly scripts
    lyrics illustrated for the masses to subscribe
    trained nationwide break n slide commander of the war guide
    bullets from heaters glide like old clyde so where can you hide?
    makeup to hide marks loco sparks now homicide reports from your parts
    skin doo-doo dark piss on your pride shit on your thoughts
    Deep sea rebel riding on the spine of sharks
    species great white as my brushed teeth indeed he's deep with tha darts
    speak from the heart you weep from the harp played in the park
    All natural no artificial remedy know the jews rep for me
    pass burners to knock-out game victims for revenge
    throw on your war glasses and watch me knock out the lens



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

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    known to make exhibits nobody can walk on without communication first
    rehearse the verse that sends you and your senders to the hearse
    I dug the hole your bed's dirt relaxation with some purp
    hear the burb and the gunners gunning for your shirt
    cranberry red he got hollows for heads running to the church
    birds feast on the bodies as follows stay perched
    above the law work moving freeway hustle
    I fight the power like Chuck D. as bass-heads chuckle
    sip rum before and after the rumble steel magnolia jungle fumble
    you bums stung by the bumble as I heard one mumble
    you stay quiet and humble for death become you



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

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    darts are bulletproof so you can only kill me with a head-shot when I'm not spitting
    slaves on Hollywood plantations enjoying masters whipping
    put chairs in front of me and I'm still not tripping
    I keep it ugly like a mix of Seal, Shabba, and Scottie Pipen
    lifting heavy weights when I'm hungry eating ghetto flakes
    life is hard labor like immigrants that work 9 to five and never get breaks



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

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    the sleeping giant awaits the paradox thoughts outside the box
    he puts them back in and concentrates on the spots
    that held out on past times he worked on the docks
    punching the clock no car just a bike to the pole locked
    what he holds hotter than drug houses and what's under dimes blouses
    traveled a mile to mow down these mouses running in houses
    cheese their appetite never ceases flow contains the breezes
    we got labs for rent for you no leases



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

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    You awoke a beast, nine tailing it like a fox on judgment day
    Freak the flux, aeon to anything you say upon relegation
    Immediate press releases leave genjustu in you
    Emcees think I’m just a Sheep Lord
    When I do more than lead sheep to the slaughter
    When I do more than lead sheep on a revolt from the slaughter
    When I do more than lead sheep………….
    When I do more than just sleep with a cord
    I wrapped that shit around cha neck
    And just rip heads off the hook like a flying guilotine
    Summoned to digress, oppress what cha read in ya digest
    Omens are kept side thrones wept
    Monsters in a play pen
    We weigh in like another Kanji on the battlefield
    Plant cha avarice iron out cha wrinkles
    Don’t stop, never will I stop
    Had to carry hatchets to the alley
    Never to buried only scary hours proceeds us here

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    Quote Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS View Post
    You awoke a beast, nine tailing it like a fox on judgment day
    Freak the flux, aeon to anything you say upon relegation
    Immediate press releases leave genjustu in you
    Emcees think Iím just a Sheep Lord
    When I do more than lead sheep to the slaughter
    When I do more than lead sheep on a revolt from the slaughter
    When I do more than lead sheepÖÖÖÖ.
    When I do more than just sleep with a cord
    I wrapped that shit around cha neck
    And just rip heads off the hook like a flying guilotine
    Summoned to digress, oppress what cha read in ya digest
    Omens are kept side thrones wept
    Monsters in a play pen
    We weigh in like another Kanji on the battlefield
    Plant cha avarice iron out cha wrinkles
    Donít stop, never will I stop
    Had to carry hatchets to the alley
    Never to buried only scary hours proceeds us here
    midnight amid mics fly beat feast no longer on hunger strike
    hunt and hike the hideous hid on streets with broken lights
    I burned cables those beneath were left disabled by the stable
    freed the horses into the wild as writers wrote fables
    nothing fabricated a ghetto grad so glad I made it
    through hard times look at my list of ex's all dimes
    married to the craft of rhyme instead of pettie crime
    everyday is a grind and my sign is seven
    keep the bacon for kevin or it's a murder at eleven



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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
    midnight amid mics fly beat feast no longer on hunger strike
    hunt and hike the hideous hid on streets with broken lights
    I burned cables those beneath were left disabled by the stable
    freed the horses into the wild as writers wrote fables
    nothing fabricated a ghetto grad so glad I made it
    through hard times look at my list of ex's all dimes
    married to the craft of rhyme instead of pettie crime
    everyday is a grind and my sign is seven
    keep the bacon for kevin or it's a murder at eleven


    Throw that back in the oceans, rivers and ponds
    Ya got cha proto plasma from
    Solar rays delay clones lames
    Chose games pros flame out like padded junkies
    Punk drivel pioneer flows like beats coming outta speakers
    Leak ya like those on the radio who didnít get spaded and nurtured
    Jaw jacking prime tackling makes you an eraser head with no semblance of being
    My soul reason for escaping this world like a b-listed celeb
    Isnít cuz Iím not dapper and not cuz she got the clap
    Itís cuz I cannot tolerate weakling and lameness
    Accosted posted probate numerate
    So I had an attack on titan thinking it was new brighten or something
    Scripted ripped it right from the headlines
    Dead mines best take a taste from the wine
    When it actually spinal fluid from those stick and gluing
    Potent potions you couldnít use to resurrect ya fallen kin
    Speak through skulls and ask how you will do it
    How many minds does it take screw in a light bulb

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    Quote Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS View Post
    Throw that back in the oceans, rivers and ponds
    Ya got cha proto plasma from
    Solar rays delay clones lames
    Chose games pros flame out like padded junkies
    Punk drivel pioneer flows like beats coming outta speakers
    Leak ya like those on the radio who didnít get spaded and nurtured
    Jaw jacking prime tackling makes you an eraser head with no semblance of being
    My soul reason for escaping this world like a b-listed celeb
    Isnít cuz Iím not dapper and not cuz she got the clap
    Itís cuz I cannot tolerate weakling and lameness
    Accosted posted probate numerate
    So I had an attack on titan thinking it was new brighten or something
    Scripted ripped it right from the headlines
    Dead mines best take a taste from the wine
    When it actually spinal fluid from those stick and gluing
    Potent potions you couldnít use to resurrect ya fallen kin
    Speak through skulls and ask how you will do it
    How many minds does it take screw in a light bulb
    the black thoughts rekindled my roots many can narrate lies but you can't dispute the truth
    so stay conscious instead of focusing on the fuse
    win or lose I'm dying with utilized tools scars cover the skin like tribal tattoo's
    grew from a small fry to a large potato baking shitty rappers who rhyme anal
    not into the small talk stay high pitched like a angry dogs bark
    it took others 2 days by the morning I made my mark lyrical martial arts
    with no wires or men for the stunts i'll chop these farts off the charts
    as they rest peace-fully the obituary they mama's brought them to me
    as I smiled their boys running wild I applied the just blaze
    every groove crush for days I robbed the sun for the rays
    still burning the haze while my opposition singing to the boys like birds caged



    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
    the black thoughts rekindled my roots many can narrate lies but you can't dispute the truth
    so stay conscious instead of focusing on the fuse
    win or lose I'm dying with utilized tools scars cover the skin like tribal tattoo's
    grew from a small fry to a large potato baking shitty rappers who rhyme anal
    not into the small talk stay high pitched like a angry dogs bark
    it took others 2 days by the morning I made my mark lyrical martial arts
    with no wires or men for the stunts i'll chop these farts off the charts
    as they rest peace-fully the obituary they mama's brought them to me
    as I smiled their boys running wild I applied the just blaze
    every groove crush for days I robbed the sun for the rays
    still burning the haze while my opposition singing to the boys like birds caged
    Chrome templates ink blots on the page
    Spit upon strip the long, bite on the thong
    Bring a bong play pong higher than kites on new bright
    Signed off with lungs in chunks from smoking guns
    Hunch back from a Notre that ainít even a DOM
    Press play my game is stronger than a pimp named slick back
    Rip facts flip a flap, unzip a sex jacket like picnic packets
    Leaving those digital in the underground
    Every that came , comes back around
    From the bottom I lead the sheep to the top of steeple
    Peeing heads with a rifle hanging off the eifel
    Now I tower going under her London Bridge
    Had to GW you like you got Lincolníd
    Flip them frowns upside down
    Serving a billion emcees with a trillion verses
    Whip lash spit blast flip flash cash out ATM
    You can decide what I just talked about doubt my flavor in ya ear
    Pierce the lobe dusk in grove stand this ainít OJ and no not that one either
    Leave it beaver I retrieve those cleavers
    With a receiver that connected via a USB hub
    Donít got my dub plate unleash feast fate
    Tempt fate and awake the beast while feasting on limbs
    Kicking arts martial in the charts and converse with a overstating nymph
    Whatís cha name dip in lane, bust a frame?
    Dust off my sword and chop suey
    Leave you dumping in dumpsters
    Pumping the icyís like ice cream
    Tight dreams peep my scheme
    Dream via the digital river occasionally the oasis

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    Quote Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS View Post
    Chrome templates ink blots on the page
    Spit upon strip the long, bite on the thong
    Bring a bong play pong higher than kites on new bright
    Signed off with lungs in chunks from smoking guns
    Hunch back from a Notre that ainít even a DOM
    Press play my game is stronger than a pimp named slick back
    Rip facts flip a flap, unzip a sex jacket like picnic packets
    Leaving those digital in the underground
    Every that came , comes back around
    From the bottom I lead the sheep to the top of steeple
    Peeing heads with a rifle hanging off the eifel
    Now I tower going under her London Bridge
    Had to GW you like you got Lincolníd
    Flip them frowns upside down
    Serving a billion emcees with a trillion verses
    Whip lash spit blast flip flash cash out ATM
    You can decide what I just talked about doubt my flavor in ya ear
    Pierce the lobe dusk in grove stand this ainít OJ and no not that one either
    Leave it beaver I retrieve those cleavers
    With a receiver that connected via a USB hub
    Donít got my dub plate unleash feast fate
    Tempt fate and awake the beast while feasting on limbs
    Kicking arts martial in the charts and converse with a overstating nymph
    Whatís cha name dip in lane, bust a frame?
    Dust off my sword and chop suey
    Leave you dumping in dumpsters
    Pumping the icyís like ice cream
    Tight dreams peep my scheme
    Dream via the digital river occasionally the oasis
    the great migration with wings spread above the cloud location
    Had to flee the land due to radioactive radiation
    police stayed at the station fed calling I'm u-hauling
    trucks cash filled after the robbery wrote my last will
    until the call of duty tooley stays tucked on the young buck
    your daffy as the duck that's why your bitch gave it up
    in the back of the church I made her squirt
    that's how it's done smoke-out like I had no lungs
    tougher than leather know I got the reverend on the run



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

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