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    Return of the majestic, well respected, in the hood i got stripes like leopardsFuck a team, my guns have me well protected, ya'll slugs are interceptedDimes follow me like sheep follow the shepard, fuck chics by the flocksLove my peoples, but i won't hestiate to shoot a cop like Pac didMy drops hit harder than drop-kicks, plus they get toxicPack an Ox big, we can shoot it out, or polliticNiggas on my block sick, they'll chop ya like some rocks kidHate to be violent, but when i blaze, shots hit hearts quickNever was a thug, but pops said i was hard, never gave him a hugOne day he beat my mother over drugs she flushed, my right hook rocked his mugJust how it is living in the heart of the city there's no love



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

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    Me and my niggas is cold, but we don't know a freeze'in point
    That boil'in point,
    Is always close just like the holy ghost//
    On any "corner" we "demand attention"
    Cuz we all jerry rice status
    Pioneers that re-uped during suspensions//
    We stick together like a school of fish
    But don't need strength in numbers
    One on one barber battles, call it the duel of "clips"//
    Lay'in my rules down on green paper
    Spit in all out reach'in hands
    Then back to the ranch where we wrestle gators//
    Not the typical type, i was do'in right
    But saw death and turned left
    Felt like pedometers was quickly count'in my last steps//
    Now i move with out fear,
    The top of the food chain herbivore, smoke'in
    Like i need weed to breathe
    Locked in eye for eye murder wars//
    Ain't no sunny skies in this underwater cave
    If the rain comes tomorrow...
    We bout flood it, and the leave the clouds blooded
    With out sorrow//
    I will turn yo gun to yo own fam, its like Rawanda
    Brothers kill'in they sisters
    Mother's they husbands
    Axe in yo back from the arm of yo closest cousin//
    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)
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    Iím the Carmello Anthony to this
    Emcees continuing to spit itÖÖ
    So legit and not so exquisite/
    I recluse to lose refuse to get booed
    My flows ainít no fluke or a joke
    Iím a just juke eím out their shoes/
    Whenever I bar write itís a eulogy
    Giving you the blues to be/
    Becoming to not so becoming
    My lyrics drum up patterns
    So sick you couldn't replicate/
    While you speculate I emulate and
    Renovate while they end cha wait/
    My drought be clouds moving
    Evaporating into rain drops/
    After you freeze I continue to burn like acid rain
    Took the name from the flavor of my unit/
    Technocratic, we recruit itÖ.
    While yall just dispute it justÖ.
    Like top 10 lists of whoís the best/
    Unlisted gifted limited
    When Iím unequivocal lyrical/
    Yall cats canít get the coaches
    To adapt to the players sensibility/
    So you try and attack their creditability
    Similar to Bill Cunningham at a McCain rally/
    Youíre points are valid but nothing but rabid
    Flip flop ya views like most republicans do/
    Why do I have to cannibalize the bars and flows?
    And eat you up like Iím Lord of the Flies/
    Or place you in the pits of tarderus
    And watch these creatures naw at cha soul
    Forever everÖ.forever everÖ. /





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    Notionz Of DemonS Infiltrate God Bodys Since Da Begining Of Time,
    5% Nigga Still Drinkin Wine From Da Blood Of That Swine,
    I Heard Through The Grape Vine,
    Priests In Vatican City Coverin Up Sex Crimes,
    While They Curse They Family Nigga I Bless Mine,
    SPIT RYMES,
    THAT RICOCHET THROUGH BONE LIKE TEK NINES,
    So U Know My Pressence Its Felt,
    Da Cards That I Dealt Was Mu Fuckin Dirty Ass Hell,
    Now Niggaz Knee Deep In The Shells,
    Tryna Get Cream Like When The Wu Rock Bells!


    Peace

    THE REAL PCP

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    Quote Originally Posted by skampoe View Post
    Notionz Of DemonS Infiltrate God Bodys Since Da Begining Of Time,
    5% Nigga Still Drinkin Wine From Da Blood Of That Swine,
    I Heard Through The Grape Vine,
    Priests In Vatican City Coverin Up Sex Crimes,
    While They Curse They Family Nigga I Bless Mine,
    SPIT RYMES,
    THAT RICOCHET THROUGH BONE LIKE TEK NINES,
    So U Know My Pressence Its Felt,
    Da Cards That I Dealt Was Mu Fuckin Dirty Ass Hell,
    Now Niggaz Knee Deep In The Shells,
    Tryna Get Cream Like When The Wu Rock Bells!


    Peace
    Itís the 75th up on 125th
    Spitting darts so fast I round 165th/
    Spark ya upper lips wit a punch
    So glaring ya staring at the ground/
    Smash the sound clown you frown
    One ounce of pain takes its name/
    Given game driven rhymes living
    Darken hearts wit spades to sharpen darts/
    Output be dense wit an ill sense
    Of flows so intense they cause aneurisms/
    Weaponry precise wit rice I eat emcees up
    Like women who like to crunch ice/
    Written in flight mach 5 driven rode glow
    Shark bite Michael jack those bars/
    Wit hasten horrors I leave chopped and faded
    Swift wit boats from quotes and points like a barber/
    No one lines lighter wit fireproof dirty bomb enough ammo
    Give me rhythm and charms checking alarms/
    Ring the bell fights go well wit skills we excel
    Like spreadsheets and PowerPointís on MS DOS/
    Cost cha whole fortune importing important documents
    Wit docking bays that ainít even mp3 worthy/
    I spit it curvy vivacious wit aces up my sleeve
    Relieve these generals over everything with one sneeze/
    So I breeze quick off a track like The Flash
    Carrying orbs around me like Mr. Terrific/
    Itís so perfect I work wit sharp harps
    Stringing slivers into your liver/
    No arrows I still make ya veins quiver
    Now these emcees try stand n deliver/

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    Words written become real life situationsYa'll drive vehicles, i use mental transportationMeditation for stimulation in the dojo surrounded by SatanCritics hating, and rating these rhymes i'm makingHalf the games fake friends, only out for ya endsDemanding that you kep em finacially stableIf theyr'e willing, and able they'll lay-low, hit ya head above it's a hayloSo cold the wind blows , looking out my project windowsWatching fiends spend doe, and so many selling their soulsConsidered by society as zeros, but to the seeds a heroGrowing idolizing Robert Deniro, i fear no human i'm inhumaneWalk on blocks so hot they couldn't be put out with rain
    Last edited by Mantra; 03-05-2008 at 09:59 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 SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS View Post
    Itís the 75th up on 125th
    Spitting darts so fast I round 165th/
    Spark ya upper lips wit a punch
    So glaring ya staring at the ground/
    Smash the sound clown you frown
    One ounce of pain takes its name/
    Given game driven rhymes living
    Darken hearts wit spades to sharpen darts/
    Output be dense wit an ill sense
    Of flows so intense they cause aneurisms/
    Weaponry precise wit rice I eat emcees up
    Like women who like to crunch ice/
    Written in flight mach 5 driven rode glow
    Shark bite Michael jack those bars/
    Wit hasten horrors I leave chopped and faded
    Swift wit boats from quotes and points like a barber/
    No one lines lighter wit fireproof dirty bomb enough ammo
    Give me rhythm and charms checking alarms/
    Ring the bell fights go well wit skills we excel
    Like spreadsheets and PowerPointís on MS DOS/
    Cost cha whole fortune importing important documents
    Wit docking bays that ainít even mp3 worthy/
    I spit it curvy vivacious wit aces up my sleeve
    Relieve these generals over everything with one sneeze/
    So I breeze quick off a track like The Flash
    Carrying orbs around me like Mr. Terrific/
    Itís so perfect I work wit sharp harps
    Stringing slivers into your liver/
    No arrows I still make ya veins quiver
    Now these emcees try stand n deliver/
    sorrounded by the gods and the pharraos,
    razah sharp claw of the hawk carvin ya ass like a helpless sparrow.
    infectious rymez through they ear penetrate deep in dey bone marrow,
    poisonous arrow,
    shot by the bow of the archer,
    whistle throught the air fa a second b4 the cranium fracture,
    n make ur brain mineral leak outta ya skull,
    bodie gets cold from the lost of the soul,
    written as truth n as a lie it was told,
    behold,
    satan the romantic here brought down by his pride,
    wing span wide,
    given the advantage to glide through the sky!!

    THE REAL PCP

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    Murder team mascots with mad thoughts, and inferno darts
    Journals dropped, every other day, a cat in my way catch a shot
    Never respected cops, hop out my whip inspecting spots
    Rap-a-lot, no longer cooking crack in pots
    Straps i pop, bringing turbulence to streets, watch busses stop
    I bust on blocks, bystanders scatter, enemies pockets robbed for knots
    Top gun, native hot son, putting chrome rims on a Datsun
    Shotgun rock slums, crazy diesil like Mike Tyson, and M.Bison
    Live one, catching wreck over fly drums, kick hoes out after eye cum
    Chop ya hand off, trying to guzzle my rum, i'll probably die young



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

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    Cipher of the vaticans, conquering meridians
    Sorry to life hustlers that'll never live to make a-million
    4 devil feelings i felt on my way in my building
    Tired of chilling, warring with steel holding chameleons
    Spilling brew from the bottle, a ghetto dedication to friends
    High singing hyms, on tv plays the wire
    struggling workers tired, the hoods hotter than that imaginary lake of fire
    Some of my people expired, others living zombies, ghetto vampires
    Admired messiahs assanated by the illuminati
    Death to the un-godly, cops beating kings like Rodney
    The blind shall see the wicked rulers perish
    As men become pets like gerbils, and ferrets
    Broke with no family inheritance to inherit
    So life's a bitch, cater to it and bear it
    Skin tearing anger, ducking gunfire from strangers
    Hard to maintain a positive outlook, when your considered a crook
    People shook to look, the angrry crab made it out the barrel
    So give up the goods, to the no good hood pharoah
    Or get dealt with quick, with golden spears, and flaming arrows



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

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    Open your mind game cocked my flow knocks
    Like an AR-15 when ya shot/
    Now you spark flares trying to get a stare
    Multiplicity giving e’m ultimatums
    When you bate and switch e’m/
    I prison them in prisms
    Wicked wit the wisdom/
    I’m the last son of the sand
    Cuz the last shall be first/
    Unearth the turf spark ya heart
    Dwarf the carpet baggers with nothing
    But haggler arms bagging bonds/
    Capricorn astral promises rap convinces them of….
    This cancerous emcee of spreading this lethal disease/
    So wit cha non sestina essential lines I get wicked at times
    So if you got average rhymes get cha average time on the mic/
    Watch me strike the lighter and fuel the furnace wit an ill bunsen burn
    Gases you try n replicate is like styles you attempt to duplicate and fail/
    Read cha mind wit skills of brail
    And drink ya body’s chemicals like pale ale/

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    asi que mira pendejo tu no te metas con migo,
    ati te figo el hombligo,
    te creas mucho enemigo,
    la tiraera la sigo,
    con tigo yo la termino,
    a tu escuadron extermino,
    me disen el asesino!!

    THE REAL PCP

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    as they walk through the grave yard scared to look down.
    thinkin at any moment rotted hands can pop out the ground,
    grabbin their feet,
    draggin em deep,
    into the earths soil,
    suckin the juice out of a highly infected boil,
    aluminum foil,
    wont keep da flesh from rotting,
    viruses leaked through leaving no chance at reformatting,
    evil desires for hells fire,
    to scorch the skins of kings like chicken craclings hung from wires,
    the undead makin their way out the grave,
    with hidden ayendas for they are satan's slaves,
    and its blood that they crave.
    leaving dead carcasses on the road that they paved,
    for the rest of the rest of the dark army to follow suit,
    in hot pursuit,
    only thing left is da bloody print of a timberland boot,
    bringin em back to where da tree kept the root,
    single file march hyponotized by the sound of my flute!

    THE REAL PCP

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    a biterz a deadman, i'm droppin shellz like skampoe'z sig
    the rimez i write iz tighter than the headband on Rambo'z wig
    i'll draw first blood every goddamn time without fail
    they all saw the hearse wind thru the hood got ya famz 'bout to wail

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    as the leaves stand still,
    wit da coldest wind chill u could feel,
    base head packin da glass dick wit da crill,
    grippin da steel reppin da real,
    from da top of the GENCHAT HILL,
    to the TEMPLE OF DARTS,
    showin these crab niggaz how i do 4 da love of da art,
    but ya'll dont wunt me to start,

    THE REAL PCP

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    Another day lyrically deep sea diving
    Underwater rhyming, aquaman shining
    Lines rip through linen, defining splits
    Fuck a deal i'm not signing shit
    Minds like whips, horsepower hits
    In motion spits, provoking fits
    Smoking cliques, move, and stick
    Patridge family killer kid
    breakfast miller, and a spliff
    Running ya lips, gunning ya wig
    Sonning ya bitch, breaking ya ribs
    Give her a ton of this dick
    Nothing but clips 4 the pigs
    Master the mix, prequel prefix
    See kicks, speeds quick
    Duck run the mega-bucks
    in the shade, stands the shady one corrupt
    High, and drunk, staggering in the cut
    High performance nut buster
    Ya ladies my cum guzzler
    She holding my pieces, know to puzzle you
    Last edited by Mantra; 03-10-2008 at 10:42 AM.



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

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