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    Fuck my wifey, isnt she lively?, plus insides are spirally,
    so dont get lost, or get tossed down the steps, rituals for spiritual
    sacrifice, next it might be your life, ripped out hearts atop of pyrimids,
    thousands of feet in the air, enter my lair where blood sits in pool,
    tongues wrapped around spools, eyes still fixed oon my jewels,
    crown that rest on my head, fool who try to take it end up dead,
    no bodyguards jus booby traps, watch your step my friend

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    Fight til' the end, living in this world of sin, my girls a ten
    Emcee's ought to be intriqued, my rod lines reel em in
    Warring by the river bin, dog style Rin Tin tin
    Conquer blocks bringing blockades, when we defend
    Our kin, ghetto gunners extorting Gold's gyms
    You either go out or go in, pussy scared by my lightning
    Run up on him while he's typing, lead pipe em
    Acid thrown in his face for biting this bionic titan
    Street desperado, bodies i dropped hard to find like Waldo
    Get scalped indian style, then Christ crucified
    Telling exclusive lies, get you wetted, hung to dry
    Your bitch said she sea-men, naw hoe my semen in your eyes
    the real realize the real lies, noone's immune to death
    Doc doom effects, split you up like Lauryn, Pras, and Wyclef
    So eat my feces pieces, your candy raps ressess
    He got axed thiking finding my file was easy access
    Struck to def, stay mute, you and your reps
    Better recognize, i'm a problem energized
    Ending lives, uniforn white striped, heat of the night
    Stop acting like a dick cause you just got beat on the mic
    Sugar in their tank ranked for that sweet shit they write



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    damn nice darts JTS n Bronze feet

    Script scribing iron lung liver hive thriver mic liner
    Throw darts wider than a fat chicks ass cheeks/
    My bars reach through the book of eloems
    Stolen souls get a reprieve from the chain snatcher/
    Crash course force bashers mind plantation
    Cramped minstrel shows be PMS when she blows/
    Theorize lines with the likes of freaks, geeks and sheiks
    Ali Baba grave robber closed casket pass the wishes/
    I kiss a girl like the popular song on the radio
    I made waves when I rip throughout the galaxy/
    Itís a cold vein to maintain taken stages mantle up the cannibals
    Swinging swords like barbarians with harem bone thrones/
    Carve out domes carrier air condition Carbon dioxide vibrating views
    Blind sound effects educate armor plate division decisive decision/
    Make your case Iím late for forums with the section
    Division be 9 minds combining to form multiple drones/
    Attack of the clones George Lucas blows the spoof retread the surface
    Remake life from the anti-life equating to equalization
    creating manifestation beyond any stay-cation/
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    Youv'e elevated haevily chaos!



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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
    You've elevated heavily chaos!
    i gotta credit you, everybody in Section 9 and bronze feet for making me step my game up

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    with stand each fire of hell walkin with bronze feet
    finding the value of the priceless in every day i breathe
    each day of the week upon each continent and ocean
    the exact strength in the digit on the n.g.e flag when he flowin
    with a wisdom worth more then all the gold the planets holdin'
    of the mind to recognize its value its worth more then
    the midas touch with the same curse it conforms in
    cause the circumstance of a genious is ridicule more critics then fans
    i let joe buddens know i understand but to the point
    and reason i made this rhyme
    cause only thing that consumes matter is matters on the mind
    as assured as u are when arithmetic is the bottom line
    agreeable in every culture when u ask whats 1 + 2, right
    with 3 45s u manifest 6 billion ways to die
    fighting fire with fire i fight fire with water and rise
    and when u bring ya gun to a test of intelligence every time
    i get my vitamin mc cause 7 8 9
    im the atomic number of nitrogen in the rhymes i spit
    so u experimenting with high explosives when you trying him
    the accounted stars that make up the big dipper
    gods most righteous symbol
    in the gregorian calender im september
    each liberal art each sage each hill for each emperor
    in the roman empire state im the numbers britians rememberin
    when they mentionin 9/11's equivalent
    the 8th wonder of the world just erected its your mind tryin to figure this
    waiting for the sabbath cause im creating a whole new would off lyricist
    who mental focused on the cardinal virtues not each deadly sin
    and chasin its personification like morgan freeman and brad pit
    for each heaven and earth muslims say there is
    the common denominater of the 313 warriors with mehdi
    the simplified math of 786, muslim sons portrayin
    the total number of prophets sent added up ....
    and ya attention span aint that long so ill just say im seven to you fucks

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    The dumbfounded have no clue or foundation to hold their structure
    so from the roots all things fall apart, it's the mental abductor
    Concepts confined to rhythms bust off like jizzm
    On the warpath warriors shooting down devil's aircraft on television
    Gates of hell soon to be locked..for eternity satan and his leigons imprisoned..
    Split a dutch while i make decisons..smoke clouding visons..
    weight to heavy for a see-saw..i'm handling buisness, and shipping shipments
    updating war equipment, and brainstorming ways to raid their prisons
    Freedom means death for us.. the next generation spared
    Castrate the media makers..G.Bush cut off both ears
    Carefully stitched..nerves make the body twitch
    Slay the rich..spare the poor, peace to Serbia, and Equador



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

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    How I’m coming isn’t nothing you ever seen before
    I spit it so raw you thought I just copped it off the limbs of a lamb/
    I’m a lion when I get raw and I’m cancer when I begin to spread
    I’m AIDS when I proliferate, I’m ice when you begin to freeze/
    You best come at ease my flow is 40 below zero
    Frost bitten twice shitting on the game/
    Give you a head start you still couldn’t spark my mind
    I’ll have you staying a roach motel like the John Milton
    And still couldn’t come up with nothing sicker/
    I’m off the Richter spit flames like bottles of Vodka, Hennessey & Brandy
    Emcees are candy too me get eaten every time I’m in the shop/
    I drop 16’s chopping heads off like a guillotine back in the 16 hundreds
    Don’t make me plummet back to bubonic plague and infect a few/
    I stick to beats like glue if you got a clue I rock acappellas
    Dropping you actors by the time I jack beats and rape tracks/
    Image if I was David Blaine of the game taking the game by storm
    Giving you a mind freak like Chris Angel after you get mangled/
    I wrangle you tight like jeans and Brokeback cowboys
    My shit ain’t no toy I shit on you from long range like a sniper/
    Rifle off two bullets leaving 4 left to pull it off
    My flow be retarded and over diagnosed like autism/
    Spit cha wackiest lyrical disasters splash you up on the screen
    Stick you in the concrete and watch me dry wall over ya/

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    [Q
    I spit it so raw you thought I just copped it off the limbs of a lamb/

    Iím AIDS when I proliferate, Iím ice when you begin to freeze/


    Donít make me plummet back to bubonic plague and infect a few/
    I stick to beats like glue if you got a clue I rock acappellas

    I wrangle you tight like jeans and Brokeback cowboys
    Verbal meatcleaver kid!!



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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
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    I spit it so raw you thought I just copped it off the limbs of a lamb/

    Iím AIDS when I proliferate, Iím ice when you begin to freeze/


    Donít make me plummet back to bubonic plague and infect a few/
    I stick to beats like glue if you got a clue I rock acappellas

    I wrangle you tight like jeans and Brokeback cowboys
    Verbal meatcleaver kid!!
    lol good look man i'm just writing

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    uppin dis thread

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    As we allign the signs of signature series showcases are signifigant
    Shadowboxing before the main event, promoters put up millions
    To bet on a vet who's cause has a tremendous effect
    punching bags, who's bad enough to lay this boxer on the deck
    T.k.o.'s in early rounds, punks get pummeled for the checks
    Rope-a-dope style radical, at the Radisson groupies are blessed
    30-0 record until i took a loss from a highly-skilled expert
    I got served a right hook that left me futile and my vision blurred
    After the loss me and my trainer concurred to continue practice
    For 6 months i resserected my loss, knocking opponets out across the atlas
    Scrapped with the hardest attackers, dropped on the canvas
    jogging, lifting weights, and jumping rope to keep my frame in tip-top-shape
    ready for the date to annihilate my opponent to reclaim my status as heavy weight
    champ the training was far more harder than Boot camp
    Day of the fight feeling frightened, and amped
    The sweat dripping down my back has my shorts damp
    Ref said the rules as we exchanged pounds with hands
    he charged with lightning speed, movements windy like fans
    i ducked, and dodged stick n' move, i tired out the man
    body blows followed by furious jabs made it hard for him to stand
    the last shot rocked him, a flying twirl of blood, and spit hit his wife's face in the stands



    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 first time was on a street corner, cats had the kid cornered
    Tired of choking up, so i spit pressured, and treasured the honor
    I received i couldn't belive the feedback had me deceived
    If i was good enough to bust flows that would intrique
    Older brother gave me a boost of confidence, know i'm relieved
    still a newcomer to this art, 6 years later paid dues, know i'm an emcee
    This was around the era of B.D.P.'s "The P Is Free"
    When everyone in the streets where at peace
    Had my "ghetto blaster" on daily, police monitered our activities
    My cousin Dj Easy Rock cutting at the park with RoB Base, and Schooly D
    I was happy to be a part of the historic scene in Philly
    Jazzy Jeff, and the fresh Prince had the westside locked silly
    We were dedicated to rocking it, rain, or snow, hot or chilly
    The roots had Snyder ave. i grew up with Questlove's cousin Billy
    Bahamadia was sitting on the speakers, as me and B rolled up the reefa
    That was when 3Xdope came out with the original "ether"
    Bass so heavy it destroyed almost every speaker
    Boys 2 men were homeless kids that sang on the subway
    i threw dollars in their cups when i passed by the 8 train
    Good to see then come up, when we wore pony's sun down to sun up
    And money was plentiful you didn't have to keep your chain tucked
    Remember the "Youngsta's" won a talent show they tore shit up
    then in the mid-ninties shit just got crazy
    No more freestyling, with stickup kids snatching chains angry
    Cousins killing cousins for a fucking couple of pennies
    Devil's brought in the crack, and it destroyed the unity
    Brothers getting murdered for a pair of jordan's a shame to see
    The hood go under, many friends i lost their in an eternal slumber
    And knowadays i watch the news and these kids act dumber, and dumber
    Schooling my first born to the ways of the world, she loves summer
    But i where i rest these gangsters are colder than winter
    sometimes they test me, unaware i'm a silent ninja
    Trained to fatally injure, but i'd rather show discipline every agenda
    trying to build , but the hood is real, once i was nearly killed
    you'd think i was a blood shot by a crip the way my blood spilled
    all i could think about was my 2 seeds, is this allah's will?
    I felt the chill of death set in my blood flow
    weather ice cold, the paramedics said i gave em a struggle
    aftermath ruptured shoulder muscles, kid strong like Mutumbo
    i wanted to see the shooter dead, but my queen kept me humble
    reminded me of being there for my seeds, i guess God don't like ugly
    The dude that shot me got murdered robbing a car in 2003
    Last edited by Mantra; 08-12-2008 at 08:07 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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    poetic justice described
    weep for lost babylon,
    the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog
    bordered by a sea of faults,
    fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt
    screaming shots, police and chalk,
    wingless fallen demons walking among us as people...

    -.5Kut

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    Rappers now a day’s release more garbo
    Than trash on the shore by the harbor/
    My lines have been known to cut
    Sharp as your barber/
    Didn’t mean to pardon flow harder get cha game up
    Lift the dumbbells excel past you ringworms/
    I burn on beats wit lines that leak gasoline
    Check the dreams I’m in like Freddy/
    Emcees ain’t ready I dead them quick as a melody
    I’m the remedy to any enemy trying to test me/
    I’m the war machine to your iron man
    Get cha plans in order before you cause your own slaughter/
    I’m the strategic author patriarch of authority speaking on topics
    Given the right call I throw a four-seam fastball past y’all/
    You could bask in my glory
    Or work on words providing to my story/
    When I ever I make history
    I’m disaster to any emcee particularly/
    I got bars launching with the trajectory
    Of warhead that hasn’t been armed yet/
    So if you want to bomb threat I got vets
    Weighing options like a presidential pardons/
    Don’t try n weigh you metaphors against mine
    I outweigh my lines on whale scales when I rhyme/
    Given I’m not even in my prime at a dub-seven
    Trickle flows up to heaven when I evaporate like rain drops/
    On top of rappers that can’t take the pressure
    Like the weight of they own dresser/
    Don’t kill the messenger
    I’m half court pressing you without fully hitting you/

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