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    I speak wise plans of demise my mind flies through skies with rhymes that transform 2 crime, my grime equals 2 nickel nines, red laser lines laced mines, deliberately placed ahead of time rewind 4 moves back attack, I fire torch for sport with broad swords slicing vocal cords, I call warlords to bring in fire storms to form the devils horns collect souls scorned, hearts torn out of flesh is my threshold, behold a pale horse which I ride of course my name is death I bring with me famine war & pestilence to set the presents of apocalypse with chaotic sin to torture men to descend to the depths of Hades then feast on their babies it’s how the heavens made me crazy
    Reluctant luck of the draw, break barriers, wordplay aircraft carrier
    Dj's want Revolution, rebels revolve in underground areas
    Protest the prostitution, the institutions bury ya
    Under the rubble, the dirty menace to America
    Shakespere bores me, far away from 40 ounces
    Delivery bouncers, hustler, customer counselers
    Golden glove training, this game i'm claiming
    Affiliated passion, against the ropes rapping
    Flying ninja star action, fiends ask me what's cracking?
    scuff marks on my shoes, challenge groups more to lose
    Less to give, ladies lips bless the kid as he's writing testament
    Sitting in da park taking trips down memory lane i represent
    Facts, g-packs, backpacks, rap bibles, and gats
    Green grenades spray painted black, camaflouge mack
    Street diplomat, thoughts dipped in wax
    Bobcat attacks red eyed rats, crabs watch n relax
    Clean fiends relapse in a finger snap



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

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    the sounds of cracks and gun claps, makes me relax
    shoot at me im forced to shoot back/
    true logic, let me speak on this topic, swollen optics
    blind sight yet i still fight/
    through any project, mind set to rule like ancient kings
    golden robes, diamond rings/
    its war i bring to achieve these things, call me a war monger
    or barbarian, dont give two fucks who im slayin/
    give artrosity to the name of democracy, with vicious policies
    i run entire countries, no policing just militaries/
    people hidin its to scary, some get a little daring,
    try and speak up, have your wife say goodbye darling/
    it started from little groups and bands, rival clans
    each one is in my hand/
    the plan is invade every land, fuck there last stand
    its a take over, so take cover/
    a military coupe, just to throw in the face of
    political goofs/
    Last edited by THE MASON; 09-11-2008 at 10:04 AM.

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    broke heads token legs open arms get nailed body parts
    shot wit guns that rapid shit on you closed caption/
    rappers battling are just “sophisticated babbling”
    talking about Athena when you trying to deal wit flows like a seminal/
    raps are gleaners shining swords are meaner greenery be beenies
    i rock silm line minds drop bombs down your spine wit pills/
    grill roast coasts folks are get blown from the smoke
    i choke folks wit forearm smashes crashing boards/
    while i jack your session for notebooks and laptops
    thinking you dropping stocks my flows are the market it stops/
    I'm the NASA before the money got passed through NASDAQ
    stocked wit stacks so black it's a pitch away from killing eye balls/
    I hoot when you blow like fish from ginsue spit through you like glass on windows
    now spinning on in chairs that offices don't bare they just witness everything/
    now you sinning governmental experimental crack minds diamond tip grips
    slip through blips on the radar are you hard my mark be “check” seeing dollars/
    polly never rally dolly daddy mack caddy push pass puss my shit don't bush
    i fuss wit flows that never touch clutch a line i never rushed when your dusted/
    buring you rappers wit more notices than spies in the CIA
    i wait for no man to give me a way in so i can find her coochie/
    i speak it lightly loosely get cha goose cooked my off the books
    shank high low now you breaking ankles like think tank manuals/

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    Quote Originally Posted by J.T.S. View Post
    Reluctant luck of the draw, break barriers, wordplay aircraft carrier
    Dj's want Revolution, rebels revolve in underground areas
    Protest the prostitution, the institutions bury ya
    Under the rubble, the dirty menace to America
    Shakespere bores me, far away from 40 ounces
    Delivery bouncers, hustler, customer counselers
    Golden glove training, this game i'm claiming
    Affiliated passion, against the ropes rapping
    Flying ninja star action, fiends ask me what's cracking?
    scuff marks on my shoes, challenge groups more to lose
    Less to give, ladies lips bless the kid as he's writing testament
    Sitting in da park taking trips down memory lane i represent
    Facts, g-packs, backpacks, rap bibles, and gats
    Green grenades spray painted black, camaflouge mack
    Street diplomat, thoughts dipped in wax
    Bobcat attacks red eyed rats, crabs watch n relax
    Clean fiends relapse in a finger snap
    Word to the World Trade terrorize the wordplay & slay flows, hey hoe I quick to tussle, scuffle & take over hustles, move muscle, I’ll fuck you plus your trainer UP, a no brainer, YUP! I’m rugged as fuck, mix martial arts up with knees, elbows & golden slugs, leave em with swollen mugs, run with gully thugs is wut money does, I laugh ha-ha you say funny stuff, talk about Santana then call your self a diplomat just a silly fact, truth is niggas is really ass, put to rest your testament really fast 9 millie stash, stack cold cash & sip henny & past the reefers then go perform live out the speakers at underground arenas, thuged out demeanor spiting ether

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    Dick 'em Down Like a Basket,
    The Daddy Caddy Casket,
    Wit Plushed Out Cush' Shit
    ,
    I Think I Got a Little Bush In My Finger,
    Always Ready to Pull Shit.
    I'm a Downside Aura,
    Gettin Crafty Left Oral.
    Keep A Shot of Vodka in my Oral,
    Gemstar Razor in my Oral,
    Unleash It On 'em, When I Gotta,
    Flaunt or Taunt On 'em How I'm Harder Than They Is.
    I'm Flippin Up They Wigs,
    Like Their Feet had a Pedal.
    Fill Ya Mouth wit Straight SPlit,
    Yeah, My Cock is All Metal.
    Jack Off in a Pretty Barrel,
    That's the Darryl Hunt in Me,
    Get Me? Leavin' Peril for You Cunts,
    Get The Picture, I'm a Walkin' Dictionary,
    Ask Me Ask Me, I Got Plenty-enty Shits to Say,
    Often Wholesome Clips to Spray,
    "Ay! Walk Straight, Faggot,
    Master ya DIE.
    "
    You Motherfuckers Don't Know The Streets,
    And IF You Did, Then, Then You Prolly Wouldn't Wanna Live The Life.
    That's Real for You Suckas.
    Punk Cocksuckas, When They See Me, Lips Pucker.


    (click the Darryl Hunt link, you'll get the punch)



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    Danger you should of pulled it, I dont need da a tool kid! we could slap box, I promise not to cut you wit the ox I’ll keep it easy keep talking greasy doe, I’ll show the streetz believe me, born & bread it can’t leave me. I’ll save the amo doe, Calling niggaz out is what I’m about, clout with da goonz, I’m a bit out of tune not fully there truthfully I don’t fucking care, they don’t make em like us no more we’re rare cold stares beware chea gunz in the air, we got show cases come show faces Another one wants to be Shady stop talking crazy fact is you look like Lady I’ll stop there & spare you, …maybe

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    I can “Doomilate” you fumigate
    Rhyme debate be battles of humiliating fate/
    That get gravel savage rap Kelvin temputure
    Mastering darts that move you like Melvin/
    I can “Undertake” your break beats put loops on rebate
    Watch me rip a reprieve thieve minds leave bodies wit no souls/
    I’m golden chose darts frozen blow throw cheese cake
    Casket boil breaks stimulate mental breaks when you snap, pop and crackle/
    Tackle you “wackos” like “jacko” tabloid void you decoys wit darts I deploy
    I “Sean” everything when I “Price” anything now you disagree wit me on everything/
    Junior members get it like a cold day in the winter wit ice splinters up theirs
    My fears be faced like the “man in the mirror” now you want to spear me/
    The have not half knot rock stock hop scotch you blotch my mind rocks
    Found fire fox hire hawks grapple words I wrap thrills wit bills kid/

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    yo nice dart lord

    Hellfire heatseeker, dissolve the system like sugar, in a cup of
    acid, pussys to placid/
    remastered, bullets rattled and shattered, window pains, old men
    walk around with canes/
    stray dogs, wars are always followed by thick fog, cloud cover
    due to thick smog/
    revelate in my own thoughts, the lessons of battle taught,
    still smell all the people shot/
    burning corpses, seeing angels, accompanied by heavenly choruses
    trumpents, time seems frozen/
    fulfilment of my godly omens, soul controllin the physical, warrior status
    through ancient ritual/
    monumental, the elite assassinate presidental leaders, influentual
    changin history, the timelines only temporary/
    shit moves on, war wages on, every wants to be the king lion
    lord of the jungle, while i remain humble/
    watch civilization crumble, the drunk man stumbles, speaks more knowledge
    then dude who goes to college/
    speaks of prophets and holy commands, looks to me, says
    you are born a sun of man/
    you are the holder of the master plan, raises his hand, disappears
    into the mist over the land/

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    You can write cha own obituary like “Alonzo Harris”
    Cuz “King Kong ain’t got shit on me” ain’t that right when I write/
    Strike a match, I’m a “burn this bitch down”
    Leaving you destine to fight over the crown/
    Hip hop is the new “WWE” and as you can see
    We always “wrestling” wit each other we always vying for a title fight/
    We ain’t “boxing” and “don king” ain’t involved in it
    But if he was we’d have an “undisputed” champion/
    I’m a at my pantheon of rhyme sharp as 24 karat diamond
    Now you are weak as cubic zirconium so you can take your phony ass home/
    Throw darts at cha dome wit less lethal aim than the “Angle Slam”
    Breaking you back in more places than spinal columns you have/
    Personally I don’t give tow fucks if you’re worth a million
    Cuz my flows are a billion time sicker when I infect your crew that much quick/
    I write so much “Lil Wanye” should hire me as his ghost writer
    I’m so nice all these ghost got frighten and stop writing and started jacking bicycle tires/
    So when do I have to punch in my flows leave you wit so many lumps
    I’d thought cha got thumped by a “UFC fighter” or “Mike Tyson” in his prime/
    Don’t try n drop them “Office Max” copy flops
    my shit don’t print “black and white” it’s all in “color” bitch/

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    Quote Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS View Post
    You can write cha own obituary like “Alonzo Harris”
    Cuz “King Kong ain’t got shit on me” ain’t that right when I write/
    Strike a match, I’m a “burn this bitch down”
    Leaving you destine to fight over the crown/
    Hip hop is the new “WWE” and as you can see
    We always “wrestling” wit each other we always vying for a title fight/
    We ain’t “boxing” and “don king” ain’t involved in it
    But if he was we’d have an “undisputed” champion/
    I’m a at my pantheon of rhyme sharp as 24 karat diamond
    Now you are weak as cubic zirconium so you can take your phony ass home/
    Throw darts at cha dome wit less lethal aim than the “Angle Slam”
    Breaking you back in more places than spinal columns you have/
    Personally I don’t give tow fucks if you’re worth a million
    Cuz my flows are a billion time sicker when I infect your crew that much quick/
    I write so much “Lil Wanye” should hire me as his ghost writer
    I’m so nice all these ghost got frighten and stop writing and started jacking bicycle tires/
    So when do I have to punch in my flows leave you wit so many lumps
    I’d thought cha got thumped by a “UFC fighter” or “Mike Tyson” in his prime/
    Don’t try n drop them “Office Max” copy flops
    my shit don’t print “black and white” it’s all in “color” bitch/
    Butcher party, remains of the bodies in the trunk of a stolen Maserati
    Verbal intercourse karate
    characteristics to leave em bodied
    God wilder than Gotti
    sky high cash stacks stacked can't charge me
    I reign from not being arraigned, my lifestyle changed
    Hands hard as canes, i'm not Game i don't drop names
    No truck chains, rings, or diamonds in a watch
    Feds hopscotch to watch me walk the blocks
    Gyms where i box, studio's, to weed spots
    Can't stop my stocks, i'm hard as my knocks
    Street hustlings dead
    still clocking government bread
    Know they want my head on a platter
    Face the batter, acid assualt
    Your faults got you thrown in the asphalt
    My cash talk, vegetarian hawk
    Got the game locker locked
    Mastery key mover, in the shadows with shooters
    I don't give a shoot, i'll shoot those perverts in hooters
    colorful methods from a magnetic shepard
    Hardheads in hell living wreckless
    Beefs leave em breathless
    protect your kneck pissed
    Pitch drunk drunken monk
    my sword rip your flesh
    Thick chunks flying from the firing impact of the pump
    left competition slumped, and stumped
    Last edited by Mantra; 09-15-2008 at 02:30 PM.



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    Quote Originally Posted by Bronze Feet View Post
    yo nice dart lord

    Hellfire heatseeker, dissolve the system like sugar, in a cup of
    acid, pussys to placid
    remastered, bullets rattled and shattered,

    revelate in my own thoughts, the lessons of battle taught,
    still smell all the people shot
    burning corpses, seeing angels, accompanied by heavenly choruses
    trumpents,
    fulfilment of my godly omens, soul controllin the physical, warrior status
    through ancient ritual
    monumental, the elite assassinate presidental leaders, influentual
    changin history,
    watch civilization crumble, the drunk man stumbles, knowledge
    you are the holder of the master plan, raises his hand, disappears
    into the mist over the land/

    Damn your coming with some heat! nasty, nasty!



    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
    Butcher party, remains of the bodies in the trunk of a stolen Maserati
    Verbal intercourse karate
    characteristics to leave em bodied
    God wilder than Gotti
    sky high cash stacks stacked can't charge me
    I reign from not being arraigned, my lifestyle changed
    Hands hard as canes, i'm not Game i don't drop names
    No truck chains, rings, or diamonds in a watch
    Feds hopscotch to watch me walk the blocks
    Gyms where i box, studio's, to weed spots
    Can't stop my stocks, i'm hard as my knocks
    Street hustlings dead
    still clocking government bread
    Know they want my head on a platter
    Face the batter, acid assualt
    Your faults got you thrown in the asphalt
    My cash talk, vegetarian hawk
    Got the game locker locked
    Mastery key mover, in the shadows with shooters
    I don't give a shoot, i'll shoot those perverts in hooters
    colorful methods from a magnetic shepard
    Hardheads in hell living wreckless
    Beefs leave em breathless
    protect your kneck pissed
    Pitch drunk drunken monk
    my sword rip your flesh
    Thick chunks flying from the firing impact of the pump
    left competition slumped, and stumped
    Take the bar exam
    you won't last past the first section of my lyrical examination/
    creating so many scenarios you brain goes into self destruct mode
    my flow is a tornado before hurricanes and land slides i rhyme/
    divide cha mind into 40 different sections correctly incepting darts
    miss your mark my heart be lock down like kanye's now/
    i grow gigantic spit so sick infect a whole community leaving rappers immune to me
    now you getting buried like the tomb of the unknown i'm cold/
    break your frame into pieces without deciphering my doctorate
    I'm optional like the running play you can pass it to me every time/
    I'm “Team Obliterater” emcee exploitater you ain't no bulldog like the hoyts
    i spoil shit quicker than benzino lost the source versus XXL/
    I'm huffing while you just puffing garbo
    My heat seeks ya for a fest so i can roast you like lunch meat/
    I'm excelling past the field test exam cipher's best
    I teach rapper how to smack them selves when they rap/
    so if you wanna buzz like bees i read cha loud and clear
    I'm strapped in military gear cutting you wit more wires
    than launching mortars in the line of fire/
    so if you rhyming sharp as a diamond
    I'm tighter than a virgin before she gave head/
    my lines be so dirty i made “Vin Diesel” ask who's the real “XXX”
    what's next you wanna sky dive off mount everest while emceeing the best/
    i stress more heart than “double d” vixens wit more tricks than a rabbit
    i beef wit emcees when I'm roasting my sandwich
    after i turn the cameras off i go cannibal on you/ and get canibus on you ripping bars so hard cha brain goes from genius to stuttering retard
    if you can't rip then why try n flip vocab that leaves the pad blanker than paint on the wall drying/
    Last edited by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS; 09-16-2008 at 12:08 AM.

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    Lyrical ninja, the cell to the splinter, cold hearted like winter
    enter my cipher, swiped like wiper/
    water on the windshield, the reason for circles in your field, yield to
    the greatest, lest we forget/
    rememberance becomes severance, track cost six pence, hence
    i step over the fence/
    just rhymin for designin, not for the purpose of shinin, im constantly climbin
    through elevation, not seeking gratification/
    unless from self, i stay tighter then anerexic belts, no doubt, the hyper
    Basement Dwella, we shut down labels even Roca - Fella/
    with thoughts calm and sombre, jus one mind, a uni bomber, deadly contra
    and poison sutras, my alter ego, a villianous buddha/

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    Musical coach pulling the roach radiation smoke
    Celebration hoax Captain hook enemy throats
    masters enslaved on boats bury em with dirty dope
    Ransom notes written cyclops vision
    Rouge rip em pendulum destroying mission
    Spin the earth with lyricism lyrics hitting
    Fiber digested all allies arrested
    Free em prisoners of war
    Break through door harpoons hit jaws
    Roundhouse kick out the window law
    Still they stall Maywether punchlines
    low tide smoke out cities die
    Unbelivable like Biggie's mind
    i sizzle shine quicker, picker, upper lines
    From a bouty killer manilla thriller
    Drug the dealer 48 hour Beverly hills cop killer
    Nutty professor cap peeler u homos ought to rap realer
    Weighing in you prey for death before i begin your end
    Last edited by Mantra; 09-16-2008 at 11:16 AM.



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    You ain't got no swag i blast, brag,
    and slag you muffin rag rappers/
    wit no skills you get grilled like beef
    cooking outside for my appetite of destruction/
    quit cha flows y'all blow like hoes
    my throws be backs like flows bee's back/
    whenever i rip i snip the umbilical leaving
    y'all on ya own like a dog's mutha do/
    so if you wanna spit cha swagger
    i dagger, rapier, hold up what cha speak no ingles/
    my angles be obtuse fused wit the noose y'all loose
    i'll cook ya goose dispute cha hold cha compute/
    i reboot leave you deleted trying to reformat my drives
    be the wheelman liver than a sky diver surviving a drop that high/
    don't wonder why i cause drama hold up your mama wanna get involve
    cry me a river you just like justin always busting tears that be more garbo/
    your hardly worth my hollows i shoots through you flow breakers
    when i'm the linebacker sacking you in triplets you can't flip wit/
    my vocab can be southern, northern, eastern, pacific, or prime time meridian
    you ain't got Gideon my rhymes be cemented in the fabric of timex you rocking/
    so don't think you hap-hazard you pasteurize hang you out the dry
    my ionize flow be nines grinding skateboarders be asking how sheep be rhyming/
    when I proliferate flows drill through domes trying unearth the diamond like coal
    I Nate wit kings ring wit bling sing wit slings soul when i get it cold check knowledge/
    Last edited by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS; 09-18-2008 at 02:19 PM.

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