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    Iím the cold Go-Bot you couldnít get the drop upon
    My raps dramatize lives into spires wires
    Chain ganging you higher than the ring of fire/
    Open knives driven guises be woven slow Tobin
    Cloning myself shadowy figures be primary chrono triggers/
    Metropolitan armed guided missiles be the gift of shells
    Dwelling in tunnels between heaven and hell/
    Shiloh shalom salaam mental regress ingest suffixes when I roughing it
    Donít give me the ďblahĒ I woo-rah you do-dah rappers
    No sis-bah-boom when I enter the room/
    Internet gym set cyber space ace on the case
    Cabinet crabbiness throwing darts like Elliot Ness/
    Code wall Pocatello rap fire fly stuck on a wall
    A hundred eyes piercing copies in rhyme/
    Dropping vowels similar to anvils
    You can just chillÖlike the ice age/
    Iím the common sense arbitrator
    Ripper from the Empire State/
    Congratulate donít get cha noodle tied in a bunch
    I flip more modes that donít exactly mix/

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    yo Sheepish-

    your style is straight up inspirational man-

    you dont give a DAMN on some 9th prince ghostface or rza-

    you be makin flows work-

    keep doin you bro-

    peace g-

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    'Forked tongue make painful kisses...........and fam, when you talk, then the angels listen.'

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    im a Section nine henchman, hired assassin murderin hitmen
    ten by ten they came and ten by ten they were slain/
    my brain fermentes sugar cane, cannabolize cannabis strains
    mandibols mechinized excerise minds open like parosols/
    spinning around like carasouls, yall spit heresy more additives then dairy
    carry on with the bullshit sing song, only sing along with a war song/
    in battles i practise chi gong, long fist strikes for if loss of gun or knife
    might of hercules wisdom of aristole, lost notes found afloat in bottles/
    cast adrift discovered by fisherman ships, gifts handed down through written scripts
    then to verbal transmit, admist dark days my words were still inked on page/
    clay tablets of sanskrit, depict angels with golden wing tips, emerged from tar pits
    flaming sword upon hips, and his feet shone of polished bronze blindingly sick

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    wow B-

    had to rewind the first 3 lines twice before movin on-

    illmatic from alpha to omega g-

    peace-

    GOLDEN ARMS REDEMPTION



    'Forked tongue make painful kisses...........and fam, when you talk, then the angels listen.'

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    mc's ate like rice and peas drive the bus running over my enemies
    I'm not easy to see my seeds lyrically diseased
    Masters we meet and cheap caliber shots leave their meat all over streets
    prolific scripted scroll honor the masses praise him like Obama
    History in the making back breaking attacks bone aching drama
    Catch scholars poping shit grabbing scholarships sniper shots greet their hips
    they fall back and do the twist before they no longer exist
    And i'll beat a cat to a furball if they call me a son of a bitch
    I'm a son of a queen abandoned by my pops left alone boxing heavyweights in the ring
    with no experience but shadowboxing the greatest of all times mocking
    Cops cockblocking vanilla shakes i still get them hearts ackhey break
    Heads hate me to death talk that i was one of the greats at my wake
    Ice cream with my cake i milk the cow and shit on the fake
    Excuse my baking tactics attract an acctress like Brad Pitt
    Ride with dookie sacks on 5th avenue Saks Fifth
    Big hands smash pounds of piff skunk smelling odors kid
    Juices drip down Japenese lady legs on the list not Craig
    a spade is a spade i'm top grade hustling with big blades
    Don't understand how cats are paid in full feeling miserable
    Oh they lack the degrees to relax and live life at ease
    Rap about club shit everyone's thug bit to me
    Think it's ok taking a hit of coke or pop some ecstasy
    Until they overdose i'm at wakes with a rose colored black
    No turning back from death my fate is blessed
    Steps sketched from baby steps to final departure
    On my casket it'll read here lies a bomb dropper
    Golden glove boxer the only thing that kept him calm, was his queen, trees, and opera
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    Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
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    The scriptures i right aren't righteous to a God
    When i was out there starving i was getting money without a job
    I was a door without a knob a good for nothing slob
    leather face mask for an easy task drug dealers robbed
    these last days hard stay on guard or get blown off guard
    Crowned kings rarely last positions grasped by snipers armed
    if Christ can't save you wtf are you doing ringing alarms
    weather was warm when we swarmed whoever in our way harmed
    words born even after death in the black sweat suit vexed
    From New Jersey to Brooklyn crooks caught in the Nets
    Notify your next of kin we butcher men with shogun sword effects
    As the devils run but find no protection from the hex



    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 cannot spit cha game tightly
    whitely i rightly respect thee/
    my flow be G all naturally
    capsule leaving most hasty and waste of flesh/
    didn't cha guess check the darts
    I display without works of fire/
    i never lounge i crowd the set
    and watch cha blooper like “America's Funniest Home Videos”/
    oops didn't mean to poo-poo you shining moment
    never condolence I'm a proponent of flows from the high atonement/
    now you growing up backwards you don't got no missle arm cannon
    you can't best the even when i'm even as steven i stay dreaming/
    scam a reason breeze partly my forte be Joseph, John and Peter
    being a “Benjamin” I deliver commute lines never reciprocate feelings/
    drill a minor i rather breath a seizure most couldn't rhyme a distance
    given darts i play wit members than quitage taking out all who got spitage/
    grip a griffin been out on the road wit sickness infected
    sick when I'm injected substance making sure one monkey stops the show/
    rock the blow knock more lines than any white substantive combine
    open minds top out blocks that get shocked out when building sky scrappers
    hold cha balls i'm not Nader i'm the Microphone version of “Darth Vader”/

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    e'ryone is serious like the game aint fun
    ignoring the comic genius of the fu and peter gunz
    dudes wanna be hard but dey wifey say dey soft
    bitches never got in but hos say they fell off
    so fuck off fo I go off and take off on yo ass

    dudes all the same rhymin with no reason
    dudes got no heat but saying dey heathens
    saying dey fiyah and fuck da police
    shouldn't you be saying 'fuck da fire chief?'
    get on, get a move on fo I put a beatin on yo ass

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    Back to the basics I’m out the matrix
    Never Neo I’m the Zeo to any trio trying be finito/
    Open minds never trifling off the odor oxidizing
    Rhyming like acid melting through your skulls/
    My brain is submarine hull
    You cannot compute anything I spit until you re-read it/
    Figure the darts; figure the sparks I spit so sick
    That you’ll be trampled and stomped on Black Friday/
    My lines be veins pumping out the theorizing
    Focused on how break down flows like molecule eymzines/
    I don’t need cha chider chatter next up to bat
    Come at me wit more LCD than anything consider PLASMA/
    I scatter you pixels on your screen
    Leaving you bent more than light beams/
    If you scream nobody going to be able
    To compress your sound at 120 BPM/
    Verbally I’m dirt never cemented rhymes I tend to end cha wit
    Give you the anchor I never cut I just smash n grab/
    Leave you stable as slab once we engrave your last to rites
    I leave the scene wit more mask’ on than gloves/

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    gutter toxic sewage spew age my crew true to duck strays
    And stop rats trying to advance in this matrix maze
    The indo innovates my inner strength
    it's obvious i carve they faint bring annihilation to the ranks
    Easy access to the churches my verses subdue those worthless saints
    Panther fangs dig in the flesh a cannibal Hannibal mess
    Generation X stressed they'd rather die than settle for less
    16 years old old earth threw me out the nest
    The war cry assembled allies the meetings of vets
    Living for a cause that started in lobbies, and halls
    Divorce my mic never it's a live and die for law
    keep it raw from Montana to Montreal
    On horseback my force raps killed mounties and all
    every human stand up and take heed to the final call
    growl of a rapid dog a tranquilizer couldn't calm
    my background mixed like Malcolm X's mom
    Crabs alarmed of how i wasn't harmed in the blaze
    I been out with their mistress she wanted her donuts glazed
    Like it or not linguistics i jot hot inferno burning spots
    Instruction they'll follow or get cherry popped
    So much blood on your streets the state will rename them Berry blocks



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

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    i be the verbal sharp shoota,
    exposin ya chest like waitress at hooters,
    packin the hookas,

    with the greenest of herbs,
    fuck all that corny ass rappin the shit is absurd,
    its pcp mu fuckas we just wanna be heard,

    4 the bond on our word!

    so fuck all ya hatin ass bitches,
    my name ring bells from the port of ritches,
    down to the one with the bridges,
    blowing tha door of the hinges,
    we keeps it infectious like dirty syringes,
    cocane binges,

    is the shit promote,
    cookin and rockin the coke, make them inhale the fuckin smoke till they choke!
    nikkaz know skampoe aint no joke, we stay spittin it dope!
    while deez niggaz is baggin up soap,

    try and book dat on the corner,
    give it a minute nigga u gone be a goner,

    ya rap style is crummy,
    i bust the dope moves on ya dummies, fuck around i'll put 4 in ya tummy, dat'll darken ur day when its sunny,
    i got ur your girl giving me money just to say that she know me, so i let her hop on my dick like a playboy bunny,



    this the swagger jacker, hes the pulmonary im the heart attacker,
    even if he was a bitch i swear to god i would slap her!
    ya claim that im wak but the stat prove that u wacker,

    i drop a few jews better than the doods on the track, i do, force back the largest of crews! with the mac!
    we bringin the lyrics back into the hiphop almanac with this rap!
    and for the record mu fucka we aint never gon stop!

    THE REAL PCP

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    Golden sun arches kinetic marches meet the poetry sparker
    title fight heavyweight nigga dropper seed pushes the walker
    we got the meet the parkers weight using tre-8's to annihilate
    soon to be late snakes sent to hell gates gats to heads of fakes
    Heads needle in the balloon pop from a up close and personal shot
    cats try to give me they money fuck that give me your block
    Victims saying they heard that line before like everything i spit is hot
    shot or acquitted stay on the low like a lizard
    with the scully on fuck a fitted get it!
    done beat seven footers to the size of midgets



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

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    Metaphors pour like waterfalls leaving the streets a flood
    Speak in blood fuck an instrumental I'll beat the rug
    always murder with the leather gloves on with a snug fit
    bases loaded your struck out from a thugs pitch
    swords leave mugs ripped when i was young i was a bugged kid
    that collected insects and delegated with Grimm sets
    that held it down and ripped nets blood on my new jersey
    causalities of war for whoever said James isn't worthy
    every morning i spit crack and serve the fiends early
    arms burly drag a player by his hair curly
    Cool winning cool losing high blood pressure students
    that inherited the anger lone man in the ranger
    slam and scorch you smokers of new ports
    rush Limbaugh up north axe in his head support
    street court hammer holding judge
    Holler at me like a pug and your families mourning your love
    Burn the flag with the drugs beat all cases
    smoking aces with the weapon that destroys faces
    days slip like old man on black ice
    Have you hiding forever like a rat right
    Wrong strong another donkey nigga murdered by Kong
    dimes with the thongs get hit like gongs
    I'm living dead wrong still living with my head gone
    Cast the castration on the bandits while they're playing PlayStation
    bull stay raging until I'm deceased or caged in
    middle finger to made men and c.i.a. federal agents
    I'm strengthened by meditation keep the vodka 5th
    stash the hashish in the stash box pigs are coming quick
    hoes saying i smell nasty bitch I'm the 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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    Heavy medal medallion rests on the kings chests
    Rocking boats bulletproof can't bust shots through my seamstress
    Sometimes i seem stressed like a yuppie rocking jeans not pressed
    Fall back and just rest recollecting life's effects
    I left the block a while back go through same fiends on the crack
    same dealers, crooked cops, and rats
    Deathtraps, depressed cats, that will happily clap for stacks
    I max certain of a rich future i tutored some shooters
    Made soldiers out of rock users, the blind shots blew them
    Off the map i don't watch my watch i watch my back
    More concerned with the front men pulling stunts
    Greedy family want a percentage of what i own
    Don't give in got me feeling disowned
    Therapy is this poem, tired of fools throwing stones
    Houses shatter everyday another matter
    Still i get the paper , while they catch vapors and get madder
    Workout more on the holidays cause that's when the belly get fatter



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

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    Section 9, show these crabs how to rhyme, I'll teach em to read/
    I could give demons the Bread of Life, but I got deacons to feed/
    so these twelve seats is reserved for my closest followers to eat/
    I'll forcefeed y'all these manna flakes while they swallowin meat/
    from water to wine, you fatherin filth and ya daughter is swine/
    ya altar is mine, chasin the chosen race but you fallin behind/
    ya lines might be well done, sun, but I'm too raw wit the rhyme/
    I'll put a stake in the heart of ya dart, withdrawin the grime/
    I soften the shine just to allow you to take a stab in the dark/
    is you havin the heart to compete wit pistols packed in the park/
    slack from the start, face fear for the fact that infinity calls/
    to the point where you poise powerless and piss in ya draws/
    you ain't listenin, dog, you must be lost in the midst of the fog/
    in the mist of the bog, get thrown to the pits and the hogs/
    I'm smokin spliffs in the halls covered in gang lit on the walls/
    ain't no righteousness in the Law, you ain't listen to Paul/
    I'm shootin straight like piss in a stall, so my conscience silent/
    holy water in my canteen, keep my hands clean like Pontius Pilate/
    my monstrous tyrants is vile and violent like Somalian pirates/
    and at the sound of the sirens we firin and volleyin hydrants....
    Image is everything except the truth.

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