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    High fashion on the runway my style shine like a sun ray
    High beam ya scheme trip to the resurrection is oneway
    some say son may be a High Priest with a Killah glance
    my High resolution cause confusion some get loss in a trance
    it's ya Highness whose tibits of exhibits are the finest
    feast the masterpiece it's sure to cure your blindness
    i desgin this to grind this into powder for your nose to devour
    get a whiff of this High power that will blown your mind off the tower
    High wire you stalk if come at me with slick talk
    charge the volt or bolt High watts shock peel ya plot like Peter Falk
    How High Am I out your reach don't even try
    cuz you seek what you don't know and what you know is a lie
    i fly by the High way inhale the fumes as you zoom my way
    play with me you better flee like Smokey in Friday
    i'm from the High coast where Mos blow a cloud in the wind
    ride the ascension to my dimension
    train of thought comes around ever now and then
    i vow to win any battleground i'm found stompin' in
    Highlander y'all must've forgot i still chop
    there can only be one in the end
    dark matter i gather pack the light tight and let it spiral
    galatical tactics jedi mind gymnastics give you an eye full
    High command in Wonderland i stand against any rival
    feel the Malice as i show you the black hole of the rifle....
    "Fuck fame... I'll shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim." - Masta Killah (One Blood)

    "Kiss the pyramid...experiment wit high explosives. I slap box wit Jesus....lick shots at Joseph." - GFK (Daytona 500)

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    dark matter i gather pack the light tight and let it spiral
    galatical tactics jedi mind gymnastics give you an eye full
    High command in Wonderland i stand against any rival
    feel the Malice as i show you the black hole of the rifle

    fucking sick shit son!!



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    Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
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    majestic been tested like battery charges son we the rawest
    knowing the science of life, and dollars tag your collars
    rip your fleece increase the crew crease to decrease the beef
    stripes glow-in-the-dark my sparks lit city streets
    be in the battle childish emcee's will never get my motto
    shot down from a thrown bottle my domes bravo
    hollow-headed your tones pathetic i be where the broads go
    these emcee's are panty hoes giving in to odds though



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    Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
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    Quote Originally Posted by J.T.S. View Post
    dark matter i gather pack the light tight and let it spiral
    galatical tactics jedi mind gymnastics give you an eye full
    High command in Wonderland i stand against any rival
    feel the Malice as i show you the black hole of the rifle

    fucking sick shit son!!
    thx fam...
    "Fuck fame... I'll shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim." - Masta Killah (One Blood)

    "Kiss the pyramid...experiment wit high explosives. I slap box wit Jesus....lick shots at Joseph." - GFK (Daytona 500)

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    my style you can't tackle or grapple
    it's made from best stuff on earth like snapple
    lines are magical not like Disney but will attract you
    snap ya shackles and take you on a needed sabbatical
    give you a chance to enhance acquire new skills to dance
    against my snake vs crane stance to the next level advance
    magic arms can't harm the celtic clover charm
    you can run wild and foul while i gun...and 1
    clock stop i take a free shot now game over time's done
    i keep pots and pans full leak through your roof that you thought was foolproof
    drip drop nonstop Chinese torture the booth
    no spoof the original suspect you seek with the usual tucked technique
    that speak volumes to those who peak
    off mountains tops i leap and float down to the street
    where i compete not for a rep but just respect when we meet
    trick or treat every end of October i'm never sober
    creep like Michael Myers riding in back of your range rover
    heat holders become toy soldiers they play off my buzz
    light years i steer gray beard grew from peach fuzz
    i can contact my clan and plan a white collar crime
    or get sublime rip open your mind and unravel the design
    but showing these crabs how to rhyme is my favorite past time....
    "Fuck fame... I'll shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim." - Masta Killah (One Blood)

    "Kiss the pyramid...experiment wit high explosives. I slap box wit Jesus....lick shots at Joseph." - GFK (Daytona 500)

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    it's all good until i bring the grief to your chief's the battle was brief
    turning you cattle to beef sow what you reaped we make heaps out off lost sheep
    my slaughters so discreet i'm deeper than satan's army
    God-u on me performing strongly backstage banging a blondie
    more followers than king and gandhi talking about martin Luther not rodney
    caught you creeping on some happy face shit you thought you bombed me
    but i escaped with a few scrapes he gave chase my sword greeted his face
    ate his meal without saying grace his final words were hate
    Me and wis wifey chose a spot by the late to mate, and congregate
    a future toast with milk from a goat know i'm wearing his robes
    off parole the god played his role rolled and slayed his foes
    tagged the coffins with my initials the writing of a hip-hop official
    let the priest say his peace after he buried you with a pistol
    his whole family respect my methods as i was crowned with a crown made of diamonds, and crystals
    Last edited by Mantra; 05-20-2010 at 11:33 AM.



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    Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
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    Quote Originally Posted by J.T.S. View Post
    tt's all good until i bring the grief to your chief's the battle was brief
    turning you cattle to beef sow what you reaped we make heaps out off lost sheep
    my slaughters so discreet i'm deeper than satan's army
    God-u on me performing strongly backstage banging a blondie
    more followers than king and gandhi talking about martin Luther not rodney
    caught you creeping on some happy face shit you thought you bombed me
    but i escaped with a few scrapes he gave chase my sword greeted his face
    ate his meal without saying grace his final words were hate
    Me and wis wifey chose a spot by the late to mate, and congregate
    a future toast with milk from a goat know i'm wearing his robes
    off parole the god played his role rolled and slayed his foes
    tagged the coffins with my initials the writing of a hip-hop official
    let the priest say his peace after he buried you with a pistol
    his whole family respect my methods as i crowned with a crown made of diamonds, and crystals
    niice...
    "Fuck fame... I'll shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim." - Masta Killah (One Blood)

    "Kiss the pyramid...experiment wit high explosives. I slap box wit Jesus....lick shots at Joseph." - GFK (Daytona 500)

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    crash your concourse with calm force fatal strikes are worse
    than a execution find a soultion before verbal intercourse
    i enter courts give the judge the finger got a bid of course
    good found a style to lock down instead of balling on a ball-court
    used to be short but the kid grew step up kicks, and blows for you
    fuck a devil rule my son's schooled to sub-due what theyr'e trying to do
    make my seeds systematic i think not didn't see the gun but i called shots



    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
    crash your concourse with calm force fatal strikes are worse
    than a execution find a soultion before verbal intercourse
    i enter courts give the judge the finger got a bid of course
    good found a style to lock down instead of balling on a ball-court
    used to be short but the kid grew step up kicks, and blows for you
    fuck a devil rule my son's schooled to sub-due what theyr'e trying to do
    make my seeds systematic i think not didn't see the gun but i called shots

    dead punks in trunks full of beats
    coming with contemporary rhymes/
    oxymoron's get xeroxed and copied
    thinking you can rock with a lyricist like Sheep/
    never hated just civilizing savages
    mastering global domination in paragraphs/
    optimal rockers stay plotting on your weakness
    bequeath the sequence, you couldn't repeat this with several pens/
    my armies armed with Tommy's dropping roaches and rats
    like loths of salammi, you can't trail tears behind me/

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    Quote Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS View Post
    dead punks in trunks full of beats
    coming with contemporary rhymes/
    oxymoron's get xeroxed and copied
    thinking you can rock with a lyricist like Sheep/
    never hated just civilizing savages
    mastering global domination in paragraphs/
    optimal rockers stay plotting on your weakness
    bequeath the sequence, you couldn't repeat this with several pens/
    my armies armed with Tommy's dropping roaches and rats
    like loths of salammi, you can't trail tears behind me/

    stained to substain the sanity my beauty vanity
    glorious to explore her fanatsies vanished me
    float in the lagoon then put the flag in the moon
    territory chosen the end closing so soon
    true with the stew steward tunes
    obligated to obligations oblivious incarcerations
    locked waiting awaiting the rhymefest
    dine fest the diamond dishes fed to your highness
    time this watches on wrists tactics i twist
    grant your wish the wish-master
    trick trash ya convertible drop top get-a-way-car
    spit a-way far to cremate the core of your bars
    rode the ark to arkansas we swoop the falcon squad
    bumble buzz snatch your love don't cross me cuzz
    crab catcher test you like brain teasers
    rain reaper release the heat for the seeker
    cheap with the cheeba session closed
    dressed with gold thugging in your code
    don't say zip files on rip trials i skipped
    codes cracked feedback ripped
    tooth chipped like esco let's go
    prey on your mantis hit the canvas cold
    the cannibal of emcee's flows
    victory flaw-less my block law-less
    discover my discography it's the rawest
    your knowledge is retail drama comes we bail
    we train posted by the rails inside my heart is hell
    minds heaven i can't be mentally shackled
    one pop your cracked and shamefully tackled
    pay the tabs in the tabernacle or i'll puncture adam's apple
    Last edited by Mantra; 05-26-2010 at 11:24 AM.



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

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    Daaayum... Hotfire

    THE REAL PCP

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    peace skamp



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

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    as you scamper acrosss the landscape trying to escape
    Sun splash shadows that follow every move you make
    Moon glow quick to show all the spots you creep to
    even synagogues and temples can't keep you from the evils
    that peep you and that you try to sleep thru
    past lives and fast knives coming at you from all angles
    ghosts haunt and while Mos taunt carving thoughts that mangle
    full circle dirt that was buried resurfaces even in the mildest climate
    your virtue will desert you once a calm breeze blows up your work like an assignment
    the stars alignment could guide you through the wilderness like a tribesman
    but you can't hide once you subscribe to sin fate takes even the livest men
    your options are droppin' and getting rather slim
    pray for forgiveness holy water you can bathe in and swim
    but it won't wash away the reality in which you spin
    the end is getting grim quicker then you could've calculated
    but this knowledge you should've sought once the Gods and Earths copulated...
    "Fuck fame... I'll shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim." - Masta Killah (One Blood)

    "Kiss the pyramid...experiment wit high explosives. I slap box wit Jesus....lick shots at Joseph." - GFK (Daytona 500)

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    just try and fix it spit liquid I am swordsmen amen to any boards-men
    we clutching pens use of blades be chopping at the bit/
    i'm from the surround 9 redistricted in sections
    chaos didn't arrive it was sprung by fountains of war/
    shooting goals, my scores be plots pointed anointed
    taxation without rhymes i'm representing what's not magic/
    i'm static clutching classics when shit get's touched
    it's a bullet rush dusted by angels who didn't love/
    hated the shrubs i'm buried in from the fall
    I took I had not clutch like “The Black Mamba”/
    come out cha cave, mines is filled with crows and ravens
    saving nothing but carrying those that I hate faking the wakes/
    shaken the stakes, breaking the breaks or get broken
    now i'm whithering away when your steady hoping/
    spit cha kick, flick the uppers get cha downed like downers
    I'm no wizards with the flows, just magician with the proses
    close in the charts, blackout cha community til the sparks dwindles/
    so when you diss the 9 I check my ego at the door
    and rip your a new repour devour minds like demons taking souls
    so if you want to tangle with the spitter no hit a quitter flicker
    thinking you got a chance phone up “Blasta Constantine”/

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    the streets burn with each turn hold my toast firm
    the madness begins once his wisdom swallows my sperm
    spread out germs break-out's on faces squishy like worms
    you wouldn't get pull of the piff that i burn
    the God ain't concerned with death he's infinity plus
    i'm like the second shot that rocked the skull of john f. kennedy cuzz
    unleash killer bee's in the club i bought from african bloods
    my methods expected to drain all your bodily fluids and blood
    nigga what? if rap don't work i'm doing amatuer smut
    with two bitches who have a sickness for swallowing nuts
    stay in the cut building my castles with enemies guts
    your silent as fuck still i'm tying you up
    body in the trunk another disciplined monk
    you drop jewels that are light mine are trunk as fuck
    go head and pump it up i'll pin pop it
    powerful phrophet my packs move the drug logic
    i could pull a bird with a mohawk cut for know my hairs nodded
    Last edited by Mantra; 06-03-2010 at 08:30 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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