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    In the fortress with the four stressed seems i failed the lord's test
    so i ask for redemption through his message i cleaned the mess
    Less cess more reading the manual for the meeting
    my salvation's under attack my faith has been seasoned
    the internal cleaning on wisdom it seems i'm leaning
    a lonely past puts the future together massive math
    still laidback with a pack to chain-saw ya'll in half
    wolves that never howled just severed ya styles
    shot for the clouds after i left the crowd
    escaped the jakes stampedes and take-downs
    zombie heads sleeping awake know!
    Freedom is a fee to pay murder or misery
    steps to come up from the bottom time will see
    instead of lies we crying foul in god's eyes
    see even the bravest man tears up the day he dies
    they praise thew savages and shoot up the wise
    half my crew is dead so flicks cover the wall like dreads on a rasta's head
    shine my light on the world that's what my umi said


    Quote Originally Posted by .5KutSkeleton View Post
    quoting what Umi said, my role is dutiful and duly impressed
    we are the beautifully brutal,
    our weapons are crucial to ensuring the truth is spread
    in my group I am the Suture, brewing sutras between crews and chefs
    in the future, maybe my math with accuse us of spewing unrest
    left with clues and a set of chess,
    reckless and enthused at the chance at being correct
    we are arrested and our numbers lessened for living lessons
    tortured by search engines and endless messages,
    art kit texts are infected by virulent images and venomous connections
    niice one guys...
    Last edited by MosHigh; 11-16-2010 at 09:42 AM.
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    "Kiss the pyramid...experiment wit high explosives. I slap box wit Jesus....lick shots at Joseph." - GFK (Daytona 500)

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    adaptation to any situation waterfall flows
    carving with deep penetration poetic scrolls
    acrobat abstract flippin' pages of the sages
    soak the word like a sponge and squeeze on all ages
    boomerang aim guard ya fitted when i spit it
    decapitate the lame who nod but don't really get it
    like a blimp i pimp above the game hoes love the name
    praise him on every whim wipe my spirit all over their frame
    kiss the twist i uplift and see what you all miss
    above the rim i swish droppin' em on those who enlist
    serve my block like vet protect the hide of my tribe
    wherever i step respect follows in stride...
    "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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    Slain battling rain taken out cha pain
    stave off your onslaught out cha offense,
    defenses wins games taken out cha lames/
    flavorsome rhymes danish killer clowns from earth
    murk you dirts coming off the derp my twerk be MODOK/
    roam throughout the belligerent now you hence my title
    be how I wild out when the wilcox
    drops I stock on ammo til it don't stop/
    prognosticate dabbling in debates
    awake from the kicks you spitting off/
    claim the forbearance taken a back
    now I am the high score you try for/
    tactically you ain't droving droning pwning get cha owned
    by clones we've developed at CLONE WAR rate/
    come out the dirt, rise from the grave
    I am old mummy never inked up always drenched in blood/
    I got my arms wrapped up with gold bangles that dangle
    SHAZAM, boom, bam you ain't lasting past this fight man/

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    thanks for the props mos high!



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    Love balance bring it wrong another thug silenced from desert eagle talons
    ladies treasure the stallion stability got it by the gallons
    red juice drinking in a green suit all u hornets mute
    when i walk by sharper than a hawks eye
    dark high light wind thoughts spin I'm back again
    talent got me in another inning to win
    ribbon on the newly purchased sword yellow trim
    never been spoon fed reserves act like birds 4 the bread
    take the streets fuck the cred crazy with meds
    got emcee's tripping skipping after the tracks i tread
    unheard of like homeless feds leaving bodies boneless dead
    the poem that's read make friends and associated fanatics
    get at it and you'll be under the country field cabbage
    pestering rabbits machine guns stop the static
    statistics gathered high murder census rate
    you could blindfold me and my senses snake



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

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    slightness the tightness the strike list leave no prints
    my ink pens be darts shot into people like penguin uses umbrellas/
    cinder-block locked targets bark it market start it fart it kiss of the plague
    wager a fuselage on your title belt leave you smelt like metal melted/
    delta enforcer cord tosser click bravado rapidly end cha sentence
    now your clouded in wars thoughts are never ending
    with words wiser than kids on flying dogs named Sebastian/
    master fragments stagnant pageantry battle lures buried in bodies
    thrusting blasts through ya chest plate, leaving no debate/
    they call me Techwon aka The Master of Sha No Jutsu
    bust a few, cobra clutch dope fiend dusted domes rusted clones/
    bluster a few coming off your tron high i wonder why
    colossal failures get printed in "New Wu Times", getting on my grime/
    grind sideline injury you like Achilles emcees steady daring to test
    address the sheep as the deepest type writer fill fighter wired lighter/
    hybrid never given proper insight on why some cats are mental midgets
    y'all niggaz are widgets and apps never used just dollars being abused/
    cue up "A Death's Doormat" and watch Tech rip with ubiquitous technicians
    so unique your seeds are affected, before conception
    connected with the tricks you spitting G too/
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    kiss the sky cloud talk decorate the concrete with grey chalk
    sharpen the blades bought the living beige shark
    every verse art without fights we made marks
    Soloist shift your thoughts into nuetral grounds to embark
    stay lifted ways gifted the shifters grave shifted
    no dismissal the poverty poet with a pistol
    Get you slammed by a geek squad after an eye examination
    over your over exaggeration staggering from the stagnation
    were shaping the shapes justice poetics govern ya mind-state
    just wait and we come with weaponry fresh from Kuwait
    at the show you had a root beer pulling your hair roots in fear
    rocking the heimisphere the verbal menace feared
    Last edited by Mantra; 11-19-2010 at 10:38 AM.



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    sound displays get minds grayed without any Jennifer's dirty dancing
    multiplicity crafted beyond comparison coming at cha from all prospective/
    connected concocted dropped off the map back in the shack
    after you rip i unzip your mind and re-populate it with mental images from out of this world/
    graph bars to the times you've been tatted i am old mummy sunny
    youthful bars don't phase me bro, your just a lazy lawn gnome/
    every rhyme i write is an open and shut case
    just don't even need a suitcase to make a quick change in the phone booth/
    rotter roast cha crew down to plumbing problems mechanically never solved
    by y=X squared now you've been paired in equalization's
    omnipotent to those who just rage quit/
    when ever the sheepish decides speak on topics
    leaving eye dried from all the tears just cried,
    and ya girls vagina's wet from what I just flipped/

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    dexter mentality the lab is hidden somewhere in the galaxy
    precision within incisions not actually a test i just be quizzin'
    mathematically on the mission efficiently givin' what ya missin'
    just a spark will show the terrors in the dark that be hissin'
    black shark i never sleep deep i lurk underneath what ya seek
    above the brim my fin is so sharp slice theories into strings to eat
    scribe Golden Verses like Pythagoras the Greek
    unique splash refract the light when it and the surface meet
    visualize my might it's only limited by what you peep in-sights
    so i keep my height out of reach of tykes
    enlighten state heavyweight i meditate and equate to a lazy 8
    i'm infinite in what i create orchastrate a symphony so great
    simply it must be a mistake...
    "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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    Under the bridges they hide from rhyme knight's my lines light
    Shining into the horizon spectrums of insight
    blessing my kin right test open your windpipes
    hype were never believing just thieving and leaving
    breathing easy while it's penalties thier receiving
    Beat em with mics til' they bleeding blood gushes
    roll on the toughest emcee's carry the crutches
    Damage ya brains as if you knew the damage of dust is
    flag down on your facuility turf universal rushes
    can't hush this he can't be muted or computed
    stay timberland booted foundation is deep rooted
    By soulja's he's saluted bad dimes recruited make him lose it
    from the highest buildings to the lowest valley's he rallies
    And keeps his enterprize wise cats with straps in your alley's



    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 spit through darts I use as an excuse, to cue the best even now
    now you checking me with improper logic couple with weak weaponry/
    deadly melodies is how I create the rescipe
    now emcees wanna cipher with The Sheep/
    thought I wasn't Techwon No More
    so I had to bloody up the swords and chop heads on records
    divided into sectors with a prerequisite entered in/
    now you ain't detesting the better efforts you can't even emerge
    from words I submerge diverge from verbs turnt into nouns/
    now you clowns frown upon darts I allow relieve most cats from there naps
    and watch me snipe down beats with just a few bars/
    chomp the beats you can't reach so I tweak and slow down the tempo
    enter ya initial I am the overly official sickest psycho semi auto ripper/
    speak your topics i'll leave your optics dried like California raisin
    you ain't rhyming your auto tuning without any forks I spork you fools/
    leave the tool belt at home, to this ninja anything is spittable
    or equate the lyrical stylings I used as weaponry/
    it's the art of warring words scorning herbs
    doppleganging rippers with darts that'll shut e'm up like zippers/

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    divine vines i'm in the vineyard with Martha discussing fine bottled wines
    emcee's get lunch eaten those who think otherwise get in line
    my crew travel in flocks with cell phone camera's to record the breaking of your spine
    raping of your mind the gasses travel and murder security on borders during watch-time
    cloud the sky with vomit burning from out the alpine chains break reactions crime
    faces flooded with glass broken in my pocket trees budded
    astrology studied we workout after the war's half-time
    sparking my pastimes robbing ballers for flashy shines
    taste of the cake attracts hoodlums with nines
    gold in the teeth sparkle we bubble the bind
    troubled doubling up on the weight 60 percent of the time
    skills classy dogs faithfully follow the kid like Lassie
    you either dap me, blast me, or carefully pass me..



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

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    Ronald started playing as a youngin' in the parks where cats were gunning
    his moves were stunning he was hailed as Jordan except the second coming
    he could cross-over and break ankles his game was stunning
    he wore top-ten addidas full courts he was running
    Ladies were coming in flocks to watch the kid shoot shots
    ecspecially Loretta half-black half- Dominican that was real hot
    every dealer had crushes on her even the big shots
    Everyone from cops to fire-fighters saw her and their jaws dropped
    But she was hooked on Ron even asked him out to the Prom
    He took the offer and a stretch limo to ride in provided by his mom
    See he was a straight A student as well as an athlete
    that hung out with school geeks and dodged the traps of the streets
    but his cousin that he lived with was a thug that loved to blast heat
    he always kept Ron on his toes about the rules of the street
    But Ron didn't listen for long and he started doing wrong
    but he straightened him-self out in fear that his scholarship would be gone
    He would go on and on about how he wanted to make it to the N.B.A.
    and how his favorite players were jordan, kobe, and doctor J
    and his mother would prey that he didn't end up like his pops
    and ron promised her he would not end up like him
    an amatuer boxer that ended up doing double life in the pin
    instead of playing with his son he would waste cash n' spend
    It on drugs and prostitutes not caring where he would end
    so with that knowledge of his dad Ron wanted to succed
    and not end up like the other bastard seeds
    so in his spare time he would study and read
    and his favorite books were the art of war and Makaveli
    so on to him and Loretta both know happily engaged
    he got the scholarship to the state's best college so he could play
    and Loretta co-owned a salon with her mom around the way
    and one day ron went back to his old hood showing off his accolades
    there was this one dude who was jealous off his neighborhood fame
    he was a loser that's why to this day i can't remember his name
    a fake blood that rocked red flags plus fake gold rings and chains
    no matter how much his parents chastised him in the past he refused to change
    kinda strange how things happen he had charges from robbery to kidnapping
    He caught Ron napping in his car with Keri Hilson blasting
    ron saw him and put the window down and they gave one another pounds
    he asked Ron where he'd been and he told him out of town
    so the fake thug asked for a ride and ron told him no prob
    as they were driving ron asked dude if he gave his life to god
    Dude replied no amazed by the concern he thought it was odd
    to make a long story short ron hooked the dude up with a nice job
    and the dude couldn't understand why he had intensions of murdering such a good man
    Ron and loretta happily married with two kids for them they had college plans
    until Ron had to meet the demands of Uncle sam
    he went to Iraq and a bomb made him lose his leg and both hands
    He came home to see his wife sleeping with another man
    so he bought a gun and murdered them both
    as soon as Loretta opened the door he slipped it out of his coat
    after the rage he calmed down crying that he killed the love of his life
    what would he tell his kids when they come home tonight?
    what's weird is nobody in the whole hood heard a thing
    so he put the gun in his mouth and did the extreme
    someone said he might have heard him calling out god's name
    both of his kids are in foster home it's a motherfucking shame
    Last edited by Mantra; 12-02-2010 at 01:15 PM.



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    It's the Return of the psycho of microphones
    playing heads like bongos, and game controllers/
    now emcees thinking my mind hasn't dwarf or evolved much
    since my inception introduction conduction of the Sheepish the Lord of Chaos/
    now when I flip bars I leave most planets scared, baron and bare
    I've morphed like a star eclipsing your sun and moon/
    graph whole octagonal rhymes leaving most minds hollow
    now you getting shattered like ice caverns, don't think I'm having it/
    pattern bars after it complicated dated never reverberated
    educated commune bayou observation crafted creations out of notions/
    closed combat Shaolin hand-lock iron staff leaves skulls smashed
    nun-chuck you ducks with squires that never duck they robbing you for bucks/

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    my war parables are unbearable to people's understanding
    in the cut smoking nick's while my son holding the cannon
    we went from scraping to scrambiling to situation handiling
    when my lights cut off i brought candles in
    roman made chariots sculptures on the back of my fade
    On the killing fields throwing passes of death like tom brade
    i meant brady the haze makes my vision hazy
    eternal legend elk strong my born number seven
    so to haters throwing shade on my section 9 crew
    we can meet in person and battle to death in the duel
    snatch the iron mic you baby rappers die in your drool pools
    We move keys to unlock doors so the team can come through
    we went from selling to melon swelling domes of fake felons
    onionheads skinned alive the smell tears the eyes
    take off the goggles and bravely face the deepest depths
    fight the powers that be until the date of my death
    so you can swing low or aim high, shoot the ones, or drive-by
    if i survive let it be known it wasn't my day to die
    Last edited by Mantra; 12-02-2010 at 01:37 PM.



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

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