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    Quote Originally Posted by J.T.S. View Post
    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
    from unseen caves of light we sup on the crumbs of life,
    my sacrifice was a lung and an eye for my brother to stand at my side
    my only demand is time,
    a family structure's strand buried under waves and grains of sand
    submissive to Allah's ways and plans,
    I left no debts unpaid and made my way as a real man
    peel away the cannons and steel brandished to reveal a king of the people's planet
    weakened by heathen's commandments,
    speech is ransomed for a little cream and a ham sandwich
    from Rosewood to knowing a truth is overstood,
    I'm no good,
    easily provoked into throwin up hoods...
    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...

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    My physical and mental separate but essential
    Together I crush worlds and build spirit temples
    A shattered star, can never mar my intelligence
    I place the hex my next move is a game of chess
    Relate to my existence or bow down like a dog
    Are you in the knowledge do you know that you are god
    Dilute the mindscape watch the heart rate for the escape
    It’s not safe for healths sake, power from an earth quake
    Tectonic plates bring down the house of yours
    A repetition because I said it before.

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    Quote Originally Posted by .5KutSkeleton View Post
    from unseen caves of light we sup on the crumbs of life,
    my sacrifice was a lung and an eye for my brother to stand at my side
    my only demand is time,
    a family structure's strand buried under waves and grains of sand
    submissive to Allah's ways and plans,
    I left no debts unpaid and made my way as a real man
    peel away the cannons and steel brandished to reveal a king of the people's planet
    weakened by heathen's commandments,
    speech is ransomed for a little cream and a ham sandwich
    from Rosewood to knowing a truth is overstood,
    I'm no good,
    easily provoked into throwin up hoods...

    Knocking at heaven's door but will the most beneficial let me in
    tricks, trigger-men, hustlers, and hoes grindin' way past ten
    breaking the ten commandments big brother tapping in
    See me in the alley shadow-boxing, and grappiling
    cops theyr'e clapping all of us original men
    but they cannot break the ancestry from which we decend
    the cure for the war is within
    trying to school the babies that are stuck on my tim's
    and how many dollars i'm clocking
    Doing it legal and these beasts are still watching like hawks
    No mercy for civilians whese these dogs let their guns bark
    some rodent caught it in the park i heard he talked
    And know he's no more were losing genuises in this cold war
    it's like living in a house with no doors
    suicide would be an option for some of the rich if they turned poor



    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
    Knocking at heaven's door but will the most beneficial let me in
    tricks, trigger-men, hustlers, and hoes grindin' way past ten
    breaking the ten commandments big brother tapping in
    See me in the alley shadow-boxing, and grappiling
    cops theyr'e clapping all of us original men
    but they cannot break the ancestry from which we decend
    the cure for the war is within
    trying to school the babies that are stuck on my tim's
    and how many dollars i'm clocking
    Doing it legal and these beasts are still watching like hawks
    No mercy for civilians whese these dogs let their guns bark
    some rodent caught it in the park i heard he talked
    And know he's no more were losing genuises in this cold war
    it's like living in a house with no doors
    suicide would be an option for some of the rich if they turned poor
    Your mother was the lighting
    stride cha time now you right the lighting/
    metallic armor charmed karma downed out cha Bodhidharma
    driven deeds feed cha weeds my planets grow at plants speed/
    light cha flames taken down damn heroes zone packer
    slap noobs for being doomed boobs with no sense bout them/
    route by the hide fire fight wired lights timed types
    being emo dimes is how they get bagged by the rights/
    my climbs be epic out cha timid times you couldn't rhyme
    livid by vivid tripped out cha mental so sick I scared cha out cha own skin/
    pimped pens end cha teams dreams by schemes I never put to good usage
    abusive saps grape grips sloth spits leave you dipped in liquid acid tips/
    predator dead editors by vindication introduction to the deuces propped up
    stop your tubular gloom by verbalized goons graphed up in scalene triangles/
    impale cha dreams when my Vlad's be demon seeker reach cha feature
    detract cha caps by busting forty-five into ya frame/
    get cha cut by the wax I attacks when magnets attract
    you still couldn't connect to my server without cha axis power/
    dusted graves shifted shave pivot those in Hollywood's weight war
    escape scored a triplicate duplicated by those often replicated/



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    Default This is Just A Verse...

    Study ya history or your doomed to repeated
    even though I just deleted it, you still reformatted it/
    jovial eye for the nice guy
    rip smiles off you top hat cats/
    blacken up eyes making packs on the backs of beasts
    reach cha heights whites be tight lipped once he begins to spit/
    comic relief decided chief beef with cha click
    notice the potency wrote this focus roast when those hadn't/
    quick pro quo you ain't got the globe in your hand
    bow and arrow you like spam before they got canned/
    jam the marker now we rocking sprockets to each it's own targets
    marginalize bars I exercise though vindicated lines written in blood tonight/


    warning this is just a verse
    no need to die or curse
    warning this is just a verse
    no need to scream or curse
    this is just a verse

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    the space-time continuum of physics ignores the realm of the mind/
    but consciousness is unconfined--by that of space and time/
    and represents a higher organizing principle---a 5th dimension, that transcends the speed of lights emission/
    light is more than just magnify radiant energy; for some its mind admittance/
    the power of truth & right discernment giving birth a higher echelon of vision/
    Right Knowledge cant get to Right Understanding so henceforth the term light is therefore synonymous with Wisdom

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    alliance lions alligning to rip the fabric from your lining
    trying to copy-cat- heads-a-crack hammer smash styling
    find you where your dining arm up career dying
    autopsy all sloppy due to the iron that bust before the siren
    crying means notta to a charger it's relentless rhyming
    call this vivid mercury power propells the pivot
    give it all you got the marvelous master with a biscuit
    two to your piece to bloody sheets battle the sheek
    send shots in multiples when u hear whistles in your spots
    stop, drop, and roll breakout before you catch verbal shots
    snowy rocks soldiers selling we yelling rebellion
    Do your time bandits don't get stranded for telling
    Fuck Ellen pass her wife european models plastic nights
    Bar hopping car stopping rocket launchers in flight
    Zebra's check the stripes were zoo wild on these mic's
    classic shit wipe my ass with half of these rappers kid
    boil your wigs pot hot smoke out with a naturalist
    even nats fly away due to the nastiness of this
    Non-retro banger step up i'll happily hang ya
    with the clothes then i'll bury ya scrolls
    out-side or inside the bomb igniting flow
    Last edited by Mantra; 12-08-2010 at 12:39 PM.



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

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    bang broads hard and long to any rap song
    beat my chest like Donkey Kong
    for haters barrels to aim their hate upon
    spurt a universe with the all mighty dong
    stretch a minute into a marathon
    but it just takes a second til ya mind's gone
    Mos time bomb can't be disarmed
    the wires are intertwine with your desires
    ill material you scoop like cereal
    thinking it will take you beyond and higher
    but to reach the peak of what you seek
    you must conquer the parts of your conscious that's weak
    let the pipe of the God leak
    drip drop on your knot to torture that spot
    on that hard hat you keep
    ya skin i get underneath like Mr. Anderson
    Neo technique i tweak under the candid Sun...
    Last edited by MosHigh; 12-09-2010 at 11:05 AM.
    "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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    staple your peeps stomp em ilke grapes in the streets hate makes em weep
    food over-done order some smoke a drum bust off your beats
    mercy man worth around 80 grand slang slaughter feast
    beasts on the beat found stranded on the beach
    in reach dusty heaters convicts run the streets
    nasty flow folded when i glow weed got it for cheap
    no sleep on the grind open tunnels of minds
    jet black gun smack the bastard's chin's cracked
    let's go half on a hatch-back and launch facts
    from a bird's view words flew many new
    the old english distinguished from the ebonics at shows
    contestants think it's comical are hell-bound with-out halo's
    Last edited by Mantra; 12-09-2010 at 01:08 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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    beaming down to all my niggas and nigarettes
    i'm that nigga who's telepathic and i've got tourettes
    i can't fear you because i can't feel you
    and i cant see you and i can't hear you

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    Quote Originally Posted by J.T.S. View Post
    staple your peeps stomp em ilke grapes in the streets hate makes em weep
    food over-done order some smoke a drum bust off your beats
    mercy man worth around 80 grand slang slaughter feast
    beasts on the beat found stranded on the beach
    in reach dusty heaters convicts run the streets
    nasty flow folded when i glow weed got it for cheap
    no sleep on the grind open tunnels of minds
    jet black gun smack the bastard's chin's cracked
    let's go half on a hatch-back and launch facts
    from a bird's view words flew many new
    the old english distinguished from the ebonics at shows
    contestants think it's comical are hell-bound with-out halo's
    concerned with Halo Wars,
    your staples stored show to be as strong as play-doh cores
    my crew shapes swords on raging storms,
    patiently whetting balanced boards on cold stones
    equipped with quick wrists and burned thorns,
    I broke bones comparing souls with the older scorned
    who can quote torn boulders,
    those lonely scriptures often forgotten or misremembered?
    it's as likely as a limp temper,
    a short wick centered on my pen's mighty embers
    entering minds as splinters,
    it is my right to dine on pretenders
    my peers are sociopathic contenders,
    vampiric kindred of the fifth percentage....
    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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    riddle the temple with the visual
    hypnotic hydraulic digital
    reloaded flo for the any Mr. Smith who's ready to go
    prolific revolutions has added to the widsom
    infiltrate dimensions take shots and give some
    intoxicated demon crushin' crabs by the blocks
    i raise stocks when i drop float on top of the cyclops
    all seeing view eagle claw to ya jaw
    before you jabber about what you knew you saw
    a crew of spirits linger in awe amazed at the God's paw
    i Sabertooth the booth architect of the uncouth
    the masses rotate around my weight and g body build
    mindframe claim the arc precision with a dart is skilled
    ready to be revealed when suckas step out into the field
    landmine design on the High court decisions never get appealed...
    Last edited by MosHigh; 12-16-2010 at 10:54 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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    Introspective given losers another cruiser bruising
    now all the percussion got miscued by tunes misused/
    even when the sheep dipped off the hill
    I'll still retain the kill call me Golden Eye/
    thunder pies wonder wise mashed up in bricks
    never tripped I don't have it to grip with/
    so I speak how I feel in times I should have just kneeled
    but I'll never kneel before ZOD, yup this is a superman flick/
    spit cha bitch I flip your clips and grip her tits
    now your being viewed on the view getting skewed/
    jaded by the ways taken names jotted down in pads
    that has no I in team scheme for another dream, this one has been taken/
    breaking bacon like ligament sizzling from the aim I used
    with detriment to any excrement time tested
    bested with weaponry smith-ed in the 20th century/

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    Quote Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS View Post
    Introspective given losers another cruiser bruising
    now all the percussion got miscued by tunes misused/
    even when the sheep dipped off the hill
    I'll still retain the kill call me Golden Eye/
    thunder pies wonder wise mashed up in bricks
    never tripped I don't have it to grip with/
    so I speak how I feel in times I should have just kneeled
    but I'll never kneel before ZOD, yup this is a superman flick/
    spit cha bitch I flip your clips and grip her tits
    now your being viewed on the view getting skewed/
    jaded by the ways taken names jotted down in pads
    that has no I in team scheme for another dream, this one has been taken/
    breaking bacon like ligament sizzling from the aim I used
    with detriment to any excrement time tested
    bested with weaponry smith-ed in the 20th century/
    To each his own, busting out what feel on the M-I-C
    now you see where the thunder claps come from/
    to each to the flows used never cruise with shit previously used
    know I'm newly acquiring bars checking the charges/
    next to barrages often lost in my gorilla
    killing any emcee daring to test/


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    flaming nun-chucks like Bruce a master with the dutch
    walk to Willie Hutch i'm like Goldie with the touch
    Lothario...harem impresario
    barons marvel at the articles down to the sub-particles
    i wreck intellects and leave dents compound the elements
    scramble ya marbles and have you convince
    you can fuck with this 12 inch
    Ruler crowd mover
    nike Air Flight type doer
    with the rhyme i glide you just slip and slide
    no coordination swerving all on the wrong side
    stay in ya lane next exit house of pain
    a rest Haven for the insane
    who forgot the name and why i came
    to squeeze on these sissies
    and X their Clan right out the frame...
    "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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