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    revelations of brutal retaliations, revolts, a relentless revolution
    this process of thought a theoritical contribution
    My pencil lead filling white pages whip out the white sabre's
    Mic majors and universal scholars blood connected from forefathers
    these hood nino brown's trying to build more Carter's
    shotcallers, and shottas all shooting for the top dollars
    it's a struggle in a hopeless hell my niggas packed in cells
    so stay in tune the days are doomed we bloom with a look of gloom
    wisdom light the moon she's crying thinking i'll die with goons
    No concern i let the kush burn 3 deep in the waiting room
    visiting a partner n' crime so for the rest of the day my time's consumed
    contemplating, and debating the hit heavy cannons for the payback kid
    Weapons stay stashed where my back is j.t.s. gets active



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

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    wisdom light the moon she's crying thinking i'll die with goons
    No concern i let the kush burn 3 deep in the waiting room


    eeeelllll
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    knockin at your door the repetitive killin the sensitive killer scores
    understatement if ya sayin i create earthquakes in pavement
    six six six my gang sign dont whine the numbers stick
    your story makes me sick, gory is what im thinkin its gonna get
    this description is malicious no hesitation im also 100 percent vicious
    every word is carcinogenic like chocolate verb to a diabetic
    i never look back like a paralyzed neck or a lawyer who is never in debt
    haymakers aren't the only style of punching or hitting
    but pessimism and bitching are the only traits categorized in quitting
    treasure chests are prized every lock picked i rise higher
    i supervise my supplier so i dont get ripped jipped with pliers
    MP3s are expensive high in dough talking is cheap music aint no
    every song i play my world turns from red to gray
    hey so absurd and un rational a baby would internationally describe me crazy
    amaze me with your lyrics, impossible john, or should i say stacy
    i got my skills from hieroglyphics science is straight, straight from physics

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    Quote Originally Posted by J.T.S. View Post
    revelations of brutal retaliations, revolts, a relentless revolution
    this process of thought a theoritical contribution
    My pencil lead filling white pages whip out the white sabre's
    Mic majors and universal scholars blood connected from forefathers
    these hood nino brown's trying to build more Carter's
    shotcallers, and shottas all shooting for the top dollars
    it's a struggle in a hopeless hell my niggas packed in cells
    so stay in tune the days are doomed we bloom with a look of gloom
    wisdom light the moon she's crying thinking i'll die with goons
    No concern i let the kush burn 3 deep in the waiting room
    visiting a partner n' crime so for the rest of the day my time's consumed
    contemplating, and debating the hit heavy cannons for the payback kid
    Weapons stay stashed where my back is j.t.s. gets active
    activated accounts,
    jokers and lames get blades across their mouths
    witness gods with clout,
    rain sulfate upon crowds and reclaim the wayward crowns
    run races at the pace of sound,
    blazing pages and shrouds, my face is in the clouds
    fog banks are drifting waves upon mountains and caves,
    surrounded by a howling wind and flames
    my family found CHI-olin in pride and shame...
    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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    They call me Sheepish didn't cha peep it
    they call me Blastmatic automatic now it's all tragic/
    pull your magic cards I slap it down harder than vermin
    hold cha tablet don't give a rats clap cats with flows that never dose
    now Iím cold as commanders cobra Oppenheimer rocking minds
    stopping time in any final fantasy now that's just 8 more/
    rip it raw daring baron don't even state cha cardigans
    Iím bombing them with opposite homonyms/

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    How come none of this shit rhymes?! Vermin n' dose/
    Think you're workin' wit' pros? Nah you're jerkin wit bros/
    Yeah... I know you love dick, got them dreams of suckin' it/
    Wu-Tang forum needs some help so they can get above this shit/
    Cuz' they stuck in a sespool, where it sounds like meth rules/
    Cuz' they rhymes don't rhyme, n' they say THAT'S COOL/
    I like your shit I love how you work it you should go on tour kid/
    Maybe find a few guy at the bar n' we can finally score.. SHIT/

    Roflmao... Do disrespect LOL

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    Quote Originally Posted by Arkane View Post
    How come none of this shit rhymes?! Vermin n' dose/
    Think you're workin' wit' pros? Nah you're jerkin wit bros/
    Yeah... I know you love dick, got them dreams of suckin' it/
    Wu-Tang forum needs some help so they can get above this shit/
    Cuz' they stuck in a sespool, where it sounds like meth rules/
    Cuz' they rhymes don't rhyme, n' they say THAT'S COOL/
    I like your shit I love how you work it you should go on tour kid/
    Maybe find a few guy at the bar n' we can finally score.. SHIT/

    Roflmao... Do disrespect LOL
    Rollin on ya ass laughin claiming I can't rhyme?
    Force you to suck my my shaft brainin' cause I took ya enzymes
    I ain't got dreams or fantasies, just the instrumental timin' me
    speakin my mind betta find your defense since you a silver spoon prince
    you got the profession of a plumber, look up to whoever got a hummer
    great a little bitch being a punk- little boy ya ship bout to get SUNK
    my enviornment doesn't affect or affiliate you let yours choose ya fate


    Listen I got more options than the president of the united states
    I'm doin my own thang, aint no bang or auction if i'm late
    i advance with coherent talent, hit hard with a gallant mallet
    i dodge fatique like a man under rain and an umbrella
    made out of metal strain if it dont work i'll sell it lemme tell ya
    you're in the fluvial, agressive as a prehistoric raptor with no style
    learn it with heart not as a stand-by actor, dick is too small too piss
    i dont want to break your integrity but ya need to urinate with an adapter
    i demonstrate with no senses, if im blind in a wheelchair ill still hop fences

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    Quote Originally Posted by .5KutSkeleton View Post
    activated accounts,
    jokers and lames get blades across their mouths
    witness gods with clout,
    rain sulfate upon crowds and reclaim the wayward crowns
    run races at the pace of sound,
    blazing pages and shrouds, my face is in the clouds
    fog banks are drifting waves upon mountains and caves,
    surrounded by a howling wind and flames
    my family found CHI-olin in pride and shame...

    We strive for change nothing but pain flows through-out my frame
    let it fill thousands of note-books son's know i'm coaching the game
    never smoke with the lames settle beef like small claims
    fuck the game it's letting candy-reign i inherited Gandhi's brain
    Minus the peace only sleep with the baddest ten-piece
    waking up matrix sheep with a two-piece biscuit in reach
    even with stomach pains we gotta eat the dirt's cheap
    Brandish the weapons with my fully loaded fleet
    stay away from cats that leach trashed with the heaps



    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
    We strive for change nothing but pain flows through-out my frame
    let it fill thousands of note-books son's know i'm coaching the game
    never smoke with the lames settle beef like small claims
    fuck the game it's letting candy-reign i inherited Gandhi's brain
    Minus the peace only sleep with the baddest ten-piece
    waking up matrix sheep with a two-piece biscuit in reach
    even with stomach pains we gotta eat the dirt's cheap
    Brandish the weapons with my fully loaded fleet
    stay away from cats that leach trashed with the heaps
    in this madness I breathe I am attacked for stashes of ink,
    opposite my comrades we don masks and bomb crab fleets
    it's NOT practice, we ARE the laws of black bees
    we are justice on wings,
    blood of thugs and kings, we want peace and our tongues sting
    it's not enough to sleep, you must cry, sweat and bleed for your beliefs
    it's a now and later piece, a powerful flavor but nothing sweet
    our steps are thunder, sending rumbles through the streets
    between thumbs and screens,
    needles, flesh and strings come to resemble crumbling flesh and screams...
    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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    Quote Originally Posted by .5KutSkeleton View Post
    in this madness I breathe I am attacked for stashes of ink,
    opposite my comrades we don masks and bomb crab fleets
    it's NOT practice, we ARE the laws of black bees
    we are justice on wings,
    blood of thugs and kings, we want peace and our tongues sting
    it's not enough to sleep, you must cry, sweat and bleed for your beliefs
    it's a now and later piece, a powerful flavor but nothing sweet
    our steps are thunder, sending rumbles through the streets
    between thumbs and screens,
    needles, flesh and strings come to resemble crumbling flesh and screams...

    My science of life flyer in flight vocals light the skyline
    Magnetic that's my mind devestating design
    first things combined to blow em blind in the bind
    rap this to tactics to access the atlas
    Slowly processed miraculous mental matches
    all applaud the fiery god enemies temples gunned in the lodge
    where u hiding? riding the movement wind strong charge
    bag of blonde K2 blueberry haze mixed for day trips
    the night's mine fog thick when i rip
    non-patriotic slaughter the narcs with solar plexus shots
    smile aftermath bloody style throw in the towel
    lyrical lynchings begin strength conquering
    Can you contend? break out the pins grenade flows blow again
    salute the lootmaker in the brown sway tims



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

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    written phrophecies found in sea's overseas a lady warrior this soulja needs
    In the battle-zone you either fold or squeeze like orange to juices
    the truth is what my auroa produces gang-related like hoover dueces
    don't flash like flicks at the kids who spit fire like coopa
    To the bridge to make ends meet who dosen't pay is thrown off by their feet
    don't give a fuck if i flow off the beat i brought the heat
    To burn sweet-heats biting my shit uncapable of executing deep thoughts
    many others missed marks from start for some success is commercial art
    i'm despising it but the livest shit i'm advising, and revising it
    suprisingly sick your bitches mine with the licks
    redundant how they lips honey glazed my dick
    No relaxation paper chasing is like a hostage negotiation
    a crisis in the making up north lifer's giving minors anal invasions
    And they doing years in the system is designed to make faggots out of men
    try to control the population doctors purposely operating wrong on patients
    were living in hell and the skin on my body is baking



    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=J.T.S.;2021641]written phrophecies found in sea's overseas a lady warrior this soulja needs
    In the battle-zone you either fold or squeeze like orange to juices
    the truth is what my auroa produces gang-related like hoover dueces
    don't flash like flicks at the kids who spit fire like coopa
    To the bridge to make ends meet who dosen't pay is thrown off by their feet
    don't give a fuck if i flow off the beat i brought the heat
    To burn sweet-heats biting my shit uncapable of executing deep thoughts
    many others missed marks from start for some success is commercial art
    i'm despising it but the livest shit i'm advising, and revising it
    suprisingly sick your bitches mine with the licks
    redundant how they lips honey glazed my dick
    No relaxation paper chasing is like a hostage negotiation
    a crisis in the making up north lifer's giving minors anal invasions
    And they doing years in the system is designed to make faggots out of men
    try to control the population doctors purposely operating wrong on patients
    were living in hell and the skin on my body is baking[/]

    it's hard to stitch when the arm operating is shaking
    there's nothing stock about my bomb's casing,
    my liquid metal is an instant threat to puppets and gepettos on any stage or scene
    no novacane for my molding gangrene,
    my posts are Cain's green, rolled and smoked slowly for relief
    every morning there's mourning for courted Kings,
    thwarted by sorties and schemes from warring Queens
    if one's board is really a dream how can a Dreamer score sleep?
    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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    [QUOTE=.5KutSkeleton;2021881]
    Quote Originally Posted by J.T.S. View Post
    written phrophecies found in sea's overseas a lady warrior this soulja needs
    In the battle-zone you either fold or squeeze like orange to juices
    the truth is what my auroa produces gang-related like hoover dueces
    don't flash like flicks at the kids who spit fire like coopa
    To the bridge to make ends meet who dosen't pay is thrown off by their feet
    don't give a fuck if i flow off the beat i brought the heat
    To burn sweet-heats biting my shit uncapable of executing deep thoughts
    many others missed marks from start for some success is commercial art
    i'm despising it but the livest shit i'm advising, and revising it
    suprisingly sick your bitches mine with the licks
    redundant how they lips honey glazed my dick
    No relaxation paper chasing is like a hostage negotiation
    a crisis in the making up north lifer's giving minors anal invasions
    And they doing years in the system is designed to make faggots out of men
    try to control the population doctors purposely operating wrong on patients
    were living in hell and the skin on my body is baking[/]

    it's hard to stitch when the arm operating is shaking
    there's nothing stock about my bomb's casing,
    my liquid metal is an instant threat to puppets and gepettos on any stage or scene
    no novacane for my molding gangrene,
    my posts are Cain's green, rolled and smoked slowly for relief
    every morning there's mourning for courted Kings,
    thwarted by sorties and schemes from warring Queens
    if one's board is really a dream how can a Dreamer score sleep?
    yall killing shit....................here i go...

    Cap the rap, splat the jacks mastering rips over Memorex tapes
    speak off the hook like I am a captain with one on/
    bring a bong smoke the chronic tonic time out cha looks
    freeze frame flows in lanes you still cannot claim/
    doesn't need to rhyme all the time
    it's how you present them lines all the time/
    toe tag beats when I read cha eyes, remember the times
    see mine never eyes wide shut, they rhymes wise sluts/

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    Default The Return of ______?

    spit these darts more painful than 5 year withdrawal
    some of these guys took the hardest fall
    they lose their soul and turn fat on the outside and within
    can't these stupid idiots see that their heart will instantly pack-it-in
    i don't know what everyone else did
    but if they scrambled like you off the top of the lid
    when i was a child i invented Planet Quadruple-E
    however i was still a child so it was pronounced Cudrupilee

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    You ain't screaming Willie Beaman in the stands your a leader of MEN
    Your the freaking Quarterback, start acting like one/
    when Iím scrabbling like Donavan McNabb,
    throw out cha challenge flag/
    trying to tackle me like Mike Vick
    you ain't spitting shit when I come in style and eclipse the sun/
    you can be flawless yet no ring like Dan Marino
    or you can go to encino like Steven Young and win four passing titles/
    thinking you can rival rhyme marvel hating hard
    I can M-V-P your team just I am not Tom Brady/
    you can Matt Schaub your mob in every Texan Game
    I'm J-E-T Joe Namath, making predictions, then they come true/

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