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    I can speak but people around me
    don't seem to understand my words..
    They just pick me up and feed me the bottle..
    sometimes i cry being disturbed..
    Pa has a nerve to say i'm not his
    ..around me puffing herb..
    Glad he's out of my life,
    he can't change my pampers
    or hold me right..
    Crying at night for my beloved mothers attention..
    She's there whenever i call her,
    she's my dependent..
    All these strange people
    extending me their hands..
    When i was old enough to walk..i ran..
    Can't wait to grow up,
    sick of being called little man..
    Heard my parents argue didn't understand..
    pa said i wouldv'e never existed
    if it wasn't for the popped trojan..
    Ma broke down like a car out of gas
    then stole em..
    His jaw he was holding,
    as his fists hit her dome then she fell..
    Scared i started to wail,
    and pa started to yell..
    Ma never moved again..
    after i saw all this red stuff come from her mouth she was coughing..
    Know he's gone too and my new name is orphan..
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    Snatch cha mind off the meat rack
    I come equipped to pack heat/
    Invasion body snatch cha wit the beat
    Mistreat cha mind call me sort of elite/
    Reap what cha sew my flow got gold linen though
    Hold cha rope speak truth in the booth/
    I speak from feelings, heart and prospective
    Written correctly connectively we serve you electively/
    Spit cha shit so selectively I rep my team
    Whether cash, cream we wolves while yall are sheep/
    I peeped cha eyes divided minds by conquering yall
    They’re doing Oscar worthy performances
    On yall brainwashed dummies/
    It’s so sad it made me that more hungry
    So I got in the booth to make more rabid music/
    Killing you pussy’s like The Sopranos call me “The Rap commando”
    The “Black” Rambo, the “Black” Punisher aka the lyrical executioner/
    Putting hits on you stupid rap abusers
    Using it like a trend or a gimmick/
    Thinking you’re what the culture is,
    I’ve seen this wit Diddy don’t try n kid me/
    You ain’t pushing the limits
    You’re setting black people back 10 years/
    How about we speak on terms you can endear
    While my flows run up on ya rear
    And kills you like grizzly bear/

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    Eternal reflections of past vets trimmed like shags
    Drunken with Amy in the Winehouse, i'm not going to rehab
    Skin pinched by crabs, i'm not letting em seafood
    I'm shore as the shells in the sand, this mans harder than horse hooves
    Fools asking can-i-bus, catch second round k.o.'s in duels
    I'm loved by crips cause i put blood in pools
    My bar stools, catch shots, from this needle fiend fuse
    your sessions lack class, that's why the scrooge got schooled
    If youv'e got nothing what can you lose?
    Knowledge is gained, degrees flammable like propane
    Giving pro's pain, i'm breaking muggs of dj's insane in the membrane
    Let's b-real, go sen ya dogs to get flamed by the soul assasin
    Straight up menace, Mc's get eiht in a orderly fashion
    Blackout this man's methods mashing, and smashing
    I'm ultramagnetic emcee's know i make it happen
    Beatdowns are critical for critics, criticizing my rapping
    all eyez on me, a thug never losing the passion for skull bashing
    Mos def i'm black on both sides
    the new danger leaving cities terrorified
    see J in the hood looking out for d's on the block
    Red shirt on the man gone wild like Funk Doctor Spock
    A hustler that's smooth speaking broken language
    with glocks on cock, a gambler with a trigga holding knots
    Rushing spots, colder than ice cubes when i kill at will
    take the milk out ya bones if you don't keep it real
    So stop, looking, and listen as i break lytes of mc's
    Dj's want the premeir tracks i craft rapidly
    the guru teaching crews, a daily operation
    Haters catch a twista, a overnight celebrity in the making
    Last edited by Mantra; 11-08-2007 at 02:12 PM.



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    Quote Originally Posted by J.T.S. View Post
    Eternal reflections of past vets trimmed like shags
    Drunken with Amy in the Winehouse, i'm not going to rehab
    Skin pinched by crabs, i'm not letting em seafood
    I'm shore as the shells in the sand, this mans harder than horse hooves
    Fools asking can-i-bus, catch second round k.o.'s in duels
    I'm loved by crips cause i put blood in pools
    My bar stools, catch shots, from this needle fiend fuse
    your sessions lack class, that's why the scrooge got schooled
    If youv'e got nothing what can you lose?
    Knowledge is gained, degrees flammable like propane
    Giving pro's pain, i'm breaking muggs of dj's insane in the membrane
    Let's b-real, go sen ya dogs to get flamed by the soul assasin
    Straight up menace, Mc's get eiht in a orderly fashion
    Blackout this man's methods mashing, and smashing
    I'm ultramagnetic emcee's know i make it happen
    Beatdowns are critical for critics, criticizing my rapping
    all eyez on me, a thug never losing the passion for skull bashing
    Mos def i'm black on both sides
    the new danger leaving cities terrorified
    see J in the hood looking out for d's on the block
    Red shirt on the man gone wild like Funk Doctor Spock
    A hustler that's smooth speaking broken language
    with glocks on cock, a gambler with a trigga holding knots
    Rushing spots, colder than ice cubes when i kill at will
    take the milk out ya bones if you don't keep it real
    So stop, looking, and listen as i break lytes of mc's
    Dj's want the premeir tracks i craft rapidly
    the guru teaching crews, a daily operation
    Haters catch a twista, a overnight celebrity in the making
    aight tightness man but heres what i got............

    Close cap my raps boom bap
    Zip zap zam zoom past you analog hoes/
    My flows got glow like green digital lettering
    Iím editing these beats wit fruity loops pro/
    Got my own break beats mixed wit a Casio and Korg instruments
    My flow is never bland nor board throwing darts at cha cord/
    Cut cha gourd into pieces without delivering my thesis
    I preach this, wit skills that featured and remixed/
    Hit cha beats wit a hundred-thirty BPM run through these tools
    If you choose to skip school youíre just another tool in the shed/
    Dead these reds wit more bread than any head
    Face the editing or get cha rhetoric corrected/
    Iíve been elected interjecting wit weapons intercepting
    Festering wit you suckers lounging and pestering/
    Now Iím destine to use my flows as weapons
    Fuck a Nip-Tuck my flow is goose, goose cluck, cluck/
    Who got the gall balder to let their whole larynx shatter?
    I rather blow out my vocal cords than to not speak no more/
    Run through hordes of emcees wit no vocal capacity
    Spit cha game like plastic Iím no toy boy Iím elastic/
    Sticky wit dogged darts killing these morbid hearts
    Wit fatal sharps through agile works of arts/
    Crossword check the Xís my lines is connected fours wit whores
    Peel back the tracks like doors are opening now were all scoping/
    Wit the soakage my flow is smooth as lotion
    Without quoting the dopest I kept my flow the smoothest
    Now they asking me to show and prove this, before I loose this/

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    My crew's got that nigerian warrior skills
    Japan technology,try to body me, u spilled
    Come thur like we obviously runn'in things
    And proabaly sonn'in the four fathers at no oddity
    Form ruff like corn husks, worn scuffed wallabees
    Stick up a tour bus downtown like nuthin, street pirates
    Greek tyrants, word to the miss'in mouths we beat silent
    We speek diamonds, we start'in the hardest dialect
    We seek crime and, we sparkin the starless sky and yet
    We cant' stop it, addiction to a fiction life
    See bank profits, the riskless got the vision right
    Do what we got to like john cue, keep calm too
    Sacrficed like my man with the neon tooth
    Even in bent mirrors, son you can see i'm true
    No mind trap, i bet a dime sack and my wine rack
    NOw buy that, but yo fuck what u did and what u will do
    U cheap talk'in, keep walk'in or these knuckles'll steel you
    A Night beat down, like poilice in the forty's, challenger
    Or fight me now, light yo piece wit the forty, caliber
    Monopoly on the power, dictator in a hidieous set
    Hands stuck on the hour, in a minute gimme a sec
    The dealer of hope is selling me lies
    Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
    This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
    Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
    Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
    For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
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    It’s the Black Eskimo to chastise these rap guys wit frost bitten ways
    Egsna on these beats going this way wit the rhyme I display/
    When the disc plays I run relays around the targets
    Show e’m how hard it has to be to disturb the beast/
    I frequently feast on beats make e’m sheik, shake
    And bring that boom bap back like we going radioactive on tracks/
    Attack attendees remedy the melody edit the metaphors & similes
    Smoothly revert these suckers emcees into Vatican style rhymers/
    Grind all nighters as writer fired up wit flows that ain’t manufactured
    I got cha caught in the rapture and that’s when I attack ya/
    Blacked out like the Valentine’s Day massacre after the math
    I wrote mines in red ink thinking it’s my blood stain as I bury my pain/

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    Quote Originally Posted by Bigot Hitman View Post
    My crew's got that nigerian warrior skills
    Japan technology,try to body me, u spilled
    Come thur like we obviously runn'in things
    And proabaly sonn'in the four fathers at no oddity
    Form ruff like corn husks, worn scuffed wallabees
    Stick up a tour bus downtown like nuthin, street pirates
    Greek tyrants, word to the miss'in mouths we beat silent
    We speek diamonds, we start'in the hardest dialect
    We seek crime and, we sparkin the starless sky and yet
    We cant' stop it, addiction to a fiction life
    See bank profits, the riskless got the vision right
    Do what we got to like john cue, keep calm too
    Sacrficed like my man with the neon tooth
    Even in bent mirrors, son you can see i'm true
    No mind trap, i bet a dime sack and my wine rack
    NOw buy that, but yo fuck what u did and what u will do
    U cheap talk'in, keep walk'in or these knuckles'll steel you
    A Night beat down, like poilice in the forty's, challenger
    Or fight me now, light yo piece wit the forty, caliber
    Monopoly on the power, dictator in a hidieous set
    Hands stuck on the hour, in a minute gimme a sec
    Iím focused daily like Defari and Evidence
    Call me the patriarch of the microphone
    I rap volumes around you so called emcees/
    Deadly, relentless wit my weaponry be effortless
    Yall emcees are secondary to me, cuz weíre focused daily/
    My flow doesnít have to be legendary
    Just to dismay you gay emcees on the daily/
    I display lyrics of fury like a microphone fiend
    Iím a ace to ya queen, Iím a rook to ya king/
    Iím a duff your bishops with my black knights,
    Cuz weíre just that tight plus you donít even sound right on the mic/
    Thunderous when I take flight itís a fire fight guerrilla warfare
    To any who ainít prepared and focused daily/
    Iím the remedy, the enemy to emcees deadly, the pro-lyrical virus
    Leave you seriously divided cuz Iím infinite like 1 divided by pie/
    Donít lie on ya rhymes, I tell the truth serious when Iím in the booth
    They call me ďOne Hundred Proof TechĒ check the way I rep my city/
    From New Yitty I kill you kitty cats wit liquefied raps so hot
    They internally combust and blow up right in your face/

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    Thoughts in motion like waves in oceans
    roller coasting through coasts, the most fabulous
    Miraculous, lord have mercy as i rush
    Plus bust shots on the hush
    Touch the dutch, gutted and cut
    Tell ya connect to duck
    or his brains splash
    44 forecast, quiet storm clash
    Crash venues in half
    Give a crip a bloodbath
    Head off with the sword
    His dome in my hands grasp
    Man down cremated to an ash
    Verbal beatdowns last for hours
    Nose numb from powder
    Hands hurting from punching cowards
    Take they money, plus respect, and power
    Last edited by Mantra; 11-19-2007 at 11:31 AM.



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    Quote Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS View Post
    Iím focused daily like Defari and Evidence
    Call me the patriarch of the microphone
    I rap volumes around you so called emcees/
    Deadly, relentless wit my weaponry be effortless
    Yall emcees are secondary to me, cuz weíre focused daily/
    My flow doesnít have to be legendary
    Just to dismay you gay emcees on the daily/
    I display lyrics of fury like a microphone fiend
    Iím a ace to ya queen, Iím a rook to ya king/
    Iím a duff your bishops with my black knights,
    Cuz weíre just that tight plus you donít even sound right on the mic/
    Thunderous when I take flight itís a fire fight guerrilla warfare
    To any who ainít prepared and focused daily/
    Iím the remedy, the enemy to emcees deadly, the pro-lyrical virus
    Leave you seriously divided cuz Iím infinite like 1 divided by pie/
    Donít lie on ya rhymes, I tell the truth serious when Iím in the booth
    They call me ďOne Hundred Proof TechĒ check the way I rep my city/
    From New Yitty I kill you kitty cats wit liquefied raps so hot
    They internally combust and blow up right in your face/
    This that lava scuba diver, a mercury drink'in pheen
    The lead smoke'in addict, never a red soakened tragic
    Think'in green on the eve of parrel,
    Laugh'in hard and sing'in carrols
    I'm see'in barrels of gun powder, u steadily bring in arrows
    For a team of the unharolded with mindsets of the narrow
    Cavemen heads with nothin to live for but they don't care though
    I'm like radio waves from different planets
    Give'in birth to conspiracy, scientist can't stand it
    Lyrical nervous break down, u.f.o. rhyme scheme sited
    A understand'in the human mind can't manage, only copy
    Might it be alien lines that bring war behind alien lines
    Too advanced glocks be blow'in tanks over the horizon
    Even God would be shocked at what he grew from dirt and rocks
    I play my king position like chess masters
    And never get touched cuz my pawns can't be plastered
    They stronger then oppose'in team's queens
    With knowledge to out last'em
    Heinous poetic crime committ'in, shit'in on law systems
    Not a x-factor, the main target remains parted
    like light in perfect prisim, he's the hardest, but what's in'em
    So u can see why i'm the illest u never heard of
    I'm like the second before the first after the third was...
    The dealer of hope is selling me lies
    Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
    This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
    Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
    Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
    For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
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    Quote Originally Posted by Bigot Hitman View Post
    This that lava scuba diver, a mercury drink'in pheen
    The lead smoke'in addict, never a red soakened tragic
    Think'in green on the eve of parrel,
    Laugh'in hard and sing'in carrols
    I'm see'in barrels of gun powder, u steadily bring in arrows
    For a team of the unharolded with mindsets of the narrow
    Cavemen heads with nothin to live for but they don't care though
    I'm like radio waves from different planets
    Give'in birth to conspiracy, scientist can't stand it
    Lyrical nervous break down, u.f.o. rhyme scheme sited
    A understand'in the human mind can't manage, only copy
    Might it be alien lines that bring war behind alien lines
    Too advanced glocks be blow'in tanks over the horizon
    Even God would be shocked at what he grew from dirt and rocks
    I play my king position like chess masters
    And never get touched cuz my pawns can't be plastered
    They stronger then oppose'in team's queens
    With knowledge to out last'em
    Heinous poetic crime committ'in, shit'in on law systems
    Not a x-factor, the main target remains parted
    like light in perfect prisim, he's the hardest, but what's in'em
    So u can see why i'm the illest u never heard of
    I'm like the second before the first after the third was...
    You can either speak ya mind
    Or rhyme about what cha know about/
    Cuz me and my flow will never die
    I rather walk the plank into a tank of acid
    At least Iíll be made over like The Joker/
    Oh wait, hold that thought i thought I told cha
    Opps you thought cha caught my flow/
    Nope Iím on the go showing yall emcees
    I know ya schemes, scams, and plans/
    Donít think cuz your feeling a little loopy
    My lyrics zoom in like binoculars lenses
    Leaving most emcees clandestine wit life as a lesson/
    You better not speak hatred around these parts
    I etch the sketches, draw the arts while pulling apart electronics
    Leave emcees on stretchers, benches and disassembled/
    Dare and test this lyrical constructor, donít start screaming
    Youíve been warned about the horror of the rap game/
    Iím the blood stained name, on the court where you be balling at,
    Encroach on ya turf, play the roles, leave nothing but scrolls/
    Unload my arsenal whether itís marksmanship or basketball
    Iím a harass ya in the hall, wit long deep stares
    without you seeing the glare/
    Dare not Iím hear to rock flows whether itís shares or stock
    I pass the rock gimme eím the shares or notÖÖÖÖÖÖ
    Before you plummet like the Dow Jones and the NASDAQ/
    Blowing up ya spot is a must if I bust then
    I jizz all my spits all over the crowd
    birth many seeds from the way
    I spread knowledge like disease/
    Last edited by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS; 11-22-2007 at 12:21 AM.

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    Quote Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS View Post
    You can either speak ya mind
    Or rhyme about what cha know about/
    Cuz me and my flow will never die
    I rather walk the plank into a tank of acid
    At least Iíll be made over like The Joker/
    Oh wait, hold that thought i thought I told cha
    Opps you thought cha caught my flow/
    Nope Iím on the go showing yall emcees
    I know ya schemes, scams, and plans/
    Donít think cuz your feeling a little loopy
    My lyrics zoom in like binoculars lenses
    Leaving most emcees clandestine wit life as a lesson/
    You better not speak hatred around these parts
    I etch the sketches, draw the arts while pulling apart electronics
    Leave emcees on stretchers, benches and disassembled/
    Dare and test this lyrical constructor, donít start screaming
    Youíve been warned about the horror of the rap game/
    Iím the blood stained name, on the court where you be balling at,
    Encroach on ya turf, play the roles, leave nothing but scrolls/
    Unload my arsenal whether itís marksmanship or basketball
    Iím a harass ya in the hall, wit long deep stares
    without you seeing the glare/
    Dare not Iím hear to rock flows whether itís shares or stock
    I pass the rock gimme eím the shares or notÖÖÖÖÖÖ
    Before you plummet like the Dow Jones and the NASDAQ/
    Blowing up ya spot is a must if I bust then
    I jizz all my spits all over the crowd
    birth many seeds from the way
    I spread knowledge like disease/
    Get the the pawns in motion from centers to coasts
    We give it all to the sick and won't consider the dose
    Let the eyes roll backwards, phrases is soul hackers
    A change of heart with out the surgery, a printless purgery
    Gold wrappers symbolize your skills appereance
    But inside isa flightless chick abanoded in a clearance
    Each line you write goes to the ears of the city cats
    Look'in for easy meals meet'in ends with grity raps
    You should be enough, i won't have to eat for days
    How are you so misguided that you seek a maze?
    Your verses is jokes like total equal justice
    In a society grown from racist roots an' evil fuckers
    So i had to step back like y would you step to me
    Like i ain't the slug hitter from the ville jus bet Louie
    I'm ready to fire you so i'm hope'in you act up
    Weak writers done closed yo eyes now open'em back up
    Last edited by Bigot Hitman; 11-23-2007 at 12:38 PM.
    The dealer of hope is selling me lies
    Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
    This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
    Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
    Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
    For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
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    Quote Originally Posted by Bigot Hitman View Post
    Get the the pawns in motion from centers to coasts
    We give it all to the sick and won't consider the dose
    Let the eyes roll backwards, phrases is soul hackers
    A change of heart with out the surgery, a printless purgery
    Gold wrappers symbolize your skills appereance
    But inside isa flightless chick abanoded in a clearance
    Each line you write goes to the ears of the city cats
    Look'in for easy meals meet'in ends with grity raps
    You should be enough, i won't have to eat for days
    How are you so misguided that you seek a maze?
    Your verses is jokes like total equal justice
    In a society grown from racist roots an' evil fuckers
    So i had to step back like y would you step to me
    Like i ain't the slug hitter from the ville jus bet Louie
    I'm ready to fire you so i'm hope'in you act up
    Weak writers done closed yo eyes now open'em back up
    Switch blade guaranteed my flows will make ya tarmac bleed
    Read cha lines in morse code took too long to reconfigure yo/
    Blow bombs outta oscillate arms catastrophic dons
    Mastering charms demonize these broads take eím hard/
    Face these lords, fuck there gourds up niggaz wanna tuck shanks
    We bank on these solider boys thinking theyíre more than just toys/
    I play theses kidís wit more words than anything since ďThe WizĒ
    My tricks ainít for kids doing bids
    Gamma radiating any emcee wanting a debate/
    Face you fakes, take a break listen to those beat breaks
    Once we treat those samples wit dusty palm olive oil/
    Come coiled up in cocoons baffling you baboons
    Wit mushrooms gastric bypass flow fast after you digest it/

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    Quote Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS View Post
    Switch blade guaranteed my flows will make ya tarmac bleed
    Read cha lines in morse code took too long to reconfigure yo/
    Blow bombs outta oscillate arms catastrophic dons
    Mastering charms demonize these broads take eím hard/
    Face these lords, fuck there gourds up niggaz wanna tuck shanks
    We bank on these solider boys thinking theyíre more than just toys/
    I play theses kidís wit more words than anything since ďThe WizĒ
    My tricks ainít for kids doing bids
    Gamma radiating any emcee wanting a debate/
    Face you fakes, take a break listen to those beat breaks
    Once we treat those samples wit dusty palm olive oil/
    Come coiled up in cocoons baffling you baboons
    Wit mushrooms gastric bypass flow fast after you digest it/
    See now the pot's boil'in, watch ya rep take a dive down
    This write'in is easier than bench press'in five pounds
    Play'in with your scheme's and flows is cool and all
    But the arms of yo lines don't have the strength to pull it off
    This ain't like a heaven threat, dare'in hell, nope
    Its like some college student tryna teach Derrick Bell so
    It doesn't make much sense, for you to try to convince me
    That u won't choke at highest stakes like Nowitski
    Weigh in yo rhymes, bitch meet me at the see-saw
    I'm like the seventy-two Dolphins, i will beat all
    Me and mic is rice and montana, moss and brady
    Yo mind'll be like the most spoiled kid lost in Haiti
    The dealer of hope is selling me lies
    Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
    This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
    Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
    Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
    For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
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    Quote Originally Posted by Bigot Hitman View Post
    See now the pot's boil'in, watch ya rep take a dive down
    This write'in is easier than bench press'in five pounds
    Play'in with your scheme's and flows is cool and all
    But the arms of yo lines don't have the strength to pull it off
    This ain't like a heaven threat, dare'in hell, nope
    Its like some college student tryna teach Derrick Bell so
    It doesn't make much sense, for you to try to convince me
    That u won't choke at highest stakes like Nowitski
    Weigh in yo rhymes, bitch meet me at the see-saw
    I'm like the seventy-two Dolphins, i will beat all
    Me and mic is rice and montana, moss and brady
    Yo mind'll be like the most spoiled kid lost in Haiti
    Iím a speak clearly, I donít think yall sucker emcees
    And music listeners donít seem to hear me/
    I rather get skull in the back of the suburban
    My flow is urban solidified unified by rhymes linked wit lines/
    How nice you can shine I blind these people wit lyrics that star bright
    Fire fight mighty might rhyme highlights off of ďSportscenterĒ/
    Dare if you wanna end cha career I donít need to cop DeBeers
    Itís the cannon you fear, face the Tech aka the idol of your death
    Iíll end cha life quick like a bounced check killed cha finances/
    Etch a sketch these flows on the tablet PCís seeing if yall can see
    Me at the podium like Malcolm X before he got shot by his own kind/
    I can rewind a tape in the mind flash back to the Regan Era
    Yall niggaz was babies and still getting breast fed by mamas/
    I come wit karma, ready to bring the drama, take a lick
    And keep on ticking when I spitting whether it be a free style or written/
    Twice bitten, once written now yall emcees are kittens yet to be cats
    I adapt to this kind of rap and do it better than yall ever could do it/
    Whether it be down south screw music or pump up ya fist, beat cha ass
    East coast slam dance music, Iím coming to knock down the doors
    And give it too eím raw like Old Dirty Bastard yall/

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    Quote Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS View Post
    Iím a speak clearly, I donít think yall sucker emcees
    And music listeners donít seem to hear me/
    I rather get skull in the back of the suburban
    My flow is urban solidified unified by rhymes linked wit lines/
    How nice you can shine I blind these people wit lyrics that star bright
    Fire fight mighty might rhyme highlights off of ďSportscenterĒ/
    Dare if you wanna end cha career I donít need to cop DeBeers
    Itís the cannon you fear, face the Tech aka the idol of your death
    Iíll end cha life quick like a bounced check killed cha finances/
    Etch a sketch these flows on the tablet PCís seeing if yall can see
    Me at the podium like Malcolm X before he got shot by his own kind/
    I can rewind a tape in the mind flash back to the Regan Era
    Yall niggaz was babies and still getting breast fed by mamas/
    I come wit karma, ready to bring the drama, take a lick
    And keep on ticking when I spitting whether it be a free style or written/
    Twice bitten, once written now yall emcees are kittens yet to be cats
    I adapt to this kind of rap and do it better than yall ever could do it/
    Whether it be down south screw music or pump up ya fist, beat cha ass
    East coast slam dance music, Iím coming to knock down the doors
    And give it too eím raw like Old Dirty Bastard yall/

    Once i step in the place, put the tech in ya face..
    Nooses for the snakes, guess i'm a living disgrace..
    Chase badboys out the hood, like Dipset did Mase..
    Facts of life you break, get tortured, then erased..
    No trace of evidence, but the motive is evident..
    while your moneys spent, mines locked in a safe..
    Don't get it twisted like a shoelace, i move weight..
    so much my pockets obiest, still got clean slates..
    Doing broadylight hits in buildings, watch the beams break..
    Snatch ya cake, and icing, frames i'm slicing, and dicing..
    Hoes can get it, but whores i'm not wifing..
    I'm nasty like i took a shit without wiping..
    Record songs without writing, i piss lightning..
    slug in your rectum, too pretty for fighting..
    sniping blade holders, 24/7 heavenly flow-er..
    Peace lord, the chaos is chaotic, i breathe slower..
    Disciplined like a tai-chi master,
    speed too rapid for camcorders to capture..
    Last edited by Mantra; 11-27-2007 at 02:41 PM.



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

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