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    My scriptures thicker than the yakuza and g.d.'s combined
    this ain't no maybach music more like hip-hop columbine
    so watch me sky-rocket after I puff the fiyah in my pocket
    not monch but the pharaoh's desire u can't stop it
    See the door like a arm-less man u can't knock it
    this is a chemists chemistry largest mental tree in the galaxcy
    hidden in the Oregon trail is where they found ya peeps
    slain while fast a sleep the death of me will make my followers weep
    As angels tears fall from heaven I sold the powder to the reverend
    speeding from the pigs in reverse as they try to make my wig burst
    bust off in my queens snatch as she squirts on my shirt
    fuck the law i'm bringing order the most rawest recorder and teleporter
    Remembered for my uncanny, and unorthodox auroa



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

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    All fated, never dominated always approximation
    Castrate those trying to enslave, and indentured serve e’m
    Nigga get swerved by contacts, I don’t contractually obligate anything
    I pay homage to those that pay the linage
    Mass affect those documents with omnibuses
    Mostly carnage given sever those ties
    With more strokes then those made
    Fated jaded earthquake it
    Making those ladies of the lake forsake it
    Bred in deed feed my need to teach
    Never been a preacher at the pulpit
    Speak on topicals without sunsets or tropical weather inducing lectures
    Preasure breaks pipes strike with the heart of dolomite
    Make e’m tap to my sharpshooters, like the excellence of execution

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    Flee trial no penal pumping a substance bringing green abundance
    after i'm done the dirty damage onions thrown in the dungeon
    minus charges zestfully clean incoming verbal showers coming
    raining down from lyrical clouds lay on the ozone
    put your lights out in the glow zone hand me the mega-phone
    metrapolisis blown to bits bitter biters avenge
    and get dealt with knife to skin magnum force men
    torch in hand scorch the land til' u abort your plan
    native fam tears lead the trails to where camp-sites get ambushed
    babies pop out the vagina after one last damn push
    cuffed for the kush idiots get burned like the moses bush



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

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    My hard grapple open tops like bottles of Snapple
    No need for crack I cracked duke in his adam's apple
    hands punched in rice speaking wisdom like drunken Christ
    nigga act shiest face cut first followed by the mic, and lights
    then we fleeing like a little ghetto boy from his mama's belt
    we go to war every soldier on the other side received the welts
    knowledge of self the key to wealth these bloodsuckers deceive themselves
    with what was given a hard-ship of slaves still master oppressed
    and they say their blessed but really possessed
    by a book of lies that when spoken scriptures spook the eyes
    it's like choking on puke and trying to make it rise



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

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    NASTY^
    funny yet hard hittin
    New Music alert:

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    Quote Originally Posted by J.T.S. View Post
    My hard grapple open tops like bottles of Snapple
    No need for crack I cracked duke in his adam's apple
    hands punched in rice speaking wisdom like drunken Christ
    nigga act shiest face cut first followed by the mic, and lights
    then we fleeing like a little ghetto boy from his mama's belt
    we go to war every soldier on the other side received the welts
    knowledge of self the key to wealth these bloodsuckers deceive themselves
    with what was given a hard-ship of slaves still master oppressed
    and they say their blessed but really possessed
    by a book of lies that when spoken scriptures spook the eyes
    it's like choking on puke and trying to make it rise
    Quote Originally Posted by King Hippoe View Post
    NASTY^
    funny yet hard hittin
    Slice thru disciples, rifle off the Eiffel
    Snipe the tidal, watch the windfall/
    Spin drill kill ya little trooper
    Nuggets get ya pugilist outta this conference/
    Speak thru verses, Taunt cursors
    Ritually summoning ya creatures/
    Speak you leaches, creature feature
    I eat your mind out like I am still your teacher/
    Trim down ya eyes, get crushed by cold
    Fluster fold buster domes musket lawls/
    I leave ya reached, I come with a nomadic forces
    Import cha torches, custardís last stand/
    Rippers can come at cha office, three-sixty-five
    My days are livid off your lives/
    Driven off the guise, breach ya disguise
    Iím mole-man, cold crush ya flows man/
    You ainít in goal man, you missed the clash
    Crash cash fast task past lash, seen thru ya mask/
    Iím off in a dash, masked rider the ripper
    Has come at last, give eím the gas mask/

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    Quote Originally Posted by King Hippoe View Post
    NASTY^
    funny yet hard hittin

    Good looks fam!!



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

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    In the castle a wizard casting spells with a massive supply of shell castings
    Raw aroma of the slain there skin skinned off for future furniture in the making
    Kill a skin-head then wrap his body in the confederate flag after the baking
    then receive salute minus 21 blasts body-building lifer's up north so if you catch an L better protect that ass
    or become one of the prison hoes all this for selling o's should have stuck to eating cheerio's
    in that dirty ghetto bowl no teeth left so no reason for floss watch kris jump before he nailed to the cross



    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
    In the castle a wizard casting spells with a massive supply of shell castings
    Raw aroma of the slain there skin skinned off for future furniture in the making
    Kill a skin-head then wrap his body in the confederate flag after the baking
    then receive salute minus 21 blasts body-building lifer's up north so if you catch an L better protect that ass
    or become one of the prison hoes all this for selling o's should have stuck to eating cheerio's
    in that dirty ghetto bowl no teeth left so no reason for floss watch kris jump before he nailed to the cross


    Just throw on a track
    Jack the rip, I rip those jackers for packets of magnets
    Now they ratchet it up without them solo cups
    Like they chomping at the bit like squirrel with a nut
    Sucker mcís ask me how I get my lines
    Doper than coke cooked in a pot
    Slot cha defense; get cha a great power set
    Then ya got an offense, hence the sentence
    Enter this arena get dismissed and dismantled
    Until I disable your tracks like bad mobile apps
    Put on a cap, grip the scissors write like the wizard Theodore
    Abhor fire force mind never settle for less
    Dead cha in the dark, made marks
    The devil isnít a lie, peace is a lie
    Cats rhyme think they thoughts been bought
    When they just fought they own soul
    Get cha lump of coal for Christmas
    This is how I dump a whole shit list
    Fix this bullshit equipped to rip this shit
    Flip a grip, you dancing like a samba song
    Get destroyed in this conga line (what!!!!)
    Whose line is it any ways (fucking lames!!!)
    You ham bone battle throne catapult zone
    Capture the S-H you ainít in no debate
    Given gates make them break into despair

  10. #1105

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    Don't even begin to stagnate his stabs great grateful opponents bow
    death too the mediocre I'm scaring you rappers like seeing Oprah with her pussy out
    throw me the mills while chillin' in the cafť the trail of blood leaked a path made
    Use my hands to drop an enemy you keep that crap guage on my hip the strap stays
    In reach the light of the speech stay golden as toilet paper niggas stay rollin'
    I past the line pushing packs and after that hard fists crack your ice raps
    you stay funnier than an ugly bitch saying she's taking a beauty nap
    Besides rhino, Kast, Face, And Bun I don't do that Southern rap
    but I can finger-snap my cock and make your misses booty clap
    roger 10-4 copy that you all plastic like Minaj , and Kim
    My wisdom took over my closet so the garage is my new walk-in
    spot for my whip, nike air's, and tims
    you'll catch a heart shot like Pac in the end of above the rim
    looking at my gear like I got a love to lend
    I think not and set-it on have-not's outdated and un-educated
    Besides the scalp I can't be faded so just adjust or get left in the dust
    Or get exposed like Dre except your left with a collar bone crushed



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

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    there's no redemption through the eyes of a Satanist
    some fall cycle recycled to the challenges
    of lies given a will to overcome is shunned
    you fall victim to the platter searching for god's ladder
    forever grim to your death-bed date another missed blessing
    the outer-limit scrimmage spread like a massive infection
    mis-guided without direction silence during table-talk
    missed your mark by passing by the speaker the silence is deeper
    than the content of a weeper we must get out the sleeper


    and benefit for the better days that lay a head like a new-born
    teach the seeds daily so they can watch out for thorns
    that lurk in the bushes set-a-blaze leaving us dead for days
    unaware of who ever cared are we carelessly scared
    final years ahead be prepared to fight with power that becomes spectrums of light seeping from the twilight
    a prayer on both knees to some is a goodnight
    me and my wise-men take plight guided by the starlight
    rest and eat during sun-light while the young fight
    over scrapes thrown from the table killed before they sign to labels



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

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    Just watch me, rip it raw and
    Kill a beat, eat that shit for lunch
    And scribe another heat rock
    Leave ya mind in outta space
    There ain’t no race, writing cannot win
    Burn the pen in ya skull make you null
    I yell flame on like johnny storm
    This ain’t the norm, I’m cold as ice
    Twice as nasty leave ya jaw broke
    Open wide I’m a stuff ash tray down ya throat
    My dope is doper than soap mixed with novakane
    Bloviate rhyme out cha dough face ya Kane race
    Cash out cha bonds, leave ya wrapped in chains
    Bust a main vein, now I’m in pain
    Speak in sin, do it for the soul
    Grip the goal, hit cha with the gold
    Think ya plat when ya mind isn’t even in the strat
    Get cha strapped, ya mind is mini-mack
    Ya tape ain’t even worth playback
    Had to mini-disc those sick souls
    Grip skills always remaining tighter than a virgin
    Always swerving never sweating under pressure
    Get cha dental cracked from how
    I sweep it clean, fresh from the cleaners
    Get it meaner than she like greasey
    I’m iller than the Air-Yeezy’s
    Them shit ain’t J’s my swords play
    Sharper than the afro sheen
    Macro cosmos your moves
    Match cha swift for game

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    were here so prepare for piracy take your profits and royalties
    my fam lives off loyalty dirty money gangster greed
    cars driven at high speeds ashtray filled with roaches of high-grade weed
    dimes dig em out satisfy their throbbing thigh needs
    bow in the presence of a high- priest that'll sacrifice you sugar-coated raps unloaded
    your eyes pop at the sight of thousands folded keep my gat loaded
    in case the place gets hit where I live I never shit unless it's in the toilet
    Raw with this play on words a city slicker ready to take on burbs
    I get on you got a nerve back-flip shot the slug swerved
    impact was cracked head brains leak exposing your nerves
    snakes bring forth posinous seeds birthed by the birds
    a bunch of hissing babies put up for adoption by homeless ladies with fake furs



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

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    Bring the beast, feast off the pain
    Bust through the grain, touch my lane
    Sucker punching those in the throat/
    While they be skyping away
    While they be typing away
    While they be writing away/
    Get dismayed, I toy with getting paid
    Shown shattering shins battling skins
    Peeping through the lens is how I past ya in the rear view/
    Skip through the logic, I can polish it like timberlands
    I flip those a lil, speak allot, drop a hat/
    Coat tails approaches dosage be how I roast ya
    Coast through bad news, catch more in the rear views
    Secret sect, induct iron out cha ducks/
    Pluck through the winds, spit heat in the wind
    Burn your faces, waste laces like basket cases/
    Face driven given livers for living the high life
    Strike outta fear fuck a fake news caster
    I past cha faster than the flash vs road runner/
    Stone cold stun ya my flow never a flubber
    I bust out in a blubber of laughter/
    Gas ya full laughing gas just cuz you ain’t past class
    Past April fool’s get cha school well enough
    I don’t need logic, I’m lyrically already gifted/
    Applied to more colleges and boarding schools
    Than collages on the walls of the white house/

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    Bring the beast, feast off the pain
    Bust through the grain, touch my lane
    blaow!!



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

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