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    ...the gift, this where it is now. fizzuck da' radio...

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    These flakes keep makin incorrect preconceptions/
    don’t take outta context my complex complexion/
    I’m dodgin projectiles, forcin projects progression/
    process perfection, glocks for Prophet’s protection/
    while congress keep stockin up profit collections/
    our mental is locked in ghettos in several sections/
    plentiful arrests then led to penitentiary fireplaces/
    standin trial waitin, feelin violated, I tried to face it/
    cheddar, I died to taste it, in a eight by ten isolated/
    an icy stasis, the vile basis that my life is annihilated/
    I lie awake in a sweat, sleepin on these empty threats/
    from lepers and lames who maim and claim to be vets/
    I tread into depths that seem so impossible to fathom/
    I kill dragons then drag em in rivers you can’t imagine/
    fantastic abstraction for the hell of it, it’s eloquent/
    steppin a line so delicate, next to hell’s well, I fell in it/
    empty shells is the the smell of it, yellin for elegance/
    marriage pell-mell, I put spells on belles who not celibate/
    Growth and Development stains on my brain, estranged/
    the ages have changed, it feel strange to bang wit a gang/
    hang on the range wit skanks and strangers wit fangs/
    the immature is a blur, it’s occurred, I’m blatantly pained/
    trained and ingrained but haunted by closet skeletons/
    no relevance in benevolence, all belligerent malevolence/
    M-elevens which I’m clutchin tight in remembrance/
    fightin the exorcist, demons keep the hate rhymin effortless/
    hate crimes is evidence of excellence from the serpent/
    slums and urban servants live under the words I interpret...

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    Quote Originally Posted by Prophet Picasso View Post
    These flakes keep makin incorrect preconceptions/
    donít take outta context my complex complexion/
    Iím dodgin projectiles, forcin projects progression/
    process perfection, glocks for Prophetís protection/
    while congress keep stockin up profit collections/
    our mental is locked in ghettos in several sections/
    plentiful arrests then led to penitentiary fireplaces/
    standin trial waitin, feelin violated, I tried to face it/
    cheddar, I died to taste it, in a eight by ten isolated/
    an icy stasis, the vile basis that my life is annihilated/
    I lie awake in a sweat, sleepin on these empty threats/
    from lepers and lames who maim and claim to be vets/
    I tread into depths that seem so impossible to fathom/
    I kill dragons then drag em in rivers you canít imagine/
    fantastic abstraction for the hell of it, itís eloquent/
    steppin a line so delicate, next to hellís well, I fell in it/
    empty shells is the the smell of it, yellin for elegance/
    marriage pell-mell, I put spells on belles who not celibate/
    Growth and Development stains on my brain, estranged/
    the ages have changed, it feel strange to bang wit a gang/
    hang on the range wit skanks and strangers wit fangs/
    the immature is a blur, itís occurred, Iím blatantly pained/
    trained and ingrained but haunted by closet skeletons/
    no relevance in benevolence, all belligerent malevolence/
    M-elevens which Iím clutchin tight in remembrance/
    fightin the exorcist, demons keep the hate rhymin effortless/
    hate crimes is evidence of excellence from the serpent/
    slums and urban servants live under the words I interpret...
    u the illest in the whole text rap sub forum...thats real talk

    i see u repp'd the Nation, i dont kno if u bang still or not but 6^

    u on some Killah Priest shit man, insane lyrics

    love 2 hear some audio

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    dope as fuck, the vocab is unmatched

    technique is ill son, watch how i spill one.

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    A Street Cat Named Desire:
    Left my nest today, decided it’s high time for me to escalate/
    realized the day after tomorrow was the day befo yesterday/
    enter the third testament, prophets lost in the worst tenements/
    cursed sentiments, I use every verse to disperse penitence/
    how many times do the Christ gotta return before we learn/
    to stop lookin to the skies and start lookin toward the stern/
    start throwin religion over starboard, I know it’s a hard word/
    but so much hate’s been harbored, it’s got our heart’s blurred/
    I’m gettin farther from Heaven, puttin faith in the steel I hug/
    hopes dashed to pieces like Judas’ guts in the Field of Blood/
    maybe I’m sent to be a Messiah but I can’t stay out the streets/
    maybe I’m meant to be a sire but I can’t stay out the sheets/
    maybe I vent from out this fire cuz I can’t play out or retreat/
    baby, I wept from my desire to simply lay out in defeat/
    I need a way out that’s complete, I can’t compete wit myself/
    my habits is too strong, I’m too wrong wit this heat in my belt/
    I’m still addicted to gunplay, so I’m steady polishin chrome/
    I’m breezy on Any Given Sunday, chiefin wit Oliver Stone/
    thinkin of The Departed, I started as a killer, naturally born/
    passionately storm on any enemy that may casually form/
    may they family mourn, then they’ll conform voluntarily/
    if anybody may refuse me then I’ma rock him like Eric B/
    fast life like Kool G Rap, a lighter wit two looseys packed/
    I got loose leaf raps hard enough to bring the Fugees back....

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    advanced skillz^

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    ...yeah, so I seen the 6's posting on the walls after the first time I came across ya' post [skyscraperz]. star of david, david's web, the born ultimatum...Christ's ressurected in process of the reckonin'...archangel Gabriel, gift of Gab', that's the word...stay up...
    $%#&!

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    I have transcended the hierarchy, the Holy Grail of Hip Hop/
    for hood hoes in flip flops, fiends that pit stop for nick rocks/
    for hoodlums who stick shops, for dope boys in big blocks/
    for brothas that got they lips locked when they get knocked/
    come drink from my brazen cup, but observe snakes that sup/
    it came from up above, there ain’t no way I can make this up/
    it’s straight abrupt, the way I used to slang all day wit thugs/
    measured weights of drugs, went home and prayed on rugs/
    now I obey in love, evade the flood so I don’t bathe in mud/
    since John immersed me my sword’s thirsty for pagan blood/
    so I wander far away to parts of Spain wit the mark of Cain/
    endurin passing strain, my only food’s been Damascus grain/
    now I fast and pray for a lasting way for me to handle pain/
    from the acid rain that came from Heaven’s massive drain/
    I feel condemned, meditate as I separate seeds and stems/
    pen gems upon the hems of priests descended from Shem/
    to end what began in Bethlehem, out from the virgin’s womb/
    resurrection from a early tomb ain’t what the world assumed/
    the remnant is deaf from the sonic boom, the comets zoom/
    the chronic blooms, the product moves, bulemics vomit food/
    priests in solitude, police is poppin tools to shoot Amadou/
    what I’ma do is topple whoever brought this cup to the table/
    whoever wrote and defended the remembered tender fables/
    banish Cain to stables, raise Abel, disable the label of hater/
    call James the Lesser who came later than James the Greater/
    but James the Just was the one who was akin to the Savior/
    no relation to the Vatican, that would be Anakim invaders/
    Joses and Judas was the younger brothas from their mother/
    all came as men and as men all suffered wit brains ruptured/
    I kissed the Christ at the last supper in those final years/
    I was the Christ’s premier pioneer, to me the price was clear/
    I seen Him cryin tears, whoever touch Christ, I’ll slice his ear/
    it’d suffice to fear what I’d do to ya, ask medusa or lucifer/
    fought wars that’s nuclear, produced Methuselah, rebuked Jupiter/
    I was born in Galilee, I escaped Calvary, displayed galleries/
    slayed to make salaries, evaded the cowardly, prayed hourly/
    now I’m seekin results, put the key in the vault, leadin the cult/
    demons’ll sulk as I lead the assault of the Maccabeean revolt...

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    This shit's on a whole another level than the rest of the section. I swear I sometimes think that you're Killah Priest. Or Hell Razah.

    Keep doing your thing Dub-P.

    PEACE

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    Your entourage can’t dodge my lucrative collage/
    sabotage superficial gods when my ruger pistol nods/
    and lodges rods deep inside of your squad’s garage/
    to barrage y’all’s cause, cuz it’s all hodgepodge/
    I’m camouflaged in the walls of Taj Mahal motifs/
    any movement’s a mirage, turbans and gold teeth/
    I hold chief while y’all spineless as a paperback/
    I take it back, ya act is swine just like a razorback/
    unclean, my rhymes shine bright in the sunbeams/
    legacy of hindsight, limelight’s in my son’s dreams/
    but I sold my dreams, biddin, smokin green vapors/
    chasin the cat, goin bananas for Josephine Baker/
    ignorin all the maidens that’s laid in my harem/
    I’m mute til I’m in the booth drunk off truth serum/
    but the side-effects is anger and muscle spasms/
    hustle fastest, drownin in the beast’s stomach acid...

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    Quote Originally Posted by Prophet Picasso View Post
    Your entourage canít dodge my lucrative collage/
    sabotage superficial gods when my ruger pistol nods/
    and lodges rods deep inside of your squadís garage/
    to barrage yíallís cause, cuz itís all hodgepodge/
    Iím camouflaged in the walls of Taj Mahal motifs/
    any movementís a mirage, turbans and gold teeth/
    I hold chief while yíall spineless as a paperback/
    I take it back, ya act is swine just like a razorback/
    unclean, my rhymes shine bright in the sunbeams/
    legacy of hindsight, limelightís in my sonís dreams/
    but I sold my dreams, biddin, smokin green vapors/
    chasin the cat, goin bananas for Josephine Baker/
    ignorin all the maidens thatís laid in my harem/
    Iím mute til Iím in the booth drunk off truth serum/
    but the side-effects is anger and muscle spasms/
    hustle fastest, drownin in the beastís stomach acid...

    Fiyah!~!



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

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    Picasso’s vomiting rubies from the top of his kufi/
    Prophet’s cockin a uzi on the block wit a doobie/
    you be watchin a movie, Hip Hop blockumentary/
    it’ll shock you mentally, this rock’s complimentary/
    it’s a jade jewel to dismay they who break fool/
    made to break thru the maze of modern day rules/
    they display tools made to enslave the brave Jews/
    invade Jerus and spray AKs in the grade schools/
    my new task is to educate the masses in classes/
    break impasses, knock glass in the asses of fascists/
    I’m like Arthur Ashe, my backhand’s hard as brass/
    don’t starve for cash, I got manna in my Father’s stash/
    if you try to drop a dime I’ma hear the water splash/
    feed you to the otters, bass, and the crawfish crabs/
    alas, I’ma let cha carcass smash from the tallest mast/
    ya arms in casts, I been the rawest since August past/
    Proph never delivers soft, cut from a different cloth/
    my little light shines hard, I attract Gypsy moths/
    I’m Mikhail Gorbachev attackin from a foreign gulf/
    goin off on those who scoff, but they flowin soft/
    blow em off the atlas, let em eat shit wit the catfish/
    I’m in Egypt wit the cactus, talkin Jesus wit the Catholics/
    in the regions of the Saxons, preachin of the passion/
    if you not geekin then you not readin all the captions...

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    Prophet Picasso-
    the top vato chompin' olives and sippin' scotch on the rocks in Morocco-

    yo Proph, another stellar drop.

    peace-

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    another Picasso Masterpiece-
    watch the god drop peace in colorful blocks like Matisse

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    Mark this hour on ya calendar, you can end ya talent search/
    wordplay’s high caliber rifles, but the vocab’s a silencer/
    balancin Bibles and violence, I’m demolishin challengers/
    blood sacrificin Highlander wit twin polished Excaliburs/
    the last of the world marvels, spit words of pearl and marble/
    I came wit Amistad in a bottle, come unfurl the novel/
    keep the girls in a hostel, waitin to satisfy the legendary/
    I got plots in dark cemeteries, but a burial’s unnecessary/
    cuz I live eternally like I been born again, but born in sin/
    torn linen wrapped around the cadavers of tortured men/
    prepare the sod, assassins in the synagogue swear to God/
    take off ya mink or lose yo cuban link like Terror Squad/
    respect the decalogue, thou shalt not cross the Messiah/
    I spit flames on yo terrain until you get lost in the fires/
    tossed in the mire, may yo soul expire in the swamplands/
    off-brand emcees get crushed like a tall can by a bronze hand...

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