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    shit, my stitches itch again
    my pen easily drips venomous liquids
    little kids skip scriptures and pick up big brother's guns
    the grips are still rough
    strength of will is my steel bustin
    troubled by the innocent repercussions
    attention simpletons:
    don't turn this into a grim reaper discussion
    my peace is corrupted by weak mumblin
    keep it comin
    I leave v-tunnels flooded with bleedin ice-crusted dummies
    breath the dust of a man standin on a giant's noggin
    tie the problems where they rightly belong
    exercise the longest sight strongly
    there are only two options: applaud or drop your own heat
    so you think you know kung-fu?
    show me
    your flow is a slow leaf driftin
    gettin drilled holes by killa beez
    mimicry is a difficult skill to exhibit properly
    your limited artistry against my unlimited armory
    keys swim in my arteries
    prehistoric sharks feedin on small pawns crawlin across beets
    chopped degrees assault the streets
    sergeant slaughter dirty moggs with thirty-aught techniques
    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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    Quote Originally Posted by demented View Post
    yo, I roam battlefields like vultures
    breaking in your home like a culture shock
    anything you've seen I raise it a few notches
    bug out bum rush hell take a few hostages
    if you think you can step up to my lyrics
    there's another thing coming to your clique
    a psychopathic murderous goon in your face
    you can call me names they ain't hurting so brace
    for a fierce counter attack that'll break bones
    money power respect, so you taking out loans
    you the teacher? you elementary peasent
    my bars hold necessary food like I'm a penitentiary tenant
    I develop cultures on countertops
    while vultures flock to bodies droppin
    holdin crops hostage to profit my haunted noggin
    the prophet's targets get their topics reviewed
    re-used, re-brewed, weaklings get screens bruised
    I can't give you a preview or teach you from my people's evil tunage
    puny humans foolishly pursue da gods' spewins
    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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    Default Dr. Yang

    pages, pen-depressed are prescribed an ink diet
    I preceed riots, Yang strength correct
    the basis built to connect mindsets and flyin iron
    lion kings are hunted by men dyin for lyin regimes
    lie on the scene emotionless
    each motion a test, wolverine strokes on flesh
    this breed of soldier no vest
    I hold keys bearing cold abyssal crests
    show apprentices and cadets how to erect sentences protected
    original cadence secret agent
    single syllables similarly related reverberate strangely
    Dr. Yang StrangleGloves
    or even just call me Frank
    my veins exchanged with favored material gains
    cereally slain
    serials visibly plain drain credentials displayed
    good riddance, lames
    I spit a hood's distance in the rain
    simple whip, no chains, limpin in pain
    equipped to begin the invasion of crypts and grave sites corrupt
    catch me high as fuck wirin batches of nitrogen tubs
    this passage is Tyler Durden, the fire serpent of Fight Club
    mics erupt, sunlight covered up by clouds of dust
    point five kut writes with an icy touch
    iron and blood
    the scribe's new hires are crushes under a fiery crust
    lines of lions strut
    I write with time so the shine never dulls
    the highest rush of fame
    pines combust in flame
    my mind conducts lightning and pain
    iron lungs gust cocaine
    coated, foes lose focus like blow's face
    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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    Default Disciple's Dart

    I miss the repetition
    the mindless and spineless precision
    my lines spit, rewind and are re-written
    the scene skips
    demons drift and leap cliffs impossible distances
    dodgin assaulter's clips and helicopters
    my knowledge exists to drop it like this
    an apocalypse, a spinnin top of sharpened shivs
    the mark of six,
    beginners remark they doubt the ark exists
    my heart, hardened bricks
    sticks and mortar, tar and grits
    innocence stored in larders
    a hard bargain at 50 cent
    scarred tribesmen sift scents in the wind easily
    eatin beets, this MC's chin drips crimson and limp speakings
    swim swiftly,
    this spent delivery clips ends and perms scalps
    pure thirst for herbal trout, been in too long I burn it out
    permanent scowls on foul opponents focused on a crown
    I am bold, I am proud
    and my surface is perfectly round
    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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    Quote Originally Posted by .5KutSkeleton View Post
    I miss the repetition
    the mindless and spineless precision
    my lines spit, rewind and are re-written
    the scene skips
    demons drift and leap cliffs impossible distances
    dodgin assaulter's clips and helicopters
    my knowledge exists to drop it like this
    an apocalypse, a spinnin top of sharpened shivs
    the mark of six,
    beginners remark they doubt the ark exists
    my heart, hardened bricks
    sticks and mortar, tar and grits
    innocence stored in larders
    a hard bargain at 50 cent
    scarred tribesmen sift scents in the wind easily
    eatin beets, this MC's chin drips crimson and limp speakings
    swim swiftly,
    this spent delivery clips ends and perms scalps
    pure thirst for herbal trout, been in too long I burn it out
    permanent scowls on foul opponents focused on a crown
    I am bold, I am proud
    and my surface is perfectly round
    Okay 5Skull i like this very descriptive especially the 1st few lines

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    thanx.
    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 SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS View Post

    Whether Iím spitting something retarded
    Or half way decent yet guarded
    Iím still hitting the margin
    Fuck you critics
    I beg your pardon

    The way I speak unleashing heat defeating you sucker emcees
    Picking you off quicker than Huckleberry Finn did Cherryís on Trees/
    Let the option be more about monopoly
    Rather than bettering society/
    Thinking gaining notoriety
    You can be a propriety with multiple options G/


    my cycloptic options topple leanin Pisas
    meet this evening's speaker
    the author of common problems botherin bleatin ducks
    speaking of peace is easy enough
    but will you feed your enemies bleedin in front of your loved ones?
    troubled times have come
    and I don't wanna be one of the last ones
    CHI's highland wonder, but without Chris or Sean I managed to piss on lawns
    position my pawns to disarm the viscious dissedents against the gods
    pretend it's gone, I didn't get this strong liftin straw
    my inner figures predicted the trip would be long
    so I penned the Necronomicon
    skeleton politics with a swift collectivist fist and impeccable chess references
    his restless gift reckless with scripts
    his pen, a hellish imp dealin death in the IL-est depths of corrections
    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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    hot lines dog id do a text song wit u homie havent done that in a hot minute holla at me.

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    ...okay, only got through the first page so far...flames, okay, okay. heat. shout to chi-town south side, illinois. all the south sides in all the cities. yeah, well, wanted to get the chance to walk through robert taylor and cabrini/green...r.i.p. to wenona from ickes homes...they dropping the ghettoes out from the sky here too, so...I'm hip to this shit...anyway, got word from a chi-town soldier about suh'm. land of linc', pro to col, like...anyway, gotta' be on my fall-back shit. and one.

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    Quote Originally Posted by .5KutSkeleton View Post
    driven infinite distances
    by an addiction to swift penmanship
    blackened lips crack and split when I attack this script
    first to spit and last to split
    casually tip ashes spilt on my casualty's caskets
    foul, I bleed black ink rapidly
    black steeds travel the middle passage
    cracked, savage and foreign
    peasants lack the courage to grasp thorns
    imagine thoughts formed
    glass shattered when this dart was born
    trapped and torn, Judas adapted by mornin
    stood back and laughed at the fools in black mournin
    his fuel, a bloodstorm stored within
    breath stinkin of red drinks
    he unleashes the forces of sin
    ...lol...bruh, Kut is in alignment. this al-jihad martial art. this far as I [a tone] got on second page so far. yeah, it's the shit I'm on. shit like the furnace heat abraham had to escape from. pardon self, I even had to atone from self, if s.p. [south philly] was right about me.
    judas adapted by mourning...real ill. christ/body shit...a bloodstorm stored within...counter, no more blood to leak from the body [christ/body]...he [judas] unleashes the forces of sin...word IS bond, as al-jihad [cleansing] lives. I know wut I know. pandora's box verses the game theory...I'm over here from philly, I got the illa' nois. my boy told me I [Arm-One, 1KH] was getting good response in Chicago [about 2003/2004]. the Kut is live. the buildings up...

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    Default Trunk Music

    handcuffed
    chuff sand and dust in the trunk of a van or truck
    oxygen demands lungs
    lookin back I understand my command was rough
    cannon's corrupt stuck me up for rubber bands and such
    I can handle the bumps, ups and downs
    dumpsters chunky with ducks that confronted me
    now my tough deeds have come to punish me
    I hear shovels in the streets
    blood pumps and I stuggle to breathe
    adrenaline rush
    this citizen unrepentant gets lifted
    exhibited beneath the earth's crust
    the first touch raised curtains of dust
    my name, a twelve guage laid worthless, sure to rust
    my fame, murdered in a circle of trust
    my grave, unnamed, surfaces serviced by mud
    a purposeless thug stood firm against the flood
    the wormed wood burnin hoods
    the first whiff of blood-matted hounds trackin packages shipped through crowds in CHIolin...
    but it didn't matter now
    black clouds are drafted across patches
    the sadness drips ashes on my makeshift casket
    I had chances to escape the madness
    but I had it made
    major paper trails fadin away to wails
    I can taste my failed passages
    but now I stagger twisted
    black listed by bastard kids that don't know who Lazarus is
    slack lipped, half spits his crafts dipped in hash ended spliffs
    rapid tracks once tapped vanish
    ashy, african-lookin, sarcastic and bookish
    never shook, bitches it's Mr. Brooks
    cookin up the right moment for tonight's role
    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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    Quote Originally Posted by ChristO View Post
    ...lol...bruh, Kut is in alignment. this al-jihad martial art. this far as I [a tone] got on second page so far. yeah, it's the shit I'm on. shit like the furnace heat abraham had to escape from. pardon self, I even had to atone from self, if s.p. [south philly] was right about me.
    judas adapted by mourning...real ill. christ/body shit...a bloodstorm stored within...counter, no more blood to leak from the body [christ/body]...he [judas] unleashes the forces of sin...word IS bond, as al-jihad [cleansing] lives. I know wut I know. pandora's box verses the game theory...I'm over here from philly, I got the illa' nois. my boy told me I [Arm-One, 1KH] was getting good response in Chicago [about 2003/2004]. the Kut is live. the buildings up...
    no more blood...that would be IL.

    That Game Theory has been proven as a testament of FACTS should be apparent in my scripted attacks
    gifted, with the precision of Ant, skellaton lifts maps
    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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    Default Frank Mumbles [1]

    Frank's righteous narrative is Yang's ferris-like contemlation
    pages ignited with a wide range of topics racin
    in it's way
    an ancient product of minds corrupted by politic's embrace
    colleges are wasted on flocks of soft blockheads, panty-waisted
    campaign debates
    samson versus the phantom blade
    cannons blazin are erased by the demands of jades
    some blame the hands of fate
    unable to unravel the strands orchestrated, get forced to face it
    my shit's lumpier than the porrige bears ate quick
    from evening to late mornin I'm traced by agents with orange bangers
    their torturous aim razes fortifications
    when bored I strangulate lames over sixty-four mates
    my favorite soldier makes his fortune in horseman formations
    a river's course changes
    but my winner's score claims all angles
    choruses of boardmen supportin Doc Strange through fiberoptic exchanges
    bodies of squadmen decay
    unpredictable, Dennis Rodman hits the pick and pop plays
    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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    Wink Frank Mumbles [2]

    this script's intentions are simplistic
    for the bastards that never mastered mathematics or dig digits
    y'all wack
    crawl back to those tall stacks of black jack-off rags and forget about rap's crack-like callin
    I'm slack jawed, flabberghasted and appalled
    your backward tactics skip caps and/or scit cat get that, dog?
    I spit black fogs, twist ratchets on crabwalks false flaggin
    you're talkin to the captain, crunch
    you're only attractin more hammers, chump
    yeah, stand there stuck as david banner duck hunts
    never front thug, I'm just real, bruh
    keep steel tucked in cheap jeans, three and ups
    sometimes my rees scuffed but killa beez still combust
    I stretch lungs real to reel
    my technique keeps the weak on MP crutches
    ghostdeini's cobra clutch opens blunts
    shonuff the shogun wrote this spritzin afro plus
    but let's get back to brokeback thugs on WuCorp
    the fools cavortin, true to their forms
    while misconstrued, I spew a rubik's cube of sorts
    mint conditioned mentals born amid bins of corn
    your sticks are scorned, I penned the storm
    gold, frankincense, and myrrh are the most mentioned gifts for infant lords
    mist drifts in from lake michigan's shores
    once again, forget this
    your blessins must be hidden somewhere in storage
    pages are torture to read back, much less forward
    we need a WuCorp court to issue orders
    here's a tissue, get rid of the simple folders
    evidenced by voters
    Hillary-tinted lyrics are set adrift by thick cords
    Last edited by BornPower; 06-03-2008 at 11:58 PM.
    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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    Default Morpheus' Lament [continued]

    Originally posted on thread "Skyscraperz"

    targets acquired, shark attired
    spark spirals in the night
    the marksman of minds combines with dark conspirers
    call me Darth Virus
    my darts are alive, eyes attracted to spinal taps
    magnetized, I shine brightly in the tranquil eyes of madness
    cry inside, our TVs guide the trials of blackness
    their vile lights track our kidz
    tribesmen sit back laughin, passive in the passage of time's ticking dragon
    their "backwards" innocence is our sadness
    another trackless wilderness is cashed in
    I am Jack's lack of passion
    you all talk while I'm Brad in action
    stashes in the attic, handcrafted soaps packaged
    explosive chokeholds until bones crack
    drop stones on brokebacks
    properly honed, poems grow into crops of gold stacks
    foes fold under focused attacks
    shoulders boulder from the facts' atlas treatment
    bronze-skinned demons feast on crabs creepin
    savage and evil, I pass peaceful between patches of math dreams
    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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