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    Quote Originally Posted by .5KutSkeleton View Post
    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
    ...they seek to weed out the blood of abel, and the blood of abraham, and to cleanse they situation with the blood of christ, so they can possess an inhabitance. The Game Theory cd came out on the cusp of a battle against thought. just differences within a camp, about how money should be made. thought did justice, as evident. stay up...

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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
    My bad man for sleeping your lyrics pack substance, good!!



    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
    My bad man for sleeping your lyrics pack substance, good!!
    thanx. been peepin ur crab tutorial. get that manual published and sell it on myspace sun, 4real.
    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 Lumpy Gritz

    standin tall and wizened
    my cannons broaden horizons
    alchoholic,
    livin scriptures in retirement homes
    bony grip tight on the chrome
    focused and stiff
    never shift position from the firin zone
    medicinal bags administered
    old, sad, vicious and cynical
    mentals spin cyclical
    *thwwwip*
    spit cylindrical spirituals
    sittin on benches hintin at hidden tools
    the slickest flows didn't move
    mobs lynch with ropes while I slit throats
    spittin, I'm the Crow's grin focused
    blowin holes in opponents that can't flow, show or prove

    needles break notes on the groove
    cheeba smoke consumed shaped the roads I'd later choose
    hater-viewed, I stayed in tune escapin ancient tombs
    winter blades still slay in june
    lames dazed and confused
    my brains trail fluids, flames and fumes
    god's language translated abuses frail frames
    snake versed the crane
    herbs skate lightly on surfaces icily
    rearranging merchandise nightly
    leavin behind no prints, only a burnin scent
    surf the winds
    skim the surface sins of this murderer's script
    spiritual purpose exempt
    the curve and spin of this sermon is served with grits
    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 Fumes

    sulphurous breath
    a murderer's death goes unheard, buried under tons of earth
    the surfaces are broken by bones gropin open air
    focused vision swims through misty scripts
    chosen with care, inches shown split hairs
    visit the chairman of this division
    desirous decisions kiss despair
    Osirus strides nile rivers with his limbs bared
    wolves, wered/aware prepare to howl at clouded moons
    crowded rooms, proud and foolish, consume useless shouts
    ruined units in view are still surrounded by fuedin townsmen
    nature's greatest creation
    incapable of communication, it just paces ragin and growlin
    another page from Chiolin
    a rusty blade engraved with foul shapes and mountains
    drowned under soundless waves
    I still won't back down from challenges faced
    madness rages on crab-waves
    changin mary's sadness to blasted plains
    addicts stagger slabberin, jabberin slack-brains
    the status quo collapsed under pythagorean weight
    passion can actually heal this cracked state
    the black debate can now attack the race
    agents held back the fragmented paper traces
    trailed back to placid lakes
    classic black-face mastered the ass-kissin cases
    commemorate the tragic fadin of our culture's cloth
    our colors were once crossed
    I wonder if the blood I come across is my sun's loss
    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 Inch Press

    this division of discipline strengthens regiments
    tresure chests rest within
    explosives set to tick the minutes of legends
    it's my business to witness precedents set
    show the Wu presidents due respect
    rulers elect do stretches well rested
    I get connected like I fell from heaven
    my lessons learned from my presence on this wretched earth
    pens service stretches of surfaces
    each recession repossesses recollections of purchases
    this is the perfect murder weapon
    nervous restin with burners and shells,
    you'd never manage to balance the burden of a cell
    my questions weren't answered by the bells of war
    empty cellars sell stones, gold, and souls
    the precious poor overwhelmed by depths of debt restored
    less is more
    step through the doors opened by outspoken rebel forces
    to do less would be torture
    this session's edge impresses your neck's border
    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 Darkened Chamber

    focused on a bogus high
    I can close my eyes and globalize
    this shogun wise froze opponents with his writes
    it's a lonely fight
    my culture is a puppet, poltergeist
    vultrures in the skies float closer, gluttonous
    self imposed punishment, our governin bodies are far under a hundred percent
    hunters run, summoned by blood's scent
    trust is the thinnest money minted
    hunger turns innocent competition into a bloody scrimmage
    from cheese to spinach it's agreed that green is the limit
    me breathin is u gettin greased by greedy bitches
    sneakily my ink is enriched by conflict
    revolvers come unarmed and spit barrages
    quad nick carvers, commonly called Slaughter
    the product of Philly commons and Memphis Doctors
    the menace of pretendin spuadrons
    my mentals drip rotten
    strip the spliff's bolts, my physical stiff with bits droppin
    I caught the intrumental noddin
    watch as ninjas kill ya talkin pigs
    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 Narcissus Arts

    in the age of narcissism agent targets are repositioned
    each dart is sparked by plots of demon princes
    I spit and mobbs sleep with fishes
    my cards are incomparable exhibitions
    forget the hardest spittin, I'm the heart of my city livin
    this is a shark sponsored particle twistin
    sizzlin pots thicken sauces chef's concoct in the kitchen
    only the garnish is missin
    parolees are marksmen whistlin
    snarlin men, guardians against armageddon
    vicious intents pitch amid tenamants
    buildins, hot are intense spots of competition
    I just stopped listenin to garbage kids in the distance
    my arts are the sharpest digits charged with litterin
    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 Bus Nugget

    highways relate blades of light to the strain of life
    fake a-alikes play with mics and I slay them at night
    my pages are the strikes agents fight
    staged in such a way that their graves are denied in government papers
    lames mumble about rape bein right, but I make them see the light
    the beat bleeds until I concede the screams are ripe
    beez in flight ignite weak egos
    the bible's teachings feed the preacher's people from the steeples
    the righteous seedling is harvested
    the useen target of heartless demons fiending for the street's code
    degrees are coals coalescing and exploding on roads I've seen globally
    seen and spoken about openly, I chose scenes choked with green
    focusing, I behold the dreams of a cold deity
    bold chasing green, gold, and component springs
    I drove broken rings and homegrown loans into the wings
    no apprentice to swift spoken swings
    I bend instruments with the grip of a gorilla king
    the scent of Winter's killer is me
    I built pyramids in the Greens
    each of my cellies testaments present evidence to discredit any disagreements
    homojeanius gen c leaders
    stuck pigs constructed of sticks, victim's of a skeleton's lyrics breathin
    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 Stitch

    do jeans make the genius?
    if I bleed jesus' teachings, how could I not believe them?
    to percieve is not to see, exactly
    since our mental faculties have been diminished drasticly
    it takes bigger faculties to battle the hazardous crab fleets
    masters of dastardly deeds, bad dreams, snap rappers wearin snack wrappers, and crack fiends
    pen and pad spit that ten feet
    no pitty-pat, my bishop's attack entraps enemy factions in fatigues
    the last a breed craftin classics over beets
    switched the tactics of the opening
    so swift, in fact, my pen's tracks won't show on screens
    increase the postage with each of the Shogun's swings
    bones blows weeds with Spring's breeze
    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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    ...dude is battle tested. pra'ceed bruh...original, of origin distinction, yup...
    ...the homojeanius, yeah,
    ...suh'm like word I got from another chi' soldier
    ...but, so I been working to put end to the "homo-genius" state of the current era phase, the monotonous pandemic nation-wide, this systematic distinction extinction. it's peneil that's been the prison...checks-and-balances...protocol...
    Last edited by ChristO; 06-11-2008 at 08:01 PM.

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    penmanship has always been swift and deadly
    methodic melody, devils cocked and ready
    shells spent hit rocks steadily
    chipped shots with red beams settle mad cow disease directly
    wireless connection specialist
    headless metal tips revel in this hellish stench
    lead swims in red thickness that drips precious
    cookin books, chef's ready with crooked methods
    filled with questions I built my lessons
    recievin the thieves' blessin after revealin a killer confession
    pastors pass cold soldiers
    caskets wept over, passages read from old testaments
    captive of cold blackness
    my soul is restless, snappin necks on snow-flecked roads
    massa's close kept remedy reflected hope while our towns were fed and doped
    what was left of the message stoked flames
    the growth a grain angry and rainless related slow
    painfully aimed bolts of ragin scrolls rain below
    I slay strangers that claim control
    erase the frames of gold danglin from your skull...
    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 Briefly

    grains drift across empty plains of brainless men
    Blaine the Pain trains Himalayan
    blank-faced, ancient and fadin
    rust-flaked frames crumble away to dust at the patient's touch
    my paintbrush displays ranges crushed
    fame exhaled from an angel's lungs, I can't escape the flames
    this untamed locust combusts when ink rushes
    as my wings hum electricity streaks and runs
    the rooster awake betray's Peter's trust
    the truth
    a cruel blade known to infiltrate Illusion's estates
    knight movement ranked by eighths
    my cravings scrape plates with righteous musik playin
    losers debate tables with the same hate that slew Able
    break loose from the grey goose cables of this fascinatin fable
    the matrix has played you
    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 Stoop Hawk

    chicago plots scorch block porches and corn appendages
    be born and experience a builder's script as it forms visions
    molds are split as my essence is poured within
    four squared boardmen prepare for warfare intently
    my citizen's weaponry are militant, seeking
    a black panther's menace seeps into the streets
    creepin sickness, only my people are afflicted with symptoms
    leeched of the least wisdom
    beasts consume the fruits of this wicked system
    businesses are built on rocks by criminologists
    spoiled rotten, poisonous darts quit arguments
    cliqued revolvers spin products into winds to coat tenaments
    folk-ish representatives Tom and Sam
    problems expand the relative family resemblance
    rockets in Iran
    specialist plan beez search sandy streets for terrorists
    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 This 2

    hardwired for genius,
    I start fires in small regions
    old and tired regents are co-conspirers with the precinct
    roads get tarred, peelin when my tires are screechin
    blast pioneer speakers mathemaTICAL through eyes of needles
    my growth is exported until spores seed the globe
    my beez' orders are quartered,
    once then again before beginnin patrol
    a gun's glint is a clutched pen scribblin scrolls
    this business deal won't get an appeal
    spin wheels,
    pigs squeal to give you an inch of ur soul
    angry men spit steel at Frankilin's Benz unfoldin
    but I know them
    and my whole extends unbroken
    there are no limits to what's spoken
    I spit crumbs but u still chokin
    blend notes with indented quotes
    Major Payne microphones blindfolded
    lines are cords uploadin codes and programs
    the postal nomad
    forced to attack foreigners with notepads
    my Bournes in this form are facts
    wittness this imperfect performance of nature's wrath
    but this impatiently crafted blade can hack the matrix chapter
    passive masses embrace the cage and madness
    I pray in caves until my image is drafted visually
    the Big Ben menace of minimalist beats
    my sickness breeds
    victim's pictures are concieved prerendered onscreen
    my degrees are remembered by drippin ink splinters seepin
    trees get heated, cool
    I breathe fools thinkin they can teach school
    it's too easy, why would I cheat u?
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    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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