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    verse one

    punchlines are properly propelled by proper design
    my name hovers over the city like the batman sign
    but i'm not bruce wayne burn em with a loose flame
    change my outfit and boots changed to sneakers
    we blow speakers out the walls like street sweepers
    ya'll sweet creepers we tape your rhyme bloopers
    fire spittin' like coopa movin' like storm troopers
    And boosters from mall security styles secured lyrically
    skillz given a notch expose heads like drop tops
    who got da props?
    Don't want an oscar though i hit like De la hoya
    out write any hip-hop author ya'll basic like tom Sawyer
    lawyers in suits fighting for unpaid royalties
    record companies have to distribute
    my district boots wack emcee's o.t.
    only me and my concious crew
    all monsters doomed got a room for teleportation
    somebody fucking your mind that's mental masturbation

    chorus

    i'm going in flooding the game with deep flows with-in
    i'm a monster see the scales beneath my skin
    play to win while others play to lose
    i detected detectives on my case looking for clues


    verse two

    Smacking your peeps jackin' for beats blemish your techniques
    the bastard on the case with a bomb to blow streets
    so steep with each verse slay the weak first
    watch em last for a season like some cheap shirts
    faded in the wash the boss of beef drivin' a hearse
    you know the flows a gift cause my life is a curse
    tackle your earth invade your space me i'm raging worse
    than a mad pit giving duo's friction like Angelina and brad pitt
    no skits only sketching you second guessing
    every verse is a lesson to those who lack substance of expression
    stepping inmdanger-zones sucker emcee's i bang their domes
    send em home title stripped ripped and robbed for a phone
    phoney clones feel the cyclone from a rhyme shown
    never tolerated a titan annihilated with chrome
    Last edited by Mantra; 05-12-2010 at 02:24 PM.



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

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    This is sick. The whole entire thing has amazing flow, and it really paints a picture. You've got skill, man. I especially like these lines

    Smacking your peeps jackin' for beats blemish your techniques
    the bastard on the case with a bomb to blow streets

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    thanks SKR



    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
    verse one

    punchlines are properly propelled by proper design
    my name hovers over the city like the batman sign
    but i'm not bruce wayne burn em with a loose flame
    change my outfit and boots changed to sneakers
    we blow speakers out the walls like street sweepers
    ya'll sweet creepers we tape your rhyme bloopers
    fire spittin' like coopa movin' like storm troopers
    And boosters from mall security styles secured lyrically
    skillz given a notch expose heads like drop tops
    who got da props?
    Don't want an oscar though i hit like De la hoya
    out write any hip-hop author ya'll basic like tom Sawyer
    lawyers in suits fighting for unpaid royalties
    record companies have to distribute
    my district boots wack emcee's o.t.
    only me and my concious crew
    all monsters doomed got a room for teleportation
    somebody fucking your mind that's mental masturbation

    chorus

    i'm going in flooding the game with deep flows with-in
    i'm a monster see the scales beneath my skin
    play to win while others play to lose
    i detected detectives on my case looking for clues


    verse two

    Smacking your peeps jackin' for beats blemish your techniques
    the bastard on the case with a bomb to blow streets
    so steep with each verse slay the weak first
    watch em last for a season like some cheap shirts
    faded in the wash the boss of beef drivin' a hearse
    you know the flows a gift cause my life is a curse
    tackle your earth invade your space me i'm raging worse
    than a mad pit giving duo's friction like Angelina and brad pitt
    no skits only sketching you second guessing
    every verse is a lesson to those who lack substance of expression
    stepping inmdanger-zones sucker emcee's i bang their domes
    send em home title stripped ripped and robbed for a phone
    phoney clones feel the cyclone from a rhyme shown
    never tolerated a titan annihilated with chrome
    niiicee....

    i especially like

    "punchlines are properly propelled by proper design
    my name hovers over the city like the batman sign"

    "no skits only sketching you second guessing
    every verse is a lesson to those who lack substance of expression"
    "Fuck fame... I'll shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim." - Masta Killah (One Blood)

    "Kiss the pyramid...experiment wit high explosives. I slap box wit Jesus....lick shots at Joseph." - GFK (Daytona 500)

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    good looks fam once again



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

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    JTS killin it right now

    no skits only sketching you second guessing
    every verse is a lesson to those who lack substance of expression


    the truth right there

    peace J

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    Don't want an oscar though i hit like De la hoya
    out write any hip-hop author ya'll basic like tom Sawyer


    so steep with each verse slay the weak first
    watch em last for a season like some cheap shirts
    faded in the wash the boss of beef drivin' a hearse
    you know the flows a gift cause my life is a curse
    tackle your earth invade your space me i'm raging worse





















    nastyyyyy

    THE REAL PCP

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    thanks for the love ya'll bronze and skamp!



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

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    Damn son u went in on this beat

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