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[BornPower]

Yang's disciple
made a name breakin ciphas
flame ignite
dangerous mind crack codes
blade slice, the bastard's cold
crater strikes then laugh in the snow
the sonned rise, the last 2 know
blood runs, the fastest flow
kut blunts and ashes float
on bic pens, a bee focused
the beat locust
keep treatin em and keep chokin
simply formin on streets swarmin
from low ends to henry hornets
fronts spit and heat porches
drop yellowjackets and keep rollin
keep holdin when crabs attack
you bastards lack discipline
dell-craft,
Half slash then laugh, "FINISH HIM"

[BornPower]

a cold wind, this Black Hawk
explosive on crabwalks
0-fin bat Sox,
I broke in and snatched locks
gold grin crack rocks
neva Lego, smash blocks
axe tossed,
at The Roots a Black Thought
crafts taught over tracks walked
drafts chopped and screwed in position
pot shots, chefs fued in the kitchen
topic: adoption, I'm abusin the children
cold fusion lyrics
top to bottom bruisin physics
only fumes fit description given by livin witnesses
dentals dented, mentally demented lyricist
pyramids imprinted chemically
swift hidden spliffs finish me
Bint Kennedy spit endlessy
with half a fifth in the lead
this skinny nigga need 2 feed
till only bones are in the leaves
I've barely shown how Bics bleed
on scary foes and business deeds
tearing holes in defences weak
buried growth ends the scene

[J.T.S.]

Your nice with it skeleton where's souf chi??

[BornPower]

south side of chicago

[BornPower]

my mic lines power the CHI skyline
travel my lifetime in an hour
towering over white lines
cowards spit the wildest lies
while the powder's lit by my design
no blueprint
but each line's precise movement
is rooted in script
no crew to defend
I, soldier boot trenches
new recruit suited to penmanship
clansmen with digital cannons gripped
leave panic stricken foes pissin in clothes
kevlar panelin encrypted in the minister's robes
hard handed, one finger cracks bone
tree branch rappers I snap in the cold
then advance trackless in the snow

[wutangcuz]

dj paul

Originally Posted by .5KutSkeleton

my mic lines power the CHI skyline
travel my lifetime in an hour
towering over white lines
cowards spit the wildest lies
while the powder's lit by my design
no blueprint
but each line's precise movement
is rooted in script
no crew to defend
I, soldier boot trenches
new recruit suited to penmanship
clansmen with digital cannons gripped
leave panic stricken foes pissin in clothes
kevlar panelin encrypted in the minister's robes
hard handed, one finger cracks bone
tree branch rappers I snap in the cold
then advance trackless in the snow

[BornPower]

I am the right hand of god,
a lighting rod for minds scrawled in shiny scarlet stitches
a blinding artist's depiction of a heartless scribbler,
a print-less picture of Lucifer's strength and Samson's scripture ingrained
pinned against a priest's pride and a pen's pain,
experience gained stiffens my twisted spine straight
my mind races itself,
any rage felt is chained to a page of wealth,
I serve cold dishes, appropriate for a soul's grace in hell
my rotation on this board game is compelled
by a forward-facing formation of armored men and shells
darts spin and cause skin to melt,
there were once a hundred angels, then ten fell
first four, then a fifth were dedicated
to justice, their scriptures drenched in hatred
one was born to carry Lot's load and was buried in Chicago
raised from a tombstone with two faces,
my coded rage fueled my cruel patience,
fools and their pride become my new pile of patients
spools of wire become inside replacements,
human blades twisted into dual vines and wine-grapes,
in a lifetime of hate I've always welcomed the fiery lakes....

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Originally Posted by .5KutSkeleton

I am the right hand of god,
a lighting rod for minds scrawled in shiny scarlet stitches
a blinding artist's depiction of a heartless scribbler,
a print-less picture of Lucifer's strength and Samson's scripture ingrained
pinned against a priest's pride and a pen's pain,
experience gained stiffens my twisted spine straight
my mind races itself,
any rage felt is chained to a page of wealth,
I serve cold dishes, appropriate for a soul's grace in hell
my rotation on this board game is compelled
by a forward-facing formation of armored men and shells
darts spin and cause skin to melt,
there were once a hundred angels, then ten fell
first four, then a fifth were dedicated
to justice, their scriptures drenched in hatred
one was born to carry Lot's load and was buried in Chicago
raised from a tombstone with two faces,
my coded rage fueled my cruel patience,
fools and their pride become my new pile of patients
spools of wire become inside replacements,
human blades twisted into dual vines and wine-grapes,
in a lifetime of hate I've always welcomed the fiery lakes....

damn cut u went in homes

[Dr Sleepwalker]

like your flow, foreally real duke..
good rhymes, I'll keep peepin' ya shit,

pea2e

[ChamberSlave]

tight lyrics

[J.T.S.]

towering over white lines
cowards spit the wildest lies
while the powder's lit by my design
no blueprint
but each line's precise movement
is rooted in script
i like these lines right here tight.

[BornPower]

appreciate the positive feedback, y'all.

don't forget to sign up for the tournament. I'm lookin forward to crossin darts

wit some of you.



btw...

on the general chat board they're talkin about invadin some LAME forums in da

name of WU.

[BornPower]

Undaunted, an unarmored farmer
defended his salted and fenced in fields of death
limpin and liquored up
his spit was unlimited and rough
ways old and set
this focused vet made them feel his breath
manifested with strength
each lesson was tense
and strangely enough, he never left a print
since the genesis
his businesses were chemically imprinted with pyramids
serious in manner
he employed a series of hammers
from carpentry to artist's streets
he was never far from the oven's heat
even when dummies speak
a wise man listens, but when he leaves
often angry bees are whistlin

[BornPower]

South CHIolin is returning soon.
Chiolin Bones on the prowl with growlin chrome foul...

[AcidPhosphate69]

Undaunted, an unarmored farmer
defended his salted and fenced in fields of death
limpin and liquored up
his spit was unlimited and rough
ways old and set
this focused vet made them feel his breath
manifested with strength
each lesson was tense
and strangely enough, he never left a print
since the genesis
his businesses were chemically imprinted with pyramids
serious in manner
he employed a series of hammers
from carpentry to artist's streets
he was never far from the oven's heat
even when dummies speak
a wise man listens, but when he leaves
often angry bees are whistlin

Dude, seriously...my favorite out of all of them. I also liked the line about Black Thought and shit. But the opening to this verse makes me picture some salty ass motherfucker defending his own. Good fuckign shit man.