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04-20-2008, 04:16 PM
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morpheus' lament
South CHIolin winds howl past great lakes
ashes wasted on lames fakin foul no traces of powder my patience is power risin crowded lines of men pacin contemplatin the heights of this Dart Tower of light the hour is nigh christ and the twelve disciples strike divine ciphers the blind die of thirst bleedin ice water, drinkin wine till they burst the first shall be last blasted shell burst shatters glass a carpenter's passion crafted the madness of his passage but after the laughter he revealed pain and mathematics the chains of middle passage rain and the sadness refugees beg change from those that had it it never came and the situation was deemed tragic faced with truth some choose to sleep in their caskets I dream of blastin chips breathin plastic visions and attackin the system this assassin is viscious in givin foes damage focused on classics I close this chapter on broken programs
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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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04-20-2008, 04:26 PM
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the slow flows of opponents drip
from broken bits of bones chipped focused and cold against the skin locust rotate, then blow the gate infection infiltrate corrections lungs inflate with rigorous training methods yang's image reflected in ponds peasants get bombed relentless this minister with swift palms spits calm scriptures psalms written on bronze columns split rivers of thought rotten timbers are dropped into bottomless depths as I contemplate the politics of death blazin hollowtips plot on alarm clockin rest consecrated and concentrated it hit's Jayhova's witnesses they only apprentices hydrogen tinted winds blow fences in expose scrolls with cold pens opponents fold, chokin on focused strength
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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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04-21-2008, 08:35 PM
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Dizzy's Dirty Done N
u no con, u a con's vic
i revolve on ur nonsense in calm waters i'm the shark's fin devourin cowards and competition get showered in shit rounds powered for strong distances crowdin senses with lyrics powdered and sifted to sniff who gives a shit u bombed first? kid's like dizz can kiss my con-verse ur long search is over cuz this bastard know who the master is, shonuff did em in wit da dirty dozen!!
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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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04-22-2008, 01:28 PM
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i put knights in rotation
seven nights of formations patiently placed perfectly balanced blades decapitatin lames then vacate premises on late breakin apprentices senctences delivered only evidenced by silent killers with high temperatures silk-slippered liars firin from concealment tiltin pillars, blinded rainin fire on philistines pain and cable wire built me brains drained and encased with wrenches filthy dented timbs, my feet whisperin wind when I speak defenses brief but every bone is chilled by what kut spilled in the streeets
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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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04-24-2008, 08:38 PM
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Dark Towers part 1
The man in black fled across the desert
and the gunslinger followed upon my neck, the sun's pressure sands swim and shift makin it difficult to swallow squint against the wind with cupped hands dust and sand in competition with a hollow man followin plans demanded from the heavens in a loud voice now drownin in an unleavened land's famine mentals crippled his sinister choice to continue his voyage by sevens severin connections to kin and confederates lessened the human links but it allowed him to cleanse his clouded dreams and do the brutal things needed greeted by beautiful demons servin burnin drinks guaranteed to kill the chill of the earth's surface heat thirst is a curse of the weak and my tongue is the first to peak when the furnaces speak survey a landscape deserted and bleak burnt trees reach for the moon's red eyes while a fool's wickedness convinces him he was confused when testifyin I choose the direction of mice and men as I blew death across the depths through icy fingers with wind the connection strengthens optic twigs extendin sharper images scripted taken apart by agent armed syringes they missin a single digit from start to finish spit shards and slivers darts dipped and twisted with the hardest particles in existence thin and malnutritioned south CHIolin spits the distance tempted by demons I grit teeth, shift heat, and keeep trippin my arsenal of parchment is missin sheets but once started there's no stoppin my the mission's completed pawns in positions to reach ranks unseen by mere mortals peer in this soul's portals evil bleeds in large portions waitin to recieve orders to pour through tortured, boiled, and brewed I've been called the Destroyer of Truth Bones, broken and bruised, spoke the soil and grew voyages in excess of 100 proof fools get hunted in schools, usually platoons of harpoons marchin to the tunes of ranks and files ninja gaidin over spaces, escapin from shaded to blank tiles 8th ranked with basic styles don't get frustrated, this shit takes a while...
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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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04-25-2008, 05:35 PM
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descend hip-deep into the wilderness
venomous techniques sink into my victim's systems rings glint on hidden fingers lingering evidence of inked messages: breathin leaves breathless killa bee sting wreckage street connections leavin debris and sneakin weed into heaven policies? my beats address it cuz when I reveal lessons it's like steel's undressin kneel when I bless it stretchin my thought's collective across sections wrestlin with godless prophecies sent to mock me innocence spent as property in this devilish monopoly precious particles bartered as cheese astonishingly friends can't tell us apart from enemies...
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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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04-26-2008, 05:59 PM
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bomb cities and study continents
borne aloft in the clutches of strong winds this black hawk the fallen among bronze men follower of da god's callin parchment armored, the strength is in the scriptin precision positionin, pen and pixels built with conditionin buildins tremble when timbs kick hinges in blatant staircases littered with spinnin spent casins forbidden and ancient debates are raised by ignorant masses ragin face the ultimate temptation: kill your master and cross the stage at graduation I can taste the contemplation as it races against ur mentals the pencil's face is blunted confrontin instrumentals stumblin, pacin over situations any bum's been through gritty extended tools gripped foolishly can still shift tense degrees my prints, leavin a child's innocence in the streets
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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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04-28-2008, 10:00 AM
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The High Desity Entity
Join Date: Apr 2008
Location: Northumberland, UK
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WORD!!! tell ya man, boys got some definate skillz and am talking mad skillz, respect mate. thats last one that starts "bomb cities and study continents" is proper tight!
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The high density, entity, essentially on a kill frenzy Holy gun blade, night shade bullets soaked in benzene Casting 18 spells of thundaga, unholy seed of sparda Anti-gods formed the shield a hold, am the martyr in armour White trash beautiful, see me at your funeral Wearing a full white track suit screaming out fuck you My kun-fu, getting my katana stained vermillion Killing zombies like leon in a decrepit building.. |
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05-02-2008, 08:11 PM
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spin the axis of evil
the real deal is nothing compared to what the people's craftmen could teach you steel-capped steeples projected from achilles' heel revealed weapons never healed connected to stretcher wheels freshmen fear copper bits thrown choppers shiver and bit chrome midget clones get split arsenic darts bubble and spit hawked into the wind cartriges arc and spin toward targets heartless artistic armor pierce tip lyrics charted at a fingertip's distance apart at this instant this niggaz art was fenced in as business
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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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05-02-2008, 08:19 PM
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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
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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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05-06-2008, 02:38 PM
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my onion is peeled easily as long as ink bleeds from me
heated chess pieces connect with chests weezin my chemistry feeds on wreckage and debris never secondary degrees my sessions are feasts for creatures like me gleamin white teeth, classic ree's, wrinkled jeans and white T my wings beat wind makin the night scream again flyin iron bites skin, silent presicion linemen in position firin quiet scripts even lies can live when idiots like minded persist pride in a system where innocence didn't survive how are we right to listen to old men hidin? pride rises, lightinin strikes subside behind mountains rounds fountain from fountain pens aroused one page of powder cuts deliberation by an hour 40 eigths of power get crowded in a 12 guage each shell a hammer for clamorin bells of rage tales of the tape, tears fell from faces share a cell with this terror-wrist blazin bred from scripts ancient and forbidden raised by killas that raised pyramids hidden swift brick defense tipped pitches still hit the fences wobblin palms the length of dennis rodman skeletons printed cause some kid's problems
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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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05-11-2008, 12:57 PM
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SiferBorn
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the black knight rides a white horse
lined and chopped fine, it snorted both pointed (in their minds) on a righteous course behind boards old timers crouch on porches scorchin heat relieved briefly by pourin drinks icy, spiked with hennessey weezin, disease-ridden breathin 2 old enemies that can't settle things until they kill a king one mandarin reveals his rings building a dynasty raining fire and debris the tyrant, an iron king, the lying thief the dying priest confiding lifetimes of heinous crimes on lines and paper files and ranks arranged by eights and other arthritic digits long division gets misted by the addition of medicinal spliffs bishops play positional games heaters wet, beads of sweat drip from gray ancient techniques are taken from beaten chests each defeat a lesson, after lectures fees are collected wirelessly connected, each is infected with virulent methods the second linesmith's skeleton detonated sections decimated, his lyin bitch threatened mate dedicated linemen positioned in a dyin defensive cage one side replied with elevated ranks the mistress rises, silent assassinations sans traces both old men vanish, replaced with a recognized face divided by a sinuous line, one side white the other colored by the blood of yang study terrain, stomach plains, and flood caves in one day of precipitaion done with son's games, I stun lames with sunrays puncture names and crush frames with dusty blades my bloody face busts racin from the stomachs of named victims this insane system envisions us as slaves visitin whips and chains, our own anger imprisons us agents within slay the innocence remainin but you pretend it's games, the matrix never existed definitive citizens in the wickedness of Babylon businesses experiment on denizens troubled government representatives are bugged and listen secret clubs speak with slugs that whistle like crickets indicted for principles I'd die before violatin the stone giant is patient pacin flames sedated, embracin the trials of Satan fiery lakes are painted from stages in shades of gray these days you pay to play myriad paths are paved with grave intentions shaved thin, ranks of fake friends are eliminated the simplest bladesmith seperatin craniums, the ragin tempest
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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 Last edited by BornPower; 05-11-2008 at 01:01 PM. |
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05-16-2008, 12:30 PM
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love the feedback...
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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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05-19-2008, 12:43 PM
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Call Me Frank
deadly experimentation
the undead, scripures and swift blades slayer intent, veins slit drip spades the IL-est shades revealed since this day once chiseled in clay, my fissures have claimed domain over souls sold in anger exchanged for fake favors and suspicious respect reclaimed by bank agents outside a storm rages shouts raised by villagers aroused pillaged crowns, gems drift in clouds, it gets louder a hulking mound of CHIolin gets up and pulses with power devourin ducks, shufflin strut deliberate begin the hunt, my pen is pumped to dump on illiterates disappear from senses International Business Minds digitize a deserted village the only evidence witnesses existed lonely scrolls drift in the wind expended energy willed into a physical manifestation my manner is patient samson's cannon pacin, handlin a blazin blunt ancient blades unrusted wrote veins bolted face front broken spoken spells cell-honed listen, it's edges still rasp against stone assassins attack thrones I sit back blastin a bone laughin as they fall gaspin graspin their own throats I gas chambers provoked flashes of flames controlled bastards claim the gold, but end up slain souls drained by the cold flesh of yang chef of devilish fame, i select delicate sections of brains eat the breakfast of undead kings, hunter of heaven's rings the deadliest sweets sprinkled with the last breath of spring a mid-winter's night dreams frost forests and trees orange leaves underneath my boots and fatigues my oven's unlimited heat melts through onions and shelled beets so what you gonna tell the police? single syllables the extent of my intelligent speech felony schemes belonged to the breathin me but genes evenly distrubuted executed rebellion breeds headless and bleedin on skella-vision screens cadet's lyrics scream diluted and confused I prosecuted them for prostitution of gems I executed and the rest of you drifts in the wind
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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 Last edited by BornPower; 05-19-2008 at 12:47 PM. |
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05-19-2008, 08:17 PM
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One Japanese man wrote of five rings
samurai to no king his scrolls depict scenes with senses keen simple, it speaks swiftly shifting easily between key beaten leaves drift, speared quickly by pen-tipped beez spin six degrees with a sixty clip breez evidently imprinted with crispy reez read the script, fiends bleedin lips need a hit of me immediately creaky old limps limp tilted filter kids through inhuman blueprints true strength built near hills, close to wilderness my fuel revenge friendships ended develop into a bitter trust quit pretendin, the jig is up no dents or chips of rust can be committed with beginner's guns get ur digits crushed by this number munchin wizard spittin lungs mud consistency, blood conspiracies pumped eurythmicly I struck system leaks plugged into structures of heat crumble tunnels under rumblin streets dumm fucks suffer defeat when confrontin these fatigues
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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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