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05-23-2008, 11:16 PM
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at least im not frontin like im good and puttin shit on a myspace to that sounds like it was recorded on a fuckin cell phone im just fuckin around
and sorry my name doesnt have cool words like skeleton in it
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05-24-2008, 12:39 AM
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05-24-2008, 02:42 AM
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Right cha lines wit straighten spines
I rewind wit lines like I guided in like airplanes in/ Geographic’s to mathematics are given through sermons Worded brethren episodic my rhymes are the cartridge/ I spit it never bigoted wigging out when I segue and go Throw darts you don’t even know I know I can throw/ Walk through the shoes of my Islamic brothers and sisters Walk through the shoes of my Jewish brothers and sisters/ Breaking bread wit wisdom never always deadly with weaponry Secondly I section more pages than continents separated/ Aided and abided victims kick the 45 grammar wisdom Watch him get all skittish when see your not a percentage/ Extra strengthage pardon my guestimation estimated How many heads is gonna take until we come back from brink/ You can throw everything at them including the kitchen sink But cha still don’t get it like prophetic notions after effects hit Causing allot of commotion coming through like a locomotive/ Shit is all potent whenever I wrote it throwing my darts down Ya should of never spoke it now I’m swarming like lotus/ Switchblade trying to evade me with spades and faces Without dropping heat you blazing with or without cases/
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05-24-2008, 10:11 AM
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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 ^^^now that's fuckin around. you ain't got shit to say about shit till you can spit better than your namesake. don't get it twisted sheep, you got skills. just don't always agree witcha structure, but I bet there's somethin I'm not pickin up on delivery. Peace
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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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Once I start to rip as ripper should, could and ever would/ You’ll be doing handstands without any digestive glands After hand I see through the fatal flaws cut through the raw/ Hit e’m hard like alien devices Reciting passages though various languages/ Mastering plans through constant viewings of Channel Zero I saw methodological incompatible flows unpronounceable/ Now I came outside and saw hip hop she was a curvy lady Betraying me after years of subsequent loyalty/ Now she went down south for the constant measure of soul food nourishment Now she claims she’s getting educated at all black colleges/ While I polish my tactics wit techniques view through screens oblique Critiquing emcees speech with less twang and more slang/ Now I’m baller blocking Carnheart jean rocking Flow stocking knowledge born scoping/ Once I stay locked to my target I never barge from it I come wit the penmanship so tight it can’t be duplicated/ Once it betrays me you can slay me like a knight to a dragon I stay badgering on with multiples tales of the strange/ I stay a detective in comics once action took my place I rewound myself and began getting darker/ If you can feel these flows from coast to coast I roast emcee wit least amount of notice before you can focus/
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Iv'e been away, fathering seeds, abolishing beats Shining in streets, don't drink much, but i smoke weed And eat others food, a gully gutter dude Give me the loot troop, or your whole squads barbaqued Beat bitches fathers rude, cut em up , make em dog food Blast some O.D.B. pussy for free featuring Neptunes before i spit wack, the earth will discover a next moon Black Gorilla Monsoon, wrestling tactics bloom Smoke the fumes, eat emcee's like prunes hit this thread back in 3 weeks, me and my wiz having a honeymoon
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06-06-2008, 11:09 AM
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My lyrical structure will rupture these niggas fragile sculptures
Pope Fiction suckers knee deep in the cultures Cures for the final four, grand slamming vultures Tales folk, white faced women, deepthroat the vets kids on a sail boat Exhale smoke, nostrils flaming, the declaration training Raining decipher drops, blowing noodles out in barbershops Pools of blood, bloody mops, operations on rocked knots Sapphire cyclops, invest in vest, and blue, and white tops God knocks your hustle, doors ripped off hinges, big muscles Walk with vicious pits, stab you in the iris with a afro pick Bust yo shit open, open fire, the sires gun smoking Twist trees potent, my jigger potential poking Speak english broken, narcotics are the fix Pusherman scripts, stuck in a wild western enviornment retire rich, bitches pitching for my fastballs Any bar battle, times racing, make your last call Been in so many fights, yesterday was my last brawl Broke a cats jaw, give me my cash, crawl Above the law, shoot a Steven Siegal Beats blown off the wall, i was born raw escaped through the rubber hole, blubber flow Fry your scalp like Nat King Cole, swing low Stay high, your ain't hitting shit like a blindman doing a driveby Murder shines, gingerbread man for the one time make bitches cum fine, pimp slapped, ya hoes mine Flows crime, children ditching parents for dollar signs Bartender pour me a drink, i'm too sober to think Imagination ink, my fascanations with spinxs Crime ring clique, thick in the thickening plot Home invasion with asians, ying and yang on your locks
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06-06-2008, 12:26 PM
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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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06-06-2008, 12:42 PM
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just something i wrote real fast
Sharks skin barber mind alter Fold never coffin I’m operating in the offering/ Grambling scrambling arm and hammering Jaguar stain glass shatter past faster with words I alter/ Rolling wit diamonds iron sharpen pens I’m writing with Strike like titians iron hot lions dens I rock fire stock/ Cold crush elementals armor shattering tackling Arabic scriptures wit bible pictures holding Jesus close to my heart/ Fold up chairs division rhyme and reason scholaring while I’m lounging Download mental mind frames time slates wit tablets from the greats/ Taken plates confessions after mashing clashing with rivals Armed procession touching with words I’m rushing/ Phase the place taken space from days I gaze wit lines I lace Taken track meets wit tack streets over dope ass break beats/
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06-09-2008, 01:53 PM
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Take seats and watch another cop get his wig blown
Pulling me over on the I-95 on my way home Half stoned looking at this Silvester Stallone All up in face with his hand on his can of mace usually calm with jakes, but these are the brakes Illegally searched, i put the middle finger in his face That mustv'e struck a nerve, i got served a left hook I hit that motherfucker with everything but the book T.K.O. the swine, know i'm on the run crazy shook Ghetto bird above, theyr'e igniting slugs at the crook Car out of gas, thought fast and snatched another whip like a pocket book On the block with Brooke, who's shooting? Son don't even look We took the exit to to the Gas station, awaiting the grand finale I gave up, they open fire on Brooke running in an alley
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06-10-2008, 11:18 PM
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It’s the vocal lyrical iron monger
Flow conjurer rhyme absconder/ You can’t even ponder the lines I’m writing down Iron out cha lungs and leave your brain chomped and crunched up/ Open your mind wit surgical prongs Rhyme so long your jaw will snap from hanging so much/ Candy coat cha defense with limited mobility and no opportunity While my offense scopes out cha walk through like New England Patriots do/ Now my flow caught cha just like the flu Now emcees are turning blue from the way I rhyme it like it was something new/ Whether I’m repping from Cuse ya’ll still aren’t used to our slanguage Matter of fact I speak English so potent they think it’s binary by how complex it is/ Spit for the kids, the wiz you finna marry it’s get pretty scary Old fashion flows are ultramagetic wit the styles that be kinetic/ Y’all cook your records up as quick as stir fry vegetables With no words to why so I approach my engineers to shift into gear/ I jot down a verse fast as a javelin going in the Olympics Now you try sprinting against a lyricist wit mind quick as two Pentium chips in it/ Negro please this ain’t no gimmick my shit has no limits Like master p and his no limit chains/ Take my game very seriously lyrically you still are not seeing me like the blind/ Whenever I’m sharp as a diamond or Coming off the mound pitching curve balls at y’all/ Striking you out fast as tornados and cyclones approach your home Grip tight as python singing more songs than riddles that be on Monty Python/ Hello, hello are the lights on up in there it’s cold when I have bring the musket here/ I feel like an execution when I’m up in the booth presenting you nothing but truth/ I doubt you can recoup the bars... I prove attempting to reboot cha mainframe/ When I’m the propane that burnt down your studio’s mainframe, oops I guess you’re out the game/
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06-13-2008, 09:42 AM
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I appreciate the love.
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06-13-2008, 09:54 AM
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Ice water world order, i dominate sections sub-zero frozen slaughters
Golden arrows hit daughters, rent-a-cop reporter Penthouse for the torture, score high scorcher magnum hidden, eyes low good riddance Put ya'll in coma hits, ghost riding stolen whips Catching fits for the fitness, mafia kids whipped Mademen beat with whips with glass tips Shots through hips, and strips, and strippers Bar tippers, break bottles over heads Runover feds, nightriders eyes bloody red Cop wars, hardcore lord stores enemy remains Tai chi in the morning workout, toke pot feed the furious demon, trigga the gambler glocks
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06-13-2008, 03:51 PM
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