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fists pumping before the thumping get to dumping
pump to your punk men easy for the punking parking in the lot weather hot women sucking for nothing coasting no more easy grossing attracting carribean queens like billie ocean easy lover potion we sprang in motion
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Eternal Member
Join Date: May 2006
Location: Daytona 500
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Sun Tzu with the flu i hachu crews and eagle view as they limbs flew
GI Joe Gung Ho lungs blow professionals into decimals never stressin' who like Ja I rule turn minds into vegetables tea kettle whistle signal game over time for dismissal melt flesh to the gristle pick my teeth with a sickle flow trickle down the aqueduct that i construct open wide as i come inside and fill you up above the rim i be Him slim swim with the seraphim Sierra Leon gem indestructible cut into the greed of women and men make them bleed within and spill out they mouth reroute their spirit no uplift but just drift around the globe poppin' up on urban legends told sword style unfolds pricks and probes ya frontal lobe caligraphy be the epitome of what my enemies envy pity any city sodomized minds rifle the trifflin' children of sin who lend their souls to d'evils that leave fools lost in an upheavel battle they can't win...
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"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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God Of WAr
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these suckers suckle they mama's nipples
their infants in infantry blowing whistles thinking they gangsters cause they hold work or conceal pistols that don't make you ill or make you real just a hustler hustling to pay the bills this game is real i know how the prisons feel
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God Of WAr
Join Date: May 2003
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give a fuck if your in the military i'll split your berry
postioned soldiers, snipers, and mercenaries i can see from a far a visonary in his sight cherries get whipped for the cream or get buried in the prairie killin' all and any with venomous spit punish you with rocks, and bricks instead of gats with clips instead of slaps to wrists do a jabbing then stabbin' swift vanish in the wagon that's what you get for acting all ridiculous if your having a goodyear time for the menace to flatten your blimp robbin' all pimps that walk with fake limps i sea food and snatch it from shrimps all of you gimps caged like chimps ya'll pussy-whipped whimps thinking slow tricking doe know it's me you owe another friend turned foe we patrol like trolls hat low like i'm Castro in the Astro is the bank low? follow the leader in the tank hoe his rank known highest to man never testify on a stand seeds study my words like the bible so satan's my arch rival fam take a swig from the bottle druken style back by popular demand drop you right where you land i'm nice with the hands turn in the matador and die a rat of war due to warrior plans your jams scammed face crammed and rammed from the hammer in my hands
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i hold the ratchet, blow a gasket and chop yo cabbage
causin damage to pussys like a gigantic dick, u cant manage to stretch yourself as i rip verses and new assholes smash those wack foes with full contact blows this aint no two hand touch we play rough so dont fuck with us put your bitch asses on the curb just like some fuckin sluts suck it up and admit defeat as we whip the heat or catch it ill feed your arm to some stray dogs so they cant reattach it
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God Of WAr
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the gun do lightning instead of kung-fu fighting
come through snipin' vampire emcee's with bloody fangs biting striking like lebron a cavalier titan no simple-minded writing enlighting the brain with reality game i let the gadget flame crash insane emcee's run-a-way hopping on good holding trains afro-centric view i abolish any allies sent by you with a swollen brain cold with pain a story of hate never revealed reels of fame contestants hang by skin with hooks the look insane
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Eternal Member
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Location: Daytona 500
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never trippin' or slippin' i just be brainwave skippin'
ripples cripple the simple the complex get vexed with steam coming out their temples my olympic team resembles Olympus i know your envious we strike fuck ya wife and send you to the afterlife pipe game insane ask ya dame we bash brains hard rock cock for hoes that plot for cash and fame and punks get dropped on the spot for speakin' my name flame spitter heavy hitter murdercase acquitter never bitter but you'll never find me on twitter pump ya babysitter shotgun will make her heart flitter so you better reconsider fuckin' wit this real go getter who'll spread ya litter all over the place, no kidder high techno with the flow you know an atom splitter
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God Of WAr
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hazardous like dust the poetics give a blood rush to the skull crushed
strong enough to break the handcuffs with hands up a guy that stands up to a challenge dial your bluff bang on bloods cripple crips know roasted ducks you boast i bust they don't rock well they dry up my will to make it out the wilderness theyr'e bewildered by the wilderbeast bitch get a grip on the tree before i sidekick workout spread my wings winging the flyness Passion of christ hits snatch a mic swift liveness you missed like Welcome back carter not to be confused with Sean, or Wayne we gay bashing emcee's at the rhyme-fest snatching chains fuck i grabbed his key chain he slipped , fat-lipped, and ankle sprained liquior can't ease the brain log on to e-bay i'm bidding his chains
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chisel riddles like the bible turning you modern day slaves into disciples
archrivals i stifle when i drop harder then change off the eiffel deep throat the rifle mature content got ya bent time spent trying to reinvent the sequence of my events immense pleasure i spit on your buried treasure my own measures i keep reek of herbal tea and afghanie weed handle with ease an ounce or qp laid back like Snoopy talk slow like Droopy bang hoes til their loopy then press play to record the movie old school shoes be shell toe make hell snow i'm so cold arms fold b-boy hard times told when hard rhymes unload the most watched the beautiful and bold my guiding light is the longest running hip hopera pay attention and you're sold...
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"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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the definition of swift, on the spot lyrics
i scribe for hip hop so wack rappers fear this in the lab, I the phantom drops the knowledge for these baby MC's drop them by the line with an addition of an electron toddlers tantrum, wearing nut huggers pampers used ass flow, recycled the word swagger a bunch of leeches, diced in the mixed like ceviche im a gorilla revolucion like El Che your uneducated bars are under spotlight opened up and didnt see any stiches tight claimed to be hard, i just ruined your run like Bill Mahar
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"At the party when i move my body, gotta get up and BEEEEEEEESUMBODY!!!!!" |
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Yang 5th dong #1
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battle through the barrage,
my grind never sits at home, parked outside runnin' not fitted for the garage an hour of sleep and im straight, up for the next day catching up with with my days of heavy sleep mentally impaired weeks of sorrow, depresion, to the bone marrow i was weak till i got the push that knocked me off the ledge dreamt of falling down a endless well violently my arms and legs slipped from all sides, didnt have my head to stop death asked for a halt, got a push from God, and pushed me through the endless wells water bed, that day i didnt wake up, it was a push that i needed to tell me time is a must
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God Of WAr
Join Date: May 2003
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tree holding twist a back in the woods clapped 4 the goods
address this like gettysburg the soldier that could bring greetings or beatings take your pick snakes get hit deadly crush is up no use for first aid kits He's channeling satelites on the mic he's microscopic spit a topic that kicks like drop-kicks force of nature distinguished understanding grand dragon gangster like triads, and red dragons diabolical crown of gold glow like the werewolf eye your furnace fried a miserable soul in the sky i get kite high perimeters circled surfing for queens to bring forth majestic birthing a certain tantrum i get from the bands drum verbally murking
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hot drop J.... clap a storm you've been warn leave tribes lost and torn toss mothers from their first born i thrist with the worst kind of scorn punishment distributed undisputed never let a challenger live cuz i ain't tryin to do no bid cuz you were just tryin' to feed your kids your reflection is impaired by the fool standing there unaware thoughts i share are hard to bear i crush hearts and don't care daddy issues women i share with the council in which i'm head chair see we all get stock see and spit on bitches like bukkake, you know all in their hair not only am i cocky but the whole block got me and the Wisdom of the Universe watch me and stare....
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God Of WAr
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Good looks fam
Mc's get muffin baked muffled on skates pump slump em for papes bloody his bapes if he don't escape the blows of apes straight out the cage you ain't made you's a man's maid sweeter than lemon-aid i slash you lemons with blades a thesis to praise flow seasoned like Sage refuse to move the fuses let loose on stage so face the dust once i race n' rush in my hands he placed his bucks as if i gave a fuck know he's stuck basically a sittin' duck married to the game without a pre-nup gee's up paid in full God raised your crew i flip like keith murray hittin' a hater with a bar stool my squad is def so were not hearing you
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Eternal Member
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MosHigh skip hop in the skit gloc on hip
talk shit cuz i walk like i'm it my clique spit everything but counterfeit but fools won't admit they hit til they drip get sick and vomit all on they fit the dutchmaster masterblaster a sweet swisher Derrick Fisher mango phillies i strangle silly really a titan twister system resistor from the Steel City wisdom persistor who stay in the main obtain gain by levelin' the plane observe the zenith i'm the meanest when i jump down on the game stomp my Achilles heel in ya brain the weakest part of ya frame i slaughter the sane then barter the remains for water and grains i'm George Carver insane when i feast off the land bubble peanut grease off in the pan then fry you fowl beasts with blood on Chef's apron i stand.....
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