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Fuck The Law.
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word to the masses, my liftime smothered in ashes
rolling blunt after blunt on sofas covered in plastic ignoring god. see his commandants as a fraud if i have to kill a man than surely he did me wrong yo i exit out the building leaving blessins droppin bombs harming nothing but a villian watch the children sing my song on my day of birth spit it divine fated in dirt when i rise from the pain you can tell me what its worth to be a man moving through the ruckus of society pigs always eying i'm ducking through through the firing let it be known whether on the streets or in my home i believe in my own self one king upon my throne - now they prey to there god in this world full of nothing cuz they days going hard an they cant push the button feel the pain of my squad cuz we stay we losing brothers if had to pick another one i'd tell him fuck it run...
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my twisted connections blacksmith wessons with dripping pens images are transmitted by convincing lies, digitized into minimum files, these scripts are but bit torrents stitched by this viscious warrior in orange from this torn pad I am sworn into foreign pacts, build boards from born facts and form attacks with small soldiers that use swords and axes I've been warned about opening attachments, trojan combatants soaking roaming data in batches code fragments are the track's composers and wraps, acetone and coal's ashes are the only lasting components of this ghostly act...
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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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See the strips of flesh left on the ground from the beasts rounds
of brutal firing squads of thugs shot down So you can sit-down or act know it's two choices my ear-drums ringing all i heard a few voices i chose to act watching friends turn to only learn that slaves burn trading spirits for gold these niggas have no concerns About elevation finding a false toughness from incarceration Shut em down patient chest shots leave vests rocked Hand skills took years some of the best boxed Wins, and losses double-crossed us not what you call luck when a over-rated contender is honored with a weak crown and phony love emotionally cornered he's looking for a building to jump-off he's slightly slaughtered bothered by a truth he can't live knowing so instead of therapy he dreams of going so blind the coward could care-less bout who he's leaving behind
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fuck that
effects of fallen dominoe's scare delivery boys we skid n destroy Bust heads daily so there's more paramedics to employ plus the doctors my intelligence off the rockers ice with the vodka crab fury get pinched for the pasta another victory day get laid for your lay's Meaning chips the old blocks haunted by dips frantic with this bars so marvelous know spreads the red blood once blue a indy crew 500 deep racing to see the end of you Fuck a hedge-hog these sonics boom you don't know the pain i feel from the fumes
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AKA THE PROTO-CHAOS
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Out the dark you create cha profile
my game on is low-fidelity for some who can't hear me/ touch up your internet connect, interject who do u respect I can Big Ben derail your career with more scandals in a year/ gimme a track I’ll know it out the park know my heart is the dark/ deathly hollows couldn't follow then didn't even want my autograph/
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God Of WAr
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show me the contents.. are you exploding under pressure ?
power the better another victory vendetta u rulers can't measure feathers lost boss splattered he spat the sauce apple leaking while i was freaking his wisdom my head sucked off for him an obvious lost like the i.r.s. auctioned his lab off on the run gun stallion who branded the black horse object my force heads off impact of swingin' swords writing after banging broads real live executioner force he keeps contending deep blue sea cases pending it's blues, and tools plus the systematic bending major back pain from carrying the coffin surrounded by flames some drown trying to reach the land of fame arms hurting from the strain you dogs are gravy trained keep the sugar for shane the next champ i'm on my manny pac game Natural to trap ya'll like pigs trap trap-stars How can i be racist driving a white car? crackreads mingle with rock stars at hollywood bars my steez diseased son call it sars the illest by far land-slide your hills slash bashed him with guitar
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God Of WAr
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fuck that
we get it in writing powerful poetics with ball-point pens duck or eye-stabs inject the ink in your 20/20 visions praise this precison verbal beatings heating my living sight clear before i hit the corners with multiple trimmings eat this with bare hands master's after my plans travel on sands lobster cook your soft flesh giant pot holds the screaming man stinging's grand this hitman's guns don't jam join in the jubilee and you'll peep exotic freestyles fam white owl's got me twisted saying these mystics existed before trojan bust your dome with hidden chrome thoughts decorate the floor
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energy stored and released in a smoke screen's form, at times I promote greed, hold court in the streets amid a screaming storm of deceit no snow on my trees, my stones leave huge domes between my two feet witness the degrees of Section crew chiefs, this one has huge teeth and glows with Shonuff's gruesome grease sport suits and sneaks like Martin on Blue streak, off a few leaves I blew cheese and confused below average M.C.'s on Rza tracks or Timb beats my bats grew more than a few feet, goin hard, my ropes never grow slack and y'all win, we've never known defeat
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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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AKA THE PROTO-CHAOS
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Just another tail from grizzly ground up crushing sucker emcees
tight and see the whites of their eyes when I begin to write/ can't fight what cha cannot strike my height be mild in comparison my actions be in-comparison to defensive when your just an offensive/ option to pass draft axes cap you maxes asking you got cha ratchets I’m the avid collector commenting your each and every move/ everybody’s a critic but these critics got the nerve ask me if I’m the sheep that's deep as pearls found in the ocean/ closed casket bask in a demon's gaze my razor is sharp as ya fade clipping many in my wake, seeing how I bake your cooks can't take the cake/
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My tribe rides for the blood-shed we used to push powder like huskies pushed sleds
know the unbreakable focus of legally getting bread keeps the seeds belly's fed shit when i was young i was starving i used to have to shop-lift bread I wondered why the most high left us for dead until my conscience said utilize your talents instead of running with knuckle-heads around here they dump hot-lead streets hotter than a blunt-head running from the 5-0 strengthened the kids chicken legs know we got blues, and reds wetting each other how 5 year olds wet beds it's crazy how some fool nearly grazed me with a guage gee People want hand-out's theyr'e just plain lazy cops want to taze me their black man assasins I still arm-up fuck if my demise is an untimely passing the soul lives on hit the field and get my blitz on eat right and live strong a sip of wine few tokes of chron Biological father gone so know i'm humming heaven's song gene traits are 7 strong pavements beer i pour on
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God Of WAr
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fuck that
were trapped to rules taught nothing in school's under pressure by oppressor rule the false shine attracted eleven goons with deadly tools it's like two bodies by the time it's noon the protector of the stars, and moons spar with words transformed to conscious tunes knowlege the platoon of sacred jewels classified by the true and living building in the room windows covered so were not discovered plots will not be uncovered awaken sisters, and brothers opposites attract we put contracts on homo lovers he got burn cause his promo's rubber he got bread but no butter
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AKA THE PROTO-CHAOS
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Snap ya back heart cha attacks mastering firing squads
I am hiring hard making the board takes an EQ and more equipment that makes me mad at you/ tone touching dusted busted up load cha specs my trenches be sentences entering into this relentless pretentious questionnaires busting cells in the brain for thinking so hard/ card carry battle Barry as the Fastest Man Alive dive off the cliff dip your hand in acid and laugh at cha/ i'm sadistic opportunistic vicious with the wish list give you more broken bones than bones we each own/ flown dome shown blown owned by the time I touched principles inking well sinking in hell yell at cha team for not leaving the bench/ dent cha temple pimp out cha worst in society profiteering max gear racketeering drink beer/ suicide in slums so young drink ya water never the toxicity level or the mind altering/ I’m Excalibur raps albert pujios flowing with a two-fifty batting average nicest ripper eclipsing your halls with Gauls of fame tatted on your name/
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God Of WAr
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eternal delivery dedrimental doses of the deadly quotes
gloves off to punch the pope Ali tactics rope-a-dope smoke your hope it's all rolled and ready to toke i'm like the leevees that broke i rebuild what's broke smarter than most dumber than none i do joke occasionally foot for your ass to see watch it go in kush i'm holding
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God Of WAr
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I come rushing through neutral Grid-lock iron fired in your zone
he comes shanking instead of spanking ya'll stank asses over-thrown unknown face where they rest a test to date liscense the plates Some of these kids tyson with weight bury em in the garden state sure to damage any managers and acts they manage theyr'e price paying it's war the night blazin' out-side the cage kin cheer my sparatic fires flamning blaming me and mine to be rubbed out with precise aiming may the crowd say a-men he's paid like damon probably making more he hates the whores include the trolls last of the originals fuck ya'll sub-lime subliminal submit your minerals
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