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Fuck The Law.
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CHECK IT!
BRONZE HDOTNOTIK set it off just so he can lace it, set em up for thrid eye lasik, complex no basics, hdot and the dwella in the basement, super secret agents you dont play with cyanide capsule before we say shit, you say switch, i say done flipped, broke bread between a mic and my lips, ayo the hype is legit, nice in the paint jordan my kicks... absorbed in the mix, octave form swarm in the pit. turn dykes with the dick viking on the mic, strike'n defend cypher begin. or is the cypher that never ends sprial pyres like pyros in the fires of sin struggles against kin, armed assaults on the chin winning is nothing, never living for something assuming that we all are just bluffing so gets ta' flushing' that weak shit... I aint feelin yall - sorta like thanksgivin' without the stuffing i'm bleaching' cleaning up the game it's the reaping chewin on locust yo the rhymin' is my reason we on the hunt and emcees are in season cold treason to sub par enemies, surrendering aint an option, slice arteries artemis combined with hercules or like rocky mixed with mister T envoke the centepide go underground vulgar god with thunder sound my hungers found mow dozens down hit'em with that rawness, some are found, some are drown no warning or precaution from west london to boston flip full force and toss em the centre to the gardens cold crush and harvestin burn a big blizz halfed with hash ski mask, bank heist for the cash petty crimes kids flippin the bag slipin the jab indestructable consider it fact mischievous cat never faded by a simpleton act we keep it raw in the bean with that up north touch getcha jaw broken clean body blow to the gut six shooters holding the stuff seven soldiers gettin ready to bust eight minutes before we all get fucked nine detonations, set ready and jump pick it up and passin the action for pumps in no less than 10, minutes dwindle as the best presents cindered shindles 11 homes burnt to the ground revenge... aquatic bandits heavy handed 12 knots deep in atlantic eager to panic cuz number 13 leaves reasons to vanish vanquish 14 to count and start again the murder of 13 cavemen, 12 monkeys we caged them, 11 pages of sages and those we the days when priest would count by 10 the countdown dead surround found fled, ANY MC in my compounds head gets chopped chow fed to all my wild maniac rap demoness horde wild broads suck you off all ya feelins' adored dumb bitches who wild' out not feeling remorse suck a hole in ya dick, watch you bleed on the floor haha hahaha damn, skanky skeez teaser usin teeth for tweezers, suckin semen thru urethras night of the living dead bitch features backyard movie late night theatres dirty rotten, watchin horror flick meat clevers eatin' beaver with ghonorea vagina hymen beater i'ma seed her go out an reup the sickest wheres the clean up visions of madness slither inside this magic, if you want some action we got drugs under the mattress end it off like the record and the static fortified by narcotic establishments knock at the front door, who is it? 9th precinct, disticnt bark, teeth start to sink my eyes blink, 8 men walk thru laughin sayin you commited 7 sin, im gaspin 6 switchblades swing and start gashin 5 more second, cars gassin, 4 door passin 3 casualties, 2 capitans, only 1 caption BLAOW
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black pope
Join Date: Mar 2006
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shit wuz nasty fellas
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God Of WAr
Join Date: May 2003
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or is the cypher that never ends
sprial pyres like pyros in the fires of sin struggles against kin, armed assaults on the chin ha ha dope!! envoke the centepide go underground vulgar god with thunder sound my hungers found mow dozens down hit'em with that rawness, some are found, some are drown nice the countdown dead surround found fled, ANY MC in my compounds head gets chopped chow fed sick!!
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this was nice.
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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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