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Eternal Member
Join Date: May 2006
Location: Daytona 500
Posts: 334
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dark matters get scattered once i start my chit chatter
gather light and disperse across the universe from before, hence forth and hereafter splatter subparticles when i spray without delay cause havoc on prodigies who are suspect gay deluxe juxx with steel nun-chucks be the forte Son Ray blind guys engulfed in my dope crochet clay animation hate-ians be debatin' on my existence not a genie but a G with a hollow bottle ready to make it happen if you rub me with persistence found senseless if ignorance you rep when puffin' the piff considered a hostel if you don't acknowledge the gift nggas get David Blaine'd when that THC invades my brain Criss Angel couldnt get even float out my scope the aim's insane told you cosmonauts spot the design when dimensions i climb before the age of nine i inhaled the sands of time and while spinnin' been spittin' that God Cipher Divine...
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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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AKA THE PROTO-CHAOS
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Shame in the game never know how I played the role
Faded flows open noses get candy cane blows to they’re cloves/ Mount cha saddles watch me break her back action pack Jackson snaps it back feeding dead weeaboos, Emcees get it like this game needs an emenma/ Every flows needs a dart, a spark, a flame to push it ahead a nuclear blast Watch me go past cha ceiling everything but cha earring/ You know me how be showing it up G Seeing talent and knowing how to spot it/ Watch me drop it topically somber leave ya sovereign Opposite of pole position spit wisdom, sit it down/ No spacing allowed watch me faded clowns Shaded lounges I’m out cha crowns of thorns/ Wet up minds like she’s wet, debt is paid up Swamp a thing like things in the ming dynasty/ Masterful thoughts get cha snowed in like blizzard blitzkrieg sip more acidic compounds than any toxin indeed/
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Join Date: Sep 2012
Posts: 60
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Black hooded niggaz,
The IL-est soldiers, considered heavy hittaz Collect heads and farm livers from touristas visitin', empty pockets from Compton to Michigan Chemically imbalanced like Lady Gaga explainin quantum physics, Charlie Sheen self-medicated on his way to to the clinic, who's way different? No two chains could contain the weight of wisdom, Under Wu-Tang conditions the snake is beheaded no matter which blade is whistlin' |
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God Of WAr
Join Date: May 2003
Posts: 4,044
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fists a cuffs trip a rush no imaginary tales scanning optics then your operations crushed additude crackles the shamless shackled we travel fleet deep i bone pussy tight as a tackle go hard when i grapple my nigga Adam split your apple one barrel ignited another united fallen shadow want revenge got to pay to battle
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![]() ![]() My evidence, my own testament, written on wood Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods Hell razah |
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AKA THE PROTO-CHAOS
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back end being human smackth off the corpse minds are warped
wolfed out all hollows eve dead belivers get the river phoenix/ walking timed out christophers watching my prophecy deliver driven a stake though most never stops the dj from breaks/ going HAM chop through beats with darts like raw meat leaviate headaches when minds are a quake from the lyrical shakes/ aimed higher than the space program niggaz get sully like something outta furngully/ gamma ray, zombie flicks equivalence to a love interest picks brothels like dimples popping beats like pimples/ weak emcees are just a zitt-ful of ache watch me wipe out cha whole team like a bacteria infection/
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TRIBU MILITIA
Join Date: Aug 2005
Location: Killa Hill....10304
Posts: 1,564
Rep Power: 35 ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
be honest beat beyond conscious asleep the beast beyond logic bygones be bygones bionic barbaric bare knuckle boxing boom box blaring bass knocking blow smoke obnoxiousness psychotic flows concocted out the noggin hostel & addicted the hotness i vomit bubonic sickness an epidemic i'm reckless check it the demographics of those who can got there neck slit often up @ night restless congested with the blues i my self am headless no one's safe when i set it
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AKA THE PROTO-CHAOS
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opts iodine drive mine incline fine dime minds prime time like deion sanders
never been a nead flanders always a stretch armstrong like mr. fantastic/ spick and span spit fire wired tired tighter than an nutt and bolt folks you're just volts dial tone shocking clones busted shots/ musica armed classical tragical plaster up against the rails famed out driven wine minds like ultra pros/ been a captain of heroes, decking boxes out cha lunches rock mocks drops opts been a in props basing gods outta space wacked out paces made out faces mad like onyx i'm back in time like them days in the 90's with bottle of brandy/ skim scam jones backing out them knocks boxing out gods in steps check leaps been hamp himmed up like slack jaws i'm back in the mixes like old cassette tapes/
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Join Date: Sep 2012
Posts: 60
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It's always a sprint to the finish line
while niggas was sniffin white I was given time, chiselin' eyes on diamond lions, one pencil at a time dismissed by suspicious dimes as criminally inclined, they were right every night I'm out on the rooftops shootin cops with black iron clueless as to who's firin' at 'em I close captions with bolt actions, cold-blooded assassins, promotin' caskets with no passion with no road map to back this I roam maps as the afroed Atlas, black robed, as the past unfolds I make tracklists sampled from sad souls trample the globe in sandals sans soles, call me Cobra Commander in this camp surrounded by snow |
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AKA THE PROTO-CHAOS
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Brazing firing wires off my arsenal of madness
Been sheep lord way before the forum days/ Deep as a double helix dna coded flow Unloaded shown demos to more a&rs Don’t even know how to market the sheep lord to a larger audiences/ What’s the prognosis spit steneosis quote this focus on most heads driven wide hated sharks bite marks be type arcs been thru the arcs of the stargate/ Faded fate waited lakes been great taken awakes makes or breaks backs of raps Slap a slab on pad drinking blood is how I slug it out/ Been rocking a flow sicker than anything you’ve been infected with A redemption within a verse’s grasp making it last longer than ya girls orgasm/ Throw back most cats can’t purely out sport my javelin options to win are minimal to anything incidental trying trump me out my hotel, without anything in rear well/
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