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Alleycat God rally raps, Red sox fitted on bustin' caps..
Prefer waves over naps, sellin' dimes in sacks.. Niggas nearly hit me wit gats, cause they hoes blew my sacks(sax) Axe ya feet turn ya white sox red, leavin' bloody tracks... Cherryheadz get blazed like trees in the zig-zags of a dread.. My bread comes in by the loaves, i'm gun-clappin' clones dead.. Love don't cost a thing i'm jonesin' J-lo's bones wettin' the bed-spread.. Murderous ringtones i vibrate chics like celly's.. Put tha KY in they jelly, blowin' backs in telly's.. It's no battle contest like Krs vs. Nelly.. Don't make me get Furtardo.. You'll fly like a bird..or get chirped pronto..
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08-25-2007, 08:31 AM
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Join Date: May 2007
Location: Screwface Capital
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Cats gotta travel through time to be top Honcho It's obvious.. I'm the man like Mr. Macho Real nasty like finding worms in your Taco --- If.. All you talk about are guns & drugs, then your brain's vacant Only time you move a pounds when you're weight-training Still impressive with the flow, so they stay gazing Wrecking cats from head to toe, shoulda came blazing.. ..All that ammo that you hype in your tracks Better than me? You must be smoking pipes full of crack You leave a temporary mark.. mine's gonna last Looking for a place to make your name while I put mine on the map
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08-25-2007, 01:27 PM
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Fukkin Vet!!!!
Join Date: Sep 2006
Location: New London CT Crystal Ave niggas
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you crips crabs get dabbed and dragged through lava
you niggas actors reading scripts like java jumpin like beans like fava fuck you up propa phantom of the opera the show stoppa sniper nigga man on the roof man in the booth witta chipped tooth gory war stories cops got nuttin for me stop talkin shit thats just more stories im in the house like corey disney bullets'll hit me i weltah have ya heltah skeltah heat'll melt ya shit is stella in the dry wella fella
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08-27-2007, 01:36 PM
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God Of WAr
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Aww..Snap..The theasurus define my auora's.. Almighty scorer..snakes fighting..inviting boars Map out...find terrain...train before we explore.. Everyday's an exploration..wild horses for transportation.. Stamp the letters send em out..warning..retailiation.. Ladies dying to hit home-runs wit this baseman... Chase jakes like Jason..ranger rage raging wit the chainsaw.. The rap bounty killer stands over 6 ft. tall.. Call of the wildest.. trees redden the irus.. Mind twistin' riddles.. re-loading flows..blow the gristle.. Tribute to the track brute..eyes closed deciphering loops.. U monkeys fruit-heads.. falling of trees.. losing shoes.. Breath smelling like booze.. boso, zobo, clowns get chewed.. Heads decapitated... slam dunked...and mailed to Tom Cruise..
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08-27-2007, 10:06 PM
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grip the the mic tightly with your claw and make sure to project your voice from deep inside your shell.......
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08-29-2007, 08:36 PM
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Veteran Member
Join Date: Apr 2007
Location: in my Cipher
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ayo....
sick masculinity my mic napalm destruct ya entity/ spit opposite of heavenly leavin ya mentally emp-ty// degree for droppin medicine my "EP'S MD"// (epmd) street intellectual= me thee mc// i "crush bars" like a prison nigga tryna 2 get free// |
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08-29-2007, 09:08 PM
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AKA THE PROTO-CHAOS
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I got a spaceal grid a hostile lid give e’m a kid
Give me the teleportation and mutation device/ Monster maker hold chrome throw domes Shake e’m up break e’m down to crumbs like weed/ Cut cha grass low so I can see snakes take emcees And bake them in grease like bacon straight off the pigs ribs/ Now I gleam I flub the rhymes I scrubbed out wit soap Dope enough to clean ya nostril of weed fragments/ Fragmented expertly herbal scent whips pimping like the president I’m excellent wit references like I don’t got any self interest/ Spit cha wickedest trying maniac the world death proof I Kurt Russell you damn fool wit Quinten Tarentino views/ Skew ya muses fusion abusive nature violent creation Taking a masturbation class get off on them big ol’ breast/ Mexican checks and whips, cables and knives throw up Bloody thighs crash course threw holes like dark matter/ Splatter sergeant slaughter you author wit cable coffins Mastering auxiliary emotions creating contusions concussions Wit objectionable rushes wit more heat than storming buses wit no A-C/ Spray Gez us on the walls scam the stalls fumigate the rooms Now these emcees trying crawling out from under cuz there dumber Than lighting and thunder before it strikes and makes rumble sound/
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08-29-2007, 10:22 PM
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aka Loc Daddy Supreme
Join Date: Jun 2003
Location: Australia
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Edit: Wrong thread.
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08-30-2007, 10:09 AM
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God Of WAr
Join Date: May 2003
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Low and behold the mic i hold, flows a substance uncontrolled
Street chemistry chemist, king of the justice scrolls Amateurs are tadpoles unable to develop a visual flow God long bearded like Castro, bloods make em leak tobasco Red hot ,hot rod racer in a parking lot, cops ticketed wit shots Insane lynquistics the resistance resisted, hammer who do you love hops sasquatch watch on the arm, rich enough to purchase pepridge farms eagle psalms, act up actors, here's my cerebal bomb Smash boards in Candyland calm, Burgundy guns drawn Bloody money purchased me weapons like Spawn, Bong tracks, irish jersey on my back, who gives a fuck if i'm black? Italian kids on crack watching Soprano episodes get smacked Black devil cookouts, swine merchants mad when i put the book out took Brooke out, J.T.S. knows best, annoy the west like Mannie Fresh Met Kanye in the Chi, Southside, some homo complimented his dress Stronger from the stress, haze smoke in the rest A chef chefing the best recipee, imaginations make believe Pick up Eve , practing Tai chi by the elm trees Picture the oats, lavish meals on 30,000 dollar boats With the projectile, infections breakout, skin colored like reptiles Respect style, or get thrown in the nile, cry me a river Call me a nigger, i'll roc-a-fella like jigga, my reps bigger Than any Bob marley spilff hitter, no hitter quitter i'm out chaos inside, bout to donate my liver Sickest spit-kicker, snack on emcee's like snickers My bars flicker, bottom of the belly spitter White label liquor help me write fables quicker men are moving slower, choke the track boa Faster blade thrower, all my ladies blowers i'll air out Arizona, swim naked in lakes of fires blackout wit the mackout, shit on ya best digesting fiber Hire Skale to put the hit out, hiding in a brick-house Surrouned by spouses, the iron-maiden boning maides in black blouses more than meets the eye transformer destorying houses ånd continents, thoughts many resent Here's my B-boy document, documented wit intelligence Suspense is what i always present, headed to the essence Just my presence make emcee's bring presents
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08-31-2007, 02:24 PM
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God Of WAr
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thought in-creases.. my mental capaticty increases
I master-pieces .. knight-rider thesis..armies of the wicked decreases.. Violent vampire sucking blood from leeches.. Babies suckle milk from the earth's breats..i pat down the peaches.. dis obiest lady beasts..it's ashame seeing women teethless.. Reach this level...chalk surrounding rebels..dance wit the devil.. Blackman..rapman..under pressure people..get eaten like pac-man.. marry ya queen..damage ya regime..rapid fire's extreme.. Everyday's a dream..every night's a nightmare.. Beaten dis-abled wheeling a wheelchair.. The blind glare of darkness...the arch-rival combatant arches.. Lonley cub hiding in the shrubs..wit memories of mother killed by the devil's gun.. Voodo man miracle demonstration.. i was hung..and reincarnated into pun Slung from a slingshot..the stoned hardrock.. Crooked cop son..time of judgement..revelations.. Government they scum from day won.. Speaking slang like i got rae's tongue.. Out-sider like slang ton..rhmyes immortalized over Bronze drum patterns.. Born on Saturn.. came to the earth wit stolen rings.. Shining in the shine garden..God smacking fiends..
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09-03-2007, 08:40 PM
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Location: in my Cipher
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when i flow...im like napalm on the mic//
remain calm-when-i-write "Ray charles'' 2 da nite// ....light complexion but my mental is dark// cyborg type soldier peep the sentinel art// exuisite niggas wen conversin intellectual's spark// "pokin holes" in ya niggas like a medical mark!/// brap... |
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09-03-2007, 08:41 PM
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yea yea i mentioned the mic napalm thang twice so wut lol....dope thread lets keep it goin
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09-03-2007, 09:10 PM
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i'll send savages packin with what i'm packin in my jacket
that will stop your wack rappin and will leave your mind absent. stop yappin you jaw b4 i start clappin cause a few rds of "applause" will put a puase on yo lipp flappin b4 you know what happened you'll b rubbin your head askin for asprin untill u you get a grasp of my unabashed passion a viscious tongue lashing like thunder crashing from 2 titans crashing ususally i'm rappin to keep yall asses laughin but when i comes to battlin i can quickly flip and get to snappin like the claws of the crabs livin on the hairs of ya girls labia. repeadly stabbin ya wreakin havoc on the vocabular bringin the pain like nurse ratchet snatchin out yo bladders catheter |
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09-05-2007, 12:36 AM
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Tech’s gonna give you a story
About how we hit al the rights notes and showed up for glory/ Employ more lines than any a hundred bars Measured in a five minute time lapses/ Spit wit all letters capped ripped off the wrapper Put it in the CD player, cassette deck or iPod/ Now you know why I rap so fucking hard Without cashing my check card I borrowed from yours/ Whore it out or pour it golden showers get cowards nervous My flow flourished under determents that’s disturbing/ Now am I making potential competition nervous? But shaking up the formula and not rapping in riddles/ Do I need to dabble and act all snarling like gnarls? I ball wit skills that make the armature’s look soft/ Cross you over like Teshaun Prince I ink the pad Wit thoughts so sad the mic was glad to pass on it/ After I spit vomit killed off Hailey’s comet I wrapped up my laps around the sun to Saturn/ Now that’s battling for your life wit more strife Than anything considered trifling now we’re scoping and riffling/ Do I have to Eiffel tower these bitches and take pictures wit e’m Now that’s giving them a load of cum-de-lade how do you want it? Soft or proper wit more lyrics than any street opera/
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