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11-06-2007, 03:03 PM
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I can speak but people around me
don't seem to understand my words.. They just pick me up and feed me the bottle.. sometimes i cry being disturbed.. Pa has a nerve to say i'm not his ..around me puffing herb.. Glad he's out of my life, he can't change my pampers or hold me right.. Crying at night for my beloved mothers attention.. She's there whenever i call her, she's my dependent.. All these strange people extending me their hands.. When i was old enough to walk..i ran.. Can't wait to grow up, sick of being called little man.. Heard my parents argue didn't understand.. pa said i wouldv'e never existed if it wasn't for the popped trojan.. Ma broke down like a car out of gas then stole em.. His jaw he was holding, as his fists hit her dome then she fell.. Scared i started to wail, and pa started to yell.. Ma never moved again.. after i saw all this red stuff come from her mouth she was coughing.. Know he's gone too and my new name is orphan..
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11-06-2007, 07:50 PM
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AKA THE PROTO-CHAOS
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Snatch cha mind off the meat rack
I come equipped to pack heat/ Invasion body snatch cha wit the beat Mistreat cha mind call me sort of elite/ Reap what cha sew my flow got gold linen though Hold cha rope speak truth in the booth/ I speak from feelings, heart and prospective Written correctly connectively we serve you electively/ Spit cha shit so selectively I rep my team Whether cash, cream we wolves while yall are sheep/ I peeped cha eyes divided minds by conquering yall They’re doing Oscar worthy performances On yall brainwashed dummies/ It’s so sad it made me that more hungry So I got in the booth to make more rabid music/ Killing you pussy’s like The Sopranos call me “The Rap commando” The “Black” Rambo, the “Black” Punisher aka the lyrical executioner/ Putting hits on you stupid rap abusers Using it like a trend or a gimmick/ Thinking you’re what the culture is, I’ve seen this wit Diddy don’t try n kid me/ You ain’t pushing the limits You’re setting black people back 10 years/ How about we speak on terms you can endear While my flows run up on ya rear And kills you like grizzly bear/
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11-08-2007, 01:38 PM
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God Of WAr
Join Date: May 2003
Posts: 4,044
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Eternal reflections of past vets trimmed like shags
Drunken with Amy in the Winehouse, i'm not going to rehab Skin pinched by crabs, i'm not letting em seafood I'm shore as the shells in the sand, this mans harder than horse hooves Fools asking can-i-bus, catch second round k.o.'s in duels I'm loved by crips cause i put blood in pools My bar stools, catch shots, from this needle fiend fuse your sessions lack class, that's why the scrooge got schooled If youv'e got nothing what can you lose? Knowledge is gained, degrees flammable like propane Giving pro's pain, i'm breaking muggs of dj's insane in the membrane Let's b-real, go sen ya dogs to get flamed by the soul assasin Straight up menace, Mc's get eiht in a orderly fashion Blackout this man's methods mashing, and smashing I'm ultramagnetic emcee's know i make it happen Beatdowns are critical for critics, criticizing my rapping all eyez on me, a thug never losing the passion for skull bashing Mos def i'm black on both sides the new danger leaving cities terrorified see J in the hood looking out for d's on the block Red shirt on the man gone wild like Funk Doctor Spock A hustler that's smooth speaking broken language with glocks on cock, a gambler with a trigga holding knots Rushing spots, colder than ice cubes when i kill at will take the milk out ya bones if you don't keep it real So stop, looking, and listen as i break lytes of mc's Dj's want the premeir tracks i craft rapidly the guru teaching crews, a daily operation Haters catch a twista, a overnight celebrity in the making
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11-09-2007, 12:34 AM
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AKA THE PROTO-CHAOS
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Close cap my raps boom bap Zip zap zam zoom past you analog hoes/ My flows got glow like green digital lettering I’m editing these beats wit fruity loops pro/ Got my own break beats mixed wit a Casio and Korg instruments My flow is never bland nor board throwing darts at cha cord/ Cut cha gourd into pieces without delivering my thesis I preach this, wit skills that featured and remixed/ Hit cha beats wit a hundred-thirty BPM run through these tools If you choose to skip school you’re just another tool in the shed/ Dead these reds wit more bread than any head Face the editing or get cha rhetoric corrected/ I’ve been elected interjecting wit weapons intercepting Festering wit you suckers lounging and pestering/ Now I’m destine to use my flows as weapons Fuck a Nip-Tuck my flow is goose, goose cluck, cluck/ Who got the gall balder to let their whole larynx shatter? I rather blow out my vocal cords than to not speak no more/ Run through hordes of emcees wit no vocal capacity Spit cha game like plastic I’m no toy boy I’m elastic/ Sticky wit dogged darts killing these morbid hearts Wit fatal sharps through agile works of arts/ Crossword check the X’s my lines is connected fours wit whores Peel back the tracks like doors are opening now were all scoping/ Wit the soakage my flow is smooth as lotion Without quoting the dopest I kept my flow the smoothest Now they asking me to show and prove this, before I loose this/
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11-09-2007, 11:47 PM
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"Come as you are"
Join Date: May 2006
Location: Cincinnati, walnut hills
Age: 22
Posts: 2,165
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My crew's got that nigerian warrior skills
Japan technology,try to body me, u spilled Come thur like we obviously runn'in things And proabaly sonn'in the four fathers at no oddity Form ruff like corn husks, worn scuffed wallabees Stick up a tour bus downtown like nuthin, street pirates Greek tyrants, word to the miss'in mouths we beat silent We speek diamonds, we start'in the hardest dialect We seek crime and, we sparkin the starless sky and yet We cant' stop it, addiction to a fiction life See bank profits, the riskless got the vision right Do what we got to like john cue, keep calm too Sacrficed like my man with the neon tooth Even in bent mirrors, son you can see i'm true No mind trap, i bet a dime sack and my wine rack NOw buy that, but yo fuck what u did and what u will do U cheap talk'in, keep walk'in or these knuckles'll steel you A Night beat down, like poilice in the forty's, challenger Or fight me now, light yo piece wit the forty, caliber Monopoly on the power, dictator in a hidieous set Hands stuck on the hour, in a minute gimme a sec
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The dealer of hope is selling me lies Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise This life was never mine, the rivers never ran Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman) http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61 |
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11-11-2007, 11:44 PM
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AKA THE PROTO-CHAOS
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It’s the Black Eskimo to chastise these rap guys wit frost bitten ways
Egsna on these beats going this way wit the rhyme I display/ When the disc plays I run relays around the targets Show e’m how hard it has to be to disturb the beast/ I frequently feast on beats make e’m sheik, shake And bring that boom bap back like we going radioactive on tracks/ Attack attendees remedy the melody edit the metaphors & similes Smoothly revert these suckers emcees into Vatican style rhymers/ Grind all nighters as writer fired up wit flows that ain’t manufactured I got cha caught in the rapture and that’s when I attack ya/ Blacked out like the Valentine’s Day massacre after the math I wrote mines in red ink thinking it’s my blood stain as I bury my pain/
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11-14-2007, 09:47 PM
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AKA THE PROTO-CHAOS
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Call me the patriarch of the microphone I rap volumes around you so called emcees/ Deadly, relentless wit my weaponry be effortless Yall emcees are secondary to me, cuz we’re focused daily/ My flow doesn’t have to be legendary Just to dismay you gay emcees on the daily/ I display lyrics of fury like a microphone fiend I’m a ace to ya queen, I’m a rook to ya king/ I’m a duff your bishops with my black knights, Cuz we’re just that tight plus you don’t even sound right on the mic/ Thunderous when I take flight it’s a fire fight guerrilla warfare To any who ain’t prepared and focused daily/ I’m the remedy, the enemy to emcees deadly, the pro-lyrical virus Leave you seriously divided cuz I’m infinite like 1 divided by pie/ Don’t lie on ya rhymes, I tell the truth serious when I’m in the booth They call me “One Hundred Proof Tech” check the way I rep my city/ From New Yitty I kill you kitty cats wit liquefied raps so hot They internally combust and blow up right in your face/
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11-19-2007, 11:26 AM
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God Of WAr
Join Date: May 2003
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Thoughts in motion like waves in oceans
roller coasting through coasts, the most fabulous Miraculous, lord have mercy as i rush Plus bust shots on the hush Touch the dutch, gutted and cut Tell ya connect to duck or his brains splash 44 forecast, quiet storm clash Crash venues in half Give a crip a bloodbath Head off with the sword His dome in my hands grasp Man down cremated to an ash Verbal beatdowns last for hours Nose numb from powder Hands hurting from punching cowards Take they money, plus respect, and power
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11-19-2007, 04:30 PM
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"Come as you are"
Join Date: May 2006
Location: Cincinnati, walnut hills
Age: 22
Posts: 2,165
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The lead smoke'in addict, never a red soakened tragic Think'in green on the eve of parrel, Laugh'in hard and sing'in carrols I'm see'in barrels of gun powder, u steadily bring in arrows For a team of the unharolded with mindsets of the narrow Cavemen heads with nothin to live for but they don't care though I'm like radio waves from different planets Give'in birth to conspiracy, scientist can't stand it Lyrical nervous break down, u.f.o. rhyme scheme sited A understand'in the human mind can't manage, only copy Might it be alien lines that bring war behind alien lines Too advanced glocks be blow'in tanks over the horizon Even God would be shocked at what he grew from dirt and rocks I play my king position like chess masters And never get touched cuz my pawns can't be plastered They stronger then oppose'in team's queens With knowledge to out last'em Heinous poetic crime committ'in, shit'in on law systems Not a x-factor, the main target remains parted like light in perfect prisim, he's the hardest, but what's in'em So u can see why i'm the illest u never heard of I'm like the second before the first after the third was...
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The dealer of hope is selling me lies Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise This life was never mine, the rivers never ran Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman) http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61 |
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11-22-2007, 12:16 AM
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AKA THE PROTO-CHAOS
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Or rhyme about what cha know about/ Cuz me and my flow will never die I rather walk the plank into a tank of acid At least I’ll be made over like The Joker/ Oh wait, hold that thought i thought I told cha Opps you thought cha caught my flow/ Nope I’m on the go showing yall emcees I know ya schemes, scams, and plans/ Don’t think cuz your feeling a little loopy My lyrics zoom in like binoculars lenses Leaving most emcees clandestine wit life as a lesson/ You better not speak hatred around these parts I etch the sketches, draw the arts while pulling apart electronics Leave emcees on stretchers, benches and disassembled/ Dare and test this lyrical constructor, don’t start screaming You’ve been warned about the horror of the rap game/ I’m the blood stained name, on the court where you be balling at, Encroach on ya turf, play the roles, leave nothing but scrolls/ Unload my arsenal whether it’s marksmanship or basketball I’m a harass ya in the hall, wit long deep stares without you seeing the glare/ Dare not I’m hear to rock flows whether it’s shares or stock I pass the rock gimme e’m the shares or not……………… Before you plummet like the Dow Jones and the NASDAQ/ Blowing up ya spot is a must if I bust then I jizz all my spits all over the crowd birth many seeds from the way I spread knowledge like disease/
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11-23-2007, 12:32 PM
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"Come as you are"
Join Date: May 2006
Location: Cincinnati, walnut hills
Age: 22
Posts: 2,165
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We give it all to the sick and won't consider the dose Let the eyes roll backwards, phrases is soul hackers A change of heart with out the surgery, a printless purgery Gold wrappers symbolize your skills appereance But inside isa flightless chick abanoded in a clearance Each line you write goes to the ears of the city cats Look'in for easy meals meet'in ends with grity raps You should be enough, i won't have to eat for days How are you so misguided that you seek a maze? Your verses is jokes like total equal justice In a society grown from racist roots an' evil fuckers So i had to step back like y would you step to me Like i ain't the slug hitter from the ville jus bet Louie I'm ready to fire you so i'm hope'in you act up Weak writers done closed yo eyes now open'em back up
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The dealer of hope is selling me lies Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise This life was never mine, the rivers never ran Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman) http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61 Last edited by Bigot Hitman; 11-23-2007 at 12:38 PM. |
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11-24-2007, 10:00 AM
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AKA THE PROTO-CHAOS
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Read cha lines in morse code took too long to reconfigure yo/ Blow bombs outta oscillate arms catastrophic dons Mastering charms demonize these broads take e’m hard/ Face these lords, fuck there gourds up niggaz wanna tuck shanks We bank on these solider boys thinking they’re more than just toys/ I play theses kid’s wit more words than anything since “The Wiz” My tricks ain’t for kids doing bids Gamma radiating any emcee wanting a debate/ Face you fakes, take a break listen to those beat breaks Once we treat those samples wit dusty palm olive oil/ Come coiled up in cocoons baffling you baboons Wit mushrooms gastric bypass flow fast after you digest it/
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11-24-2007, 01:52 PM
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"Come as you are"
Join Date: May 2006
Location: Cincinnati, walnut hills
Age: 22
Posts: 2,165
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This write'in is easier than bench press'in five pounds Play'in with your scheme's and flows is cool and all But the arms of yo lines don't have the strength to pull it off This ain't like a heaven threat, dare'in hell, nope Its like some college student tryna teach Derrick Bell so It doesn't make much sense, for you to try to convince me That u won't choke at highest stakes like Nowitski Weigh in yo rhymes, bitch meet me at the see-saw I'm like the seventy-two Dolphins, i will beat all Me and mic is rice and montana, moss and brady Yo mind'll be like the most spoiled kid lost in Haiti
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The dealer of hope is selling me lies Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise This life was never mine, the rivers never ran Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman) http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61 |
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11-26-2007, 12:16 PM
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And music listeners don’t seem to hear me/ I rather get skull in the back of the suburban My flow is urban solidified unified by rhymes linked wit lines/ How nice you can shine I blind these people wit lyrics that star bright Fire fight mighty might rhyme highlights off of “Sportscenter”/ Dare if you wanna end cha career I don’t need to cop DeBeers It’s the cannon you fear, face the Tech aka the idol of your death I’ll end cha life quick like a bounced check killed cha finances/ Etch a sketch these flows on the tablet PC’s seeing if yall can see Me at the podium like Malcolm X before he got shot by his own kind/ I can rewind a tape in the mind flash back to the Regan Era Yall niggaz was babies and still getting breast fed by mamas/ I come wit karma, ready to bring the drama, take a lick And keep on ticking when I spitting whether it be a free style or written/ Twice bitten, once written now yall emcees are kittens yet to be cats I adapt to this kind of rap and do it better than yall ever could do it/ Whether it be down south screw music or pump up ya fist, beat cha ass East coast slam dance music, I’m coming to knock down the doors And give it too e’m raw like Old Dirty Bastard yall/
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11-27-2007, 02:22 PM
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God Of WAr
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Once i step in the place, put the tech in ya face.. Nooses for the snakes, guess i'm a living disgrace.. Chase badboys out the hood, like Dipset did Mase.. Facts of life you break, get tortured, then erased.. No trace of evidence, but the motive is evident.. while your moneys spent, mines locked in a safe.. Don't get it twisted like a shoelace, i move weight.. so much my pockets obiest, still got clean slates.. Doing broadylight hits in buildings, watch the beams break.. Snatch ya cake, and icing, frames i'm slicing, and dicing.. Hoes can get it, but whores i'm not wifing.. I'm nasty like i took a shit without wiping.. Record songs without writing, i piss lightning.. slug in your rectum, too pretty for fighting.. sniping blade holders, 24/7 heavenly flow-er.. Peace lord, the chaos is chaotic, i breathe slower.. Disciplined like a tai-chi master, speed too rapid for camcorders to capture..
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