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04-29-2010, 09:53 AM
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Eternal Member
Join Date: May 2006
Location: Daytona 500
Posts: 334
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aiyo...i tip toe show n prove the emperor's new groove
smooth criminal like a Seminole i grip and scalp if you doubt i can handle my tool i rule areas the surveyor never drew Apache tomahawk will stop all that tough talk you threw who knew my Cherokee assembly make faces pale weak and fraile the peace pipe i inhale never fails to lift me to levels where all's well native tongue like Plug 1 speech reach by sound of drum teach those who seek relief my spear will bring em near God's peak wearing a grizzley headdress the spirit i possess is unique the warrior high chief you need to know before your ghost like Skampoe... next word: drizzle
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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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05-03-2010, 01:28 PM
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God Of WAr
Join Date: May 2003
Posts: 4,044
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the game is glamour and glitz, pussy, and tits
money over lost your bitches got stuck for your scripts jews got your chips best friend got the mother of your kids stickup kids ran your jewels with a calico to your wig you ain't ready to die you don't want to be Big but your copying Pac it all stopped when you got popped fronting next to me mustv'e been the shots and the ecstasy piegons scooped all your cash they can detect a freak add the super can't master your high your walking sheep when the storm hits the rain drizzle will reveal the weak next word; postpone
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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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05-18-2010, 10:25 AM
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Eternal Member
Join Date: May 2006
Location: Daytona 500
Posts: 334
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homegrown i stay in the zone roam crops like a cyclone
Badus foam waiting to inhale the bone On and On in their Window seat they moan incense in the air clouds my lair with smoke that would choke a bear bongwater i sip on a dare and unleashed wild beasts from the snare slow motion picture i scribe the scripture to lift the rafters stands in my hands meet my demands the master crafter space shuttles discover my trek amongst the stars light might take while but when it strikes it leaves scars flights i frequent with a co-pilot or on my own high skies i fly trips i never postpone.... next word: dooky
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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) Last edited by MosHigh; 07-23-2010 at 08:58 AM. |
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05-20-2010, 11:32 AM
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God Of WAr
Join Date: May 2003
Posts: 4,044
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niggas can get head but don't know were their headed
end of the road once a soul's sold spiritually deaded my kin's kinetic no sugar diet so i'm not a diabetic never regretted leaving a pussy wetted for being pathetic set it secure settled the score killed em in bed with a whore when it rains it pours on the heads of the poor my spit defines venom let it be like john lennon a quick ending for any assasins they sending wrapping my new-born in fine linens you got heart shoot me quit acting spooky we can drop the guns i'm on that dog-shit throw your face in some dooky next word: consolidate
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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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06-04-2010, 05:45 AM
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SPOKENN who?
Join Date: Jun 2007
Location: miami.
Age: 23
Posts: 134
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Murder in the Verse Degree, Churches turnin' Burgundy
Curses from the Worst regime, Servant to the serpentine Curtains Close, when it takes a hint that you'll perform This is Grown man B.I. and you still ain't fully born Schoolin' groups, despite the hasty attitude they show off I react by turning all their little avenues to cole slaw You couldn't reach the magnitude of lattitudes i dove off counting sheep when sound asleep, were you rapping? shit i dozed off My motives for this notice is to silence those that Gotta Hate Explosive, any Dosage of my vile flows will Clog ur veins Spokenn is the poet, on this violent road you're Not awake You don't Want my Tank and your Bike to go Consolidate NW: Triumphant |
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06-05-2010, 01:14 PM
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black pope
Join Date: Mar 2006
Posts: 896
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mission insertion..im certain your condition is worsened
when i submit you in person and your driven to urgent care facilities, capabilities tower, whiskey sours since the early hours, powered by sixties of powder still im pissin clean, bling, sparkles glistening king, breathin' listerine, but it's harmfull listening take your arm for dissin me, then use it to bludgeon you re-attach it physically by rubbin' the knub in glue cuz there's nothin to do.. dont try to leave me sized up the triumphs, the plus size trunk your lyin' in tied up nw- pilgrim |
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07-23-2010, 09:06 AM
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Eternal Member
Join Date: May 2006
Location: Daytona 500
Posts: 334
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no giving thanks to those who conceal shanks
backstabbers and booty grabbers pillage the village become kidnappers but i stay dapper like a Don and a trapper like Ricky D's Davey Crocket song old school i'm fond but got bangers for these kids to suckle on cyphers i fill in the flow is still real grim coast to coast pigs I roast then give a toast like a pilgrim... nw: audio
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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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09-22-2010, 11:50 AM
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God Of WAr
Join Date: May 2003
Posts: 4,044
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toast to my folks supreme fog smoke the screen sick mix like coke n' lean
seldom seen stashing green eye glasses gleam Focus kept as the locust wept we terminated the set Done direct by early sun-rise your advised to step Live and blessed cess in pockets hidden rockets vision profit and living off it insure the gold coffin once rich robbing with the clip throbbin' human nature to break a faker leave em hobblin' peace to all who know the godly glow Designed to blow your audio.. next word: faithful
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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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11-08-2010, 12:34 PM
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Ny's Underground MC
Join Date: Mar 2004
Location: JUNGLE
Age: 31
Posts: 516
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I never fall short, always war more, you wanna call it off ?
Veteran return with better verse which you cant learn, thats a definite... rate it excellent, while yours bores like methodist, this is a raw sport.. -Indefinite- , Im tall, you short, I finesse with blessed spits, filling face crevices My style is MINT like PEPPERMINT..in turn, yours been burned like evidence... like an outfielder.. you can be catching it..aint a compliement, just some hostileness.. Ive changed over the years, its obvious, by Yeshua, halleluyah, no longer bottled in..! He choose ya..ya dont pick him..Old Testament, common sense..! WuCorp my Regiment.. oFF Hiatus, rememberin', each letter sent, forum form weapons against terrorists... disable the hateful to excellence..avoid fatal errorness, so I can enable the FAITHFUL NEXT WORD: Apparently Last edited by Aclikyano; 11-08-2010 at 02:00 PM. |
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11-09-2010, 12:38 PM
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God Of WAr
Join Date: May 2003
Posts: 4,044
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we pillage villages of pilgrims on this grim pilgrimmage
fireworks parade the sky as we march on your ribs star on your grid stay in the car or get scarred for the fibs process your edits mind refreshed with flows on the death date of b.I.g. chest open heart exposed holding a gallery of flows continue the journey beat a hippie on my tippie-toes come and get me hoes gasping unable to get a grasp the silent tyrant that roars after a blast rope turned loose and the next bruise is rarely seen removed his spleen his parents wept apparently next word: converted
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11-13-2010, 10:16 PM
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from a planet of dark matter I take form and a storm is mastered, torn between chords and patterns my core is shattered past clouds of ignorance I stitch unusual images, accused as witches for our use of digits two different percentages wagering ages for weathered terrain feathers are brains for birds that bother to learn the best services, we hunt peaceful vermin, sneaky wordmen claiming to be recently converted next work: Officer
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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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11-14-2010, 10:12 AM
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Winter is Coming
Join Date: Jul 2008
Location: The North
Posts: 12,005
Rep Power: 119 |
new converts brainwashed by militiamen
behold a giant, scribble with a feather pen excerise my rights, fight with mics in a lions den sabre tooth tiger, fire harden war machine ironmen keepers of the diamond zen, enlighten when squads firin never tirin, turnin tires then peel out the cipher militant marauders, you just hip hop police first officer next word: commando |
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11-16-2010, 09:42 AM
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God Of WAr
Join Date: May 2003
Posts: 4,044
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Converted thoughts synchronized over loops loop-hole your troops
trash-talking stay masked often in coffins weight is moved fuck your pants and shoes we dance on fools the foolish fooled many lack bravery chamber trapped hearts removed chips on the table fuck a lable liable to enslave you my coutre cave crews cup runneth over with grey goose bitches stay loose with rotten clits smellin' like fish wailin' for affection shittin' out greasy ribs we quick to strike rhyme infliction like cryptonite six in the morning starving to rip the mic fiends loaded like bases going on hunger strikes checks cashed the dummies grands go we stand flow untouched in this urban commando next word: obscure
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My evidence, my own testament, written on wood Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods Hell razah Last edited by J.T.S.; 01-07-2011 at 11:38 AM. |
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11-22-2010, 04:50 PM
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Secretly my posts and rhymes all are a diss thats loud
to all the Demons in my head who did me proud (not) |
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11-22-2010, 04:51 PM
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Do you know Linstidind from Planet Quadruple-E?
I'll shoot an MC and diss a muthafuckin' sucka's motherfucker, muthafuCKA Last edited by billyanalogue; 11-22-2010 at 05:13 PM. |
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