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propoganda stanza embarrassed driving a lancer,
cable car Costanza rage-aholic cobra commander, loaded the scanner downloaded the corroded grammer, exploded mars lander switch my bars from blander... Ill be back I'm being screamed at
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Verbal entrapment you heard what I rap wit
I'll knock the earth of its axis, in fact it's Madness the way I flip words like acrobatics Automatic Rhyme Practice bounce like a fine matress or Get axe kicked I'm back at it never lack tactics Always strategic got four ways to beat it, read it Believe it, I'll give you a dose of iron like you anemic You might be squemish left cuz my rights the meanest Bust out the budha genious while I Light the greenest You seen it Hyroponically correct I flow chronically Infect atomically in depth lyric with no robbery Acceptin all appologies don't step to follow me Left ya body clean underneath the collagreens keystyle follow up
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I appologize I didn't mean that, I got a couple green backs to make you lean back Act like you never seen that, Mechanical Chickens Substantial existance in examples of fiction Ample predictions bring this addiction outside its jurors diction Listen my rhymes glisten as lines quick it's like fine spittin I can time writtens I'm the lion you nine kittens with mittens I'm always superb you nerds need to think of some new words Instead of singin like blue birds you all fake by two thirds
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Im texting true deflecting moves connecting views, slit sections spew split directions convecting fuels, investments keep reflecting the inspecting pews, they vexx and stew downed bets are now due!, so pall in full its plainly cruel with stainless tools, the brainless mules bare weight from brainless bulls, that take our truth now wrapped in their lies, counteract and divide counterstrike and kill lives!, redirect death's flies circumvent and deny, serpent sects serve swine select suspects serve time!!!!!!!! what the fuck we're going blind!!
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Hat tricks talking about a few Minor happens
fat bitch came through with her vagina clappin In diner blacking sippin wine an chilaxin Aunt jamima jacking its the kind of acting That drives you insane some canniving dames Sharpening knives with aim eyes is stained With lust I smoked so many blunts I cough dust Eyes puffed crust still I must get lush Stuck with the greens I'm such a good feen My pen's a brush painting illustrious scenes So serene something only seen in a dream Smoother than cream I carene into a raveen Surrounded by raging waters I gave the order Graves is bordered with aging daughters Repeat the life sequence observin zeniths On other planets sharin words with jesus Building philosophies villains are obsolete Killing is mockery millions of flock to see Unreal like we was filling wit poppy seeds Buggin... ramble/keystylez
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god damn it i made it, my rhymes are laminated
wrapped up in plastic, grabbed it killed it and passed it ski mask shit, little faggets causin a racket they swallow up all the fudge spit it up a pack it i'm a dirty bastard rancid reekin of maggots i'm unleashin the dragons now your seein the magic i'm a fiend on the crack tip so i need an advancemant mix the meanest of acid greenest of weed then i pass it
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i randomly slam mcs frantically through my b-ball net
slapping thee into your fantasy, so you cant recall it im typing words, the black and yellow's blinding herbs fighting nerds, i slap and bellow, you'll be hiding first connecting rhyming verbs, by pushing a sharp pencil like being locked inside your house, i'm a part mental wouldn't make a hot track, if you were burning songs if your girlfriend was robotic you wouldnt turn her on schooling thugs, i'll rip out her hair and pull the plugs she's too in love with me, dude you're still losing, but i suddenly cut the cheese, because i'm utterly stupid you fuck with me ill leave you covered in bodily fluids sneak into your crib when theres nobody that knows on some wutang shit, dressed in karate black clothes im the charging shadow, pumping the shotties ammo leavin' hoes on the floor, with their body bags closed
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This Fool thinks he can compete Spits
but when it comes down ta you ta Come Meet Bitch i am Obsolete, I got no Weakness so while i serve ya Defeat Quick... I"ll Leave Deep Slits equipped like a heat Pit Shake Toss Secrets bleed with Meat Drips leave'n this Weak Kid forever speechless cuz my Street Fist.. has a Physique thats sicka then a Diseased Fish eat this pussy like it's a Fetus, leave this Dweeb Teethless Leave'n him beat and Ripped ta Pieces, no where ta Retreat so Please Wish
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jimminy cricket is really a misfit who criminaly sips specifically the likwit
lyrically sick wit it literally dick drips spillin minimally on silly nitwits fillin facilities with vicious villiany bitches wishin i was fillin these fillies with thick dick chile hillary misses the willy and gets pissed
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ill shit tekstylez you gotta do some more audio... i held my peace too long
You said wordplay to did you not? immaculate rap tactics, pullin hatricks, to murder these faggots/ Rappin verbal caskets, cuttin' the lose ends lik it was magic/ These weak fucks will swallow these words to they're graves/ Verbally butcherin' these ducks, like Roots did to the slaves/ They spittin' rhymes gettin' shot like they need a redeema'/ Trippin' land mines, gettin' nuked like they was in Hiroshima/ Splittin atoms these cats is fake and "BELLOW-ME"/ I just walk all over them, they "bi-products" like bologna/ ONE |
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yah!!! thats wat i like ta see!!! kill't it
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shoot ya eye out like bushwick
take a right threw the woods quik and book it back to the lab so i can cook shit im crooked......like the L.A.P.D them the gangstas wit badges that clapped B . I . G yall cannot see me..... when im cloaked purple phantom soaked in shortys blood when the withdrawls gimme epilectic tantroms a handsome randsom for ya kidnapped grandson the old man cries due to my deadly background anthem thoughts of god most degenerits cannot fathom ya gamblin......with more than ya life imma change my name to the sound the blade makes cuttin threw ya wife no justice JUST ICE hiphop poltergyst stompin threw the solar system aged wisley like christ likely i might.......contradict the dictionary and more than likely ya name will be front page of the obituarys a script so scarey and rarely herd my bitch is wrapped around my finger her life is barely hers if lifes so ILL i guess im the doctor go a head and jump off my dick i aint gonna stop ya im HIGH from these BLADES like a HELLICOPTER spittin out lava.....ur juss a larva jive turkey talkin mess till cook ya then carve ya my thoughts are carnel......midevil attidue take bitches when i want so they can spawn my brood all up the womb buggin like i was in a cacoon these micro dots got me livin in an abstract cartoon
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Hot shit vern, you stepping your game up Whats the deal whats the function? Niggaz is real in their junctions Jummies pumpin feel like I'm bungie jumpin Don't listen to what the dummies bumpin Or its gun be sumtin We run these munchkins Tek stylez and I'm feeling my groove I aint real I'm just rude please excuse Been wild since I flew the brood Like who that dude? I'll ruin your mood I aint mad at you I just got bad attitude Slash a faggots doo along his lattitude Flash my grattitude and I'm graphic too Just blast the news Pack a new Triple 8 divide by 4 subtract a 2 Cripple snakes wide jaws and actors too You bastards new that I was after you so scrap the bull your situations laughable my appetite is insatiable you lack the pull You get smacked with full force of course Tek stylez on the war report in short Victory is imminent Quickly dimninishin Screamin FINISH HIM like what got inta him?! I just peep the verse, hot shit G
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yo thnks holmes, i can see that your gettin sick with the rhyme schemes ..hot shit all of ya'll
Yo, its called fuckin' nasty shit/ grimy like cavemen armpits/ Foul smellin' enough to fuckin' alarm brits/ While these corporate backpackers are ridin' the same dick/ get off the 50 tip, fuck that, get offa 50's clique/ They aint sayin' shit if you break down real rappin' next to it/ Wha happened to the good days/ When you could think smart,not listen to replays/ fuck what G unit say/ a time When spittin' nouns was accepted, not rejected for street cred/ Break em down it turns repetetive, like gangstas who bit led/ Fuck this shit, vernakulars attackin' these adversaries/ Mercernarie, clappin these 'yellow bellied' canaries/ ONE |
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