Shaolin Shadowboxing DOJO pt. III

[kell16]

what up fam

[venex]

It fitted perfect in ma selection

36 styles of perfection

I’m throwin’ darts, cover yo brain, as they enter the section

Don’t hesitate seconds,

My power is like a Tsunami-disaster

Cuz I Self Lord And Master

Like a indian in the dark, keep going faster,

Lines ready to make the brain spark,

Transformin’ like Kent Clark, into Superman, who I am,

When I hear the dogs bark,

MC’s collapsed like the 2 towers,

Scattered style like flowers,

Enter ma mental chamber, you cowards

Complicated phrase, exploded into space

Turnin’ ya in a stone-face, by lookin’ at Medusa’s eyes

By the evil embraced

Backwards speaking, while tellin’ lies

From Zion to Babylon, you turned sides

Stronger forces then the water tides

The ledge has to be known

Like water keeps flowin’

My inner seven, you better take yo actions up to eleven

I keep blowin’, while muthafuckin’ P E A C E showin’!!!

[SurreaL]

Im like a shot....
Cause when I ring out, I leave you twisted,
verbaly gifted,
you dont really want to fuck with this kid
I'll leave you a mess, that no one's gunna clean up
grab your team up,
cause we still gunna fuck the whole scene up
Bacardi and coke, so my team get's stupid on trigger
pull out the digger, we gon' get real nice on this figgure
My team play's for keep's
Full house, Kill's you're pair
you'll wonder where you're getting dragged off too....
under there
90 ft sleep with the fish's
I leave you best wish's, and a message
I must confess this, Im sick, similair to Big Ben
when I see you mother fucker's in hell..
im'a kill you again.

[sjaakcl]

Im fat singing little secrets/ blowing trees with a midget
straight lifting bigger thinger
peace figures I trip like odyssius so much bling on the team
one fox for every ring n my wrist talk breezey
the punshes K. reevey the really dillie friendly and so green
keep that shit between the pimps and me
like ya sister, the system or I go back hitting on bridget
strip her at a weedspot a free shot
bust n reloader Joe beatifull the castle builder
cruise sted fitted roller

[100pr00f]

the style i bring is far from east coast beat u weak free throws// got u comming out of the closet at water gate so now we can call u DEEP THROAT// fast getaways on speed boats//shit u can call me nixon couse i currupt this dojo system// reach fast the gun on ur side is missen//
complet the mission blind folded vision// steel figer tips got ur neck twisting into the tek position// plow break ya mind body and style into cription crip walk fake thug addiction blow u apart//u fake revel ya self like FBI agent W. Mark // mark it in the histery books u get deep like mr throat so stand gard//im a piece of that blood clot in yea artire going strat to ya hart//

[sjaakcl]

verbals twist em like a gangsters pistol
I grow an angry pistol
minds like kil kil kil aiming for your wistle
wishing on a last station my bitch stay with me
night training I let the silver rain
for the big wolves with red shades
you move not slightly tai chi
I fuck in degrees n no strainger to danger
sick as childsplay that do a samorai slay
ditch you on my friday
got plans made a speak eazy
peep sin city bulletproof my skin be

[100pr00f]

up in this artical of rap blow u back at it wit grain in sacks/ neck attacks viken axe leving ya skull partily attatched// clog ya artiery with fat saterated blades crack looking like a pumken dissasta// sway back and forth attack when i lunge forth like the drunken masta// im a taod covered in iron skin deadly venom //burn ya body open steadaly expose ya inside of ya brain and to hell is were we send em

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

aim high but never look below
my flow expose clone anakin/
ramifiaction impatient weaponry waiting
mystical crafts dashing til the wind ain't lasting/
mastering style collegic to artistic when I rip
poetically niggaz don't feel the drill/
killing documenting while studying the shadows
acting commander closing the books on this dojo/
reopen doper than ropes chain choking hoping hell is
smoking material like veneral diaseses/
i reason wit pasters master palns escaping on routes
saving foods and making journalistic enteries/
it's a minstery wild wit chemistry
all empathic wit life liquid/
sick wit the flavor i blaze it
amazingly quick wit prolific gifts/
opperating action taking breaking
more heads got lead wit rubber grip/
smith-n-wesson testing besting any like
Antonio Banderas in "Once Upon Time In Mexico"/
so don't test the Technographics matching my targeting
weaponry locked and loaded like Nukes shit ain't a fluke/
so i'm back to the future like Doc Brown and Marty McFly
get high wit my brothers in corridors calling e'm project hallways n stairways/

[kell16]

niggas wonder why the style split niggas rhymes so basic
i don't live for text shit so you pricks don't get it mistaken
i'm still spittin 16's, split spleens and shake dreams quickly like crack feinds
remember the kid freestylin like i had the runs, and this is my DMC thing
you bitch made, i'm quick with the pen and a 12 gauge
so remember the threat to ya chest the next time you decide to get brave
you been afraid, you homo niggas need to remember my name
imprint it into ya brain, and copy it until you go insane
infecting ya brain, the king of bull shit text has invaded the mainframe
this art it mine, no thoughts of yours are needed to comply, certify my rhymes
i spit so quick, you wanna delete this shit, i deplete you pricks
many niggas and they fam can't believe this shit
niggas go from hype to sad and blue like a crypt, the dead kind
you steady sayin ya hits is better that my shit, so why you fear mine?
i'll tell you why. ya eyes never seem the carnation of a rap feind
i put a dark spot in ya white tee like you just had a wet dream

[G.A.L.]

Killing a lord with my red shaolin sword/
got the same speed of a ford,so gimme some gold/
i will still kill as the G.A.L./
hell of many wiggaz,be careful,foul/
cool in the hood,spittin'like a bulletproof/
Punchin'every crew with a blast,and proof/
Blood of enemy,deadly as an anemy/
no remedy for this,is quick and very deep/
The Automatic FREEK,destroy this fuckin'track/
Black soul wigga with an hand on his neck/
protect yoself',this g's comin'back/
shottin'like a Mac,with bullets of rap/

[sjaakcl]

I pack like han solo on tour Im bald too
jump on stones like the mad do
with a messy additude
I jetski on the pen its too horror 2 handle
hear the times he spread a slapstick
practice heavy mental raving nailguns
its still fun the way gods settle delirium
make a strainger dance the table.
Im still nice like galaxy rising n 8legged devises,
bite me my my east moving sidesways
flying fist dont miss the mainfraim
relaying like paydays so much bruids I spill juize here
like sexing in a kingssuite
two towers blow radios clear

[MASTER PAI MEI]

I have fake fucks jumping jacked in the streets,
carved up like steak meat quitely they weep,
subliminally they sleep marching to their defeat,
these mongrols are gathered and thrown in a heap,
chopped down and refined served as food for Bovine,
I squeeze as the Cotton Mouths leak till Bone Dry,
Poisonous speech intoxicates the 85 they ask Why,
while shoveling shit down their throats they get high,

[ABOVE]

martyr thought in the kill zone bones get crush bring war storms to youre discussion to catch a rush suffer the fatal tide of reprecussion disable pride not a enterprise that aint compromised defuse photonic bombs to shake the tectonic foundations of youre infra-structure sattellite lazer guided surgical missiles thats what the fucks blasting out my pistol to chizzle your grizzle me and my boys we shoot issues either work or a hot one through youre brain tissue atomic war particles in every article assults launch tactical battle brigade brigadeer general lyrical war criminal indivisual critical moves made in desperate measures under pressure emerge triuphantly fearless warrior the fucken victor.

[TUCO]

yo someone sticky the damn DOJO, lol

peace

[O3EY]

Got some poetry in the form of a ragedy Shakespear, Called it the voice of intellect like the bible cause it strikes fear. To the rear you could feel the freestyle drum's beat, No wu tang clan fan would sit down straight wild out the fuck'n seat. Called Defeat with the agony of a sore battle rhyme'n loser, handed weak mc's the nuggets of wisdom I called rhymes with a lyrical nickname like a first time drug user.