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12-11-2007, 09:24 PM
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Dr. Saunders
Join Date: Jun 2005
Location: Granite State
Age: 26
Posts: 2,262
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Useless abuses, confused toothless
Bitch whip fags, click is Shit Bag Fo' life, trife type butta knife sliced Wifes, wived to ruined lives, fluent lies Flies flyin' decomposed, trash exposed Same bummy clothes, holes an' scuffs Never givin' a fuck, touch scruffed Tough love hurts, but fuck it works Bloody ya shirt, dirty ya worth Curse like a sailor, goin' over the rail or... Jailor when I cop bail or, hail storm sleetin' Hard to keep warm, with this cold beatin' Sheetin' glacial flows, freezin' all who oppose Dead in ya tracks...fuck, with Mack truck Blazin' a path up, ya ass faster than Flash, what?
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12-12-2007, 05:17 AM
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☀☀☀☀☀☀☀☀☀☀
Join Date: Nov 2007
Location: ⌛
Posts: 7,866
Rep Power: 35 |
A'yo check it...
Get up on deck, Here comes the infamous fermex I perplex niggaz with my complex lyrical threats I bust ma glass specs when i'm having raw sex...with ya mom I bomb her ass like i was in Vietnam Camo painted don, I creep up on ya set These rhymes look shifty like a murder suspect My illogical mind sets the mass distractions The Hip-Hop faction just laughs at my shit I submit my thesis on my close nit wit But i gotta prove nothing cause all of it's legit Rappers freeeeeze up when i get lit Up...and down, i be the renown Take a blast of the bong, then i pass it all around Never smoke caramel brown, son, that aint down I laugh at fake MC's cos they're just clowns First degree rated, I tease and make you say please My rhymes are so cold they put ya'll in a deep freeze You cant understand my words like i was chinese Raps over now boy so get out before i reprise 
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12-13-2007, 12:45 PM
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God Of WAr
Join Date: May 2003
Posts: 4,044
Rep Power: 25 |
Check, check,
obselete orhange fleet rolling 20 deep Cowabunga head hunters gone wild in the streets Swine eaters weep the pigs demise , were vigilante spies Tribes of the lost that floss, and do driveby's on C.i.a. guys Infinite supply of ammo elephant gun on my side as i ride through deserts on backs of camels Camaflouged flannels, and fatigues Crabs versus the bee's, my God speeds intrique Horns beep as we stick drivers in traffic Robberies rapid, lynch fanatic, cattlerope in my jacket step tracking trackers get blown by dome clappers Map ya teams lab, surrounding pads, unleash the wild jags Daggers stab bodies of gun totting hotties that know karate Cocky cocksuckers get strangled slurping supper Bloodsport funder, wet cha' terrain then flee in a red flame hummer ghetto gunner, state of mind thunders If hip hop is dead i'll resserect her by next summer clog ya pipes, crack ya lights, the uncanny plumber Catch a body dumper, undisputed thumper Asian lady humper, 8 diagram lp bumper The sire, stickup kids admire Clones wired set em on fire My shorty hates Pliers Admire the tire jacker, aka a rim stealer Vaginal mc killer, blood on blood war spiller dope track killer, burn ya head thriller The realest hitman ripping catching more bodies than bloods, and crips cripping Bitch ass rappers bitching Can't carry on tradition Spitting styles that split men In half, artilery rebel psychopath snatching dames from Dash Pain in the ass assasin throwing foes through glass Snatch a dealers stash, hash, crack, and grass Gasp the last breath of a vet murked by the dragnet Weak spot kids found with snapped knecks Next episodes of wu manual readers holding tec's No more stress just holy effects from the targets God blessed decepticons i break their arms, the armored pest
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12-14-2007, 06:56 AM
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☀☀☀☀☀☀☀☀☀☀
Join Date: Nov 2007
Location: ⌛
Posts: 7,866
Rep Power: 35 |
ayo....
From ma warped mind -
Im the chief exonerator, For whom all of you accuse I expess mad views which ya'll aint got clues As to who...what...where or when My rhymes hail from, storming straight from my pen Rappers get battered cos they're adynamic But my panoramic performance left them broke like ceramic Plates that crashed and made bitches start a panic I Burn them over like i was volcanic But they come back for more, cos they think they're smart And so they end up getting their shirt ripped apart By my fermex heart, I battle MC's, then i slap their wicked smile Right Off their face, cos they aint got no grace In my presence, I embrace, all known forms of race I got the patience of ghandi Lyrical flexing is my modus operandi My style is wild and i think ya'll agree Tearing mics up, I be the beguiled emcee Niggaz advocating my style which branches out like trees Freestyle's over kid go and listen to your Jermaine Dupri CD 
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12-15-2007, 11:28 PM
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"Come as you are"
Join Date: May 2006
Location: Cincinnati, walnut hills
Age: 22
Posts: 2,165
Rep Power: 10  |
What u talk'in bout ain't nothing wrong wit me
I'm like a fresh diamond still hot an flawless And all of my song's grity, like a dull blade you saw this In a cold age i'm lawless, step to any nigga and throw shade In places where light don't come, this phyco hums the illest tune that filled yo nigga's tomb, sun cycle Rise in the east when most the beef is born On the set, by the west u know the weak is gone Goons sleep but when the moon peaks its on Bruce Lee and Kareem type classic brawls Pistol Handles swing'in and jaws crack'in After the bullets is spent they dash and fall Bloody from naps to timbs and we all laugh'in The eyes stuck open like plastic dolls, faces gashed and raw This what you call clapp'in Yeah you heard of that Fuck think'in we put on the murder caps, teflon packs and work the gats Hitman company let u know where the service at Blow'in niggas out the rankin's wit old school spank'ins This a young bruce bowen, i told you fakers to fuck'in fluctuate yo crack flows, assholes Yaw fucked now, i make crews roll for fool's gold now duck down Call it a day, before u fuck up and fall away bleed'in Cuz santa's packin Mac Tens this Holiday Season Why panic, the witness gave my description as gigantic But for the world's safety, any mission for me is titanic
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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; 12-15-2007 at 11:36 PM. |
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12-18-2007, 11:36 AM
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☀☀☀☀☀☀☀☀☀☀
Join Date: Nov 2007
Location: ⌛
Posts: 7,866
Rep Power: 35 |
Ya'll felt hostility, by my nobel ability
I swing swords with quick ninja agility My verse has begun, incase ya'll didnt see I rhyme smarter than a mensa member, times 3 Throw lyrics at ya, like a rock, dust chalk Lines around ya body, So shut up and don't talk When i speak, ya'll freak back to last week My unique technique confuses ya'll like ancient greek Everytime i rap it creates an explosion in my head Ya'll dread to write props in this wicked thread Never tread into my zone, homegrown ganja helps mics get blown By my words that are universally widespread but unknown To the masses, My insights spread over the land like ashes While your shit verse crashes and splashes I'm blind to your threats and not because i wear glasses
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12-18-2007, 01:34 PM
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God Of WAr
Join Date: May 2003
Posts: 4,044
Rep Power: 25 |
Sum Fiyah There
Unaware of where my destination is destined to be
The world plaqued with hate, hostility, and government made disease Where can i seek shelter? the hoods helter skelter My operations locked down 6 feet under Po-po hindered my plans, then felt the stainless steel wrath Targeted moving flash, got the whole squad on smash On , and on math i add, then grab the calculator Regarded as a regulator annihilator Street orientator, the fake emcee hater Players i injure in the paint, block em they fall, and faint My mind they'll never taint, or clone Born alone, die alone, never bow before a man on a throne Gladiator with the chariot of fire rocking microphones Beefs outbreak, so i stay armed while out late Scientists cloning the man, while niggas watch making the band hit gangs right where they stand, the planet full of scams and schemes, do i what i gotta by any means, releasing currents of steam
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12-20-2007, 02:33 PM
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God Of WAr
Join Date: May 2003
Posts: 4,044
Rep Power: 25 |
Study the cruddy, buddy hanger
Smash a mc with a guitar Saw limbs as we spar Leave ya'll in awe Awesome godson second to Nas Cross streets to defeat weak peeps Feast on you pepridge farm sheep Army deep you test we cheat Hit em with shots cheap put em to sleep, feeling relief from a leaf Keep the lines brief, the hip-hop geek With 4 eyes i see suckers who seek domination Feel abominations from abnormal flows in the making Shaking buildings, and labs Too live for crabs, that need hip-hop rehab The unforgettable wounds seen on frames we stabbed
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12-22-2007, 12:09 AM
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Junior Member
Join Date: Dec 2007
Posts: 23
Rep Power: 0 |
Frozen Water
You Can Call Me Adam Sandler The Black Foot... Stomp A Hole Iced Out Azz That Jack Frost Took... It Aint No Such Thing As Half Azz Crooks, You Scared To Def, You Scared To Look..you Hoe Azz Niggazz Walk Around Wit Pocketbook. Mas-scarea...hole Punch You Bitches Run Down Your Block...subway...yall Niggaz Transit... I Got Old Skool Transfers For You Mobile Azz Chumps... Like My Man Meth Say " I Came To Bring The Pain Hardcore From Brain" Yeah !!! Yeah !!!! Ha! Ha
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12-24-2007, 09:53 PM
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Don't Mess With It
Join Date: Jul 2005
Posts: 2,604
Rep Power: 12 |
The reign of the insane will soon begin
because it's quite plain, only I win the battle lines are discreetly drawn so the images produced leave you on the lawn Mic Controller, Mystery Coder, Mainly Cocky, Moody Cobra I fear not your name nor the game only if you can write beyond the same the ladder and stairs now are theirs step up abstractly to start to compare |
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12-27-2007, 01:45 PM
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God Of WAr
Join Date: May 2003
Posts: 4,044
Rep Power: 25 |
aye yo,
i leave minds damaged like lungs from newports.. Black widow fucker, busting nuts in the fort.. Shots clear the courts, from the d.a. to the judge.. Prison insurgent, bomb the c.o.'s, watch em blow up.. Dickheads get your dough up, rhyme styles jigga ugly.. Fire on ya'll fuzzy headed hoes, and puppies.. Rather be hated than loved, only God can judge me.. Which means i judge myself, crack heads for sells.. Invade jails, twist el's, then spits propell.. Kick spells, sick tales, living larger than whales.. Kids yell once nailed, know pigs on my trail.. Living well in this hell, i refuse to fail..
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12-27-2007, 02:00 PM
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God Of WAr
Join Date: May 2003
Posts: 4,044
Rep Power: 25 |
Excuse me ya'll
It's the track tyrant bringing the iron-saga irony.. Manes thick, rollin' with my African fleet.. Rhymes dirty, and more rugged than bum feet.. Get a-round like slum freaks.. Something sleek, revolver week.. Mack-11 marriage, nine double m men.. Obselete emblem, i killed rin tin tin.. period blood colored tims.. Get off my dick friends.. play sims..catching bodies a trend.. Write til' the inks out the pen passion.. Gun stashing static addict.. Semi-auto god flows automatic..
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12-27-2007, 03:22 PM
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Veteran Member
Join Date: Oct 2003
Posts: 301
Rep Power: 10 |
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12-29-2007, 03:30 AM
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Shaekwon Tha 1st Brother
Join Date: Mar 2007
Location: Tha Grove
Posts: 253
Rep Power: 0   |
Welcome to the slaughter~house//
I'm tha lunatic that gotcha daughter's~spouse// In tha backseat, next to my battle~axe// With a video phone, so the world can see me rattle~jacks// Brains, & leave his frame in the game room of chuck~e~cheese// I aint sellin out like G-Unit Buck~CD's, fuck~the~fees// So if anybody say i aint tha G~O~A~T// Tell em it'll be tha last time they see~they~baby//
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