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a fist fight with me is practical, i'll leave your style in the days inn hospital,
pop a pill for that sore mind, while i inject like parasites for the dead lines intertwine like DNA, you shitted yourself and in need of a CNA from back in the day till now, i make snap lyrics with a chokehold broke my mold and thew away the playdough, now i build like clay to solidfy my foundation in this rap game, my pen moves on its own, unlike the clones who poses less brain cells than the single digits on a pay phone
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Location: Daytona 500
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slide into your dojo like kosmo kramer
rearrange ya face with a roundhouse that's well placed hell's wind staff crack your dome in half splash the wall with all the intelligence you may have see no benevolence today class my flow is cold and crass bring forth the wrath of the old testament i may let you rest a minute before the course is crashed chariot's of fire take me higher like Elijha surfing the astral plane reign like KANE my Posse's insane Mash Out with Lil Fame after i snatch ya lil chain...
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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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off the top of my dome, im in a zone surrounded by clones,
i see the same minds wandering aimlessly in the same pose in the same clothes, fiending to convert me, i keep an open mind as wide as a cornfield, surrounded by crop circles with my own messages forgin but secure to the sound like ADT, press play and my voices opens like open heart surgery, the puppet propaganda falls short and gets eaten by the piranhas, my loud speakers speak easy to wipe the fecees to melt the world in its reese's pieces dilema drama and behind the eye lendings that make you bend knees for the almighty socket in the wallet
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Location: Daytona 500
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off the tip i drip...
drop like vomit, you know some real sick shyt rip thru dimensions and densities with the propensity to claim victory with no sympathy for casaulities left with their last breath tryin' to spit against me antiquity be the flow MosHigh be the motto stats match your local lotto if you wanna take a chance and dance against my bravado Shonen Jump, Bleach i'll reap your soul then say 'Ari Gato'
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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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Tearing' Mach 3 Harrier Jet, i Swear im tha Best, Bury ya Vet'z ta Various Depthz, Perish ya Threadz, and i aint talkin wat ya Wearin Instead, i Dare ya ta Step, leave ya Demolished like those Terroists Did but aint pullin no Kamikaze, i'm Kinda Cocky, high class like a Mazzarati, I Am a One Man Army, leave ya Burnt Worse then when ya get Sun Burned, I'm tha One Hitter Quiter, ur tha One Hit Wonder, i'm tha Home Run Hitter, you just Run Home Quicker, I'm So Much Sicker then your Uncle Edward who is a Known Child Molestor
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The soul tester...Large Professor
the Main Source for lessons brought forth one man armies can't harm me Jedi force you to cut off your limb trim your brim with no remorse headless horsemen white n cantankerous that was him he couldn't man the course i soar above the any rim my goal is to show in any situation ima win one arm bandits can't stand it triples ripple all across the desert canvas Moe Green your scheme pop you in your eye trying stop my exspansion team i high beam on any scene bright lights flicker get dimmer in your city high voltage i consume on the strip when I rip thru high sidity dudes who act rude leave em in the dark, cold searching for shelter and food....
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God Of WAr
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it's the hood rocking champion you and your fam gets trampled in
no mercy when these bare knuckles crack a chin ghetto like malt liquior slay a thug named Slim shots run through the reverend in reverance touch the steel and you shot down like ill Will you can get up after youv'e written your will clips make em chill until he thought he was cooler so i put em on ice after i hit em with the ruegar school ya on crime the rhymes a part time hustle if spitting was bench pressing i'd have all the muscles slugs do what the knive can't stop a rant the iron ram you ain't no murderers it's high blood pressure from ham that has you gassed but in my hood you get no pass you live here but you can't set up shop you gets no cash let me here about a stash and i'll dash another home invasion you can be half man half amazing and die once i'm john blazing we came in as soon as you heard the call from the raven universal flag waving soldiers heavy cannon holders make it hotter than Asaia crazier than bi-polar
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AKA THE PROTO-CHAOS
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weaponry assassinhip apprentice mind warp kill corps
in crops i stock out cha locks when i rock out without clocks/ killed in the klink sting emcees with vemomous fevers refrermend expend the arts beyond the sparks/ beat life out the mike when i strike fight with might of thor, strike u down like shazzam/ these types ain't just letters that just get typed rhyme with fire in eyes don't wonder why/
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God Of WAr
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let the seeds spread and inherit land as well as the nines , and grands
look in the closet the kid got kicks that'll shame Van Damme tell fiends get off the rocks but they savages blind lead the blind damn heroine addicted mothers giving up their daughters for a shot of the brown grams a long rode to the airwaves when your screaming revolution shooting fair ones
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as the verse is disperse
my display twirl ya world like the milky way stars burst the Earth thirst in my image ready to scrimmage thoughts molded into clay 300 soldiers body armour blood stained game over no replay today i reign over ya flame thrower and wash ya sins away violence you lust but trust the wrath i thrust compare to trumpets bursting in the air the gas and dust among us is produced by my solar flare as you stare watch me nuclear react and snap bust ya cap and scorch ya hair from the back porch with a pocket torch burning a spliff til the tip be orange rocking in their chair elders will tell the story and the glory of the MosHigh to children everywhere....
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slice through your dojo replace cha mojo with no flow joe
you ain't got no glow, your dragon is weaker than any komoto coming through/ solar sunder sundown run clowns out they make-up rip through minds with a home-cooking fuck the microwave rap/ slip through the cracks, attack the track with style n finese emcee the best address wreck shop photo crop your raps and make them hot/ mind mattering jaguar battling sideways shattering dogged rage shave your mind leave you a blank slate you can't replicate what cha can't debate/ my mathematics concern your temple with teachings of the bible and hagakure decision wise channel eyes with my shogun assassinator decapitate cha renovator/ end cha team with papers that trail your backs broke down you slacking i broadcast thoughts with freeway jack tron legacy armed with pens n needles/
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Descendants Of Evil, with Stupendous Cerreberal Cortex Egos
No More n No Less then a Lethal, Scorpion Injectin' Amino..Acid These People's Action's ta Me Be Exact-ly like Little Weasel's Be Actin' Phoney as a Bolognai Sandwich, Corny as Tony tha Tiger, Or Your as Sorry as that Story According to Tiger's Woods Fucking Tired of, these people comin up short like Elijah Wood, While My Line's, Withstood tha Timeline of tha Almighty One Alrighty son? ya i spit nursery rhymes leave u just like Red Riding Hood that mean's you'll be Bloodier then Blood Vessel's Burstin' I'm tha Devil's Son that Specializes in Redrum Sen-TE-N-CES,
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25 to life, id ride tonight so mind yo mouth fucker
dye yo wife the same shade as the nine red light then cut ya- legs from your body with buck shot spray from the shotty the thought of puttin kids in orphanage aint never stop me when i Meet the Parents like i was Ben Stiller, lead fill ya your bitch been diggin me so we might fuck before i kill her ill get sadistic on a sucka, go ballistic and pistol whip yo baby mama dont make me make you become a statistic motha fucka
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in thunderstorms i sharpen my sword on cinder blocks
you've been warn with precision i make incision in rain drops riding the wind my spirit coincides and glides within so focused i don't notice the lightening strikin' ya friends and kin prepared for battle i straddle the eternal dragon spittin' flames Merlin's bag of tricks attached to my hips but not for Henry Potter games my aim is indefinite range unseen Moments in Love my Art of Noise makes college girls go wild and frat boys scream in the Twilight thunder crack masked the sound of my attack under the guidance of the New Moon soon you'll feel my claws scratch tear head from where it's attached should've observed the word of the Wu Lords in a duel you're no match respect the architect Protet ya Neck before you run your mouth your tongue you better catch...
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God Of WAr
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i bring the distortion to skate off with your fortune all portions
have you screaming for jesus when i creep with creepers heaters scorching lava hot glacier cold you'll be inflicted with 3 curses for stealing my scrolls crushing crows dead em like brandon lee violently there's no accident i ran over your man purposely above the surface thieves the trees increase energy gee's banked saved for weapons, and tanks take your title like saints got a drew breeze arm throw long cock to his mom, and baby mom
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