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Join Date: Jan 2010
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skills are needed for this type of shit most rappers think they got it but nope
they slip and fall on the banana peel and then feel the blood in they mouth cause they got thier teeth knocked out freestylin is what im all about everywhere we go ppl wanna know who the fuck we are so i tell them that i am a genius the older gods taught me throught their psalms fuck around with me u face 36 palms and then i release and feel chill and calm writing more gospels and meditating with buhdda smokin that guhdda also check out my sig cause cuz terry crews will get ya booty loose and have you spillin out booty juice all over the shower of the prison ya trapped in the prism my style of terrorism is worse than a jihaddist regime killin more kkk than an atom bomb i love how i got my style goin on the universe is vast and time moves fast thats why i move at the speed of light and fuck bitches while they tight sit back and smoke ya crack and stop talkin smack its chillin time so we get up here and start killin time and right now im out so ill be silent like a mime
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and Yes J.T.S will Make it Clear ta You, if ya think were not Serious Foo' were tha Nearest Near tha Purest of Pure and right Here is Where we Rule we so sick they aint neva gona Invent tha Cure for Who? J.T. n WnD..Uncurable...Unstable Too, so say they True but we just Say tha Truth Shake n Bake n Juke, n Make ya Break ya ankles dude, Shame on You for trying to make a Name for You, thought ya Knew u can't defeat tha Undefeatable
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God Of WAr
Join Date: May 2003
Posts: 4,044
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unbeatable beasts with swords at shows we slicin' cords peace Dangerous lord rippin' shit open like the tusks of wild boars we rhyme gore diggin' the deepest in the chests of the weakest no cannon features just jeepers creepers art of leakers flyin' like rondo here's a parachute watch em jump off the condo heavy fallin' sweet emcee's it's pastry mauling then we gone yo' cookers cookin' mouth watering dishes poison your fishes brand new workout plan to withstand the manual fitness profit of traps snack on those who step in my habitat rip off your arm hand it back he's the madden of rap lyrically strapped decease your pack seated in the back of the cadillac gladiator gravitating gravity back give me promotion or i'm coasting pay the cost Costa rican women get me off at halftime with sauce then i'm back in the game framing frames vandals off
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Eternal Member
Join Date: May 2006
Location: Daytona 500
Posts: 334
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my spirit rides in the wind goes with the flow
comes from within whenevr i decide to let go blow artical after article split sub-particles then I spark a few until my eyes have a dark hue brains blew after i hah-chu laugh after i blast you so lo and so true knowledge born i push thru i keep cuming and dumping sexy shit ya girl loving pumping and spalunking i swan dive in that hide my slang hang glide surf the tide cowabunga dude don't mean to be rude but the flow will drag and tug ya...
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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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God Of WAr
Join Date: May 2003
Posts: 4,044
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dealing with stress that's massive the passive people blown like gasses neutralize em live televised on channel five for the masses you'll pass out after i pass this my poetry too classy for classes bring the clashes leave you ash-less awake to flaming matches Controlled the drill quiet before i let loose shits chaotic as prison riots fish the diet secrets hoes tell in the Hyatt both of em wired bringing the wire drama lord of karma cannons fired who's the don? your luggage bombed know you have expired destined for hell Spawn armor protecting my inner shell heavy shelling tellers who tell pronounced dead I'm toking el's the vocals deafened ears so who's the best this year vets with spears maniacs, and menaces without fear sparking committee's committed to committing verbal murder here beyond the call of duty throwing bombs like Doug Flutie watch the stadium explode as we drove to the next zip-code yours truly got hacked for acting unruly hit with multiple clips bro'
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Eternal Member
Join Date: May 2006
Location: Daytona 500
Posts: 334
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direct the light into different shifts for the audience to witness spliif lit wolf face ID read proceed with haste tango with the devil in the pale moon fresh wounds ya mouth will taste never out of place command the area where my feet land touchdown i spin around spike the Earth with my brand leagues fatigue trying to prosecute the justice i receive Little Brother you can't stop me so just sit back and watch me succeed warrior intellect deadly arts i perfect wreck vets and any caliber prowlers magnums have them on excursions trying to dodge my excaliber highlander last stander crash course i endorse all slander mustang nose smoke will choke ya folk raider behavior is my standard...
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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; 05-19-2010 at 07:46 AM. |
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God Of WAr
Join Date: May 2003
Posts: 4,044
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Slam a beck's to knecks til' their the next hospital patients this gospel is ancient to artifacts my heart is black better cover your scars from cracks or wifey won't take you back these rap niggas lack substance in tracks while i'm stomping the wack rollin' thick in the jungle lounging where my enemies slack unaware of a prowling cat four leaf clovers couldn't save em black blaze em rats cops coming so i put my haze in hat you ass crack emcee's coming with crap i'd rather battle shaq we can original gun clap or bang with bats so make an option there's no stopping me from making your body temperature drop hit your pork with chops feed you to wolves on blocks cause nothing lasts forever like the reign of crooked cops that'll stick you for work extorting your knots everyday a dimes dropped and a snitch is stabbed, or shot so the real deal is to make it out this bloodclot this ain't home it's homicide central bodies under docks a dirty biscuit watch someone pick it up like funk doctor spock
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Eternal Member
Join Date: May 2006
Location: Daytona 500
Posts: 334
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on FullTilt Gimmy Mochips is how i'm built stack attack i check raise snatch the pot and just blaze no joker champions of poker are getting broker ghostface leave no trace of my pocket ace before i flip it over cold shoulder hot hand making even legends stand no matter the brand deal the cards all in a 100 grand i see thru shifty eyes and the ones that look dead inside trying to hide their fear when i decide to call their bluff after i win i like to wait to cash in til these fools had enough chips i cuff while sippin' white tea in my cup laid back haters i attract try to read me it's too tough even make Phil Ivey cuss saying damn this man's game is too much....
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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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God Of WAr
Join Date: May 2003
Posts: 4,044
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better step cowards i don't respect flowers my rep towers expect showers for hours
without a middle-man my riddles slam maximum power so let's ride on comrades that switched sides and cowered a rider without ambitions still thowing chickens in flour make sure the pan's cleaned or i'll react like jean grey x your professor stretcher for cross-dressors there will be no successor in a ditch i left ya with a look of defeat two hours later roses and white sheets burn em like heat never was racist everyone has the same color meat your skinned alive if you refuse to retreat tortured in a front row seat 'you dis me better be prepared to apply for disability very few have this agility to get off lyrically police be busting off fearfully mothers mourn tearfully when i die pour out a beer for me remember the hood times dope rhymes, bomb sour, and plenty of dimes frenzy of nines queens reading my mind
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I fuck shit up when I stomp into your town
cold bonkin motherfuckers I aint making no sound like a master assassin wack rappers I'm blastin up side the head tongue lashin leave em dead before they step out of bed claiming that they got street cred and blaming me for all their problems that they have aint know it was the snow crash messing with the lyrical lion leave wack emcees frying like I'm cookin up some eggs cracking heads misleading the misled |
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PRODIGAL SUN
Join Date: May 2010
Posts: 1,648
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God Of WAr
Join Date: May 2003
Posts: 4,044
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thought you had it locked that's when i'm proved them wrong
Broke in the dojo 20 strong you and your students gone give me mya then i'm moving on you can dance with the stars prace on you par jack you for your car after i put your face in the tar you look great with scars i visuilize success then break em with bars barricade em hard we barge through barriers lyrical air-craft carrier Murdered the captain he was mourned by america Stay on that dog-shit like a terrier laid up with erica I'm after you running to africa sudan to be precise living the hard knock life that's why i hammer the mic dominican dimes put em to sleep when i give em the pipe next a brazilian she grillin'til' i'm fufilling her feeling she got open from words of a genius that was Cold chillin' she blowing the god smoking La with a darkman that rolls with the mob a king rocking timbo's my fam is royal mos def were black stars shatter your dreams dream shattering frauds your too fragile for arms unrealistic like the cosby kids guard your ribs or get em broken bitch see me with a smoking chick toking piff head getting blown to bits the key to winning a war is being emotionless scrolls are sick Die for who i'm rolling with cops come i hold my stick fro out like shaft your girls fiending to smash she braided my hair fast then when i'm dome i'm on the run like makers of counterfit cash emcee's be so booty they rap with their faces in ass
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know there's no stopping me
I give verbal colonoscopies and when they listen to me I literally give wack emcees epiphanies till they realize they're lyrically limited see you cant rattle me when you battle me I'll kick your ass harder than Italy kicked Sicily the chance of you winnings smaller than a fly killing a chimpanzee or a toddler transcribing the Odyssey into Chinese calligraphy so get this through your thick skull aint no way that your beating me cus even if you spit fire I spit cancer and HIV the situation is dire if you use your mind wastefully you cant follow me faithfully your minds hollow don't wait for me or I'll have you busting rounds at nothing like schizophrenic infantry so those that diss me are only shooting shots at shadows and shit that don't exist see those that aint heard me yet are unaware blissfully but I burst out the speakers and kill those two bit emcees |
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black pope
Join Date: Mar 2006
Posts: 896
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simple objects of animation, subjective mannequins
evil's process of habitaion, connecting man and sin we strive to justify ourselves, embracing acts of war survived by sucking dicks of rich 'n breaking backs of poor deathless torture, fantasies, attempts at forging amnesty insubordinate sanities, is death your source, your hand that feeds? that wretched force that spans the seas, disquised in blackened shrouds? that's spreading sores and mad desiese, enticing massive crowds your faith is stripped 'n stands before you naked and ashamed the dignities of righteous men, now raped forsaken names the winds of hell will carry cries that fall on empty ears as endless souls are burried by the squals of every fear we're face to face with death itself, which can't discriminate our hearts are hard 'n filled with hate of all diminished faiths while weakened and fatigued we're badly bludgeoned up with fists this dungeonous abyss is where humanity exists jus look at us, the mutiny, the wickedness we do for free the viciousness, the nudity, but soon we'll pay the dues 'n fees |
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God Of WAr
Join Date: May 2003
Posts: 4,044
Rep Power: 25 ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
my vision is futurisctic i can see death these thieves stressed
kneck to kneck with tree connects always chiefing the best never bet on life my lyrics so live you could televise what i write rock opposing emcee's to sleep on the mic fuck your plight ain't no love when he touch-down give me the trophy by sun-down watch the pigs raid the lab not one gun found bitches jumping for my balls like rebounds got weed by the pounds tracks like trump stacks cut em like crack so they can't come-back inhumane when i go insane doc's saying relax or relapse had to strangle em fool got me confused with eminem an end for all men who be so pussy you'd think they ate it before they were rapping napping on pillows soon to be bloody like li'l kim my style stay ugly crack your fucking face with a coffee mug if you try to mug me
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