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shots of lava mixed with gin make the hardest men explode cartons of spliffs and bics of gold, from pole positions my men of prose shift gears to split the roads appear from rivers stripped of flow, strip the gears from stingy hipsters and their queer folks infiltrate government buildings as an eerie ghost, a trained navy seal turned angry seer dropping posts bombs and bolts hurled by blonde gods from their thrones, I am their horde of bones, Lord of an Unholy Court flooded with distrustful souls....
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weep for lost babylon, the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog bordered by a sea of faults, fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt screaming shots, police and chalk, wingless fallen demons walking among us as people... -.5Kut |
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03-23-2011, 09:49 AM
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anatomy struck buck a dum-dum in your pipes hit the floor no mercy merciless fights the world turns zombies burn in the day-light premeditated pre-mature rappers over-medicated fed your favorites recipee's of truth blast the flute as the days end for flukes rebels raise the roof fire-water roots gone like nate a dog with wolf traits a lion attack against your pack no purpose to hate this allegiance managers, and cases toasts with drinks bodies i dropped in many places cover the eyes mu journey disguised all the savage guys recognize and realize on the low we feel high's pull queens and make em wives
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03-24-2011, 08:58 AM
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let's examine the sciences never relied on alliances
never did what simon says authority i was defiant with finding this treasure lost then hiding it eagles he's flying with cops chasing the flying whips timing his speed see his mane he's a lion indeed good with the deeds think not? put you under with weeds nuggets from Denver the lyrics a time to remember back out the lab with the golden chest treasures shorty wop run that leather first adjust the straps 2 yr fiends find a new day to relapse perhaps my mishaps increased the kick-backs he's vegan know so to hell with the whoppers, and big-mac's
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03-24-2011, 10:03 AM
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contemplating on power's past, as I concentrate I'm showered in shattered glass play the patterns on hidden paths, sinsured by the gift of gab, I am ignorant and illiterate in my wisdom's class no benefits, I'm broken and shit cash dizzy from a pen's blast, I pull the pin, shift gears and spin past spit hieroglyphs and get lifted from the thinnest pads, wings get clips and flying fish get bagged repent from a sinner's craft? It's not likely, my spliff's ash assures me the bomb is lively....
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weep for lost babylon, the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog bordered by a sea of faults, fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt screaming shots, police and chalk, wingless fallen demons walking among us as people... -.5Kut |
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03-24-2011, 10:22 AM
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don't think you seen how I am the nature of the threat/ dead cha supreme complex I’m on set like a tip top Mex my checks be tricks they ain't for conniption picture what cha spitting/ cooks what cha cleaning, don't throw rocks if you living in a glass house the game is made to be told but if you tell anybody it's free/ then I shall recoup the skills you pimping thinking it's all about scripting when I’ve been saturating the net since you were in junior high/ why rhyme when you ain't in disguised reply when I rely deny you lemons kill all you G's Us when it's just me praying to Jesus Christ/ realizing when i'm nice your just a price being bought for nothing caught like flies attributing nothing to game with a lame hook and decent reverberated name/ this tattooed crazed name cycles in cycles when there are just rifles you get stifled by the smoke clearing the room with minimum ventilation/
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03-25-2011, 08:08 AM
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spin-off the win wind-mill the spiral kill from the hill gusts of wind with blood flying broads carry my iron repentence from a killers sin front desk dealer moving work-out the gym to the streets main event dents for fragile fleets speak easy or your frame's mince meat magically rupture the heat goldie with gold-teeth shake your soul blood pressure rises on the roll no royce top choice tyrant with a terrifying flow in the lodge near lake bristol closet full of crystal assualt weapons and many missles flows used and re-used bars written on the stool ladies attractive throw game we get active in the pool rain on your masters don't let the game trap ya see to live is to never die the guy survives goods get ran like marathons ..why?? i get it in my inflictions live a sure suprise got a wifey with an order of dimes on the side
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03-25-2011, 08:18 AM
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Been blogging on how i naturally fracture noggins get the paper many ways including newstand robbing window open as i 'm rhyming in the trees robins heads bobbing back n' forth my blood-sport crushed a source that told info so simple son never took shorts have em weezing like smokers of new-ports one hundreds for sale my force never failed so if you want tools i'll spit razors, and nails as well as box-cutters leave crabs on blocks smothered the fear traveled into the hearts of sisters, and brothers even the cops gasped at the remains they passed the strongest vaporized it's a murder multi-task
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03-27-2011, 07:31 PM
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I am sworn to retire when our world is reborn, to walk this war-torn earth I have no desire cross boards beside liars and kill lords with idols of wires, my hands, idle are the tools of rulers and their conspirators acquire jewels and plots from looted vaults, I leap from rooftops and land in ruined lots I am the fusion of Timb's future discog, P. Monch and a seed's launch from the fingers of all-seeing gods, on enemy's cities we march bomb seas with rings and stars, my pawns cause stock cards to lean and yawn don't stop to sponsor these cars, we are the opposite of clean starts cock beez to spark degrees, in the dark our hearts beat to chart periodic cheese....
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weep for lost babylon, the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog bordered by a sea of faults, fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt screaming shots, police and chalk, wingless fallen demons walking among us as people... -.5Kut |
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03-28-2011, 08:04 AM
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sex fiends enter them raw dog running tag-teams all this because she's too lazy to work to support her seeds high school drop-out pretty face tight frame and a expensive weave nails done driving her murdered man's Lex she gets whistles of disrespect by thugs chillin' on the project steps she used to be religious know her religon is sex three years later she moved out the projects into a condo she conned married men out of their doe low and behold she'll cuss you out if you call her a hoe even though deep in her heart she hates herself and all the drinking, and smoking is messing up her health she won't give you the time of day if you lack wealth so we started talking and vibing she liked the whip i was driving told her she can change she said it's all about surviving dropped her home she kept hitting on me she was trying But i refused drove-off guess she needed to take a load off it wasn't easy though because her assets looked robust, nice, and so soft But i knew she was polluted with a disease included sorry if i'm wrong yeah the devil tempted me to do it but that half an hour of pleasure could of been fatal For a while we had tension like Green hornet and kato finaaly ran into her at the cafe drinking tea while i ordered a bagel She looked sick her body weight decreased she's no longer thick told me she was fine but i knew she was bluffing by the looks of it
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03-31-2011, 11:45 AM
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crooked crooks pull jooks on the shook chains, and loot is took
the robberies rarely reported extorted money that never made the books on the corners where out of towners get beat-down over a look it's all bad in this Bagdad where angry sons, and daughters put their own moms, and dads in body-bags babies found stangled to death in the dumpster in trash bags where soldiers dreaming of riches still in rags dealers get bagged with massive amounts of cracks bagged spit em out or get gagged and cuffed and dragged men dressed in drag fatally stabbed seeds molested become prostitutes and murders gone mad no love here the murders increase every new year brothers catching life bids shooting at cops with no fear and the same lame preachers in the churches saying the end's near when the service ends he picks up a hoe in his benz to bend if you say your a thug you'll get tested so don't pretend little girl raped she was only ten she killed herself the funeral i didn't attend real beef to the grave when gangsters refuse to make amends money's spent on cars with fancy grills the street kills send spine tingiling chills everybody screams keep it real the same ones that squeal shot-up when he came home for making a d.a. deal we pack knives and blue steel always concealed old mom's dying because she had no health-care unprepared she ignored her illness didn't face her fears no laughter just chaos, and tears
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03-31-2011, 01:38 PM
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a taste you could savor even I was at cha face with a razor/ psychotic mind egomaniac destruction is what I am bringing to any emcee daring to test best weaponry since my inception/ created lessons wasted in time, relax and recline/ now it's time I rewind without the magnetic relays delay every situation you may have engaged/ get cha shuffled by the temporal activity that was boring to me now we spearing those sparing now we ain't even caring/
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04-07-2011, 12:20 PM
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Join Date: May 2006
Location: Daytona 500
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no staff but i walk a choosen path
illustrate the math as schools of thoughts i pass no class self-taught spark my art in a flash on delivery chin checks i cash endorse my foot to ya ass b.asic i.nstructions b.efore l.unching e.xit the function wisdom and love among the consumption always up to somethinn' was the introduction now you're in too deep once you peep the production momentum swung once the inertia was sprung my native tongue de la soul the quest of my tribe is not young but bold brothers of the jungle we flip from humble to wanna rumble if our district you happen to stumble paper thin men we crumble High thoughts lingering in space awaiting the right time blow ya mind trying to climb into one verse mine has multiple designs parallel dimensions my rhymes reside until over the line they shine Son rise to surprise those sleeping on the divine....
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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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04-07-2011, 01:14 PM
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calibrate con opposite of ROM diabolic ripper sick and savage mastering axis leaving you distracted with tits and ass while steal your launch codes/ unfold flows blown by the backs master acts never rip a rap rape a track impact crater fader major Appalachian face it I am the lead singer while your just the basest/ masochist pissed when the wrench dent cha skulls as we etching in pins win a tail fail a jail kill a scale make a million off the frail, organist optimist with ideas to suggest/ address any fool by any other name than a biblical one sold cha coal now its cold dust ash as the cold crushing beginnings with nothing but wins/ got them tigers mixed with apes and armadillos killing you fellows doctor author programmable aimless ammo leaving emcees dusted like angels in angle panels/
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04-11-2011, 10:17 AM
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your feline lines spear-chucked, and bucked hold that flow ammo through your flannel the trilogy trap skill in me stacked can't be distracted detected, or tracked universal with facts punish your pack on the train tracks mis-behave beat with brass-knuckles, and bats womb hacked after you finish your meal unable to diminish the real or demolish the skill fall-back and just chill blood love the spill Saigon drama club-shooter with armor we fuck mothers and floor fathers die in the yard with honor the code of karma let it rain on ya the illest performer truth speaker flow blunt without a hit of reefer no ass-fuckers get in the cunts make em deeper than my intelligence level doubt that you's a sleeper on hard-wood floor's peace to new god's just born my lethal forms can't be torn or scorned
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04-11-2011, 12:27 PM
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strike lighting find cha verbals
never mirge in lanes you can't claim/ my game be top notch always like David Robinson I bakc up the point five slammer jammer/ ram hammer dampening determined to give yall the verbal next to rep intecept project cha timex big ben i m on it/ try being for it stride the line barbarian master force behind the forces/ torturious methods be sections i am representing enter cha terms watch this hetalia come to life/ white out cha lines making minds divisible by five move ya bishop watch bars lift up with a mister on the lisp of gifts/ griffin slit cha wrist n blister skips scabs as babbles' get the babel treatment when i pick up a D4 for the win/ cancel carnivorious hand melt cha chilvary misery lance out cha time doubt found cha floats/ nagasaki rapidly boil toil in trouble off the hook u ain't an emcee when I ufc U EMCEES like Jack dempsy/
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