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AKA THE PROTO-CHAOS
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Box out minds train in stylistic stylized ionize eastern
vertigo dime a drown blown caskets philosophize minds in divides only a few note worthy rise/ climb mountains masked up vigilante style wild by the mile treasure plant townsands mind books while browsing/ see the waves crash, splash, burst and befuddle word waddling never wave the dogs dipper dandy mind midday cd spin a revolution fused knowledge is born forthright fire fight but throughs the iron of will/ check my judo watch my moves silver splice wired tight type never fight for rules, fight for soul, fight for expression interception/
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Join Date: May 2003
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[QUOTE=$inista;2201442]My insanity panics me frantically frankly apathy is created savagely escalating casualties
fucking sickness!
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God Of WAr
Join Date: May 2003
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my addiction is ripping I'm locked n' loaded for the friction
when bewildered attack like wildebeests check the inscription living life non-fiction always killing futile hit-men and whoever backs em will need a entourage coffin shipment I'm shipping you shit-men back to where you came you spit game but not the flame such as I your flipping to fry and to be only hung high revolutionary nigga with his gun aimed at the sky couldn't live a day in my life you would break-down and ask god to die you couldn't handle the slaughter these killa tactics multiply waiting for my connect to verify my endless incoming ammo supply so when the devils want to set it i'll hit em with more fireworks than the fourth of july
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Been a beast from the feast to the dissertation releasing bars
authoring verses giving my all in everything I write/ everything I speak off the topic drop the optics leave it dusk just before dawn/ worded wards coming off wandering smoking a piece pipe diked my mind strikes a chamber most would be in danger/ never slanderous armed Miranda come off those rights speak it trifling thinking your right when your just as wrong as when you left/ death threats in the ways you met fan left definite plans similar freak out scams scream on the midi leave beats shopping shamrocks killing flows like your a rapper ripping those big bang theorems when etching flows in the sand/ morphing jars you warrant cards checking into the lantern armed dangerous fast thinking your similar but not furious/
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suck my dragonballs bitch call me goku!!!!!
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God Of WAr
Join Date: May 2003
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under bondage like a freed slave never terrified i have no master
devil's killing our babies touch mine one in the head bastard make sure he's gone check his pulse after fresh kill who wants to be down? the militant army general might draft ya pass ya knowledge lessons for mind expansion R.i.p. Trayvon Martin retaliation devil blasting body for a body no peace we creep with shotties ready to clear the enemy death be the penalty a disciple like Shabazz lost tribes i inherited their energy may the harvest of fruits be fruitful An older god but the mug is still youthful the hands are still swift due to everyday practice and i still kick shatter your knee tactics running up in Coloumbia houses mami's bow-down in blouses when i'm in the house it's danja for you mouses
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crows feet defeat beefs with minds meets a matter shatter jaws
adjacent leave ya looking like a sudden impact/ trying to come back umbridal mind sidewinder missile speak it you leak it feed the monstar armed archer/ march it down down those towns when you browns get julied i'm jeweled beast off the protein most screen for the mc gene/ wanna know how i freed myself from the apex of the matrix rapidly aging when you see skills displayed you just turn old and grey just only say "that's not how we did it back in my day"/
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TRIBU MILITIA
Join Date: Aug 2005
Location: Killa Hill....10304
Posts: 1,562
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Flashy nasty Jazzy classy raspy raps be swagy extra crafty savvy snazzy acts I speak trashy Mack be long New York born to Tallahassee pass through Cincinnati Yankee fitted so no need to ask me hair nappy still happy pappy smacking on Jamaican patties frankly you cant surpass me your whole style premature & ghastly miniscule actually trivial no need to ridicule you get the visual consequently my centrifugal words are pinnacle unequivocal optimal rhythmical syllables hitting your physical werd! No gimmicks just words EQ & a lil reverb peace herb I rep the east first but got love across the state lines when I state mines
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Run rampage analyze lines minds beyond fire fry all the lines they trying to type up
in a thesis I piece this together without torture or the torches/ I stayed launched in the bays leaving michael asking “where's my explosive expert at” dead caps change cha flow like most people download new ipad apps/ rapidly dissecting bars open table cable aim lames down in games watch them lose it faster than you can think you just lost the game/ know the city openly never give a pity the fool leave a shiner all over his mind so he will never gravitate to the math in his prime while being divided by “Y”/ unknown exchange rate leave most emcees contemplating the crime rate found dominance in prominence watch cha opposite close the gate/ folded fates poetics mind empathic therapeutic trying to make use of it fuse it down to the octaves mop up topics in a vacuum of space, what a waste/
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God Of WAr
Join Date: May 2003
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wig blown syndrome clone holmes then send drones
Get skinned alive 4 hating on my skin-tone my body count upgraded to a thousand and the collection plate is stolen to finance the housing arousing an uprising down for the sizing captured sparks they fear my thoughts day-walker hunting sharks from projects to parks vertabrates broken after dark sun-down son down with a pierced heart blood dripping fuck bitches the rugs ripping get away nasty the kid's spitting stealing what you shipping the plantation Pipen
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know the plot rocking stop signs mocking minds dropping flows in primes
when i am a gamer namer misnomber close casket plow past it fast wasted never hated heated by the deabates opposite timed tempting repentence is my essence, in the way i dot my com's/ guess whos back never that been back to the doctor know my proctor be how i float through the city in a caddy switching lanes making lames snap necks/ chin check chef recipes open seeds red line bread pine mind stimy bring it back to stumbling blocks knocking out, been a busting flow duster mind crusher when i battle i psychically attack rappers by reading their minds and ripping down there supposed rhymes/
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God Of WAr
Join Date: May 2003
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i psychically attack rappers by reading their minds and ripping down there supposed rhymes
used to pump nicks and dimes seed free bags no swag just natural had women begging even ones on the rag got grabbed under-covers wearing hoodies and doo-rags tricked the kid got me for a ounce but that didn't hurt cause they didn't know the stash months in the bing enough time to re-think everything over a hustler who smoked and drank daily know turned sober was it luck from the most high or a four-leaf-clover? no a/a meetings i quit cold turkey happy as the joker never returned to the corner i retired good thing although i got sprayed at with gun-fire by a live-wire shooter for hire Lucifer's a liar used to move off rage motives to build an evil empire Jail changed me for the better no longer deep in desires
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black pope
Join Date: Mar 2006
Posts: 896
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Jail changed me for the better no longer deep in desires
still we sleep in the fire, demons 'n liars only preach to the choir, sheep we inspire pullin teeth with the pliars, keep my entire stock for war in the basement... packin ammo cans with poisonous agents camo drab, a rambo pad for my patrons to plan and map our engagements stackin straps, react to fascist enslavement with macs on pavement, get slapped witta flagrant foul, disemboweled as a statement how were down to trade with pounds wont break us down, waiting to paint to town seen the brigades surround. state of emergency traces of mercury, in flu-shots placed in them purposely, with circuitry that be tracing where you shop where you go, 'n where you stop where your at, and where your not if your alone or with the flock if you stand, or if you squat whether you be aware or not they always prepared to watch |
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bring a box, watch me upwrap the sword full of lasers
never taser a brother he might stab you mutha'fer/ dead domino armed chimmey it's reppin' time death note hide cha hid found fire in the grim state of mind/ desolate educate prognosticate rapidly ripping heads shark skin terrabyte timed tighter than warp speed vs the speed of light vs the speed of dark/ word to the walk i warf you dwarf stars spark a sunlight while the moon rises demise dimed out prizes get cha a one way trip to africa with no money to crack a smile/ jack in you ain't mega man i got a proto flow for your pronto go trying test my pateince when you can't even attest to be wasted/ knots landing props scanning watch me rip an event horizon right in your noggin monolith armed, too the teeth i eat emcees for lunch, dinner and a midnight snack, whats your attack/
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black pope
Join Date: Mar 2006
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my attack is that of the craft's stellar map
straps in my cellars been stacked assassination blows been dealt from the back with shells that fell thru the cracks iLL chemistry, foes impaled witta flask test tube wut'cha next move? yo relax straight out the lodge, disgracing God in His name, painting fissauds on ya brain played out my part exchanging pardon for pain stood at the alter ashamed.. flamed docorines, a gnostic collar 'n chain slave coffin, for makin dollars in vein caine profits.. |
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