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Old 06-13-2008, 04:42 PM   #31
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...the gift, this where it is now. fizzuck da' radio...
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Old 06-13-2008, 08:25 PM   #32
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These flakes keep makin incorrect preconceptions/
don’t take outta context my complex complexion/
I’m dodgin projectiles, forcin projects progression/
process perfection, glocks for Prophet’s protection/
while congress keep stockin up profit collections/
our mental is locked in ghettos in several sections/
plentiful arrests then led to penitentiary fireplaces/
standin trial waitin, feelin violated, I tried to face it/
cheddar, I died to taste it, in a eight by ten isolated/
an icy stasis, the vile basis that my life is annihilated/
I lie awake in a sweat, sleepin on these empty threats/
from lepers and lames who maim and claim to be vets/
I tread into depths that seem so impossible to fathom/
I kill dragons then drag em in rivers you can’t imagine/
fantastic abstraction for the hell of it, it’s eloquent/
steppin a line so delicate, next to hell’s well, I fell in it/
empty shells is the the smell of it, yellin for elegance/
marriage pell-mell, I put spells on belles who not celibate/
Growth and Development stains on my brain, estranged/
the ages have changed, it feel strange to bang wit a gang/
hang on the range wit skanks and strangers wit fangs/
the immature is a blur, it’s occurred, I’m blatantly pained/
trained and ingrained but haunted by closet skeletons/
no relevance in benevolence, all belligerent malevolence/
M-elevens which I’m clutchin tight in remembrance/
fightin the exorcist, demons keep the hate rhymin effortless/
hate crimes is evidence of excellence from the serpent/
slums and urban servants live under the words I interpret...
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Old 06-13-2008, 09:48 PM   #33
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These flakes keep makin incorrect preconceptions/
donít take outta context my complex complexion/
Iím dodgin projectiles, forcin projects progression/
process perfection, glocks for Prophetís protection/
while congress keep stockin up profit collections/
our mental is locked in ghettos in several sections/
plentiful arrests then led to penitentiary fireplaces/
standin trial waitin, feelin violated, I tried to face it/
cheddar, I died to taste it, in a eight by ten isolated/
an icy stasis, the vile basis that my life is annihilated/
I lie awake in a sweat, sleepin on these empty threats/
from lepers and lames who maim and claim to be vets/
I tread into depths that seem so impossible to fathom/
I kill dragons then drag em in rivers you canít imagine/
fantastic abstraction for the hell of it, itís eloquent/
steppin a line so delicate, next to hellís well, I fell in it/
empty shells is the the smell of it, yellin for elegance/
marriage pell-mell, I put spells on belles who not celibate/
Growth and Development stains on my brain, estranged/
the ages have changed, it feel strange to bang wit a gang/
hang on the range wit skanks and strangers wit fangs/
the immature is a blur, itís occurred, Iím blatantly pained/
trained and ingrained but haunted by closet skeletons/
no relevance in benevolence, all belligerent malevolence/
M-elevens which Iím clutchin tight in remembrance/
fightin the exorcist, demons keep the hate rhymin effortless/
hate crimes is evidence of excellence from the serpent/
slums and urban servants live under the words I interpret...
u the illest in the whole text rap sub forum...thats real talk

i see u repp'd the Nation, i dont kno if u bang still or not but 6^

u on some Killah Priest shit man, insane lyrics

love 2 hear some audio
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Old 06-13-2008, 09:53 PM   #34
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dope as fuck, the vocab is unmatched

technique is ill son, watch how i spill one.
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Old 07-07-2008, 08:50 PM   #35
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A Street Cat Named Desire:
Left my nest today, decided it’s high time for me to escalate/
realized the day after tomorrow was the day befo yesterday/
enter the third testament, prophets lost in the worst tenements/
cursed sentiments, I use every verse to disperse penitence/
how many times do the Christ gotta return before we learn/
to stop lookin to the skies and start lookin toward the stern/
start throwin religion over starboard, I know it’s a hard word/
but so much hate’s been harbored, it’s got our heart’s blurred/
I’m gettin farther from Heaven, puttin faith in the steel I hug/
hopes dashed to pieces like Judas’ guts in the Field of Blood/
maybe I’m sent to be a Messiah but I can’t stay out the streets/
maybe I’m meant to be a sire but I can’t stay out the sheets/
maybe I vent from out this fire cuz I can’t play out or retreat/
baby, I wept from my desire to simply lay out in defeat/
I need a way out that’s complete, I can’t compete wit myself/
my habits is too strong, I’m too wrong wit this heat in my belt/
I’m still addicted to gunplay, so I’m steady polishin chrome/
I’m breezy on Any Given Sunday, chiefin wit Oliver Stone/
thinkin of The Departed, I started as a killer, naturally born/
passionately storm on any enemy that may casually form/
may they family mourn, then they’ll conform voluntarily/
if anybody may refuse me then I’ma rock him like Eric B/
fast life like Kool G Rap, a lighter wit two looseys packed/
I got loose leaf raps hard enough to bring the Fugees back....
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Old 07-07-2008, 08:55 PM   #36
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Old 07-08-2008, 06:06 PM   #37
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...yeah, so I seen the 6's posting on the walls after the first time I came across ya' post [skyscraperz]. star of david, david's web, the born ultimatum...Christ's ressurected in process of the reckonin'...archangel Gabriel, gift of Gab', that's the word...stay up...
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Old 07-09-2008, 05:44 PM   #38
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I have transcended the hierarchy, the Holy Grail of Hip Hop/
for hood hoes in flip flops, fiends that pit stop for nick rocks/
for hoodlums who stick shops, for dope boys in big blocks/
for brothas that got they lips locked when they get knocked/
come drink from my brazen cup, but observe snakes that sup/
it came from up above, there ain’t no way I can make this up/
it’s straight abrupt, the way I used to slang all day wit thugs/
measured weights of drugs, went home and prayed on rugs/
now I obey in love, evade the flood so I don’t bathe in mud/
since John immersed me my sword’s thirsty for pagan blood/
so I wander far away to parts of Spain wit the mark of Cain/
endurin passing strain, my only food’s been Damascus grain/
now I fast and pray for a lasting way for me to handle pain/
from the acid rain that came from Heaven’s massive drain/
I feel condemned, meditate as I separate seeds and stems/
pen gems upon the hems of priests descended from Shem/
to end what began in Bethlehem, out from the virgin’s womb/
resurrection from a early tomb ain’t what the world assumed/
the remnant is deaf from the sonic boom, the comets zoom/
the chronic blooms, the product moves, bulemics vomit food/
priests in solitude, police is poppin tools to shoot Amadou/
what I’ma do is topple whoever brought this cup to the table/
whoever wrote and defended the remembered tender fables/
banish Cain to stables, raise Abel, disable the label of hater/
call James the Lesser who came later than James the Greater/
but James the Just was the one who was akin to the Savior/
no relation to the Vatican, that would be Anakim invaders/
Joses and Judas was the younger brothas from their mother/
all came as men and as men all suffered wit brains ruptured/
I kissed the Christ at the last supper in those final years/
I was the Christ’s premier pioneer, to me the price was clear/
I seen Him cryin tears, whoever touch Christ, I’ll slice his ear/
it’d suffice to fear what I’d do to ya, ask medusa or lucifer/
fought wars that’s nuclear, produced Methuselah, rebuked Jupiter/
I was born in Galilee, I escaped Calvary, displayed galleries/
slayed to make salaries, evaded the cowardly, prayed hourly/
now I’m seekin results, put the key in the vault, leadin the cult/
demons’ll sulk as I lead the assault of the Maccabeean revolt...
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Old 07-10-2008, 02:16 AM   #39
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This shit's on a whole another level than the rest of the section. I swear I sometimes think that you're Killah Priest. Or Hell Razah.

Keep doing your thing Dub-P.

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Old 07-15-2008, 10:03 PM   #40
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Your entourage can’t dodge my lucrative collage/
sabotage superficial gods when my ruger pistol nods/
and lodges rods deep inside of your squad’s garage/
to barrage y’all’s cause, cuz it’s all hodgepodge/
I’m camouflaged in the walls of Taj Mahal motifs/
any movement’s a mirage, turbans and gold teeth/
I hold chief while y’all spineless as a paperback/
I take it back, ya act is swine just like a razorback/
unclean, my rhymes shine bright in the sunbeams/
legacy of hindsight, limelight’s in my son’s dreams/
but I sold my dreams, biddin, smokin green vapors/
chasin the cat, goin bananas for Josephine Baker/
ignorin all the maidens that’s laid in my harem/
I’m mute til I’m in the booth drunk off truth serum/
but the side-effects is anger and muscle spasms/
hustle fastest, drownin in the beast’s stomach acid...
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Old 07-16-2008, 10:32 AM   #41
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Your entourage canít dodge my lucrative collage/
sabotage superficial gods when my ruger pistol nods/
and lodges rods deep inside of your squadís garage/
to barrage yíallís cause, cuz itís all hodgepodge/
Iím camouflaged in the walls of Taj Mahal motifs/
any movementís a mirage, turbans and gold teeth/
I hold chief while yíall spineless as a paperback/
I take it back, ya act is swine just like a razorback/
unclean, my rhymes shine bright in the sunbeams/
legacy of hindsight, limelightís in my sonís dreams/
but I sold my dreams, biddin, smokin green vapors/
chasin the cat, goin bananas for Josephine Baker/
ignorin all the maidens thatís laid in my harem/
Iím mute til Iím in the booth drunk off truth serum/
but the side-effects is anger and muscle spasms/
hustle fastest, drownin in the beastís stomach acid...

Fiyah!~!
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Old 08-02-2008, 05:56 PM   #42
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Picasso’s vomiting rubies from the top of his kufi/
Prophet’s cockin a uzi on the block wit a doobie/
you be watchin a movie, Hip Hop blockumentary/
it’ll shock you mentally, this rock’s complimentary/
it’s a jade jewel to dismay they who break fool/
made to break thru the maze of modern day rules/
they display tools made to enslave the brave Jews/
invade Jerus and spray AKs in the grade schools/
my new task is to educate the masses in classes/
break impasses, knock glass in the asses of fascists/
I’m like Arthur Ashe, my backhand’s hard as brass/
don’t starve for cash, I got manna in my Father’s stash/
if you try to drop a dime I’ma hear the water splash/
feed you to the otters, bass, and the crawfish crabs/
alas, I’ma let cha carcass smash from the tallest mast/
ya arms in casts, I been the rawest since August past/
Proph never delivers soft, cut from a different cloth/
my little light shines hard, I attract Gypsy moths/
I’m Mikhail Gorbachev attackin from a foreign gulf/
goin off on those who scoff, but they flowin soft/
blow em off the atlas, let em eat shit wit the catfish/
I’m in Egypt wit the cactus, talkin Jesus wit the Catholics/
in the regions of the Saxons, preachin of the passion/
if you not geekin then you not readin all the captions...
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Old 08-02-2008, 06:32 PM   #43
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Prophet Picasso-
the top vato chompin' olives and sippin' scotch on the rocks in Morocco-

yo Proph, another stellar drop.

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Old 08-02-2008, 07:58 PM   #44
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another Picasso Masterpiece-
watch the god drop peace in colorful blocks like Matisse
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Mark this hour on ya calendar, you can end ya talent search/
wordplay’s high caliber rifles, but the vocab’s a silencer/
balancin Bibles and violence, I’m demolishin challengers/
blood sacrificin Highlander wit twin polished Excaliburs/
the last of the world marvels, spit words of pearl and marble/
I came wit Amistad in a bottle, come unfurl the novel/
keep the girls in a hostel, waitin to satisfy the legendary/
I got plots in dark cemeteries, but a burial’s unnecessary/
cuz I live eternally like I been born again, but born in sin/
torn linen wrapped around the cadavers of tortured men/
prepare the sod, assassins in the synagogue swear to God/
take off ya mink or lose yo cuban link like Terror Squad/
respect the decalogue, thou shalt not cross the Messiah/
I spit flames on yo terrain until you get lost in the fires/
tossed in the mire, may yo soul expire in the swamplands/
off-brand emcees get crushed like a tall can by a bronze hand...
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