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01-31-2008, 10:02 AM
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Ayo...
I step up to the castle, knock in the front doors
slapping monks faces raw with my golden oars Breaking jaws in half, cuttin mic's with mad craft No math to add, cos ya brains smashed on hash I feel sorry for cats who think candy wraps are the bomb Plastic bin backs and black tyres is where resin hails from Mixed in skips for the pricks to make easy dough quick Depth test, size stick, blinded by my card tricks Aces swap their places while ya'll talking about races Mixing colours together and putting haters in their places Forming fresh styles, My mind'll keep going for miles Inserting smiles on tiles, shipped to the british isles Scottish born and head strong, My legacy will live on And you'll still be reading til my threads are withdrawn So in retrospect, i attempted to show you what im worth I span the earth over a lifetime and resurrect myself at birth
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01-31-2008, 10:09 AM
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I step up to the castle, knock in the front doors
slapping monks faces raw with my golden oars Breaking jaws in half, cuttin mic's with mad craft No math to add, cos ya brains smashed on hash Niceness ecspecially the last 2 lines!! Mixed in skips for the pricks to make easy dough quick Depth test, size stick, blinded by my card tricks Nice wordplay there.. So in retrospect, i attempted to show you what im worth I span the earth over a lifetime and resurrect myself at birth And these two lines are the icing on the cake.
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01-31-2008, 10:19 AM
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Sonic beams hit regime's by any means of exile
Docile..crazy water raps running river nile Tap heads Saviour Glover style..exceptional executions Foundation built from enemie skulls..full cemetary solutions.. No exceptions for MMA fighters break their mid-sections Desperado concerto..zoro slash half the masses bloodflows in the basins fast..J.T.S. stole Jason's mask.. Brawls after card games..diamonds snatched..and aces smashed.. Dimmer the lights..as we rhyme and break night..nocturnal knights.. Village pillaging experts..blood from knecks squirt.. Show cats how this gillete works..birthed in the Garden of Eden.. Eating emcee's before i started teething.. On fire arson..burning brigade season..heavy boulder holder.. Colder soldiers stashed in freezers..immaculate rhyme writer.. Followers follow the leader..
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02-04-2008, 09:36 AM
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I come citing fine wicked writing with charasmatic lines Connecting duel parallel minds in futuristic dark times I break ya necks from ya spines then reconnect them back together With the parts that we find when you've survived the weather Taking out mankind with the biggest bomb ya can find We operate a covert team, aint no-one can find A single fault in us, It's just because we got a special talent thats just so glorious Under ultra violet lights, scoping victs at night Phonies quake in their boots when we ignite on the mic We disastrous, to stand up to us, ya gotta be brave With massive waves that caused masses of un-named graves To appear on stage before MC's even spray So i say, work rest and play, every single day
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02-05-2008, 07:19 AM
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I enter the zone and barrage the microphone
Holding my own, bombardin, dive-bombin homes I roam hillsides and capitalise where vocal tribes hide Roadsidin dead MC's cos they getting the hard shoulder I smoulder the stage with napalm, but stay colder Than any phony patroller, call me 'Dave the chrome phone controller' Holding golden bombs to terrorise the lines while downin cola I'm the scottish killa bee, the buzzin cousin over ya shoulder With 'Ted B' schizophrenic mind guise technique Scoop out ya eyes once i've tied up ya feet I split ya in half when i subtract yer math, I aint got no empath For any cats who act like brats, they getting slapped With the toosh, always koosh with the mighy bush Me and my main man Kiff used to down the death juice Smoking tubes, platoonin, cos were the team that produced Jewels that awe the school where we teach ya'll the rules
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02-13-2008, 07:58 AM
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Powya!
I up-funk the monk and smoke a bucket with skunk
They call me the hunk hulk drunk dunking punks in car trunks Your styles shrunk up and ducks askin was'up with ya body strut In my city, people feel cold steel cut gut, so mouths stay shut Scheme girl sluts emiting gluttoned smut, watch out for head-butts I'm set like a bolt while you turn like a greased wing nut Launching the mic of ya head which cracks like a pistachio nut My styles uncut, while yours ends suddenly abrubt...
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02-18-2008, 07:58 AM
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I bust mad rhymes like nothing ya ever seen
Smoke so much weed they call me 'glaswegian evergreen' The mean lean DTR grown up into a mad lad combined Shining brighter than a buddha munk drunk on red wine You can never trust a lesser ape, i take shape, create tapes then escape While your leaving girls claiming mandatory statutory rape Sauvingnon grape over sexy babes which is what i simply excel I propell shells that swell ya head and blow it off to hell Oh well, drifting off as usual, I never straighten out Shit is well thought out my style is beyond any single doubt Seperatin out the fake MC's, day in and day out Staying true to the Fam cos thats whats it's all about I thrill before i come in for the kill, trip the fantastic light Grip the mic tight i demonstrate fine skills that succeed to excite I'm bloody like ted bundy on a black monday and someday ima strike So ya better watch out cos i might switch guise and gouge out yer eyes Returning to planet earth, landing on site, fusion rebirth, media circus Aint not a single per i can ever trust, and not a cat can hurt us
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02-22-2008, 05:17 AM
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 I take the time to rest in between your bitches tits, they get covered in sweet D cream all abreast, my test is to rush the front door and take out all haters in one quick fatal blow I entice the mic device but the best dont know me Cos they're rapping in clubs while i be setting minds free by the lake, i awake next to my own body i flip this verse like it was my favourite hobby dont get carried away on this compound sound I'm usually found in crowded bunkers underground people looking like clowns looking for the ideal but i make em squeal when they feel my cold steel I make em stress, so they attest, but at best, I'm no less Than the next MC on the mic sweatin and gettin blessed There's no contesting the fact that I can rise above So I praise wu-tang for showing me the universal love I kill on the mic but it aint no crime Beat slayin, mind playing, lets just pretend you can rhyme
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02-25-2008, 07:34 AM
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Short Freestyle to Mef's Uh-Huh Remix Intrumental
yeah, yo... I mock all combatants at notorious armageddon events Trailing mellifluous* grape lines that stew up and ferment Inventing new vocal shapes for you to try to relate To what i gotta spray, I switch poles like i'm running a relay Crack ya dome wit the chrome batton, watch me strike ya ass home Microphone rapping tome as i roam, holding my head as my own Wu-Tang have shown me the unknown, spirits wrapped up in balms Glowing in sight, testing oppresive ingenious neutralistic bombs In futuristic qualms, we fight with the might of mecha ants enlarged As I bombard, I leave ya scarred cos my rhymes are fully supercharged Don't disregard my devine service or i'll catch ya mind off guard And watch you repel cos your force is neg-a-tively charged My main aim is to maintain my delicate state of my brain Cos my thoughts travel faster than a japanese bullet train Searchin terrain where i obtain the rights to conquor domains I discover new campaigns that phonies cant seem to contain Overshadow'in and blood damagin, breaking fools, then unraveling Spools with tools, I break all written rules, without travelling To any state of grace, My verses enclose my surreal magic My life's goes from strength to steel while yours stays sad & tragic I mock all combatants at notorious armageddon events Trailing mellifluous grape lines that stew up and ferment Inventing new vocal shapes for you to try to relate To what i gotta spray, I switch poles like i'm running a relay -------------------------------------- just for the dreds - *mellifluous = Pleasing to the ear --------------------------------------
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03-01-2008, 09:14 AM
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Why fam get banned??
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03-06-2008, 07:10 AM
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huh?
Yeah, Why did Ferm get banned?
He would something like this on here - Zigga zig zag zig, I swing side from side like a clock pendulum Rhymin more slick than that skinny cock eminem Babtising niggaz with jaeger and makin em say amen cause judgement day and leave ya lives condemned Returning from the barren land, branding a grande mic stand I intercept the light sceptre, heron mind, large wing span Open books like stone tablets, hide props with sleight of hand Never contrite, my shit stays tight, while yours is quite bland
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03-12-2008, 01:46 PM
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Post up in close up, below zero flow, all foes froze up
Get down duck buckshots, making the band killer Diddy popped No pity cops faces blown with gritty glocks Fuck a shitty watch, reps big like titties hot Electrify avenues, anyone 3 feet of me shocked I might hop off the scotch, and shoot a cat in his crotch 3 deep like the Lox, beat em with locks before they grab the ox
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