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Smiths
listenin to Weezy's "Lock and Load" (Carter 2) I heard this...
scripted codes genesis this buildin of scrolls literal sense of deliverance, fitted to be limited in scope bend physical knowns, blend fitfully within cities controlled increments of 3 are perceived as witnesses, watch proceedings unfold grimace extensively, the stench of you primitive trolls is soaked into my soul if there is such a thing thundering numbers run rings in my dreams prime and never even mind effective leadership keeps us teething, *ahem* seething on the concepts of collaring the anomaly collars popped methodically, crispy starched mobs of ME as each marches to my beat, my knowledge increases exponential strategems, existential ramblins one simple demand, committed ham-handed commandments transmitted broken discs spinnin, over written on both existences I have no limits...
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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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08-13-2008, 01:16 PM
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Promises
I was promised death
the fattest check I ever chased with bladed breath the tastiest flesh consumed by Frank's caged intellect cubed existences bench pressed ligaments stressed by my steel skinned neck you no less of a man if ur heaviest gram lifted is a pen-tipped swisha but don't get it twisted, ur crumbs are not bricks plots thicken my digits toss hot pots of grits at competition stitches scream at rotted seams complicated schemes wall in escapist dreams paper plated regimes, slain with ink, are the blankest when screamin pressureless sensory deprivation tanks raise ranks taken from mainstreams nameless slain teens are erased in a day while the paler kind are played for weeks take it or leave it, the American Dream is a machinist that plays IV keeps fake to the teeth, ancient and evil, it's Satan's steeple tainted seas drink rivers deliverin the minister's speeches sinister beliefs leech the city's born no remedy for the prettiest scorned digitally reported, detentions are distorted into discriminatory abortions criminally dispositioned, apprentices are influenced by the dimmest orders inhuman strength on mick length cords brutal clips at the rulin tenth in business forms kickflip porches, minimalist portions give pause to mormon scripts
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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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08-15-2008, 12:29 AM
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Bourne Digit
global intercourse,
postal men of force commence ceremonies with swords cronies cry the course, exposed phonies ride the torch and ignite the awards hidden middlemen conspire to hide the white horse rite riot lines until I'm hoarse, Black Robs report times in a liar's accord my big brother sells me shine I can't afford last chances stand in the mind of this corpse verbal intercourse forces limbs to limp forward stitches torn, Bourne digits digest tracts Smith and Wesson's getback benchpresses facts and test results little fractions have the pulse but often fall for calls of a baptist cult sellin rapeture and angel's dust co-campaigns permeated with cocaine propagate my frame's rust the dangerous draining of my generation's braintrust chains range from the ancient's cave to the pages preceeding exodus the creation of a ragin eruption, updated functions print the pages of onions ripe trigger gunmen of write, their number was five many wonder at the wise, never seen the son rise?
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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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08-15-2008, 10:16 AM
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*ahem* seething on the concepts of collaring the anomaly
collars popped methodically, crispy starched mobs of ME as each marches to my beat, my knowledge increases exponential strategems, existential ramblins one simple demand, committed ham-handed commandments transmitted broken discs spinnin, over written on both existences I have no limits...[/QUOTE] Hall of fame flames.
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08-15-2008, 10:18 AM
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ligaments stressed by my steel skinned neck
but don't get it twisted, ur crumbs are not bricks plots thicken my digits toss hot pots of grits at competition stitches scream at rotted seams complicated schemes wall in escapist dreams paper plated regimes, slain with ink, are the blankest when screamin pressureless sensory deprivation tanks raise ranks taken from mainstreams nameless slain teens are erased in a day while the paler kind are played for weeks fake to the teeth, ancient and evil, it's Satan's steeple tainted seas drink rivers deliverin the minister's speeches sinister beliefs leech the city's born no remedy for the prettiest scorned digitally reported, detentions are distorted into discriminatory abortions criminally dispositioned, apprentices are influenced by the dimmest orders Firewater!
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09-10-2008, 07:00 PM
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chairman smith
patterns rattle trunks
masters hunt ducks and battle monks traps pump the numbness constructin numbers from crumbs deception crushes the resurrected ledges skipped collect heads gifted nets ripped reflect the dulled edges of our precious children selfish and ungivin shellfish sell scripts to the dead risen devilish citizens of meltin test dishes, hell is television's ghetto existence questionable metal instruments are held by twisted apprentices, buildins eighted and replaced with pale imitations the state's mistake was thinking they could raise steaks pages vaguely related to mason dicks on debates (LOL) racist trainers embrace the observation of pain burning tables display the trader's race to plated finishes traitors whisper hate and the fish listen bait and switch, blaze trains unabridged, if one is Abel to spit then us 2 misconstrued co-cain scripts each layer in the pit in another lair stripped bare of gifts you are the witness of an on-air Chairman Smith experiment
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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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10-14-2008, 02:04 PM
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she told me to eat the fruit if I seek the truth
I can see her cruelty, but how can I grieve the moon? so I reach and chew, self-deceit at the roots hell's king in the booth using shells as wings to reach the roof no rings as proof I'd sell anything but my youth If the streets need juice, just wring my neck till the connection's through bless the restless troops, disrespected, our best tools destined to lose this present contest against the representative rule checks, lessons and brews chess, breakfast and deaths accrued rec-room wreckages attented by ghouls tampering with messages to you...
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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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10-21-2008, 05:47 PM
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...oooh...smith, the promise, bourne digit...choices is one and none, trues...bourne ultimatum, david's web, king david...smith [puddin'] school...class in session, lol...who roll with a skeleton crew...mic checked 12.12...m.c. cain will lose, as sure as God is able to live...lol...
...also, heads-up, what's that on weezy face...
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11-09-2008, 06:42 PM
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Frank's Mumble
I talk n nonlinear equations and bomb any occasion
this unfiltered presentation of da IL-est breed n da nation faceless enemies inflate scenes w/lame schemes and capers brains, teeth and paper layers crane technique breaks the beams of snakes in the streets slayer unique, I drain inks and stain sheets paint impressionist speeches, creating clay that breathes change the shape of this monster, an abomination's consciousness stream charged as a thief they called me the god of dreams the robber of demons, I launched fleets against lawless heathens targeted by beez, the sharpest sting drawn by false teachings accepting marks of the beast, flesh of the hardest was weak dark and sweet, I drink the karmic thinking a heart beats partner 2 sparking chiefs that hardly speak my marching priests easily cross the so-called elite atop the tallest peaks mic cords and body forms are drawn from katas born swordsmen of fortune forging legends from stitched flesh dripping edges scripting the present as tense spit unprecedented, lessons glint in every stitch
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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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11-10-2008, 12:32 PM
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...pardon me, I had suh'm right here, moving it to skyscraperz thread. trues, stay up...
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12-04-2008, 04:16 PM
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Paint pictures on the nature of killers/face the mirror and trace the names of missing victims/visit this devil with metal skin/the president of weaponsmiths/a resident physicial takings pleasure in injecting venom/my deadly connections are hidden in correction systems/precision method incisions filtering the flesh of dissonance/my name's mention is felt over distances/messages melted and transmitted by handwritten pidgeons/I am the answer to cancerous vintages/david banner spittin tanks at two dimensional images
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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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12-06-2008, 12:50 PM
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...kutz, that's a bet. here's the deal...we won. I'll break it down in the sequence...
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12-07-2008, 09:22 PM
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That's right sun. WE WON. let them decipher the tens on their own time. it's just math expressed thru words in our own form(ula)s. PEACE
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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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12-07-2008, 09:50 PM
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I see u god. I'm doin this with a SAMSUNG and my shit is actin up on ur thread, but I'm diggin it. get urz and those harboring negative views are the cancer upon the land we r attempting to excise. Let me know when itz time to decompile the codes and ones will begin to operate...
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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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01-28-2009, 01:23 PM
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March
contender with unlimited mental range,
spit twisted Mensa pages to penned and pencil patients official mage of clansmen renegades, paint terror-wrist situations with each statement blades drip the page's scripts, hatred grips this ancient weapon of print hellish temptations wage war, chaining their forces, a formation of hated barbarians from the North chaos versus order, the namelesss were slaughtered and washes away in the water's course brought to Hell's borders and taught to walk back and forth, my gourd cracked and microphone cords rapped across my throat the prophet minded ghost loggin posts every so often, foolish accomplishments get chipped by vicious grits and venomous winds get collard and snitches talk then, government witnesses spit pillars of salt at real men peel six off, my steel spins soft my eagle-eyed partner burns darts in the loft with beams drawn twist listeners into an arced helix, charged particles were pieced into a phoenix dawn our tenth of leaders reach their sheep with demonic arms while I breach the farms of sleeping pawns creep across ponds, beams assault kings and queens from tall fronds resembling small columns repentance involves commitment to a cause, lynched and penned with resolve by Kardinals and Kremlins behind walls set fire to logs with the sight of a god many tribesmen were lost to white diamonds on a cross are we liars for laws? keep in mind the price isn't always the same as cost I'll die in vain for the arts, mindful of rain my giant veins revive the five lakes with darts...
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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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