The Thought Terminal

[J.T.S.]

when the tiger palm attacks
their worry bout they body stats,
the heart attack's hard attacks with heartattacks for god in naps
breakin gats on ghandi's back, stick a cab for swami hats

torpedo your blood vessels, Genies in cans of grafitti,
sprayed upon the weeping wall of jeruselam to release me,
my contract to rap was the warsaw pact,
signing on the front line, when the mangled bodies stack
pillaged skulls and boiling backs, flesh melting like oily wax
sniping whites at traffic lights, whipe with what senators write
swinging pipes of lead at dykes, wake up pregnant, get denied[/QUOTE]



these were all my favorite lines TSA! Dopeness from all angels!

[J.T.S.]

please Bless the show these crabs thread peace, and cold bottles of Becks!

[TSA]

Seven stage araise, the heavens blaze, the gate propel
reverend mage of faith a sage of flames that came to slay
on satan's wake, Of hell and rage, forever pained
cathredals paved by wage, Caliphates foundations hate,
a den of monks, draped in chains mediating in metal caves
and then I came!
the arm and leg, and leg arm and head, with steel and bread
to steal the bread of steeples, pres, evil, press, penal death,
people's wrecked people's flesh, people's death, steaming flesh,
flesh people, G'd and left, to manifest the spirit realms so we can end,
the people shed, the people dead in peoples sheds cause
he who bleed at Canaan, as posterity of slavemen,
embrace the salvation amalagation of praise and amen,
moccosins made from flesh of a mason march a mangled path,
nations bath in the the missle showers power peep the wraith with telescope, telephone, telekenetic tales of bones, brim and blood,
grim i flood, the cock and bull, of newspaper terminals,
by guillotining twin towers soaking the blood with periodicals,

[Ritter]

Great stuff TSA. I might patch in with something soon.

[TSA]

thanks,i wrote it to this beat



SSJ2..atleast

[TSA]

i tabernac attack a fag, spit bite pinch and stab, lynch and dash,
cleanse my path, light the pot, a boiling bath, kill a crab
have no swag ,but bitches flash, cause rumor has, my dick is fat,


just came to me

[Ritter]

Temple of Darts, mentals for the rental, dentals knocked by the art
Words pierce straight through the heart, verbs leave your head-fur on the curb
Punchlines leave blind, your forehead will be the only thing on your mind (Ooh)
Bury you so deep in concrete, forensics took years to find you, let me remind you
Long bars leave scars cut bars that's sub-par, I'm brutal
You wanna kill me, the feelin is mutual, I crack sutures
Don't battle me, if you're looking for a future
Abstract thinking, MC's sinkin, in the sea of darts I'm slingin
Terrorizing the State of America, the mic relisha
The life perisha, damager with a hatchet
Swingin axes at caskets, the devil calls me bastard
I cause ratchet, I light the whole graveyard like matches
But my style is unmatchable, I drop sick gems
Pi produces less digits then the number of my victims
What up at The Thought Terminal, we doin business, Eric Sermonal

[TSA]

hut one hut to hut hut three shit,
thought that i came with the kung fu grip,
your neckless like magic kidyour next trick on some vanish tip,
sound off like, anamanapia, see ya, google it,
You kick flows like kung fu shit but with fire like who you fuck you bitch,
call meeee, love you bittcch, coast is clear 1, 2 switch,
If sleep is the cousin of death then sleepin on cousins incest,
posses it the twin threats sin, sex, blessed once twins met,
rhymein since 99, 5 with a 5-5, iodine laced dimes swine lacks ensimes,
strive for the mic time, mic'n the strive time, striving on mic time
strive with the live tribe, legion is mine drive, leave it ya die die
boom biddy bye bye,
Snatch that, double that, that's mine, that's mine,
My sex, interstate is wider then your sex drive,
sirens a'shine shine driven MCs get pull to the side am issuing fine fines


im just stroing it here, i had to unsupersayjinize for the purposes of the proposed song

[TSA]

I cause ratchet, I light the whole graveyard like matches
But my style is unmatchable, I drop sick gems
Pi produces less digits then the number of my victims




EEEWWWWWWWWWwwwwwwWWwwwwwwWwwwwww......that's nasty

[Ritter]

Thanks man... trying you know. Working on my style.

[TSA]

supremely sick as hell sicker then sickle cell sending your kids to hell,
Severing infidels, infinite tales dwell in prisons cells
and prison sells cause niggas listen pop with the piston rev'n engine off,
the pistol pop lobs rocks at dismal cops,
now im losting in 40 twats, all of em ranging from arabian to
panamanian women the rape the men
basic then is difficult,
kid its a different cult from mystics at city missions
give lessons from christian vaults, my principle's the discipline,
classrooms the system and its critical to picking privitol polticial instruments
like ninja men,
when hte dominate strategy's colombine, then kid im callin mine,
otherwise im lost in mind,
a lose of words is hard to find cause word is life
a lose of words is reserved for the herbs that die,
burning eyes from never sleeping, mediation and basic eating
natural spices steaming price of breathing my decieving
hethen thoughts to conquer eden slice the keepers sleeping
vendetta with your god concept fast while you're feastin

[Suga Duga]

Originally Posted by ThaShaolinAssassin

i tabernac attack a fag, spit bite pinch and stab, lynch and dash,
cleanse my path, light the pot, a boiling bath, kill a crab
have no swag ,but bitches flash, cause rumor has, my dick is fat,


just came to me

"I finally broke the code, dawg. I finally broke the code."

[whers]

Hahahahaha^ "The Patterns"

Nice stuff TSA.

[J.T.S.]

Originally Posted by J.T.S.

please Bless the show these crabs thread peace, and cold bottles of Becks!

[TSA]

44 stains and a bucket of cane,
no more gains in a jugglars game,
44 came at the jugglar vein and buckin the vein in vain with a cut in vain
(*Gag noise)
Should i come with a cane,
To maintain status and cup for the fame,
You can even check my outfit game,
1 day 4 5 outfit change,
Then a mountain of lames from a moutain of names,
That amount to the same, as a foutain of hate,
Image ya skragglers bandwagonin pants sagging,
mind sprout flame your names ashes,
your names came after i flame chapters
aftermath of the same rapper, you plot against or got squad against,
like duroc when you every gonna drop again?
and drop again and again, each drop to the next im above then head,
my tape came with binoculars and cramps the neck,
im cashin checks in case you wanna know the stance,
Im hopin out again from nice showers, villains foes, revenge,
and swine cowards,
ever 9 hours, stories start clouding, flush the bank account,
and dash from my house,
the blind are spared now, UNLEASH THE ICE POWER,


said super face in a singy bonethugs manner over the Notorious Thugs beat