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09-09-2008, 03:00 PM
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God Of WAr
Join Date: May 2003
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Spit boulders
Verse one
Screwdriver persona another classic unleashed An anthem for suicidal bombers I know the time Warner spies with shades over eyes blinded by sun on corners Labels call me i hang up Independently moving, out car trunks units moving like emcee's myspace album orders 100,000 dollars short of your commercial video budgets 3rd world fruit, were handing out bananas to republics Similar sounds don't exist, if so put out flow summons street court runners, hammer holding judges So many spit the practical, we crack the rules Bracket your moves, and shit on Bape shoes concrete jungles governed by apes rule Color my mix beige, and blue Venues i rocket through New breed from the brew applaud the prophets that lynch puppetmaster crews No hook Verses disguised as the truth get brokedown to the roots The rise of the fallen troops u can't dispute Pharoah's put on mute Nuff respect to Monch Never did what Simon Says Make believe literature pronounced dead Take my break bread And dots circle heads Hand the fed documents over Fuck blunts were smoking guns Cop boots fire-proof as we walk on the sun walls of fame i use to get my tag on While they were popping tags We were popping bad blondes Made em listen to real hip-hop I-pods buried with brainless song Punchline practice from dusk to dawn Vampires bite wrong to catch tooth decay I'm nothing like Wayne but my cash money's insane You can play the player but you can't play the game Hate em like the whisper song here's some yin, and yang for your brains The tongue of the native is abstract poetic A wildside author antagonized by the gimmics Do shows confuse most like Grimm, and Doom Walking, or paralized my bap booms shit shrooms in wreck rooms another googly eyed goon Cypress hill shit a black sunday in june My shock therapy in Digital snack on your tunes Heat up the spoons if rap don't work then rocks bloom In top shape using these cd's for hot plates What you know about rehearsing for a show early after fucking late? I love the hate and how they label my mate But you would be happy if she farted in your face Stay in your place after the fast food shopping spree born mockeries bashed in projects in D.C. these New kids in the hall lack originality Unaware of hip-hop's origin Theyr'e sucked into the black hole lost in another galaxcy popping time-capsules go these wannabe thugs baffled on what samples they gaffled clearance issues are always a hassle You want all my cash for your dusty voice How about a cloned version of my nuts too And you don't make the rules because your old school Out of date hip-hop sticks of gum that i'd chew Wack ass producers sending me beats of samples with kung Fu No thanks already done vexed sons looking for me with guns Cause i woudn't collab with those crabs Blew their cover when i saw the gun, and badge
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  My evidence, my own testament, written on wood Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods Hell razah Last edited by J.T.S.; 09-09-2008 at 03:08 PM. |
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09-09-2008, 03:17 PM
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AKA THE PROTO-CHAOS
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09-09-2008, 03:40 PM
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God Of WAr
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Thanks partner!
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