jigsaw's thread of holy scrolls

[JIGSAW45]

This is a joint i spit over an ern dawgy collabo


rocknrolla controlla,with lirica cabrona/big swollen up bolas,getting up in your cola/the four pound chroma canona upside ya chola/volandote las nolas,toma pa que no joda/bin rhymin been rhymin,hurricane wind chimin/been shinin,spit diamonds,been four fif linin/ rock trax with perfect timing,murk a verse the perfect crimin/niggas scared to test the god,straight vaginin,break ya hymen/the henny blak guzzler lirical raw hustla/bigga dog muzzler,triple my strength muscler/head bussa,pussy nigga gold chain tuckin up/niggas love us in silence but they hate it when we come around/scared to speak they mind cuz they know we keep the fukin pounds/rawest niggas from here all the way to your fukin town/dont exaggerate when i say that we rule the underground/

[JIGSAW45]

This is a verse i spit to another ern dawgy collabo


Yall muthafuckas dont like me,but u might gon respect me/iron shiek of the technique,bars crunch like a nestle/microfone caress,ayo i murder it gently/im ready for the test,i put the right to ya left cheek/we gon stay representin all the pain n the struggle/the strain n the hustle,all the pressure strainin the muscle/pressin on the brain with the thang n then im flamin the muzzle/electrifyin like lightnin thru the rain n the puddles/its the 500 pounder n the 500 rounder/resonate in ya ear,500 watt sounder/ern with the gods again salivatin n droun ya/hangin em by the neck 500 crown roundas/stabbin faggits on stage then we stickin the dj/undected like mist,we too swift for the replay/make em run the work n then we move it on ebay/3 kings are in the lead,becuz we runnin this relay/

[JIGSAW45]

Some nu shit...peep it



stone posture,means im in a vatican stance/the bird glance,semi auto hang in the pants/aint no subliminal its serial,with lyrical rants/ayo i'm raving like the raven with a elephant stamp/no enslavin a mental patient with ya brain in a clamp/its the ruler of the medula,make ya cranium damp/and i be splashin while im crashin n invadin ya camp/i get the slashin with a passion b insane if i cant/turnin em into vegetables ya brain is a plant/when i'm speaking the heavy mental or the craziest chants/so beware of the gods wrath,u better pray for a chance/cuz im piercin the chestplate with a titanium lance/pokin the left ventricle cloggin the right auricle/midnight oracle,spittin precise audibles/not playin when i'm sayin that you'll really get slapped/niggas get sweaty palms when they givin me dap/

[THE MASON]

dope writtens Jig

DArkest KNights in your city soon!!

[JIGSAW45]

Thanx for peepin my dude. Darkest knights is def gonna be epic

[THE MASON]

Originally Posted by JIGSAW45

Thats peace bro thnx,here's another one. Lemme know,peace

We get it on thu the calm of the storm,with heavy arms/yo the gawds stay preparin for war from light to dawn/got this rap shit padlockd down hard to the core/barricade the 4corners,the city in marshall law/no escaping from the raping,we covering every door/from the lord, skampoe the gawd,jig to the saw/comin thru with infallible skill blastin at will/leavin ripples in time but my waters r still/we so official that they passin a bill,savagely real/underpaid,i aint mackin a mil,mac is a mil/let niggas know about the beef n how they cabbage get peeled/bandanas around the hammer,bloody rag from the spill/u soakin in brain matter from the snipe to the grill/when im telescopin the verse ayo im nice with the kill/ayo i thunder grip the mic,becuz im vice with the skill/my flow so retarded i spit harder wen they spar with me/toast ya death with ya blood wen i lacerate the artery/

watch while the abstract acrobat
attacks like a hunchback, hunting packs
of raptors risin from the rapture
thrasher flicks flickin blades that switch
we mutate, plus we mad sick
adapt quick wit slap mits through brick
first train with a stick then with the steel
massive massacres with massive mass appeal
many marchin men march across the field
archers arrows make the armies yield
cavalry conceiled eternal lacerations
aretary blood never congeils
wounds never heal my pendant is my shield
though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death
i fear no evil because me and death got mutual respect
handshakes with the devil, dinner in a buddhist temple
enter underworlds with a pick axe and a shovel

[JIGSAW45]

Sick verse bro....the wordplay is off the chain,maaad props,peace

[JIGSAW45]

Its been a minute yall,been slackin but this is sumthin nu i cooked up...

Im bout to take u on a journey back to1995/raisin hell with the hardest rhyme,to show u im live/we the last of a dying breed,i fight to survive/holocaust from the bomb toss,leave nuthin alive/the master of ceremony,the mind control canceller/move the fukin crowd im the microfone chancellor/sword weildin slasher of weaker emcees that challenge the/thought professin answerer,radiation the cancerer/quimos not gonna save em,i blaze em n split the atoms up/expose they govament names n leave em dyin in vain/freein my peoples minds havin many thoughts to train/from the jungles of concrete to the ones with rougher terrain/from the port of riches to bridges,u hear the crack of the chains/no longer shackled we attack u takin off the restraints/i left them trampled when i ran thru with a hall full of slaves/as i traveled from a danube while engulfed in the flames/

[THE MASON]

freein my peoples minds havin many thoughts to train/from the jungles of concrete to the ones with rougher terrain/from the port of riches to bridges,u hear the crack of the chains/no longer shackled we attack u takin off the restraints/i left them trampled when i ran thru with a hall full of slaves/as i traveled from a danube while engulfed in the flames/

dope!!

[JIGSAW45]

Thanx for peepin it bronze.

[JIGSAW45]

Workin on jon cramer2...peep the horror,lol


jon kramer i flows greater,nile river evaporator/heavy mental invader sharing dinner with violator/human size pacemaker shock value regulator/thunderstorm orchestrator,split u like the garcia vega/turn your spine to xylophones as i recite the violent poems/carved with knives i file with stone,as i reside inside your home/in the darkness where i roam,hidin in a tiny room/shaken when you awaken with the brightest light upside ya dome/slashin ya wrists,sharpened handcuff ya fists/then i bandage n stitch the forehand to the lips/pull ya legs out the hips,make em stand on ya dick/when i find u,n i hide u like a vampire glyph/precise torture device, i'll slice em with swords of ice/exportin the limbs n organs,stashed in a tub of rice/hardly makin a sound, like the vocal chords of the mice/spit death till i lose breath,give life to the fukin mic/

[JehovAllah]

Nasty masty nasty

[JIGSAW45]

Nu shit...

I charr the beef medium well on the griddle,with the most vicious of riddles/niggas is pussy yo they pink in the middle/they want the god to dumb it down so they can think just a little/meanwhile we break the bread n they be scraping the kibbles/i breathe the ice cold flow they get the shakes and the wiggles/beat them with 20 bricks inside the case of a pillow/n hide they bodies in the basement till they stink just a little/due to the fuckin factor that they hate what I scribble/jigsaw been a realist since the dookie in the britches/and niggas stay salty like coochie on loose womens/but they wanna act ballsy with all of the loose spittin/the mind control your spirit sixth sense im bruce willis/my rhyme thesis move ya soul telekenesis/rapidly fired speeches turn ya brain into fesces/shatter ya glass jaw n have u sweep up the pieces/applyin the fukin pressure till they trapped in the creeses/

[JIGSAW45]

NU SHIT...

The call of the wilder wildas,the scholars that make the pound holla/heavyweightin escala,i break n reshape the cara/yo they dont wanna do nada,cuz rappers is oochie walla/stock like a rockwolla,i rock with jehovallah/spit lava n holy water,n swingin a gold espada/snappin rusty katanas n slash the toppa the pana/ jigsama conjure the llamas,fantasma the ghost of sparta/returnin with a venganza n roam the halls of your casa/i rep for the gualla guallas n the rest of my puertorockas/tainos y borincanas,navajas in the quijada/5 pulgada punala,el aguila esta pesada/the lyrical bala folla,n shotta the heavy armor/plutonium bomb rhymas,b calmin ya whole persona/corrosion from the explsion,exposin the bad karma/u feel it like seana paula,the midnightin marauders/spittin sickles n palas n executin the slaughter/

[JIGSAW45]

Smoke bomb specialist,spit the flow thats devilish/concieted lines im arrogant,repeated lies I banish it/ disappear n reappear,razor sharp ya neck is slit/bleeding through the evening like pms your vaj is sick/fo five i brandish it,blast it quick n splashin shit/kickin back,sippin yak,the henny black we crackin it/invite to the party lost you know the godz b crashin it/push yo ass up out the way,u run away,ya back is split/worldwide locals that get all up in your focal/invoking the illst vocals,that's solely meant to provoke you/lump in your throat and choke u,myocardial stroke you/no homo I'm throwing bolos with knuckles harder than goku's/don't act like we never told you,I'm packin the gats that roast you/foreman grill u n toast u,now who the fuck'll promote u/