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- Godhaal0
I'm Jesus in reverse, the son of Satan with a fire arm
Water to blood, apocalyptic fire storm
You a sucka rapper, never know what side you on
I shoot my biscuit in the air until the sky is gone
A 16 of mine murder your entire song
9M submachine is long like your entire arm
I'm a loud mouth fucka not a quiet storm
I don't believe in an afterlife so once you die you gone
Never nothin soft, everythin' a violent song
Kanye West, gay rapper, thats when lines are drawn
Qwest hit me with a beat like he Italian mom
It aint even beef no more, its Hillshire Farm
I aint gonna leave your family any time to mourn
My clenched fist shows the power that's inside the palm
The same 'palm that was taking human lives in 'Nam
And I ain't stoppin it till' all these human lives are goneVinnie Paz
- sikma0
Cannibals eat human brains for dessert
Buried under deap dirt, mobility innert
I insert these codes for the cataclysm
Ever since I had the vision use my magnetism
In this modern metropolis they tries to lock us up
Under preposterous laws thats not for usYo it's three thousand thirty
- quamb0
[Beans]
far from a view (view)
far from few
king daddy disco (disco)
pots beats grease like crisco
bang like pistol (pistol)
intent clear as crystal (crystal)
the thing I require from this industry is money and autonomy
feather float pillow (pillow)
white chin, double dribble
ballbeam burst bubble
crippled on beats[M. Sayyid]
that spells trouble
- forbes0
why do bad things happen to good people?
seems like life is a constant war between good and evilgangstarr
- dablammit0
The attractive assassin, blastin the devil trespassin
Master gettin cash in an orderly fashion
Message to the fake nigga flashin
Slow-up, Oc before you get dropped
And closed like a caption
Fractional kids don't know the time for action
Styles got the rhythm that of an Anglo-Saxon
Round of applause then avalanche a clappin
PLOW, that's what happen, now what's your reaction?
- bliznutty0
We live the life that of diamonds and guns
And numerous ways that we choose to earn funds..
Some niggaz get shot, locked down and turned nuns
Cowardly hearts and straight up shook ones..
He aint a crook son, he just a shook one..
- desmo0
I never sleep cuz sleep is the cousin of death
- wrong0
1-2 so listen here
There comes a time in every man's life
when he's gotta handle shit
up on his own
can't depend on friends to help you in a squeeze
please
they got problems of they own
Down for the count
On seven chicken shits
don't get to heaven tiiiiil
they face these fears in these fear zones
used to get jacked
back up in high school
i played it cool
just so
some real shit won't get full blown
bein where i'm from
they let the smoke come quicker
than an evil redneck could lynch a helpless color figure
and
as a victim I invented low key
till the keyhole itself got lower than me
so i stood up
and let my free form form free
said i'm gonna get some
before they knockin out me
i don't sweat it
i let the bullshit blow in the breeze
in other words, just freeze
- flavorful0
Yo, my pen is sick like a heroin addict, whenever Mega spit,
I exhale preciseness, drug dealer ghetto shit,
Sweat in my hand, plus fingers numb from measuring grams,
Gun on my waist, In case I see son who wetted my man...
- flavorful0
Aww shit, I’m always caught up in a scandal,
I’m like Martin dumbing out on Tisha Campbell,
My dick is on the crap table I’m ready to gamble,
Gimme a blunt and all the pussy I can handle...
- scenek0
your album's like a bad stock tip; i lose interest
- flavorful0
I came to the fork in the road and went straight,
Right out the crack vile to the Golden Gate,
See the silver spoon in my mouth it had cake,
My rap birth date debut song was ice bait...
- vanilla_cam0
911 IS A JOKE!
- _niko0
I take 7 mc's and put them in a line
then take 7 more brothers who think they can rhyme
and it'll take 7 more before I go for mine
and that's 21 mc's ate up at the same time.
- Stugoo0
Graffiti isn't corporate so it gets no respect
Hasn't made a billion dollars for some corporation yet, so
in the name of Phase2, Stay High, Pre-streets
Grab your cans and hit the streets, I'm out for fame
- BattleAxe0
"my mind is playing trick son me"
- my hand was all bloddy, from punching on the concrete...Complexfruit
- elahon0
Dual of the Iron MIc - GZA
Picture bloodbaths and elevator shafts
Like these murderous rhymes tight from genuine craft
Check the print, it's where veterans spark the letterings
Slow moving MC's is waitin for the editin
The liquid soluble that made up the chemistry
A gaseous element, that burned down your ministry
Herbal vapors, and biblical papers
Smokin Exodus, every square yard is plush
Fuck the screw-faced photo sessions facial expression
leaves impressions, try to keep a shark nigga guessin
Give crazy shouts Son here's the outcome
Cut across the semi-gloss rhymes you floss
Shit is outdated, just like neckloads of Sterlings
Suede-fronts, bell-bottoms, and tri-colored Shearlings
I ain't particular, I bang like vehicular homicides
on July 4th in Bed-Stuy
Where money don't grown on trees and there's thievin MC's
Who cut-throat to rake leaves
They can't breathe, blood splash, rushin fast
like runnin rivers, I be that whiskey in your liver
- desmo0
lifes a bitch and then you die, thats why we get high cuz you never know when youre gonna go
- flavorful0
Flows be banging in the paint throwing elbows,
My first fight was me against five boroughs,
I lost my first wish, but remember every detail of my first kiss,
That's that Bronx tale bliss,
The holiest of holies... hip-hop... it was eighty-eight,
Even at the age of ten, phrases levitate,
Drinking little hug quarter waters,
Dodging stray slugs on the corner, in that exact order!!!#@*RU@#O)*JFJ*(F)J**FJ*@#(F@J...
- neue75_bold0
For underground metaphors
You can scrape an inch below the turf, for what it's worth
My style's been developed in the core of the Earth
The exhale's volcanic, the inhale is seismic
So brothers just panic when the Live one arrives with
The natural ability to run through your crew
From 2-1-4 to 2-1-3 to 2-1-2
In other words, from Dallas, to L.A., to the place where J stay
Everyday is mayday
So you can talk your trash on how you're wettin MC's
with mad blood stains but I'll bet you can't stand the rain
I look upon your brain with disdain
Go back and reflect on my endeavors black I can't complain
It's like a raw deal, consistant with the way I make you feel
The ends stay revealed while the means I conceal
And those who try to steal get decapitated
You wanna snatch my H2O type flow, but it evaporated
I displays my credentials over instrumentals
And my potential, increases at a rate that's exponential
It's detremental questionin my thesis
The penetration's exact, like amniocentesis
I rip your rhyme to pieces after drainin out your fluid
My vocab is fluent yours is evident of being truant
I know you wanna make moves but son you best to take a second look
Before my knight takes your rook