6 lines 1 minute thats how i spit
compared to me every other rapper is shit
thats the plain truth
im a mad man i used to b a insane youth
fuck 60 seconds ill wrap this in 30
fuck a bitch mofukka my lines flow dirty
6 lines 1 minute thats how i spit
compared to me every other rapper is shit
thats the plain truth
im a mad man i used to b a insane youth
fuck 60 seconds ill wrap this in 30
fuck a bitch mofukka my lines flow dirty
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niggas minds are twisted liked dread
leave all these this dwags in blisters with my threads im sowing like pigs
im stick to battles like twigs im stoned im a wall of bricks
im out of line like margins
terrorrize skyscrapers like binladin for my breath im grasping
i blow the mic leave it cord less
come through water like isrealits im orkward
gun u down with mechine guns
cut all them, wack mcs like tree trunks
rock you spiritually like tempels
pass my ryhmes round like they rental
niggas wouldnt floss if they were dental floss
im not godson so dont expect a cross
the asalasi on the mic lastly
i ryhme fast and preciously like a mazarati
i kick lines cause im ths sensay in karate the black nazi asalsi
rip your heads off so you take a journey like ernie
A splinter's in my mind's eye while I'm trying to see
Dead children walking footsteps to the Grim Reaper's beat
Avian flu around the corner so I'm trying not to breathe
Trying not to leave, when the past comes calling
Trying to hit the sky, but my mindstate is stalling
Falling into darkness, already losing my way
Screaming ain't reaching God, all I can do is to pray...
"If Con is the opposite of Pro, then isn't Congress the opposite of Progress?"
OR DID I JUST BLOW YOUR FUCKING MIND!??!?!?!?!
i stab a fool in the rib cage, to bring emense pain
writin lyrical miracles every day, burnin emcee's in my way
im another emcee gone crazed, spitten dialect that'll leave ya amazed
i leave emcee's fallin like droplets of rain
like cypris hill..im insane
Blah ..im so fuckin bored ....my minds splintered with Insanity
ah man it seems this kat above me's verse.. is not so bland to me
but...How can it be???..
you cant see skill in his verse...its more likely for Em to say hes a fan of me!
I stand to be....blinded by death before shine comes off the hands of he...
blah blah blah....God im so fuckin bored I cant stand to think...Im rambling...
blahh...im done
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it's the new prospect for Kritikal/
taking out all lamb ass krews in the physical/
and our crew might be unknown to u herb ass bouls/
till we feed u shells till ur dumb ass full/
type to kidnap ur boss, u find him wit his throat slit/
we the wrong crew to fuck wit/
cause when we spit, u panick and u slip/
while we hold on to our rubber grip/
extended clips wit minimal kick/
name etched in the handle son my gun is sick
Last edited by PhillysKing215; October 18th, 2005 at 12:04 AM
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i'ma make this sucka reconize i ain't yo
if you violate off the top trick you gotta go
now i've held back for alota shit and i'm bout to flip
now i think it's time to tell dis bitch who he's fuckin wit
silent will that's my name
and i came to bring the pain
bustin at ya from across the stage wit my rage
and i ain't done yet i got alot ta say
it's bin along time and you got hell ta pay
so if you want some then it's a death wish
ya betta be ready cause i came to kick your ass trick
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Who's illest?
Im the star of Sin City, like Bruce Willis.
Dude's feel this,
Cause they know everything that I spew's real ish.
Even off the top of the head, I'm knocking 'em dead.
You dont want nada kid. I'll put a glock to ya head.
Watch what you said.
Pz!
Spark the instumental part general its the mental
Criminal heart of venom marked hollow in the middle
The minamal bar menace our feelins are real an dark
In it are scared prison bars... I meant it... far from finished
Get out the game I'm sick with it without the fame
With or without the same name I'm stickin with it
Spit it aim an hit a main vein I rein commited
I maintain the lyrics aint no thang but fear its self
Clear as bells callin it yells I hear it often tell
Me not to fail expell the nails in my coffen
Walk in hell... talk in tounges, hung myself
Caught the blood of a prophet in my lungs
Hard to tell a son of sam apart from what I am
From the start examined parts I've got it down
I've got the heart to spark war and crown a king
Bring my arrows to their mark
I'm always so - hungry for the do'
so y'all should prolly already know
whether d, green, flow or snow
if you got it, I'mma get it, and homie that's fa sho
my spit game's sick, I know
but if we're talkin' on the real, son I'm about to blow
so if you roll with ya do', I'm that one to look out fo
the one, creepin' in the lincoln, that the scout look out fo
cuz you know when I see you slippin', I'mma come snatch ya alpo
or either lighten ya payroll, and next thing ya know
ya brains on the floor, and I'm just laughin' with the fo'
but shit, it's been 2 minutes so you know I gots ta go
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Im new to this shit, my rymes are all good to go
But im gon' keep on flowing, got my 6 lines to flow
Im reppin the uk not talking bout ak's and mad bitches
im talking about life, and the way i have mad snithches
Im freestyle, off the top of the dome
I'll you blown back, be then ya sitting at home
fuck you muthafucka...fuck what ya believe in...
imma beat ya ass...til you no longer breathing...cuz im a heathen...
seen it happen before...like a fucking re-run...we done...
wit what we had to do...dont eva think im happy...constantly mad at you...
drop the attitude...before im forced to stab a dude...
thought i wouldnt do it...did it...now we finished...
kids getting kinda nervous....see how now he fidgets...
yo i keep the nines clappin like a round applause,
when im in front of em stars/
the way you been acten kid,
like you an active kidd,
will get ya mind blown back like Victor did,
my emire is a monster,
runnin from the bay to bronson,
you need a pound in the mornin its no problem//
ill just hit you with a ratio,
i aint neva lost weight while movin them O's//
Soothing with Flows, the Suda Fed to the Super Heads
using Groups of fresh loops to spread nuisances through the threads
Rehashing the days of Old, Kane, Kris and brother Ra
As I smother god's of Thunder, rod's of lightning under palms
I'm crushing the rush of them, glutton pen consuming mass lines
Detach mines from rancid enactments of satan's past time
Re-aligning the backbone of human kind...
god's best kep secret..But that's between You and I..
LOL...
B.C.B. Enterprises
"9 to 5 is how you survive..I ain't tryna survive..I'm tryna live it to the limit and love it allive.."-Jay Z