Flyweight
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Tha Illest
IP:
Haha Tha Untouchable motherfuckers
The Illest
:: Reign Storm ::
My words leap forth, rip shit and split lips
Throwin' kung fu verbs and vicious flip kicks
:: Country ::
Tha sickest linguistics, lyrical gymnists, tha way we flex
You need, a fuckin priest, before you try to mame these vets
:: Reign Storm ::
Don't try to claim these texts, your flows is shallow like creek beds
Peeps dread when I speak, threads is deadly like freed lead
:: Country ::
When our creeds read, u see necks, in our knees depth
Makin emcees, unable ta breathe, when we key threats
:: Reign Storm ::
Delete and relieve sets of they hardest hittin' thugs
Hittin' drugs till we sick as slugs, pukin' and splittin' mugs
:: Country ::
Cats getting stung, spittin up, over our witty tongues
Let you witness tha power, in each caliber, this committee brung
:: Reign Storm ::
"Got about fifty guns", get down to the nitty gritty fun
This kid he brung enough to rip these lungs from anyone
:: Country ::
Rep tha city slums, my crew quickly comes, n the ground shakes
It grows dark, lights throw sparks, and tha clouds break
:: Reign Storm ::
My nouns make thunderous sounds quake like bomb explosions
Nastier than the gay porn your cd roms exposin'
:: Country ::
See these Gods showin, there hot smokin, hearts blacker then goth clothin
We're not jokin, as long as were on top we'll never stop flowin
:: Reign Storm ::
My thoughts spoken through text like my pen is a glock smokin'
Locks broken we dispose of loose change like we dropped tokens
:: Country ::
Leaving thoughts open, this flocks chosen, ta lead tha blind
But since they can’t see, they throw beef, so we eat there rhymes
:: Reign Storm ::
We defeat their lines with meat cleavers and seize their minds
Decrease in size and minimize lives with ceaseless crimes
:: Country ::
Its tha return of Jesus Christ, when I hit keys n type
Fuck tha resurrection, I don’t believe his hype
:: Reign Storm ::
I don't believe this guy, so I'ma relieve his mic
Gimme that shit, bitch, my rhyme is completely tight
:: Country ::
U can’t reach C's mind, I’m scorchin, anything I put my force-in
U wanna match me do it, I’m nasty n ruthless, like back alley abortions
Un fucking Touchables
I’M BACK BITCHES
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