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Old 11-03-04, 05:15 PM   #1
Teknikal
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Posts: 97
From: D.C.(moved from Cali, and Cleveland)
Where's My Contract At...

IP:

Free Agent..

Here's some samples..:

I stick my dick in ya calender ta fuck ya days up/
You can catch me with Sway in the mornings when you wake up/
You step to me and you whack? I'll leave you sleepin in a full body cast/
Teknikal; I'm scratchin out kats when I'm spit at full blast-
like i was packin brillo pads in my auto-shotty's mags...

I complete the MC jigsaws/
Carry the weight of the game like Chinese rickshaws/
Ever since I dropped the mic night has never been this dark/
Ever since Noah embarked in his wooden arc, I been ignitin these sparks/
Ayo,
I wrote the lyrical bible and ripped it into three parts/
wrote the first page with the tree bark from Adam and Eve's park/
The second page was scripted on the cursed snake's skin/
Written entirely with a hand that came from Able's twin/
Ever since kats went mainstream i been unable to grin/
I was cacklin back when hitler's troops first invaded berlin/

You could call me the Nostradamus of the new age/
Read my philosphies and youll be dedicated by the third page/
I never let my words stray/
God created Earth in 7, but I was made on the first day/
Ayo,
You can call me Hannibal when I sever ya brain and ya get served/
Gimme a topic and i'll produce a verse in any style you prefer/
I observe and preserve teachings in the depths of my brains nerves/
release the beliefs to these wack MCs in the darkest of streets and the whitest of suburbs/
Since my birth, I've always remained conserved/
Though with each verse I convay my messages through each verb/
Ask Moses, exactly whos voice he heard/
When my existance occured Earth's creation was spurred/
I aint -no god-, but you can call me -Demi-/
Create enough -thrust- to bust MCs like a Dodge -Hemi-/

I was the one that cut off the wings of Michael/
And force him to live out the human life cycle/
I was Albert Einstien's apprentice/
Till he stole the equation from me-
I didnt experienced the moment of portentous/(wrong use of the word)
In a candle lit-room I flip-through the pages of the bible/
Reminis about the days of the arch-angels and the tribals/
With one hand I unscroll the roll of the Torah/
In the other, I solve the cube of Pandora/
I could ingulf your entire aura/
Stop you from movin like ya body's cells were all flora/
So you belive you can still defeat me?/
Let me explain further the ways that I eat and then excrete these MCs/
I push ya face in like you runnin into reinforced concrete/
To defeat me would be considered a god-like feat/
Have you ever herd that I force kats to involuntarily bleed?/
The asphalt your found on will be completely covered with ya genes/
Until my verse is complete-
MCs gradually deplete in plain sight-
Always starting with their feet/
As the deletion starts its way up
They begin to realize they had shoulda got they weight up/
They dubbed me the Golem of Mankind-
known for unwinding the human DNA with just the verbiage of his mind/
If you're unequipped, ya head'll be filled with lead/
The files reported you face down to drown in a crimson colored bed..

Not even close to my entire body of work...Lemme know who's interested..
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..-Da R.I.P.-..
"..I'ma R.I.P.pa', remember.."


--Darkness Shines Bright--
|-([..Let The Records Show..])-|
Body Count: 91 Kills
Survivors: 16 Injured
Still Lost In Battle: 70 Knock Outs
In My Scope: --

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