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i strike upon foes with unplausable vengance/crasy enough to repeatedly stab u with seringes/im not sneaky either ill tear ure door from its hinges/& drain ure whole blood supply using lynches/my brain was enginereed
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to explode with loud booms/ i only write cuz im stuck in a room with no windows to view/ from so i just prepare my vicious stew/ one mic, one pen, six pads, and no clue/ about what my brains bout to spew/ so i just
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kick flows left and right/ rhymes so tight i got platninum artists that bite/ they ask for tips and tricks, rhymes and storys/ but they still choke like the lakers and robert horry/i got
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sadistical thoughts dat make me paranoid/i trust no one so i use rhymes as a void/idiots look at me and think im coy/trust me u do not want to set off this boy/attackin u
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with the power of large titans/ when u look at me all u see is a mic thats standin/ cuz i aint real, say ill thrice and i'll appear/ im twisted strikin people in the face of fear/ no listen to my
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nouns and verbs/ now u cowering from my dangerous words/ hatefull, dark, and cold/ and wise men are old but nothing compares to the stories ive told/ u look
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sound and walk like a retard/doubt anybody looks at me and says "hes hard"/but appearances can and are deceivin/bleedin, lookin at me not believin/wat ure seeing
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in my mind are like ghandi's visions/ peace to the world but yet i cause incisions/ spittin sharp darts in a fraction of a minute/ not to kill but just to end your livin/ so u got to say now as
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i destroy your building/ let the dead rot and bury the living/ all this wit words, and skillz/ now we takin your children to pay your bills/ respect what
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u hearin and trust it to be true/let this knowledge stick to ya brain like glue/dictating philosophically splendid/while all ure shit is horendous/stupendous
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we speakin words that'll confuse your senses/ have you talk out ya ass and shit through your lenses/ check the friendship, cuz i keep enemies close/ grab a pen and pad and deaden my foes/ my pencil scribbles
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"death to all those that oppose"/ and with this another chapter thats closed/ new beginning a whole new start/ but rap falls out cuz rappers wit no heart/ time is
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without a doubt really valuable/so think about wat u know/ill make u run away from ure pricipals/make ure prized possesios seem unsignifical/u remind me
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of the time i got good rest/ when i split your vest with finessed rhymes/ u were sittin on ur porch, no wind breeze but still heard chimes/ my vibe is that ill, as i let my vocab spill/ thats what u get for fakin in front the faces of 3 real/ dope mcees
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coming together as one/ and tho we burn u seriously, its all in fun/ u see what we've done and feel what its like/ cuz we flooded wit just a hole in the dike/ its hard
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explainin the intracasies of the ill/i spill so hot it would kill windchill/pills poppin in just for da thrill/like pickin a fight wit a trainer at jaques&jills/our will,
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expands for all the flows we got, you can have my freestyles, you my battle raps,/ and u can have all the fire that i put on wax/ i dont need a beat, just play me a sax/ have Bleeding Gums record the backround of my Heavenly attacks/ In five years
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we will cause a ripple in time/ the last three to defeat deaths design/ interweaving, and mixing until perfection/ and we will be the first three man presidential election/ If only
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we were gods then we woud be/indefinitly, but we aint so reign verbally/fools ridicule geniuses wen we speak/but ure words of ignorance reak/seek the
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warmth in this world of blizzards/ you'll find our names posted in the list of wizards/ at last we strike paths with staffs of ancient gold/ seekin out the wise we'll tell you what u'r future holds/ death is just
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a state of mind/ some are born dead while some are seeing while they blind/ choose what u think and feel what u need/ but ur killin me cuz u rhyme out of greed/ change the
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tempo change yo mood/yo brain is hungry&our words are food/comit ure self to suicide wit this interlude/devils advocate and u just got sued/so go quick
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and float away in the pitch dark, tryin to taint memories of my cousin cop/ disgusted that even boys in blue would pitch rocks/ now he restin where the gods lay/ just to tone it down and let my versatility display/ i miss em man, fuck someone's gotta pay/ i look up
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and pray the lord my soul to take/ cuz nothings worth something wit out my life at stake/ so now i remember all the bodies down under/ i see them all wit me in my slumber/ feels great
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to know who really cares/i pity any fu who dares/put my peeps in danger ill glare/stare steadily until i squeeze while u in da crosshair/now ure truly sorry
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that u caught in the whirlwind/ have sought after by wolves till the world ends/ then have u brought to my pad as we run a train on your girlfriend/ then plot for your afterlife while makin your soul bend/ we'll bring
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more pain to the table then when kain killed abel/well slaughter u repeatedly but bring your condition back to stable/ this aint a fable and aint no tall tell/ we got mechanisms that send u directly to hell/ no need
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for u to develope any hope/hang ya mom wit a rope while i soak/choke, put ya in a burnin oil river on a boat/i evoke just to joke on da pope/u mutha
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fucka dont u dare diss da home i dug/ Koa infestedt with drugs, it bugs/ knowin my homie debo will either catch slugs/ or front and get his ass laced by thugs/ just for tryin to make funds to plug dubs/ and rock subs in his wacked out bug/ these damn substances
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are changing and mutatin/ and they chainin us down instead of liberating/now i got my army infiltrating/ takin over the game, sintilating/ stop, its
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over ure lucky like a fourleaf clover/ironic how DIP is mostly always sober/hard as hell but runnin from cuzin/tuff is wat u sell but u wasnt/steppin up
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that's why u felt what u felt/ yeah im supposed to be wack, but i bluff with the cards i've been dealt/ its hell, in this heltah skeltah well that we dwell/ we'll still bring the rain though, have it drippin hot shells/ split you in the grill now u spell well with one L/ lookin like 50
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but rappin like baby/ i wouldnt ghost write for that fagget no matter how much he paid me/ its all gravy and its all good/we reign terror and we born in different hoods/ u out like the light and u got blown out like candles/ burned like herpes by these lyrical vandles