HERB-
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
Gametime-
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
HaRdKoR3-
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
HERB-
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
HERB-
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
Gametime-
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
HERB-
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
Gametime-
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
HERB-
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
Gametime-
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
HERB-
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,
Gametime-
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
HaRdKoR3-
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
HERB-
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
Gametime-
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
HERB-
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
Gametime-
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
HERB-
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
Gametime-
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
HaRdKoR3-
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
HERB-
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
Gametime-
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
HERB-
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
Gametime-
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

Not abd, not bad........alright in places and sometimes not that strong, but all in all quite ill........................


HERBAL, check ya bitchslapped

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sigs are for herbs...Thats why I got one!

thanks for the vote but next time hit that poll up dogg fa sho
ill go peep that bitchslapped
anyway more reviews and more critiques people please
hit the poll up

Your Shit Sucks Dude.......I Think You Need To Go Back To The Room With No Windows.....And ELEVATE!!!

Cuz Your Multi's Nor Your Meta's Are Dope....Your Wordplay....Sucks........Not Creative At All.....Your Flow, Was Half Assed........And Your Structure, Has DEFINATELY Fell.....Because It's Not Good.....

Don't Think I'm Saying This Just Because We're Battling....

But I Hope You ARE Ready......

Dope. Pz.

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