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11-10-04, 11:00 PM | #1 | |
leave you rest'n pz's
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last dedication to the council....
IP:
if you dont feel like flowing for a while i suggest you leave this thread . . . when time ticks in reverse to replay the verse that i spit i blind shit even though you pussies aint got sight of it in the time it takes to lose my mind i quickly find its fineness chained to a tree in my yard you find sanity with kindness you couldnt smoke this verse even if u tried to pipe this ya sightless like blind people with shut n seared eyelids brailin unveils the vision problems of these bitchass goblins pen that we stick with condoms just to stop the spread of knowledge then im only screamin in ur ears so i can hear the echos bellow from a tree of wisdom i watch the mainstream c-walk on bricks of yellow we up in they crosshairs, they try and Mark us like Camby stolen ranks get ya colon spanked, want more?, ask ya fam gee..! from here to DC ,n from the 'd' to the 'z' i be workin da spots you wanna battle me?, kid you gettin beat like virgin cocks heres the mic, im urgin flocks of crews to rock it too im an unstoppable rise while energized by rocket fuel im bustin with no cussin some rhymes ya minds lustin grinds be dustin, you's a machine and im ya major malfunction kid keep frontin, i'll be the one to show ur true colors got the jutters..? i be bustin through like defective rubbers i stay stoned,grabbin the microphone, i rock it like a gullstone i aint gone, if its wack dont worry, its the ill ones im strikin on you've expired, lit like a lighter i spit fire, call me an arsonist you fools ill grill, my crew is mad ill, we sick like Parkinsons i kick words by the herds while saliva stirs the slurs serve you herbs with harsh action to curb the urge this verse i purge on the mic to display my sickness replay my quickness of reaction to the vibe of bitches try to witness this council'n be so sly and sicklessly viscious shards to ditches, scar like stitches, crossin rivers discard in bridges u tards are winless, strapped in boots tryin to walk my footprints with talk like hoodlums, releasin Havoc, turnin fucks to Shook ones i'll brush the loose crumbs off the table cleanin the surface im steamin with verses and cuts thats bleedin with purpose i think breathin is worthless in a life thats fiendin the uncertain so im leading these earthlings showin dreamin aint worth it believe in these words spit, dreamins when u get caught sleepin ya thoughts weakin and thats when the enemy starts creepin ya lost feelin and theres no way to finish the proposed battle minutes are fragile,you rap,?.. then try spittin like a engrosed camal the birds sing to me knowin we all caged somehow i stand strung out, like a fiend til the gauge sprung out i crave touchdowns, inbounds crossin the pylons walkin with my arms, filled with rhymes stockin like nylons bombing with krylon, leavin my mark on ur train of thought u exchanged ya heart for dough and a spot on salems lot insane or not, remain on a block thats raining shots i'll give fame a shot, but when hes dead fucka dont blame the glock my word is born through the sexual relations of thought and speech i was taught to release my opinions like dogs off the leash u aint walkin with heat, thats syphillis in ya cocks ya grab ya dicks when ya talk cause ya shits bacon like cops and i aint takin no props, im rearrangin ya op-(op-tics) tics, with slick scripts showin u true slick hip hop no time for pit stops, dragged by ur leg til ur hip pops daz be rockin like the ammunition of sling shots while everything u statin is just sure ful..regurgitation your lazin while, my rhymes leave ya eyes bleedin like purple hazin i murder patients intelligence, hey, u said u was authentically sick you fake prick..! now u afraid to get ripped, its hurtin aint it u bitch the way ur droppin ur left, ya chin is cravin my hits with fully felt fists the microphone shows u clones how im utterly amazin with this diss u fuckin amateurs, couldnt keep ya balance with reinforced banisters blast ya backwards i manage ta, conquer anyone of ya mans caliber look see, i aint no rookie, im Chewbacca standin with the wookies true mobsta smashin u could be's, thats just for playin like footsie im crushin Anakins, barehands without the mind tricks robin hoods when i bat men, solo flow without the side kick trust the rappin star, i aint done, whut u clappin for im cappin sars, sendin u to the ice age without a flux capacitor ya mats floored n ya raps insured, i blow heat burnin tree sheets stay breathin never sleepin, i hired a shephard to murder my sheep lifes a burger to eat, so throw cheese in that fake ass scenario u got a better meal, but clogged arteries, so there ya go i grab the pen with the intent of escapin worlds reality i will not become a casuality, i will cut the face of vanity i'll smash the glass of my reflectin image, death seems mad at me)?, i will not become a casuality, my crew TC resembles EARTHS gravity im holding it down, i got u attatched to this pavement u fuckin peasants need my thoughts cause u cravin for some amazment the underground is but a basement with all noise occurin upstairs "hip hops state is a sensitive spot homez, so try not to touch there" im runnin rag'd on this g-spot, u cant stop me with ur knees locked who i be?(the white peddler from the park where fiends flock) im gettin fiesty, sucka emcees be takin me lightly i dont wanna be in the lime light fearin that shit might blind me grab a shovel and try to find me, the cella dwellin emcee rhyme fiend u see big things in ur future but its just a crackheads pipe dream God aint forgave you, ..........stand tall and face facts i break backs like 9 to 5's and snatch funds like state tax i conquer the best,like whiteys to da mex, i got u wantin to flex but u got second thoughts cause i'll be stompin ya tiny chest gettin marks n chex...! i'll inhale all the knowledge til im vomiting text they wanna know where u are, they check the hospital desk i'll split ya face with my fist and lick my fuckin knuckles clean till they sheen, i'll crush ya huddled team before u touch another schema... u dont wanna fuck with me, i got missles aimed at the Vatican to go to hell so me and Satan can get to battlin... to compare heat, i got these hundred lines from Fort Knox, of course not i snatched em from that house then later realized it was the Lords spot.....! . peace fam..... i am no longer with TC
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i'll play on ya consience, ya contents is complete nonsense
speak of biting, then you fucks flip everyone of my damn concepts what the fuck, was you high..? did you think i wouldn't recognize lines that i made then you come up some bullshit tryna prove that im gay...! . . fake fucks..move on...! |
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