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I have a lot to learn...
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nah jay z gets ripped by heads...
The things I've seen in life will make you choke by suprise Like an aborted fetus in a jar that opened it's eyes Provoking my demise, I'll leave your spirit broken inside Like the feeling of 50 million people hoping you'd die And niggaz wonder why my heary is filled of hatred an anger Cause some bitch killed my first born song with a coat hanger I strangled out the pain until my soul was empty was cold Crippled and worthless, so I thought that it could never be sold My mother told me that placing my faith in God was the answer But then I hated God cause he gave my mother cancer Killing us slow like the Feds did to the Blank Panthers The genesis of genocide is like a Pagan religion Carefully hidden, woven into the holidays of a Christain I had a vision of nuclear holocaust on top of me And this is prophecy, the words that I speak from my lungs The severed head of John the Baptist speaking in tongues Like "Cheke vara" my soliloquies speak to a gun Paint in slow motion like trees that reach for the sun Nigga the preaching is done cause I don't got a DJ Like Reverond Run, I curse the life of any man who kills Benevolent ones, I never asked to be the messenger But I was chosen to speak the words of every African slave Dumped in the ocean, stolen by America Tortured, buried, and frozen written out of the history books Your children are holding, internally bleeding, cold blooded Stripped of emotion, I go through the motions, but there's no Life in my eyes, it's like I'm hooked up to a respirator Waiting to die, hooked up to the fucking chair Waiting to fry, sooth an electrocution currently used In my execution, producing thoughts at the speed of light Burning confusion, I'm loosing my sight, breathing is tight The evening is white, I made my peace with the Lord and now I Stand on his right.. WHAT? fire.. immortal technique
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In ya area.
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"You should cop a new vest, 'cuz if I got a tattoo
For ev'ry ni99a that passed there won't be room left And I'll be damned if I spend a afternoon stressed When my sex partner's 5'9" wit balloon breasts" -Lloyd Banks "Muthafuckin' Star"
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If you consider 4/20 a holiday, you probably smoke more crack than weed.
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New to RV
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Go ahead and grip glocks, I'll snap ya trigger finger in 6 spots
You'll have to liplock with hypodermic needles to lick shots I watch you topple flat, put away ya rings and holla back Can't freestyle? You screwed off the top like bottle caps Beneath the surface, I'm overheating your receiving circuits By unleashing deeper verses than preists speak in churches But your preach is worthless, your worship defeats the purpose Like President Bush taking bullets for the Secret Service Beyond what y'all fathom, shit on cats and jaw tap 'em Show no "cum-passion" like havin a strait-faced orgasm Tour jack him, have his half-a-ten bitch suck my friends dick In the mean time, you can French kiss this clenched fist Diabolic, a one-man brigade spreading Cancer Plague Fist-fucking a pussy's face holding a hand grenade So if I catch you bluffing, faggot, you less than nothing I just had to get this stress off my chest like breast reductions Its off a track called bonus on immortal techniques album. thats possibly the dopest verse I've ever heard |
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I have a lot to learn...
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Yeah i love that verse.. shits dope as hell..
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Better than you..
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Yo, yeah, yo
I leave the mic in body bags, my rap style has The force to leave you lost, like the tribe of Shabazz Murderous material, made by a madman It's the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man From the bad lands of the killer, rap fanatic Representing with the skill that's iller Dare to compare, get pierced just like an ear The zoo-we-do-wop-bop strictly hardware Armed and geared cause I just broke out the prison Charged by the system - for murdering the rhythm! Now, lo and behold, another deadly episode Bound to catch another fuckin charge when I explode Inspectah Deck....straight fire. Wu-Tang-Enough Said.
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Spit it from the heart, spit a thousand darts, split ya head apart…
Emcees depart, like rubin carter my hurricane left u scarred… Like a spiked bat grammatical bar, like a wonderland drug… Tumble - ing like a flagon of rum and 2 blunts, like the funk baby… |
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Flyweight
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"This chick needs to bless the crotch with the salt and vinegar, before I finish her because the scent is sorta sinister...or imma call a minister to do an exersism because it smells like something died inside her screwing mechanism"--Louis Logic
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