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| Phenom | Kingz | Dabatos | TonySelf | Tha Q | Half Breed | Tito | 7th End | RV Radio  |
06-23-05, 05:42 AM
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Fuckin' Spittin...Multi Assassin
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Links: 1: http://community.rapverse.com/showt...d=1#post2234357 2: http://community.rapverse.com/showt...d=1#post2234368 Verse: Blades and horses spitting flames and torches; my brain just forces pain and torment// Inhumane forces of rain in portions; remained forlorn since been raised an orphan// Spitting to dames aiming for fame and fortune; I blaze the swordsman into sources// I graze my face upon your child’s brain and have it framed in his gaze for days// My corpse is laid astray by the corpses; when you walk towards it my torso forms flips// Spitting spore clips sporadic until your faces’ deformed fit is inserted into four clips// My source is a solar eclipse for damage; my boulder can split shoulders for habit// Grabbing mics so when you hold it my faces swollen with madness; chosen a bandit// I scrimmage a savage; livid and timid when I rip it I’m magic; glyphic image is tragic// Splitting britches causing stitches when my fist inches towards your face; split it// Your midget stance is dramatic when my swift kicks hit your chest and I crack it// Your cricket voice makes a rigid noise so my wicked ploys employ different weapons// A void in a sentence; every second my choice is to be deployed to heaven; reppin’// Steppin’ and runnin’ this shit; makin’ fun of your bitch; I’m too rugged and sick// Pullin’ pins; chuck it and jet; leaving your fuckin’ husbands upset; drug it and wreck// For all who love it or check; too tough or intense; my crews tougher than friends// Too bad it only consists of me; consistently; my news flash of flues bash your doom// Chance; I rip scriptures deep; even my pictures bleep; fuck bitch and shit you geek// My rips split your cheek to speak it tongue in cheek; no neat freak but arachnid// Spinning my web of entrapment when I rep it and rap it; let alone practice; alone// In my home it’s a habit; you choke when you grab the phone by your parents// You dope get embarrassed; all the hype you know was home grown; you don’t flow// How can I really go; you ain’t a challenge; I spit ballads of malice in color palettes// Pens and paper; lens and lasers viewing me ascend as savior than descended to danger// I was sent to waver all with revenge and anger; every now and than I wager wars// Straight blaze a paper like lighting up; lightning struck when the mic and I touched// I’m curious George with furious swords; taking MCs source and bury in hoards// You barely resource; burning my merits when you compare it to yours; in comparison// I’m the one who inherited all and isn’t willing to share it with ya’ll when I brawl// You stare and you stall with the glares as your jaws hit the walls when I punch it// I punch in and never punch out; with a shadow of doubt; I battle it out; gallows about// Marrow leaks out as you hemorrhage like a spilt beverage; my mic hilt puts the mind in// Mayan symmetry enters the rippling; crippling domain of my flows membrane// Playing head games until my led name has etched flames in stones and manes your face// You walk passed my place as you gaze amazed; refrain from any vague slang you say// While ya’ll don’t know my name like Common or Masta Ace; uncommon decapitate// Sovereign with bats and shanks; wonder and awe slicing the tall into halves and eighths// Appalled at the masquerade and all the things I saw like movies with actors crazed// They have to patch your face from all the hacks I slashed away; we don’t battle// We happen to play & those who can’t stand or relate get deaded with words that I spray// |
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