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damn ya crew/
i'll damage whoever want static/
go ahead and kick it off-i'll clip em off like blunt ashes/
try to stunt,faggot-i dont need to try and bag a floozy/
i'ma slut magnet- thats why ya girls attracted to me/
you pack a uzi....vert
while i pack a kool G fashion gucci-bastard, sue me/
my life is like an action movie if you wanna know how i do/
walked into a label strapped to a bomb if you wanna know how i blew/
how bout you?/
ticking a way away sent my hope
you cant cope.. wett behind ear so fetch soap
in the scope of thing .. i bring pain
you slayed slain.. i'm here to revive, so stay alive
a live wire much higher than you'll ever go
everlast .. everist and the cleverest wit spits
who won dis
dropping drops, dropping bombs,
the ish i'm on, rings alarms
t0o much to dish, too much to hate
hate aint good, good am i
too fly for guys, women kno aswell
but all yall wack rappers can go to hell
Damn, finally.
I am back on the page.
Damn actors wanna act? Then you can access a stage.
Let's get some back light on that jack ass, set his passion ablaze...
It's no wonder these gullible cats are amazed
I mean, the fuck is going on here?
It's like they're having a mattress sale.
Y'all cats done flipped off, hit your back and failed. Thinking that's a deal.
Had your day in court, and this is your last appeal.
Pussy ass rappers are gay, trying to scratch the reel.
Too bad this is an action film. I'm sorry to say...
Old school Atari display, the way the bars are portrayed.
It got that... Pixels look. Official, dropping a missile
over your sitting soldiers. This is over, mister so pic a poster
and shut it! Beloved. Like a Loaded Lux diss track.
And I'm bringing the Arsenal if your shit's whack.
BANG BANG on your bitch's crack.
Then I'm flipping that over on the other side, just so that she can lick the sack.
Ugh, Deflate Gate shit... wow, she's good in the corners.
And she's a Drunk 5/10... I didn't look at her sober.
Tell er' it's good to come over after I get a hit...
Cause you look like a poser and it was only right she gets a look at this boner.
Make er' suck it through the boxers - SHE HAS TO WORK FOR IT.
Then I drop em' drawers and go BERSERK and shit!!
She's like "Ugh... yeah. I gotta go".
And I'm like, "Before you do"...
Surprise her with that NUT... Then be like, "Here, I'll get the door for you"
Shit. I'm such a nice guy, huh. Psyche, I lied. Faggot.
Now that's a wall I wouldn't mind tagging!
Yeah, I'm BRAGGING.
Imagine Mariah Carey's performance... over the last decade...
That's her ASS, essay. If that pussy was a week?
It wouldn't make it past Wednesday, and the week would start Tuesday night.
She's more loose than the caption that says
"Based on True Events", during Movie night.
Ok, enough about your girl, DOG. Now it's about ME.
And how I be when it comes to dropping a thousand keys..
They be jingling, baby. So you should bow your knees.
Fashionista, I do this style with ease.
Watch the sound increase, the decibels peak, like...
Your stupid ass couldn't play Hide-N-Seek right!
You fucking shit eater. You'll get hit with a big heater
Thrown from the balcony, then die faster than stinkmeaner.
I take her pussy and fill the hole up
like sink cleaner, I ain't rinse EITHER.
Ugh, "That's nasty" ... say it like Cleveland Brown when I beat it down.
Oddfuture, are we EVEN now.
Got Mr.Clean giving me the Crown.
Taking you squares whenever WE AROUND.
Mayweather - I'm a tactician. I'm not a rapper.
Y'all saw the chapter, end of the discussion
THERE'S NO TALKING AFTER!
Drop an Aftershock that'll rock Dizaster.
I'll put the fear of god in your faster than robbing your pastor.
doesn't matter. call it God's wrath; A...
penance for the penalties pedaled each day
robbing God's children blind, claiming tiding or collection plate
infecting fate...
by way of perfected phrase.
fables and fibs. not that i don't believe in a Savior, its...
just that...for the most part, its the shading thats hidden
within history's pages; Sickening
holy war; ironic emblazment
swastika, black fist in a battle of estrange scripts
so i sit back and evaluate this strange trip.
the evolutionary journey from Eden to the days spent
denial. co cabana. Swinging hammock as the waves shifts
ocean breeze holding me captive
an active Hawaiian goddess serves me pino from her great tits
wait...where am i going with this tangent?
plotting points...man that tan skin...
grass skirts flirting with my man's pit
damn! SHIT!
your life is over i'l write your death sentence
1 in'' penises dont look write didnt it
flat tires on cars ... has you seeing stars
banked money miss just aint right isnt it
still flats.. still just try an dri..
bet u'll treat the next person nice saying
hurry up and buy.
ah the sultry lullaby - simply a tactic of divide and conquer
a cobra charmer. disarm them then watch the violence wander
blood travel. a fork in the carotid artery
sampling my name in vain - i'll repeat the violent wonder
possibly. a man of drifting apostrophe
ownership - golden ship set sailing along the darkest sea
perhaps our purpose is earnest; leave a mark then flee
material gain or a "name"? fuck it, mang, i'll go with option three
transcending two dimensional plane and talk with leaves
conversating with ghosts -
good time. kiss the game goodbye with a Style unique
maybe that's our destiny. to rile the beast.
a dungeon dragon awoken through tribal quest
let the bongos roll. head nodding as the iron press
prodding a label. am i able? i hope the answer's yes
in this concrete jungle gym, i aim the highest stretch
this is fun to me. used to wanna be a rapper. YES!
but the butterfly in the pit assured me...it won't happen. NEXT!
so now i write in jest. writing just to spark an excitement.
blessed.
despite a shortsighted, or rather shortcoming,
i still hear the bongo drum and feel the dragon's breath.
spit fire muhfuckas!
In which I will.
Fists break through their freaking grill.
George Foreman's surprised, I tell em' to get a shield.
Forever skilled, marksman for hire.
The bars of desire parlay into the punch once the target's acquired.
Kill shot. For real, it's still hot.
I slowly anticipate when I build thought, and show you
the show, minus the film prop.
My subject matter is quite disturbing.
But there's more to see behind the curtain to see into this mind, for certain.
Asylum/circus. I find the purpose to tying lines
behind the design they worship. But why is it worth it?
Theory of pattern, but the timing is perfect.
Metronome's after metronomes.
See the body left alone, I snatched it away from these wretched clones.
I don't give a fuck what step they're on.
Superhero or kryptonite - they get left to Zod..
Expecting God to come out of the clouds, well,
read the the highly exalted once you step to these
message logs the second these journalists go to check their blogs.
That's real theory. Real scary.
My pencil's instilled, suspenseful, fulfilled the potential
the mental will wield.
So closed case, homie. Judge and Jury.
Fire and fury, throw the nail in the coffin at the time they're buried.
Look, rage or not? I engage the spot.
The very moment that the page is unlocked.
I play with the thought of saying a lot of
hype shit that will get you to jump from your chair...
But I find I do a lot better when I don't got something prepared.
Thus, the key shit.
I open the doors. With a talent much doper than yours.
It's the matrix, you can go to the source.
The source code, that Architect
morse code , in the building with all of the doors closed.
Each one has something significant inside...
I mean, it's a alive.
But it's funkier than staging the reactions
on Pimping My Ride.
The messenger, pressing your skull against the medium
until the indentations big enough
To put both of my middle fingers up...
I just think of stuff... this ink's like
Link in the Legend of Zelda, which is fucked...
I'm waiting for the manuscript the buffer still.
It's a timely occasion. My mind's an oasis
fit inside of the graces for the highest,
no defying these paces.
Goliath is trying to pry both of your irises
out the side of its bases. They can't try to erase this.
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Originally Posted by ...Celph Taut
Word ^ with the glasses on.
There's been so many opportunities that I've passed along.
But never has there been a time I said that was wrong.
Cause quite frankly? I don't care what the masses think.
I slayed pussy before cats could blink.
That's a mere testament of the bibles I drop, they walk into Gods wrath
And feel more religious the very minute they "cross" paths.
Not of a secular fate, I'm walking, the lost staff'
Wanderers paying me mind, I'm fine, if they got cash...
Hand in your pockets - that's Malcolm X...
I make your girl do a Dhalsim stretch, 'till my balls get wet.
She saw the sweats, n' pulled em off faster than
E.Honda gets ... during a battle, I got these words down, clown - vertical scrabble.
Y'all better learn that you're cattle, and nothing more.
I'm hunting, no Ethan's name. Once you see the flame, you know he's game.
And there is no way that we will be the same.
Devils Advocate, rocking a Jesus chain.
So you know that he's fly, see the sky when he leaves the plane.
Man, it's been tactical. Y'all been practical.
Y'all have to go, blowing y'all spot minus the access code.
Shit on rappers, tho. It don't mean nuttin'.
Keep y'all ass to the back, n' act like you be fronting.
Jackie Chan in this bitch, the flicks we just be stunting...
On my Leonidas, the brightest rolling wit' 3 hunnid.
See, fugget. I'm getting my chicken, n' there's
no thinking these litle simps are fucking wit' these nuggets!!!
from this position i only hear fakes/
so much infact -my ear aches/
i hold up my sack cuz i know i will blow up with plaques/
the fans'll show up in packs so when they go nuts, relax/
im the cash cow- and im open for buisness/
plus we going that last mile- goin' the distance/
they wonder how i flow like i do- oh- u know its persistence, ok?/
throwing low blows in the clenches only from inches away/
chasing myself but i'm so fatigued now/
breathin' heavy/
how can you prepare to be even ready for a deadly G who swings a clean machette/
Ayo breaching the levy
Flood thoughts. I know a arc; crescent blade to the face
Pray to god. Don't test me!
Acknowledge the best. Seek the shades
If u feel like kicking dirt on the name.
Let's get dirty
Nah, lavish living - trapped in music
it’s that...nasty cat from massachusetts
smashing crews - don’t give a fuck my stats’ll prove it
mastering mathematics and fracturing views
a beautiful mind defining raw logic and reason
proofs and design, truth and thought process deepens
cavernous, dark, gathered spark honesty creepin
pen to pad, pedal to medal haul it to speed
and honestly, i’m a man of little words i don’t hate
and guarantees are the base for conflicts and star gaze
dark shade honor those sleeping with ball chains
take the promise out of compromise, leave with a com state
it’s on my ninja - we can take to the street
kick to the curb - recall image of american history
x-mark the spot blocking your vision and breathe
the sniper rifle essence presence likely living in me
i'm feelin the breeze like its talkin to me/
a silent language spoke where angels float/
slanging quotes in slang got you breathless like strangled throats/
mental pain haunts me - i'm awfully tired/
i was once ambitious but now i've lost all desire/
heart was all crossed in wire- tossed in fire/
maybe i'll great death with open arms and a smile/
if you dont feel the same way your hearts in denial/
i know it starts with a vow given the hardships/
if you can sum up your art in a style then how do you live as an artist/
happiness is forbidden imprisoned in darkness/
plz pardon the rhymes/
i now exist in the hardest of times/
emotionally constipated- tears too old to pass thru/
easy to see the issues here in a crystal clear glass view/
word, for me...
i just meditate and let it pass through
tell myself "enjoy the last laugh...
'cause it might just be THE last laugh.
Entomb...by glass ceilings
i do, however, enjoy the vast views. that cracked visions
kaleidoscopic trap. spinning.
A sad rhythm, no?
motion, an intrinsic entropic energy
mass no longer matter; wrapped in cloaks of empty dreams
hope, an empty scene.
bent steels. broken chains,
rustic film slides of molded memories
golden, no longer. now, ghosts would tend to me
along the river bend, the voice of charlie and joan
we were tender teens, arguing who can "hold our breath longest the most"
little regards for linguistics but i still kept them close...
still do. mental mementos; moments etched in stone.
three hand prints. wee things - me, charlie and joan.
guess what muhfucka....i'm charlie and joan!
lull them to a sense of comfort then i lock and load
watch the clock explode
time bomb. rhyme strong
time to off these foes
you shock yet, hoe?
cyph alum on some other shit; violent street prose
smile in street close. hoodies and timbs
stay elusive in dim alley while lighting up street shows
turn comedies to tragedy...
tragedy to peep shows
reggie noble nihilist,
put a hole through the chest to see who's next
Yo lemme hop on this cypher, right after last-dude
Rap game lifer, serving lines like it's fast-food
Got this shit in my veins like it's blocking up my artery
Etched in my brains it'll always be a part-of-me
Aint hard-to-see that it'll always be at the heart-of-me
Whether I'm rags to riches or stuck in this poverty...