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Determination leads my path to a given victory.
Synergy obtained by flowing babble to a withered tree.
Each day i improve no more weed used to focus.
Emptying a clip bullets buzzing like a swarm of locusts.
Every ear gets a taste or eyes since now i wrote this.
I'm blowing a spot like a magician with some hocus pocus.
Killing trees like a termite just to write my rhymes.
Exposing myself to a side of life the life of crime.
yo, this life of mine, pushed around and blind to minds
til' i discovered writing rhymes, but only made a thinner line
to walk and by the time it was winter time, a sinners kind
win or die. spinning my webs and killing for respect
a villian, chopping and blood spilling- from the necks
of those filled with neglect, spitting venom and chilling- but had to protect
myself.. killed a man and tasted the blood.. wrecked myself
a total mess in these webs but it helps, when stressed and no wealth
and lyrics came to my rescue, the depression melts
lyrics felt like belts whipped with aggression, leaving welts
My speaker melts from heat, so I breathe myself
Ya femur felt diseases, you need some help
I'm eatin whelps with cheese, sendin ceizures dealt
I been betrayed, so now I know how Caesar felt
Dreams of Hell, who comin to drop lyrical napalm
I pray long, I stay physical, stay strong
So if you play wrong the A-R make ya face gone
The chase on, hey, I'm crackin skullz like acorns
yo, i'm like a pissed off Jesus, i'm the new hot form
make you wish you were not born, then leave the spot torn
my damage like a rock storm, put the mic down
i'm sick like vaginal blood farts, i'm hyped now
i'm sweet as 99 bananas, white t and bandanas
got more juelz then santana, stay cool with my hammer
Break fools when I damage, take tools to ya cabbage
Poyzin goin hard, take two, Im a savage
But I skate thru an bake dudes in my oven mitts
So, play cool mistake you for that other bitch
An ya brotha snitch, take jewels from ya mothers clit
So make moves you fake dudes say a buncha shit
I aint hearin nothin, you walkin because Im runnin this
so many times that i have created a fuckin mess.
wit nothin left just one less breath.
with in the depths of this chest....
I - don't understand why you always gotta be that fuckin right.
so you just talk your trash claim you're runnin this, like you're some kinda thug.
or gangsta that carries them guns ad drugs pimp in the flesh, you fuckin goof.
fruit, faggot, little bitch ass motha fucka that real, and you keep repeatin and repeatin.
you're a thugged out gangsta pimp til you believe it, so close your eyes and pretend again.
that your skin isn't as thin as the skin your in bitch...
Misinterpretation is the ammo for regret,
Regret is cured by pills, they forget,
The tragedy that has been implemen-
ted into their life, it'll never relent,
It'll sit like shite, then cement,
The idea that they have already spent,
Oh dear, they just fell over the fence,
You've gone from innocence, to a full blown vet-
-eran of drugs and unprotected sex,
My flows my biceps, i'ma flex,
Then i'ma move back to my triceps,
Keep this shit movin', own the Cypher!
What the fuck Im zoning with rifles/
Lyrical holes in ya idols, so Im approachin the cypher/
We goin bozo from prices risin commotion from pipers/
Fiddlin lies, killin tyme with a ocean osiris/
Promoting the virus, Im holding the quotients of motive, im alone wit a lighter/
but Im ill, bitch; im sicker than pill-trips/
hit the killswitch, trigger-sticking em with a steel kiss/
Put it thru ya dome it hit home like a drill-bit/
So you betta chill kid, fore you catch the acid ruger/
Nasty do ya a lil bit, im blasting thru ya/
Who want it boy I smash medulas/
Sit back an laugh at the wack shit you mass producing/
shakeblunt is back with a vengance i got the drop on all you fools,
my record is just an example my pad and pen are my tools,
im toning up and bringin those punches that come with precision,
cuttin emcees in half the votes wont have any split decision,
and like my sig "i am the future" just like barrack obama,
ill take at shot at the one above me just to bring the drama,
your weak rhyme scheme is like a runnon sentence without a comma,
the only pink hat i wear is the one that goes inside yo momma,
Who the fuck this boy shakeblunt?
Honestly Im wondering you rappin like a fake cunt
So you wanna talk shit well I bat your ball kid
Fuck boy spark lips get slapped in ya jaw bitch
I murder your shit easily, you heard from ya chick recently?
She wanna jerk my dick so she serving my clic feastin free
Nigga you aint as beast as me, lookin like you from easy street
A greasy freak wit pimples, an bitches tell me ya weenie stinks
You aint the future of shit, boy.
I dont Eat with Beasts...Im the type to Freeze the Beef-
and let the kids Bleed ta Reach a Piece of acknowledgment..
A Leech into Columnist..Colonizing a Breech into akwardness,
Seeking a piece of the honor, offered by The Machine and its occupants..
Im not so Keen on the Offer Kids,and never Peeped under a Coffers Lid
But to repeat what I almost did......Would be the perfect image of you...
Yall can keep up with the jones's glitz, an I know yer spit, a clone an mix-
of the oldest shit that could be rolled then fliped... then written as true...
Ya think this bit is at you? That is just proof what yer kickin is loose
when yer Hittin the booth with a Sig in one hand and an affliction to violence..
I can depict you some Violins, but to pilot them takes an addition to admire them.
Because your entire Realm is based on the function to evolve and aquire them..
wake up amityville, pillow red with his mind in his bed
the cause of action blow his brains out 4 da shit dat he said
my soul is tuff born, never will be untorned so feel me
im pooring rimey there isnt a thorn in me
i dnt fuck wit hoe who r usually unfriendly
who try 2 G me cuz of my own n-v
**choking**
check it check check it.....
... puts mic down and runs
im not the one u wanna fuck with
im sick like theres aids on my dick
but naw theres not
its just u whos on it
slobbin
i poke ya throat till ya vommit
I'm a savaging man in a staggering van
up front is a battering ram
to help while I run ova fools and roll and roll back
then I go, drag on balls and trunks like bojack
I'd hope ya bones last or I just broke ya whole back
you bro's are so wack, you get blown up or blown back
like pictures taken from kodak
I'll always be eminent forever like eminem's song infinite
I'm bout to fuck up ya life...take ya innocence
like the first time a dicks in it
untl I'm ready to end and finish it