Mind Tricks As I Sit Here Without A Clue
Never Consume Your Feelings Inside Of You
Originality Is One Of The Most Important Things You Need
Pple Discuss The Fuss Of This Mysterious Plead
Qualifying In The Race Is More Important Than A Win
Reality Is A Life Cycle Of The Average Man
Last edited by Hybrid Echo; December 30th, 2003 at 04:50 AM
Startz with a ˘ykle of a kompleat mind fuked
Tenden˘es korrupt az life bekomz hushed
Understandingz of how it all started
Vertikle with your body feelin parted
Wonderin waz goin on, but iz all juz begun
Xip it an run... now pull da trigga to da gun
neva mind what the rest of them said listen to this.........
orange hairs stay in my dro u got a dutch im ready to blow...........
police hate me cuz lock me up, din im right back out makin tha doe.......
quarters, halfs, pounds, i got what ever u want.....
remember u get u the most cash at the first of the month...
snithches neva live they always die by the gun...............
The time for u muthafuckas to sleep,
U hated on the Kid, now drown in the ocean deep,
Votexed from whore's sex got me stuck in a daze,
Why did u peek your head out from behind the shades,
X marks the fuckin spot. and its stuck on ya head,
Young niggas runnin they mouth is what got his shirt red.
Holla at em
Zig Zaggin Through Weak Cats Blacks
Appearnetly None Of Yall Know Most Of You Wack
Back..Yeah Its Left Cracks With Cracks And Huger Cracks
Cats Think Im Wack Then Then I Leave They Head Sacked
Definately Rippin Kids..Demolishing Inner Organs
Em Bitches jealous..Cuz Decimal Rockin Sicker Jordans
Flesh Tearin Chests Till they Heart Reps what i Stress
Get wit tha Pest Deliberately Invest To Persue Tha Rest
Having Fun at tha same time Working hard on tha Job
In this Rap Game Seperating tha Tha Real from tha Blobs
Jab-at-slobs i murder bitches, u call urself a hunter but u out stabbin-logs
Kan-i-lose, nah my punches lay ya flat just so i can stand-on-ya-bruise
Launchin-a-rocket, i send ya to outer space, im invincible, everyones boxin-but-no-one-can-top-it
Mental-tricks, i fuck wit ur mind, u call this a dentist office, but since when did dental-involve-dicks
Now yall-sit, this is my second to last-line, to many wankstas here, u act tough but ur mom calls a lil past-nine
originiate-from-this-side its all about the west, u talk mad shit, but me alone will abliterate-any-other-side
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Pumps stuck in the back of the trunk i'll pull nigga
Quicker but can't deliver you know that my shit is bigga
Ready to make a million and ready to be a killa
So stop all ya hatin bitch when ya know my lyrics is illa
Time for you take a seat cause bullets are about to sliva
Unanimous decisions helped me decide to pull the trigga
Veryfying At The Things You Saw
Well Kept Silence With A Wired Jaw
X-Rays See Whats Under Your Skin
Yet There Are No Bones So Whats Within
Zeppelins Fly High Above The Sky
Artistic Emcees Have More Than What Meets The Eye
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Boldly blastin rancid rappers with my everlastin rhythmical rhapsody
Cats coldly clashin my style, my fashion is straight superlative blaspheme
Dormant intellectual power creates cower an panic though manic depressin
Enthusiastic static obsessions are stunnin no shunnin or manic suppresin
Feel me like velvet, 'cause I'm that smooth kid
Gonna battle you epically like I was El Cid
Hold up, I'm a lover not a fighter ask you bitch son
I got so many style it's hard to pick which one
Just like Enigma I'ma crack this cypher
Kick it so hard you swear Biggie was my ghost writer
Longin to kill as i pursue my victim
Massive explotions missed but nicked um
Nowhere ta run i trap clowns on the floor
Over done time ta head for the mourge
Pussies in da game get played like bitches
Queers on the other hand get layed in ditches
Last edited by Dialect OTYP; January 3rd, 2004 at 01:43 PM
A lethal weapon is what I'm considered to be
Because I'll merk you, leave you lyin dead in the street
C'mon You cant see and neither can ya boys
Destroy you bitches like some fuckin androids
Either you back down, or clapped down
Fool I aint playin, you see ya boys hit the ground
Gimmie a beat and I'll assassinate you lyrically
Half and hour you and ya mans wanna spit wit me
I can gih you six million ways to leave earth
Just choose one, and me and my mans'll show what its worth
Kindly ask you outta ya ride
Last niggih I asked got miss placed outside
More than three dozen killahz on the creep
No tims or fitted hats just army fatigue
Oh my god, i wanna go on, but I'll save the rest, so holla so long.
Please believe, i'll kill myself to kill you
Quaran shit, I'll leave you black and blue
Red-up and stabbed up, in dan-ger-ous
Slip the key into the ignition and crush you to bloody dust
Try to battle me? Man you must be crazy
Unless you're Em or Nas, you sure as hell can't play me
Venom is what i spit im so sick i can be cured/
When i unleash my anger all you pussies purr/
X-mas just past but i still dont give any mercy/
Yawning at people who step to me,aint worthy/
Ziggin and zaggin past these half ass rappers/
And puttin there shit back where they belong,crappers/
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