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on this net shit, my keystrokes is ted bundy
an i stay around death, cause killing these geeks is funny
no concept or path, high as hell reaching out for stars
cause i twist and mangle dudes like im a crashed car
runnin up into bars smashin on chicks with them pretty faces
stayin stoned as hell like an islamic disgrace
always comin in first place, live on the podium
cause MW2 ain't the only place i be pwning 'em
im like the salvation army an even my cleaning is clever
cause my wipe's kill and ima be freeing forever
Gray be like James Brown chillin in them old rolls
cause i don't need to get down everyone knows i got soul
aimin to make a symphony with instrumental wizardy
stainin the page physically, wakin ya brain mentally
you hear me lyrically givin you ten tenths of me
shakin ya body symmetry, breakin ya bio chemistry
phonetic dialect taken to the highest step
i get it then i invest, you spend it when signin the check
hot, un-foldable, speach box reloadable
detox and sober you, cleave, chop and open you
ninja master killas chillin up in your ceiling rafters
peelin rappers and holdin souls in spirit catchers
lyrics lackin the ill feelin, it's really bafflin
it makes wonder whats got em thinkin they really rappin
silly rabbits, trickin, to me this shit is practice
dirty habits, smoke sessions, & gettin plasterd
drinkin fast wit hopes of re-fillin their glasses
rollin backwards and alone on the road of disaster
they not copin, they runnin from the obligation
knowin, it gonna catch em in an awkward placement
so they avoid turnin to face it, shame hits
em in the face and blame hits below the waist
so it takes longer to flow with the faster pace
its like they have an ache that icy-hot can't erase
the type to start the fight will break
under the pressure, hundreds of stressors
love the agressors,
go to war with the ones that oppress ya
people act like povertys just an arrangement
how you gonna bitch about your world and do nothin to change it
its fuckin amazing, saying the systems takin your shit
cops makin you twitch, and you aint raisin a fist
basically its, the hypocrites way of sayin
i'll set the fire, try to put out the blazes
in and out consciousness in times of accomplishment
bring the viking horde into the village to demolish it
rapin and pillagin, and stealin your prominence
with force equivalent to comets hittin your continent
the sole bringer of fire inside a cold winter
what i deliver thru the wire is a bold scripture
it aint the bible, it's my own fixture
of tireless rhymes, divided inside the mixer
white liquor, stolichnaya, smokin fire
had to say i lacked respect for my sole providor
no choir to preach to, your rhymin is see-through
i'm five classes up, not the type thats beneath you
write for the people, for the rights of the people
and to moonlight the types that'll try to decieve you
cerebral, they feelin it in the cortex
verses so long they readin em in a sports-plex
i learned and absorbed from the best
so follow along, theres alot more to address...
im not a foreigner, less than a local,
effortless vocals, that are sure to perplex and provoke you
fly to the polar caps and back in only a snap
holdin a map, with a cape thrown over my back
blowin a sack of dro that was grown in iraq
throwin the facts at those who dont notice the rap
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runnin from life for years ive been sore
my mentors a galloping centaur
i sent whores to the back of the planet
when i walk my feets crackin the granite
every step that actually landed
i happen to damage every molecule
fallin tools will sever all you fools
im callin mules to carry my stash
im scary still im buried in ash
green fairys in a glass for my consumption
my veins are pumpin slowly clumpin
dumpin somethin in a dungeon
im runnin still but lifes caught up
everyday my wifes bought nut
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runnin from life for years ive been sore
my mentors a galloping centaur
i sent whores to the back of the planet
when i walk my feets crackin the granite
every step that actually landed
i happen to damage every molecule
fallin tools will sever all you fools
im callin mules to carry my stash
im scary still im buried in ash
green fairys in a glass for my consumption
my veins are pumpin slowly clumpin
dumpin somethin in a dungeon
im runnin still but lifes caught up
everyday my wifes bought nut
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i am a man with nothin to prove what could i suffer to lose
when my pride's aready died and i'm bludgeoned and bruised
rushin my moves but there's somethin heavy up in my shoes
stuck in this groove like i fell in and was covered with glue
nothin to do... but continue meaning nothing to you
singly a crew of a person with the drive of a mule who's mind is a tool
but youre blind to my grind so you eye like a fool
but that eye is my Integrity-makes me bold-gives me weaponry
leaves you sufferin on ya knees like you diseased from some leprosy
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holy fuck edison, maybe drop a open mic?
i question the essence of some of the lame's testin
cause i be droppin lesson's my pointer? a smith a wesson
loadin a full clip to equip my attack on the pulpit
no bullshit, i be bustin shot's at them culprits
them lying lames that are trying to bust game
i'll claim fame while my pointer will muster a flame
to braise these homo thugs that act tough but never be backin it up
behind a keyboard or screen and all the while they just actin it up
these myspace, facebook, twitter bullshit talking gangsters
that'll get wrapped up if they ever were caught talkin to strangers
they real anxious... sweating bullets out of they head
but were never dangerous actin like they wana be dead
posin like they fuckin with crime they ain't gettin none of my time
& they can stay broke cause i ain't payin them no mind
Yeah, I am awake... rhyming, fuck a line in a cake...
I'm trying create, the pastry right inside the bakery...
You're fake ta' me... most are, n' approach accordingly...
But none of em' wanna war wit me EVA... let me say it again...
My brain n' this pen are one in this same...
Synonymous to ta' common sense that runs in my veins
My blood line does marathons I pump acid like battery
wit' alkaline fluids going up my heart and anatomy...
You're helium air compounds floating up wit no gravity
n need to be tied down... you're seeing me rhyme
Believe it, a meaningful mind - I'll be seated beside style.
These kids old news with the pro tools flipping the page...
Nicolas Cage fire when I'm gripping ta' gauge
wit' meticulous rage... shooting any secular humanist.
Who wants to view this shit as some sort of Anti-Christ movement... bitch
I believe-in the man.. and even, dreaming I can...
reach for the heavens... through the dark skies... just as soon as that spark flies.
That's a testament.. you can look where my heart lies.
Melatonin energy about as high as Marley's recording.
And I hardly perform in a manner any more than my grammar
Goes to war wit' raps dim-witted heavily dumb-in it down..
But I'm coming in now... breaking the bias.
Take my place in the highest graces ever placed into mine, it's
An honor to be honored, to me honor is like recognition
based on a local success - any folk can address...
I've been dope with the text.. crushed many in a window of time.
Cocaine habit for a dentist... I've been fill-in, in lines.
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prestige leagued g supreme being frees beast
wreck beats impress freaks disrespect police
stop ya chests beat drop ya off on a street
destroy whole fleets dropping all my enemies
propaganda breeds deceit son i serve defeat
lyrically so heavenly when i spit ya perishing
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Flip rhymes like chemistry, write lines like symmetry
Chains like protein for the beat nutritionally
Deoxyribonucleic acid manifests my abilities
De-moxie rivals like a Gaelic bastard, my proclivity
Simply eclipse the industry with groundbreaking imagery
Speak visually like God, play with words rhythmically
Don't ask about me, most think that I'm mythology
My chronology sounds too much like gemology
Diamond in a rough genealogy, but I need no apologies
Saying I'm a monster is honestly speaking modestly
They'll try to silence me, hate on my audacity
Because I easily see through the establishments opacity
Sometimes I'll state it nastily, other's, matter-of-factly
Either way, it causes some to attack me, I embrace it happily
Haters don't feed me, but they grant my name gravity
So, listen to the prophet, I'll even predict catastrophe
But my warnings never seem to affect the resulting casualties
Last edited by Eko Ren; September 30th, 2010 at 01:30 AM Reason: Correct lines 2 & 3.
Originally Posted by Edison Av
Now that's talent sorry to distrub you all from you cypher or whatever edisonreal talk........
..:Swagged Up Off My Gangsta Chain:..
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ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhohhhhhhhhhhhh that's gangsta
..:Swagged Up Off My Gangsta Chain:..
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the drunken writer in need of a blunt & lighter
once a fighter, reduced to a tired version
of a person he aspired to be in a life prior
or so it seems, a hope & dream retired
left the to choir to decide upon & conspire
hung jury, crowd of one with enough fury
to equal a hundred of peoples assumptions
that the reaper is comin becuz he sees em,
and the evil above and below em,
demons in front of him, preists run from him
he keeps stumblin & stumblin
wonderin how remain humble &
hustle his way back to the up & up again
hands cuppin em, thinkin he's prayin to nothin again
just an adjustment,
brain corrupted, thoughts abducted, loss of substance
another day the life of the dead
another night with the type of regret
that feels like a knife in the head
it's like the key to the box is inside of the box
but why is it locked?
a paradox, the hands of the clock
movin in 3 dimensions, in animated suspension
travellin pilgrim with hazardous symptoms
alienated wisdom and patterns clash in the nervous system
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Now that's talent sorry to distrub you all from you cypher or whatever edison
hey i appreciate that, but i gotta admit it's hard to take you seriously when you have the word "talent" next to a pic of talent's polar opposite
edit: sry for the freepost, wasn't paying attention
Last edited by Edison Av; September 30th, 2010 at 07:42 AM
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I'm doing nothing but procrastinating
I'd consider pretty much time wasting
Rambling and rapping random shit
While my brain degenerates bit by bit
Living by the motto carpe diem
Chillin instead of recording albums
Expressing my boredom through boredom itself
While looking at a book-less book shelf
Studying seems like a load of crap
When you can just flunk the test and then take a nap
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