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  • #76
    pray, i wont delay ya lyrical death, lay u worse than the faces of meth
    my method ensures i dont break sweat at any fucking threath
    got ya diaper wet u facing debt, watch ya loosing battles in the net-
    worth shit next to nothing ya loose ya wife and ya life, wanna bet?
    when i kick it like this tell ya whole fanbase to just forget it
    they havent payed for ya tape but even to download they regret it
    are u upset? let me clear it and make u my perfect picture
    see im a guru now, high as fuck like my fucking life is the scripture
    throw u in a rap-ture, as my words cap-ture ya whole essence
    leaving u in convalescence or whatever u call ya adolescence
    my lyrical fists have u slitting ya wrists like evanescence
    essentially, i just make u really want to avoid my pre-sence
    u suffer the great penalty, get robbed given no time to flee the border
    fucked worse than robin givens with tax, its my "restraining order"

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    • #77
      right first off, a restrainin order wont help when u fuckin wit me
      ur marlin spike slash shank won be no use when fuckin wit me,
      u think that u got the street cred, jus coz u in the underworld buyin ki's?
      shut the fuck up, we all know u spend ur nights smokin weed, cryin tears
      u think u bad coz u beat me in the battle that is still not over, after all this time?
      i just think u a bit like dre.. getting hova to write all ya rhymes..
      ill let u just work that one out, just know something bushi, u cunt
      ill turn nasty, drop u, and then stand over u laughin like nelson muntz
      then ill video record u on the floor like the lil bitch u is, ill hit u kid,
      rob u, then send the tape to your place of work.. dishonor u.. karma of the shit u did?
      or is it just deja vu? me? im jus usin my intuition, ill send u missin hoe,
      swap u for madeline, but of course it wont be me... it'll be the NWO
      Bushi.until i get free says (22:15):
      the weed yeah
      Bushi.until i get free says (22:15):
      first it was fucking me up coz i was thinking deeper
      Bushi.until i get free says (22:15):
      but then was lik
      Bushi.until i get free says (22:15):
      oh a fucking octopus

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      • #78
        it'll be the NWO with hogan and nash pretending they fight in slow-mo
        i know u watched wrestling before, ur a fucking homo
        fucking with me fucking with me, is that ya superior skiller lyrically?
        honestly im iller than flu to sweat it again for another kid wannabe
        jump off my dick u see, i reach down low so u can feel closer to me
        bet on a bitch u plea, handicap flea, go disapear mysteriously like a bee

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        • #79
          like a bee I sting furiously
          and make ya heads ring, not like dre more like bruce lee
          hit u with lyrical slap back, and in fact black
          after all that, people will know that ya wack jack
          my nutsack, be pleased that you all over my jock right
          but get tight, then we can talk about a cock fight
          spurs open with the feathers down, head held to the sky
          you currs coping with the mongrels, i fight till i die
          Black eyes. Like a doll's eyes. When he comes at ya, he doesn't even seem to be livin'... until he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then... ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin
          Where blood has been shed the tree of forgiveness cannot grow

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          • #80
            I fight till I die, I spit up lofty rhymes like im high…
            Drop so heavy u cant toss me, leave em where they lye…
            You aint seen me cuz my swag is set turning day into night…
            You cant feel me cuz yur grasp is no further than yur sight…
            It’s monumental each time I take time to shine this light…
            Like a Honda rental I roll reckless n foreign each time I write…
            My crew is only me plus 2, and I aint ever even seen em dudes…
            But its death to these sucka mc’s each time a thread we cruise…
            Each head we bruise, each time we decide to shed these fools…

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            • #81
              each time we decide to shed these fools...we still provide them the tools
              use em as jewels, i sat thru many schools but never once i followed the rules
              ive been sat broken over many stools and still outwitted my class
              ive been the last, broke thru the glass pumping that gas making sure id pass
              ive made an ass of myself, and still i always turned the other cheek
              if you dont understand, love me for me not for what you seek
              i know the future holds bleak, thus i shriek the words that i speak
              the meek shall inherit ya clique, fall weak to desinformation at its peak
              above a critique, take a peek down the stream into a river of light
              the words that i write could never possibly describe its sight
              its like freezing a bird in mid flight, the details just pleasure the senses
              and its not like im teasing my might, my tales are defences on offences

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              • #82
                and its not like im teasing my might, my tales are defences on offences
                got fools trapped behind fences due to some government expenses
                i explore all the senses, above all the census i keep my third eye sight
                the white light is bright but like red i get thrown upon the city lights
                and dispite what i write, i stay tight, im the black and white knight
                hold thight while i ignite and incite, inviting u all to my last and final fight

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                • #83
                  my last and final fight, yall invited for what its worth
                  is to choke a nun for fun, then bury her in the the earth
                  cos my mind state is mental and detrimental to ya health
                  and the wealth of knowledge i learned from burned books is strictly fo self inflicting
                  deranged and strange pictures my thoughts are depicting
                  only existing to cause the blistering of skin
                  and the voices within, are telling me I really need to hurt you
                  desert you in the dust, after kicking ya face purple
                  and standing on ya windpipe, till your life starts to leave
                  and ya familys bereaved, now ask yaself, do you believe?
                  Black eyes. Like a doll's eyes. When he comes at ya, he doesn't even seem to be livin'... until he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then... ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin
                  Where blood has been shed the tree of forgiveness cannot grow

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                  • #84
                    do you believe? the wicked words i weave?
                    all u achieve is pain and large amounts of grief
                    up my sleeves i keep a sharp tool with a sharp tip
                    it will rip and pierce thru you like a microchip
                    dont sleep coz i got u under my all seeing eye
                    making sure i know all the bulshit u say is a lie
                    under the clear blue sky, ill paint the town red
                    lock ya doors and send ya children to bed
                    im swine flu fearmongering and death i spread it
                    u didnt believe when i said it, so now u read it
                    roll the credits, desinformation at a fast rate
                    the way i chew rhymes all u can really do, is hate

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                    • #85
                      the way i chew rhymes all u can really do, is hate the fact
                      that 2day, i ran through rhymes, im the big dog, you a small cat
                      and when it comes to pussy, i heard you ran the retail
                      and for 5 dollars a pop, you hand out the cam details
                      see im a veteran, you short time, and im a lifer
                      that why im better than yall, when it comes to the cypher
                      i wipe off more talent on the curtains when i cum
                      and yall done, i run this shit, now yall believe in number 1
                      Black eyes. Like a doll's eyes. When he comes at ya, he doesn't even seem to be livin'... until he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then... ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin
                      Where blood has been shed the tree of forgiveness cannot grow

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                      • #86
                        Believe in number 1, u a zero, that means u sit under ‘one’…
                        I never cum for fun, slew ya hero, left u in a slumber son…
                        Sleep deeply, while I rhyme off the top, black like streets be…
                        Bleek and creepy, my spits are endless like an abyss is deeply…
                        Even flows drop, thunderous blows hot, scorch like last summer’s heat…
                        Everyone knows I sprint around u lames for sport like fast runners feet…
                        I repeat, I run this cypher, this lyrical lounge so don’t ever get it twisted…
                        I’ll leave u open n boody like porn pussy, a virgin rapper who just got fisted…

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                        • #87
                          u just got fisted? u musta missed it, im sick enough to take ya lines and just twist it,
                          this is a flawless victory unassisted, chuck dirty never allows a coexistence,
                          off with his fuckin head there can be only one...
                          aliens never mesh with beasts in the glare of the midnight sun,
                          i been away a minute but let the record state...
                          I RUN THE CYPHER like lil mac punch out training for the heavyweight..**
                          my voice alone makes the levys shake, slurrin verbal earthquakes,
                          rumble like the sound that a 350 chevy makes, for heavens sakes..
                          i guess i might b, the new mike d, a beastie boy..
                          cuz when i step in i bring a bigger weapon and i get to beasting these boys,
                          the celph titled's and foy's, the stixx and young money boys,
                          all they do is annoy.. i give em one shot- then i seek n destroy,
                          seems the scenes weakening boys,
                          cuz i aint seen a muthafucka that can hold my pen since my first tournament boys..







                          **

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                          • #88
                            since my first tournament boys, been playing u like toys
                            stop making noise yall aint rappers U IZ decoys
                            run around the board but u cant run around my cypher'in
                            split u months apart in drops that u still decypherin
                            stop the cryin yall turning this into a BAAWW thread
                            stop tryin to be the next celph titled coz oh he is dead
                            u keep breaking bread, givin head from bed to bed stuy
                            U IZ the reason rappers and led go hand to hand high
                            hell yeah let them verbal bullets fly by in random order
                            fuck a tape recorder, U IZ too fly, u got mental disorder
                            i walk above the water where u drown in anxiety
                            hit u with variety, U IZ a clone, join the rest of society

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                            • #89
                              join the rest of society when you manage sobriety
                              and the anxiety you feel is from lack of variety
                              just the same ol same ol slack jawed, kinda look at me
                              pity faced nigga cos ma momma threw the book at me
                              and mad at the the world, cos of claims outlandish
                              you just mad, cos the whole world thinks you spanish
                              Black eyes. Like a doll's eyes. When he comes at ya, he doesn't even seem to be livin'... until he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then... ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin
                              Where blood has been shed the tree of forgiveness cannot grow

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                              • #90
                                ILL BUSS
                                I got to be proclaimin', its honestly amazin'
                                dudes will tell you shit but behind ya back its changin'
                                you improperly adjacent, so honor these arrangements
                                how im choppin g's its got to be the property of jason
                                slashin the face when a dude say shit
                                only thought after you dropped is 'you gay prick'
                                then u cant apologize cuz its too late kid
                                other rappers get rusty but my moves stay swift
                                and they just stay babblin, so u kno i had to win
                                make you choke like eminem in his first round of battlin'
                                move out the way like olympic throwers javelins'
                                or you leakin blood in the abdomen it stabbed it in
                                rattilin' like a gatlin these caps cave ya back in
                                A thief of activity dawg I take action
                                but the way my rap spins, makes a skinny back bend
                                they called on the assasin so im killin the track then

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