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Oct 5, 2003
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I'm sad with lyrics glad/
I rhyme mad with phrases rad/
Demented I am, but cemented in place/
I try to run and move, but I can't even pace/
I try to be resillient to this mace, people brace with their hands, and direct at my face/
I am rocking this rap world with grace/
Beating weak rappers that weak as lace/
One pull, and they are full/
Nothing I can't handle/
No lyricists that I can't dismember, n' dismantle/
I'm a mantis with a diss that could eviscerate your energy/
Make you low-down n' dirty, thirty years old/
With no woman, living out in the cold/
Living out of a paper-bag, hair on your heads nothing but knots and shag/
Who's next to spit with their head/
Spit shit so heavy, it's knocking over this levy, and sinking water like lead/
Words taking over the flow, like a fungus, aching to contaminate and grow/
This is my show/
Now let your cerebral cortex blow like plexi-glass,
when a quarter-back has just fumbled an explosive pass/
Overwhelm your opponents and tell em their ass is grass/
Let's smoke our green, out of your pocket only a joint should be seen/

Next Word: encrypt
 
Oct 5, 2003
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Word (Encrypt)

these words on this page I'm going to encrypt
Plotting what's next according to script
getting ripped by disses that waiver
as if I have just been ripped by an unconcious enslaver
so what If I'm a chronic and weed is my favourite tonic
I'm a craver!
Just write a verse like a source of syllables
with symbols surrounding constantly pounding
head beating while the minds left retreating!
maybe I should take my seating
so spill some shit
what have ya got ta loose from it?

Next Word: assault
 
May 21, 2002
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i assault bruise and batter-emcees//
i'll leave ya alone after i gather-10-g's//
gimme tha money or lose-ya-life//
my flows be 'shittin' on tha 'pooh'-ya-write//
whos-tha-hype wonder man spitten-it-sicc//
bring him ta me guarentee i rip-em-ta-bits//
give-em-tha-tip of my tongue-ta-crush-em//
he leave wit no esteem and one-concusion//
i'd love-ta-punch-em and beat-his-ass//
but this tha net so i'll never meet-his-ass//
so fuck this i speak-this-rap ta act as a fist and his cheek-i'll-tap//
watch him drop jus like i dropped-this-verse//
beat him so bad his coffin-hurts//
dont know how this became-a-story//
but its a fow to spice up this site, its lame-n-boring//
i think ima go blaze-some-more-weed//
come back on tonight to peep tha hatin-towards-me..

next word: hatred
 
Nov 14, 2002
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Sounds coo'...

The HATRED within my mind's internal matrix //
Makes me wanna cave in ya cranium til ya brain's squished //
I'ma take this verse and pretend it's able to pump led //
Watch ya blood shed and ya spine and necc disconnect //
The set I rep is way greater than wha'chu claim //
Murda 0ne gang so insane it's name alone will corrupt ya brain //
My mind's mainframe contains irregular brainwaves //
At least that's the excuse I use when I pump AIDS into ya veins //
Y'all dudes is lamer than lame...uh, what the fucc else can I say? //
Nothin', so I'ma let actions take over and like Boo Yaa said y'all gon' "take yo fade" //
When I speak...I spit with two C's //
Cravin' the words I spray cuz they more addictive than nicotine //
Nigga please...why you killin' B's and C's I'm spittin' lyrics killin' beats //

Next word: Poison
 
Oct 5, 2003
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I'm poison in a viper, ready to bite and draw blood/
I'm bitin' this baby in his diaper, watchin the lil fuck make his own flood/
Trying to drop bombs, exploding iraq/
Trying to kill "Uncle-Toms," killing those who fudge and pack/
Waitin' for others to explode with verses of vengeance and rage/
In the end... I lock these midgets back in their cage/

Next Word: Preacher
 
Aug 28, 2002
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Let me preach-the-real, see cat's that is quick to reach-for-steel
Handle business like a man, I'm tryna-reach-to-feel my existance
Presistance of tryna reach my next-meal, get verbally-fisted, dreamin of gettin-wit-this
Leave em screamin when I strike-a-man, this herbals got me-lifted
Witness when I speak & teach cats lingustics, once contact say-breached
You gettin ya lid-twisted and ya wrists-get-sifted through faster then hands in Fonzi's-hair-do
I stand in the way where-harm-be, man I dare-you to step, let some shit go you cant compare-to


next word - cannibalistic
 
Feb 12, 2003
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Tossin' Limbs 'n Eatin Rappa's up, That CANNIBALISITC Mad-Man //
Wit' some Mad Rap-Spit, Speakin' On Yo' Whole Crew waitin' for you to Back-Shit //
Walkin out leavin' wit' out even a phat-lip, but wit a emptie clip 'n noone Gon' Miss-You //
Swoop By yo' momma's house 'n leave her a Box Of Tiss-ues //
"Grindin" Mo' Then The Clipse-Do //
The Next Time Ya' see KODOGG, it gon' be in a XXL Issue.. //

NEXT WORD : MOLESTATION
 
May 21, 2002
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im molestin-beats when im let-ta-speak//
lead ripped through ya breasts cuz ya chest-is-weak//
y'all spit and im tha next-ta-speak//
other emcees look like minime next-ta-me//
fuck-wit-a-god and get pumped-wit-a-chop//
beatin me ina battle is like jumpin-tha-mob//
it aint-happnin' witcha fake-rappin//
i'll gag ya wit a suade-napkin and beat ya ass wita bat till ya brain's-cracked-in//
i aint-actin so listen-up//
come fuck wit me and i'll rip-ya-up..

word: accusation
 
Nov 14, 2002
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I'm a fugitive, on the run writin' exclusive spits //
Old or new to this I'ma still elude you bitch //
Watch ya crew get ripped, like an invincible savage //
So massively talented I'm givin' the whole planet brain damage //
Leave a taste in yo mouth so rancid you gon' wish you never accused the kid //
I just pulled the trigger, ain't my fault what my ruger did //
Love life? Then you'll lose it quicc, bitch I ain't playin' //
Ain't tryna do no evil bids but I'll fess up to any satanic accusations you placin' //

Next word: catastrophe
 
Oct 5, 2003
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I try to rhyme/
But I rhyme catastrophic, prolific, explicit/
As if I ever really gave a shit, about whimsical shit/
In the end it doesn't matter, cause my end is met/
I have need but won't bleed, cause I just won't forget/
That an apostrophe is usually, after a catastrophe/
It's like parliamental-politicians, bringin' out a bill for a fee/
Oh shit, we'll pass this to piss off god's nations/
Fuck... politicians are hells only relations/
Weed granting us sedative sensations/
Enabling us to forget dumb occasions/
Like caucascians stuck in the barrel of the scope/
Can't cope, when they're about to be shot for less dope, then it take's for me to cope/

Next Word: resin
 
Aug 25, 2003
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Resin sinks demp into your melon/
Words from the 3 time felon/
In my dwellin Iam swelling up ink and paper/
Position my words to create a lyrical caper/
So mean Ill stab you in the head with a stapler/
Pull the stapels out and put em in my rhyme paper/
Off herb Iam coughin and whezzin like a dying darth vador.....

And the next word is- Obelisk


House OF The Dead M.D.
 
Apr 29, 2003
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yo im not sure how its pronounced or even what an OBELISK is exactly but ill try anyway:

Yo my talent stands tall like an obelisk-
So step the fuck back when im droppin this-
might catch you with an uppercut, bounce your head off tops of fists-
so with a few lines left im bout to call it quits-
with a verse so intoxicating it feels like you burst into alchoholic fits-
i know it was short but oh well,

Next word:Coalition
 
Sep 18, 2003
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i stand proad with a lyrical coalition
branded sinner cuz we choose music as our religion
helps to sooth the soal when the world brings tension
trampleing over obsticals like we been set with high suspenion
look at how my mind has risen past world catastrophes
thats deeply enbeded in my memory accusations
about race hatin contemplations
smoke blunts cuz my head be aken
cought in this lyrical molestation
weak emcees got me comiting cannibalistic-acts
counting ten and twentys yea realistic-stacks
while im at this i need to give love to my spiritual teacher
my grandfather Ben Spencer the humble preacher
he tought me to look out for the devils-poison
etrinal pain and gnashing teeth is what rebles-rejoyce-in
all of this hatred got me out here committing assults
so i set my mind ready for default
punctuated and in smarted my slip
desighned my lyrics and keep them encrypt
 
Oct 5, 2003
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I rise mass-distruction like families feuding and family dis-function/
Like life has forks in the road, place's where you come to a junction/
Like lines without words at the end, lacking punctuation/
Like life has it's moments, it's sensual situations/
Like my mind and it's torment's, and it's phsychotic revelations/
Like Bin Laden's nations with it's terrors/
Children's drug habbits, and thier swearers/
Teenagers packin' their glocks, and their heaters/
Six-shooter's that shock, with four shots repeaters/
I'm the chaos theory in action/
Bringing rise to a chaotic faction/
Deriving traction from the people I tread on/
A daemonic being that's rised before dawn/

Next Word: Ingenuity
 
Oct 10, 2003
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ive got plans of ingenuity
like a terrorist with insane abilities
i go on southside killing sprees
i be one with the gun
you see all the scraps run
thats what you should be doin son
don't stick around, just cuz im not brown
you gonna go and say this is not my town?
im down with the red xiv to eternity
shoot the scraps head off
so much blood can't get the red off
that rat is better dead off...

new word... hate
 
Aug 2, 2002
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~So many snakes in the game got the hate in my veins
~So many fake with they claims grab the tre eight and I aims
~At my enemies melons got the vicinity smellin
~These niggaz be tellin I got to injure these felons
~To get my point across cock back and point the Maus
~Christians annoit the cross Thc joints are tossed
~Out the side of Impalas you wanna ride with these ballers
~Been shakin salt in our game you damn near died when you saw us
~You look at me crookedly thinkin how could it be
~I'm good and deep in bitches as thick as Suga T
~My regiment represents the eloquent ettiquette
~An emcee as sweet as peppermint heaven sent the best in Flint



Therapuetic
 
Aug 25, 2003
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Its theraputic and amazing/
my words hit hard like pistol abrasions/
I kick it with africans and caucasions/
Lacing facing time for tht rhyme/
Excuted out my mind/
Rewind and find the line/
I spoke fine/
Just like powdered coke/
No joke my rhymes will have you loced/
Like you smoked a pound of meth/
talk your last breath/
You lose like an alcoholic falling down the last step...........

EPidemic

And The Word is: Suikoden