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Is this shit just him freestylin over Illmatic beats?
Quote from: BiggSadot on May 10, 2011, 12:43:51 PMIs this shit just him freestylin over Illmatic beats?The beats have been remade by Will Sessions.
What I put down in the sound coil is Crown RoyalIt's like I dug in the ground soil and found oilI'm known to terrorize, paralyze a pair of guys or prepare to rise off the land, sea, air, and skiesSnatch his heart, but spare his eyesTo show him why I'm great, violate, and I annihilateMy punchlines ain't just tossin' jabs, they often grab to put you in a Boston CrabCaution, they say I'm psychosomatic in the atticMy automatic stick to my clothes like static-cling on, better kiss the fist while the ring's onOn the winning hand, four aces, now a king's drawnWhat, how you want it, head or gut?Let it cuts from the machete, you're not readyCheck, 1-2 and you don't stopFor niggas frontin', I get you open till the buttons on your coat pop
Elzhi should replace Buddens in Slaughterhouse
And Pharoahe Monch should replace Joell Ortiz. And Gift of Gab should replace Crooked I. But then Royce would be the weak link...
Fresh out the gate it's the asiaticFanatic back at itSpittin black magicCreate a world outta black fabricSpark with the lightSpark it with lifeGod stay visibleMy du rag create sound waves I'm jay pivotalSpun the cipher running with christ plus I'm a sniper one with the dice one with the mics and nobodys nicerI payed the price-ahAnd now I'm heatin up the rostrumSucka mcs get struck to they knees playin possumRap guys insaneLyrical messiah, jesus baptize in the flameSanitize they brainWhat's the originTen thousand sons up in my squadronWe break down and build back up to form a organThe flows naturalThe interglow is celestialThe physical mold that's just the clothes for the astral, extra terrestialEmceeing supreme beinAll eyes seeinMastered the scene/seen and unseenAnd what year was that when the atom was crackedIn the materials of darkness she laid on her backShes knows all about youCause the womb of the mind is the one manThat x chromosome came up out youMy rhymes like sperm cells thoughts for talesReproduce like sperm whales sharks and snailsHit your gray matterThen they excrete the dataAnd just stay for 9 months above the bladderThis the most mathe-maticalStyle that you've heard ofAnd every verse I spit bitch it kicks murderAnd like roberta flackI'm killin you softDrawin you up in the fire midst revealing your thoughts when allah and his christ bust thru the ceilin with hawksIn the face of the earth meet the tip of the drills with a sparkThat's the judgementIt's grievous manThis population face to face with this jesus manCame to his own but they mispercieved the lamb,400 years of slavin for the seeds of abraham