West Coast Connection Forum
Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: da_notorious_mack on January 01, 2004, 12:15:11 PM
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my power is...equal to ya level of cowardise...
yall go from top to the bottom faster than the towers did..
i devour scripts..when i spit mans go wild...
put ya brains on ya door step jill dando style....
mans dont smile...when i open shop on they turf...
cock it an burst...haters hear my topics an curse....
bring mo heat than rockets from earth...
cats proppin the verse...put ya face in the mud..
have ya coughin up dirt..dawg you facin a god...
aint battle..but in beef i flip modes like the rosta busta on
an aint no duckin from..these lyrical cluster bombs...
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Cluster Bombs reload rush and dust ya momz
Catch ya lil sista blast up her dress at tha prom
No sympathy u niggaz simply can't unda stand man
hand me money i'll Put under a family im outstandingly
standin tall....like shaq im bigger than all
Pop u while u playin basket ball
Like Fresh but we aint play chess mate
ya heart rate relate to tha movement of a steak on a plate
ya fresh meat for fuckin wit me
Ya finished for eternity not that many are capable of hurting me
Only man iz G O D He who gave earth me
Drunk tha Glass of Respect and Power but im STILL THIRST TY
U HEARD ME?
ID Rather Die Later than live early
Im like Drivin Drunk and High when itz Rainin my mindz Swirling
CSN!!!
Holla
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..Lp Breakin jaws an leave entire Brains n Gauze wit Plated Claws, Kuz Im Insane an Raw tactics fade the Tame an Paused men Containin Flaws….
...Breakin Laws the way i Shine The Vastest, when i blind wit Rhyme an Tactics, Combined An Massive, Lp, got ya girls lyin back on a Reclinin Matress's…
...Cuz I Grind An Smash Kids, Pass Your Fate, Lacerate when my Raps Relate, With my Mental Graphic State, Jolt ya spine an cause ya Back 2 Break…
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..into fiffteen jagged fragments
psychos wit knifes performing sporaadic actions
sit back wit a chainsaw and watch the victim's reactions
to watchin his boy bein taken apart in multiple fracrions
im rippin his heart from ribcage
sippin his blood watchin the rage
from the next man ready to wage war
im the level boss, you need cheats to beat stage four
Reef more 'Solid' than 'Mr Payne'
a 'Snake' spittin to 'Max',
my rhymes done changed the game
shit they even changed my name
took the G and the A, found some catchy shit to say
called me reef cause i make each say a dyin day
gravesites wit morbid corpses
aliens in the corner porkin horses
and hijackin flyin saucers
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and while the saucers are being hi-jacked, you listening to these live-cats/
who divide-raps for the better and refuse to die-wack/
flying in the sky-trapped, floating around with space-ships/
and still my flawless record goes unexplained like the grave-diggs/
my blade-rips through flesh-and-bone, writtens are left-in-stone/
you constantly bite styles, but your only willing to confess-alone/
did he get the message-no, didn't bother to read between-the-lines/
you could grip a nickel and four pennies all you want, but still haven't sqeezed-a-nine/
peace.
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Shit I could squeeze-tha-nine, AlerG's-are-crimez/
But fukit ill still come thru and sneeze-a-rhyme/
Like Im 'Lock' I freeze-tha-"Time", fast forward, but im "Blockbuster"...so "Please-rewind"/
Start over, spit again...gimme sumthin real-to-hear/
My wordz...stray bulletz, aimed fah yah head but peeled-yah-ear/
I feel-tha-fear when steppin through dreams on Elm-Street/
Open yah eyes to survive, not lettin yall screams overwhelm-me...
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Suffering from insomnia, coz this skill formulates over night.
Die in my sleep on the plane, knocked out during the flight.
As i travel abroad, to face my fans on tour i phase out.
Thinking that i might fuck up, and my career get played out.
Gotta keep on fighting the war, if its one that you've lost.
Rub away your fear, like decay on your teeth with dental floss.
I pray to my mental mosk, in my head i found a place to worship.
I think my shits tight, and on audio i aint even heard it.
Off the tongue i create ripples, leave you drowing in lyrics.
Estein found it hard to keep up with me, let alone with physics.
Congratulations to the many a few who gotta labelling contract.
I pledge my talent on the line when i spit, and i just got some back.
Earnt my wager, to settle my debts with my family.
We aint close, not like we have to be.
But dayum what happened g.
Everything was alright once a apon a time, so long before rapping.
Emcees surrender after seeing me reherse, or panty crapping.
Reign be everlasting, fight these cannibals from my throne.
They eat away at they're own respect, put down the phone.
Wait aminute i fucked up and didnt add the word mic.
Your all women, i'll say that to, and confuse these dykes.
Whats my level of skill like, how were not mentally-aquainted.
Half these emcees aint got bitches, they always sexually-frustrated....
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the bitch sexuall frustrated, she need to be carstrated/
sedated in the bed stabbed wit insturments created to cause death/
so whats next? can i get any iller in the cyper?/
you tryin to decipher the emcee from the ghostwrtier/
when in reality, you aint findin no biter/
i got an album on the way/
shit on my chest i need to say/
a cople of mind games i need to play/
you cant keep me at bay/
im like fuckin AIDS, i'll never go away/
stay spittin, shitten and lickin rhymes till my dyin day/
quickenin with every time, every rhyme i spray/
drop a quater or a dime, put ya mind in gear/
fear fear cause fear is the only thing i see clear/
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My homie dropped harder shit than tyson//
Street fighter like byson// Pollitically correct like cryton// (1)
Im wet, the rest dry son// All the biters try some//
My lyrics cause side effects like od'in on tabs//
I'll elevate your status like a lift// Empty clips n mags//
Permanent heat, i dont take shifts// Made myself heard//
You flew on my scene, to sooner fly off it like a bird//
Teeth yellow like lemon curd// This shits absurd//
Not even blazin squad got shit on me//
Shit garage emcee's, aint "crossin" with me//
You use my work, like im floss to ya teeth//
My rehersal finished and won it, you stay in your seat//
For your benefit only, something you get rarely//
ET and me got aquainted, but his intel over mine?... barely//
(1) - Cryton is an intelligent robot on an english programme called "Red Dwarf" - look it up for more information.
*Keep this poppin'*
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jus a lil info yall...a cypher is supposed to be where, u start...where the last person left off. Not just spit any ol thing. Summa yall already know, so dont trip...this aint to u...lol Peace
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I’m ripping again…scared, coz I’ll rip ya heart too
I’ll bring out the best in you then we’ll both take turns laughing at you
Honestly, this geek’ll tear when I leave you with an open dome,
I’ll just murder ya mum then stab u to death with ur broken home.
& since you tryna act funny…bruise this clown, leave ya lips torn,
w/rings around ya eyes big enuff for elephants to do their tricks on.....(laughs at the boards wack Mc's)
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Fall back youngins trizz stepped in the buildin/ my lyrics cause havoc and make niggas look up in the ceilin /cause
they have that shook feelin/i aint a net head but my block got a server of niggas who drug dealin/Some niggas say they got street refrences/but they only seen the block on they IM prefrences/I aint on some complex Lyrics spittin all types of verbs/But i be up in the cut smokin all types of Herb/And on the streets i done battled all types of herbs/Niggas who spit chemistry all types of nerds/niggas is sweet like fruit cake on christmas time/but i tell em fall back kiddies stick to christmas rhymes/My flows gift wrap/so if you disrespect CMB Niggas get clapped/Im from the evil east/and ya niggas is pussy and my words is infection so call me yeast/
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kids, didn't u read what Daygo said?
Im from the evil east/
and ya niggas is pussy and my words is infection so call me yeast/
I'ma make you fall-with-ease, tear you up till you crawl-on-knees
Kill givin y'all-defeat, got a big mouth on the board when you ain't the smallest-G's
so fuck guns, this cynical-devil will hit you with lyrical-metal till you collapse on a physical-level
A criminal-rebel, y'all ain't "hard" or "deep" you ain't even "got the balls" for "singin-in-treble"
like this. Start off where the last person finished and then cum up with your own shit
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^^^thank YOU Kill!!!! ;D
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np ;D
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tol ya once Imma frenetic devil, doin' ya head hannibal style on tha level,
I don't play, ya fags don't roll wit jay ya just roc a fella,
have to tell ya, fuck red when ya see me ya seein' yella,
yellin' treble cause the base in ya voice just left ya fella,
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vests of kevlar..betta protect ya fella...
cus i fill the best wit terror..check ya errors..
see friends would joke that i tend to smoke...
emcees like joints..then "stamp" um like envelopes..
blades is nice...so if we rage or fight..
i aint afraid to knife...ill maim an slice..
leave u lame tonight...you got played on sight..
Mack collect cheddar like a plague of mice..
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man I come thru, they like who's wit him?
I don't roll wit 1 ho, I roll thru wit twins/
and fuc a benz, I aint stuntin, I'm rollin in a fly 9 tre bucket/
use 2 set trip when niggaz waz muggin, but now I'm like fuck it/
dodgin rockets, sippin 151, hit a bitch & run.....Kill a Ho Warfare/
bomb tha spot 2 clear tha shit them gossiping bitches thought they saw there/
lick so many lil phillies, they call me a molester/
pound of brocolli bought from china town & I'm da investor/
Losin control in da game like Janet/ Im like dammit, 18 years on this planet/
Swimmin in a river surrounded by granite/
tha foundation waz weak man, i never really had it/
my mama done wept, aint got no hope left/ too many secrets kept, too many people slept/
didn't pay no attention, dats why I take this 10sion, and smoke it to tha dome wit tension/
ughhhhhhhhhhhhhh
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puttin' hearts 2 sleep is what i do when i leap through the night,
fuck a snitch cuz my switch blade causes a derrty site,
somethin' like me takin' therrty lifes,
boy, man, gurl or wife's, never stop therre cuz that'd be trife,
i rife-OL through, like i was a strife-OL fool,
with a knife i'm definately a crazy-OL tool,
fuck kickin' u in ur stool, i'm shankin' mutha fucka'z like it's jail,
just call me Ol school cuz it's hard knocks an i ain't makin' bail
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Why you worry about bail, like Yayo, you'll see-it-past,
Stand at the gates in years and scream I'm free-at-last,
This ain't no mission to the promised land, this is a hike-thru-life,
Cruxifiction, I take Jesuses demolished hand and hit tha spike-thru-twice,
I'm just as a person, just another trapped soul, burnin-in-hell,
Education got me plottin against the nation, but now I'm learnin-ta-shell,
Got me stashin guns under my bed, feels like I'm sleepin-on-watch,
Liqor got my brains well fed, always creepin-at-stops,
I've out dated my stay, I'm trippin-off-rocks,
Only eighteen but my life is fadin away, just like the tickin-of-clocks!
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2 clips in sock..you get grazed by da heater...
im blazing on Shiva...yeah the latest sativa...
so my shits dope like eighths from ya dealer...
spray ya wit ether...let mags speak to you..
have ya attract lead like magneto do...
steppin my way..get ya leg's broke..
.put you on the next boat...
drop you off somewhere just off the West Coast....
like you too deep in an dont know the chest stroke...
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put you on the next boat...
drop you off somewhere just off the West Coast....
like you too deep in an dont know the chest stroke...
lyrics blow your chest up / like tokin' the best smoke
Orange Crush or GrannDaddy / I keep wrapped in a Sweet, folks
gettin' 'em high off of these quotes / just keep inhalin' my flow
and please believe / I'll get you higher than the illest of dro
I'm tellin' you bro / this forum rookie's a vet
and the beats from my producers / will have you snappin' ya neck
so, cut me a check / and I'll spit ill 16's for ya
but, come short on my money mane / and I'll spill 16 from the Sig Sauer
The Sac-Town Brawler / is fuckin' in it to win
drawin' blood with pens or daggers / mane, I'm ready to sin
give you two to the chin / then watch ya eyes roll back
roll your punk ass in the gutter / then I'll go roll me a sack
my lungs are so black / they match the shade of my heart
emcees flows are prehistoric / my cadence is state of the art
I'm playin' my part / and it's my time to shine
I laid the foundation / so someone build off my rhyme
peace