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Ground and pound. A heart beat, the only thunderous sound.
Torn asunder, a success. A feeling so profound.
Kick rhymes around, Like "Ditch a bitch after an ultrasound!"
Surround yourself with another on the rebound, feel me?
Yall astounded, ask around. Never fuck with me, I gain ground!
Walk around with raps renowned. Two feet, solid ground.
Life ain't fair, you a Gazelle I'm the Hound!

Hound like Cerebus, I don't care to bust
carry brush, Prometheus flame, big pair of nuts
New Era plush, asian chick with the rarest blush
I am ROYAL theres the flush, tricera tusks
howlin' at the moon, them wolves scared of us
I'm so sick I think I might need a therapust
or therapist? wet paper I'm here to tear it upppppp

-- Tue Dec 29, 2009 1:10 pm --

LoL @ usin' a Young Jeezy esque flow

"Up, up and away" again...
I like lunacy when lifted, man.
But I aint Superman, I'm superb, man.
Either on streets or with paper and pen,
straight fire out this dragon's den!
It's a god send to ascend and...
blend transcended text penned from deep east ends.
Rap is easy, I prefer poetry, prefer committing adultery.
I prefer being an oracle or cultist on a killing spree!
Fuck all false ballers and emcee's...
They worth less than Pakistani rupees!!!
Yall feelin pure fear from this,
like a reminisce of DZK killin a 'Kamikazelyricist'!

damnit i distribute jello, like a commy cosby.. fear it bitch
a crazy communist, bitin heads off kangaroos like an aussie ozzy.. serious
a veteran, aint new ta this, n ur crew is pissed but useless n trluy bitch like a uterus
children of the corn even scared..cause i got rid of the rows like ludacris

ludacris? shit lets do this shit drop tha gats an prove ya quick
an get ta bruisin fists, i choose to spit to prove youll lose in this
now whose tha shit????
been forcasted as the greatest before jesus was on the crucafix
i damage you vain fake john waynes and evoke pain like exploding propane
my skill wont change while you stuck living wit no name

took ya girl out n was enjoyin the hos game, lol but speakin of "no brains"
i shotgunned beer at the party, n ended up with "no head" like kurt cobaine
i dont spit in bold CAPITOLIZED italics
but my lines stand out with malice to satisfy any palette

I ride with many felons, no friendly fellaws
muthafuckas that'll smash ur head in like dropping watermelons
The truth no joke, in the booth i go
Pshyco on these muthafuckas letting loose wit no
Intention to stop, if you mention the cops
I say fuck'em all when my sentences drop
So fuck it, hate it or love it
I'll pull my dick out on ur bitch n tell her to suck it

Leave a swell in her stomach, Ruck is stellar amongst this/
Cellar dweller from dungeons, Helen Keller with punches/
Propellers and dunces, you'll never cut it, stupid/
No gun to shoot but beware the tongue is ruthless/

blah... shaking the dust off.

i murk souls with duct taped handled spiked bats
i write raps but spit more venom than five cats
you like that cause the words will serve and eat you
i'll beat you every time and make your woman leave you

Pushin the heat through, I'm a furnace with flows/
Thought u were bomb til u heard my verses explode/
The worst is disposed, post em in the cypher section/
But they go hard, while your shit is a slight erection/
The Morning wood, on some wake n bake shit
Place is vacant so I wait n grace the pages/
Emptyin slugs, don't tempt me, I'm ten feet above/
Its ruckus, with a flow you hoes are envious of/

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Prayin to Christ, I stay preyin at night/
THis bitch is a joke, Tina Fey with the mic/
Still shakin yer dice but yer luck is absent/
Rucks attackin, make yer chin touch yer back end/

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digital spoke err uh digital speak/
i style on key to an invisible beat/
and bring pain like pulln out individual teeth/
residual heat when i blaze n type/
told ol girl to stay the night she can play my wife/
but if she stays the night then she takes the pipe/
so she stayed the night and it changed her life/
crazy aint it right? thats lust not love/
if you going after me then ya word is hot tub/

i'm not a wannabe Pac, cuz. i chill with peeps that are not thugs
and chicks with big tits in tight tees sayin' " got jugs ? "
Check the score card. To beat me, you need a hundred more bars
cuz i always come correct in my profession like a fuckin' porn star

porn star.......

Born to form bars, sworn to tear up the form books.
forewarn foes: front on this and leave sporting forelorned looks.
got the forum shook like vesuvius spewing alluvium
Vitruvian man/ mic in hand extends the arm span.
palm through ya armour man. Im tearing up beef like its Parma ham