multies keystyle
Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 3:43 am
I recycle ill lines real rhymes will recite will I impose lyrics like the bible till,
ya eyeballs tilt, spittin shit like that of what rifles spill, yuh fullspeed and wack my skills can idle ill,
ya dead weight, get ya head straight, you writin rhymes is a crime of a led waste, ya led based,
red faced, to flushed to defend tapes, couldnt beat me in ten takes, you befriend snakes who dont work right like bent rakes,
in the middle of this little bit of riddle, you'll notice its simple to see ya balls are the size of 2 pimples,
couldnt create ripples, in water wit pistols, ill whistle a better flow then you then let it shine like crystals,
a mystical force, ina physical form, called a lyrical war, this kid'll be warned, literally torn,
its a critical sort, ofa criminal course, wit sublinimal gore, i win em' all - bored!,
you meditate to elevate, i educate then levitate, call me hulk hogan the way i slammin heavy weights,
ya gone in the wind witta feathers weight, you featherweight boxer i dedicate penmanship to devistate,
brains im great, the pain will reign on parades, gernades explode in ya face so say ya grace cuz ya graves the place,
only lames will chase to erase losses i take them then shake em' off like earthquakes ive been hailed amazed sence my first birthday,
so many rhymes in one line got ya eyes hypnitized, surprized, i arise and arrive and decide to ride on punks at one time, you die!,
tears wit cries, mirrors provide, insight to your fears inside, in time youll find ghost to be right, risen from ashes of the 9/11 victoms pride thru them i stride and fight for life,
ya eyeballs tilt, spittin shit like that of what rifles spill, yuh fullspeed and wack my skills can idle ill,
ya dead weight, get ya head straight, you writin rhymes is a crime of a led waste, ya led based,
red faced, to flushed to defend tapes, couldnt beat me in ten takes, you befriend snakes who dont work right like bent rakes,
in the middle of this little bit of riddle, you'll notice its simple to see ya balls are the size of 2 pimples,
couldnt create ripples, in water wit pistols, ill whistle a better flow then you then let it shine like crystals,
a mystical force, ina physical form, called a lyrical war, this kid'll be warned, literally torn,
its a critical sort, ofa criminal course, wit sublinimal gore, i win em' all - bored!,
you meditate to elevate, i educate then levitate, call me hulk hogan the way i slammin heavy weights,
ya gone in the wind witta feathers weight, you featherweight boxer i dedicate penmanship to devistate,
brains im great, the pain will reign on parades, gernades explode in ya face so say ya grace cuz ya graves the place,
only lames will chase to erase losses i take them then shake em' off like earthquakes ive been hailed amazed sence my first birthday,
so many rhymes in one line got ya eyes hypnitized, surprized, i arise and arrive and decide to ride on punks at one time, you die!,
tears wit cries, mirrors provide, insight to your fears inside, in time youll find ghost to be right, risen from ashes of the 9/11 victoms pride thru them i stride and fight for life,