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Thursday, May 11, 2006
 Freestyle
Bobby slept/ spendin 50 on the whip/ while i guess/ meant to flip/ got a thousand tracks off of the check/ son thought he had mad toys to make noise/ split separate drums like asteroids/ beat meant for producers/ who ask the questions/ hit them wit the beat for the answer/ the extra compression/ my sound travel/ it quickly grab you/ equalize the pitch/ just until it have you/ bugged out/ but you think you can match this/ the outcome is to graphic/ panaromic view for you/ stamp who/ the beats are gothic/ the outcome is too catastrophic/ i wrote block this checkpoints on ya next joint/ now who the brother you annoint/ vocal head hunters wanna play the game/ murderous wordplay kill niggas and snatch blunts all day/ i throw my bullets in the air to test when/ which way the cyclone spin/ counter or clockwise/ still civilized and kill spies/ on the wall spies still fly/ all die.
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Wednesday, May 10, 2006
haha
hope u liked the freestyles but i need to tell u i must relinquish my status as God of Chaos to Give it to my protoge, TwinBlade. But i am still the God of Death.
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Freestyle Antics
it's the cynical/ lyrical/ rap individual/ on my death bed i spit sick flows thats critical/ im not a fan of this/ im a might vandalous/ thug therapist/ the clans too original/ i slang, bang and watch the words thats visual/ too digital for yall common street criminals/ who wanna come test lick the sweat from my genitals/ we can get off the mic and get a little physical/ i was born to rock since the cut my umbilical/ cord to swing swords and hold up a liquor store/ rhyme writer hip hop provide the prize fighter/ live wire used to set the mic on fire/ i speak legalized dope/ hit man for hire/ and burn murderous notes/ dope rhyme supplier/ i hand glide on the mic like a stun driver/ and i wont stop rockin till i retire.
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Freestyle
My style is...milk of magnesia
Crush the five-speed and bust em'
The more the merrier, secure the area
My la familia is ultimate superior
We don't jack cars, we jack aircraft carriers
I bounce like trampolines when I be blowin' the fiends
The pieces, hem em' like sewing machines and Jesus
When the shadows of the barrel pointin' out my boy Camaro
I get punished like pharoahe for splittin'
You better off singin' Christmas carols for Christmas
Because I'm on point like bow and arrow equipment
The president of chickenhead conventions
I give you a deluxe Ku Klux lynchin'
I got a headache from the stress, success
Now wearin' a vest
5-11's from bein' dirty, courts at nine thirty
Pourin' the liquor down with my man Trace Lee
We gettin' down, rock from sea to sea
Back to Jersey with Sway and Tech
I put a hole in ya chest just to see who's next
Burn ya like able techs
And when I'm on the mic I got to grease
I'm nutty like professor
I make ya say Hercules, Hercules
Then jump with the 4-5 pump
Who's the brother that wanna run off the mouth and dump
I come through the West then I come through the East
Every time I spit off the lip it's like a chrome piece
45 lyrical degrees
I'm like Denise Williams, I'm givin' mags
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New Background, New layout.
hope u like the God of Death in all his Glory.
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Abduction
I take yall niggas straight/ beneath the surface/ to the core/ if it aint raw it's worthless/ pentab proffesionals hold the ink/ wild river rats fall off the raft and sink/ tony let a brother touch/ 20 bar rush/ the way i push thru equivalent to rocket thrust/ allah just/ i lay it for the mixtape/ quick to quake a labelmate/ the sound came outta rusty crate/ surrounded by cobwebs/ beats smooth enough to slide thru like bobsleds/ on the cold white snow/ plus wit the right flow/ GhostBlade nigga i shine and make the mic glow.
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Monday, May 8, 2006
Update!!
Watch out for more of my freestyle oh and i hope u like the new freestyle i put on today.
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Death Freestyle
Yo, I got stress on my brain that causes chest pains/
Inside the best frames ghetto blood clots is scored by slug shots
And drug spots/ well if you’re too poor to move out
Or get a new house/ it’s like livin in a war walkin through shootouts/
And you doubt God exists/ when hard fists
Be poundin on your head like jackhammers
You’re trapped in the black drama/ you hear the laughter
Seconds after that you fade out/ you’re played out/ you’re laid out
Your heart nearly gave out/ you’re lucky that you made out
With just a few scars when the beating ends
The streets let ya breathe again/
But evil men, will soon be on the receiving end
Of universal law/ I’m callin on the meek and the poor/
To fight back and never forfeit the day you have to go to war/
With forces that are armed upon the seven continental borders/
A mental fortress is essentials to absorb this/
My sword hits the human orb until it orbits/
In the art of war kids see grym reap be morbid/
Since pieces of the lost civilization in the past
Had my photographs etched inside of pyramids
To laugh at this revelation, without 365 days of concentration
And twenty-four hour meditation, would be foolishly pagan
I’m ancient as ’amen’, see I stay grym
Throwin fools in in a pit full of pit bulls to be shaken
Or strapped to the crossroads of hell and inner sin
Which trap the sinners in, to sell such in sing-sing
I bring grym tidings, tidal-ed your wave all not exciting
Stop riding the dick, start writin your own shit
Cause I stick figures that think they fat and can’t rap wind blast
I make em slim fast, lookin like stick figures
I’m all that, I bag chips at concerts and shows
Get more panties than hoes that boost victoria secret clothes
Foes is tagged like ex-foes toes at the coroner’s
Kids with cold feet rise and fall like the barometer
Grym will mentally chop your career
See shit is locked down here, like penitentiary blocks in tears
Escape outta your ducts every time you hear my name
You better duck fate, or catch a fuckin face full of duct tape
You get smacked like a trick that sniffed off her money
Then smoked like rzarector with the blunts dipped in honey
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Thursday, May 4, 2006
freestyle update!!
I have another freestyle in mind so stay close and check in tommorow.
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Chaos Freestyle
Rotate ya head like a gyro/ my hair grows in knotty spirals/ feet resemble christ's description from the bible/ water walker/ in milital or physical torture/ pull out fast in a porsche upon a double crosser/ my penis rise up in the morning like a phoenix/ and blast iron cells into a low blooded nemic/ the imperial/ materials vinerial/ emcees get murderd in serial/ u cant fuck wit the material/ unorthodox paradox/ known to scream wide screen magnavox/ grab stock like dr. octopus/ cause war like the grandson of kush/ im hangin devils head from an evergreen bush/ sugar frosted sorceress bitches get exhausted/ pussy lips be drippin like leaky faucets/ under cover c-cyphers spread out like windsheild wipers/ will im guzzlin pipers/ changin my son shitty ass diapers/ don p get in sync wit many timepeice/ ya get stampede against by wildebeest/ i blast tracks plus blast gats like chow yun fat/ oppositional forces get their eardrums black/ common denominator/ i spit the mic saber like vader/ in tune from intorientation made from the trader/ emcees get they wigs blown/ trounce off of fist bone/ speak of my death everytime they crack a wishbone/ eventually i knew the whole world would mention me/ potientially i have the key to make g's/ emcees breeze on the tracks beyond the groups wit the cheese/ killa bees spread rapid like diseases/ see it's/ like the second coming of jesus of nazerath/ be fabolous/ raise the dead crowd up like lazarus/ hazardous vocabulary attacks be beautiful/ accoustical noise we provoke/ here come our musically dope/ niggas realize they just cant comb the hair/ bustin out they head resembles fire and smoke loke.
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