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PostPosted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 1:28 pm


Don Blox


c** in her crack n peel out in the whip


Whipped back into slavery, maybe,
then we won't have kids birthin babies, its crazy,
12 year old girl tryna stunt like a lady,
2 years later feedin kids like a lady,
As youth there are things that i don't understand,
like why we gotta leave home and lose our fam,
this is the lifestyle that was given right out of His own hand,
And i know its of His will but i'm not a fan of the plan,
but regardless i live my life as an artist,
paintin my picture in the form of scripture,
and peers will soon recite it like Shakespearean literature,
some will be doctor's some will move my furniture,
We youth are young, growing and not yet abused by time,
OUr lives will live out in my rhymes,
its kind of crazy right?
How time will fly, faster than the speed of light,
till it come back to them years later in the night.


((sorta rusty))
PostPosted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 1:13 pm


The_Roc-Star

till it come back to them years later in the night.

Tell em dont jack, cuz your tears tend to blur sight
If you wise crack then your fears will come into blight
I jus might snap on you n yo peers with all my might
And blast you queers with a gun and a mic.

Chop it-Screw it- Shred it.
I do this s**t, dontchu get it?
Futile ******** you're too pathetic
Hostile n buck i been embedded
Try your luck, wont live to regret it
Best to duck or youll leave here beheaded

Pinata brain says my base-ball bat
Its not-a-thang to make yo brains go splat.
If you outta range then i pull out the ghat
Isnt it strange how it make a skinny dude, fat?

Don Blox
Crew


Alexander the Fallen

PostPosted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 8:50 am


Don Blox


Isnt it strange how it make a skinny dude, fat?

But tell me dog, what do you know about that?
What do you know of the hardship and the hustle?
What do you know of fightin through the struggle?
What do you know of not fearin the man but what he's got in his duffle?
I dont know about you but im keepin out of trouble
Cuz I cant afford to get thrown in some jail
I stand to succeed so its not an option to fail
Even if I gotta bust a gun to get ahead
Just know if I die Im not the only one gunna be dead
Its me makin it alive or in a body bag but nothin ******** cops and the cuffs b***h I'd rather be dealt
Despite what Ive said in prior philosophy
Ill be that soldier on the battle field with no one proud of me
Wavin a flag that you'd never ever see
Still repin no signs but I throw up my fingers proudly
And when I walk down the street they'll say 'hey havent u heard?'
'Thats that one gangsta a** ***** who just flips the bird'
'Packs no guns but has brass knuckles and 4 knives in his pockets'
'His fist fires off like a cannon so be ready when he cocks it'
'Cuz he's unafraid of any and all threats made'
'Your just an insect buggin him so he'll spray you with a can of raid'
All I know is im not gunna go out like a b***h today
Keep talkin s**t and ill hit you with the pepper spray
I know most of my methods are potentially none lethal
But simply speakin my name has brought fear to yo people
PostPosted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 9:31 pm


Alexander the Fallen

But simply speakin my name has brought fear to yo people


And leers as if you are see through
Even the seers of the wise Hebrew
Are dear and bow to pure evil.

Blox- simple name complex mind.
Corrupt complexion completely co-signed
By the devil's deeds deeply defined
Retracts regression til the bar is refined.

Designed a refinery inside of me
My mind-a complimentary winery
No whine or plea, I vent so defiantly
Ventriloqual, so theres no confining me

Come find n see- reap what you sowed
Reaper in flesh, wolf in sheep's clothes.
Shrieks, groans from the freaks n clones
All on my own I s**t on you drones

Left streaks showin as it bubbles n foams
My flow is grown and it just keeps going!
Yours is the sweetest melody missing the tone
An unborn fetus dead-to-me, existence unknown

Don Blox
Crew


Don Blox
Crew

PostPosted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 6:09 pm


Don Blox

An unborn fetus dead-to-me, existence unknown


As the distance is re-sown, chasing the wind whichever way the leaves are blown.
The resistance condoned as I persistently up show em’.
Reminiscence you know, from my fictitious foes n’
Subsistence submissively retold as I approach them vicious n alone.

An uncaged k-9 loose from the kennel.
A beast, not a man- you can check my dental.
Wearing my city like it was a medal, nah, im not a general
But meddling with me or mines, Ill peddle s**t on you ephemerals
And b***h slap you into 4 inch stilettos and hoe you til you revel.

A rebel, I ravel with goons n girls- never a gavel.
Yet I ramble so never assume how I travel.
Don’t gamble on what I bring to the mantel.
Cuz there will be blood, says Lewis Daniel

Lose ur damn fill with your spilled intestines
Invest in protection or catch a c- section
Did I mention it’s a recession? So good luck with the prevention, young henchmen.
Slight obsession to terminate dense men, rappers who are stenching.
Reinvention of the game, ******** your conventions.
I conventionally regain higher extensions to reframe the fame and share my blessings.
They’re confessions pertained as I change my aggression.
Upsetting lames is part of my profession.
PostPosted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 10:14 pm


Don Blox
Upsetting lames is part of my profession.

So sue me, I see you’re a lame, or so Im guessing
Lookin gloomy like you got post traumatic depression
Im testing your patience with this session
So I can beat your a** next lesson, and end all of this tension.

Tender a** chicken, you’re just another hen
Get you thinking, you aint s**t now, you weren’t s**t then.
Get-ta sticking yo ho, you thought we was friends
But im dicking her hard so her knees stuck ******** then, she can swallow or choke
Bottle my boat, Consume it all, my kids follow her throat
Gargle n gloat or make-up her face like its modeling soap.

Opera n show, operating on the game so surgically.
Hearing my name encourages me
To abuse and rain so verbally
And let them look so disturbingly

Come murder me, silly b***h Im crazy
Weak threats don’t ever phase me.
Tech spits to have you pushing daises.
Or fish sticks in the lake deep, note Gacy.

Deeply devoted to devouring the flow
Foes left hoping im cowering low
But Im coping with the empowerment so
Im slitting throats n out like dagger n cloak.


(BORED AS ********!!!)

Don Blox
Crew


Crimson-The-Eternal-Chaos

PostPosted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 5:20 pm


Im slitting throats n out like dagger n cloak.

Through my clothes as the blood soaks
Cuz us Folks an red oaks got people scared come through
Throw ya down, snatch ya up, beat ya black and blue.
It's true, so whatcha gonna do,
when the four black masks are lookin at you?
With the glocks cocked hot, blowing up ya spot.
Think ya gonna get away but ya not.
Think i'm gonna apologize for this gangsta guerrilla s**t?
Click, Boom, b***h this is the end of it.
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