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 Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2007 6:59 am
C Teezy SilverSpyder C Teezy SilverSpyder Zo Mo Kill that motha ******** with his own fukin gun Didnt even pull it and you started to run This made kickin your a** a little more fun You aint a G so stop acktin like one I hate niggas like you, fake as hell Playin pretend but you aint doin so well Cuz you talked s**t for the last time Your gunna get go at the end of this rhyme When everyone is gone its gunna be you and me one on one and yo a** will see Im the strongest out of the two of us B Its your destiny to fall to me An a** whoopin is what you need desperately And in the end I hope you can remember me But when I get through you aint gunna have no memory Ain't gon have no memory like you was ******** up off henessy Spit this Ill s**t endlessy never run outta energy My rhymes I send-in-threes, sometimes It's more than triple And if you ******** with me? leave you blind, on the floor,and cripple Look, this more than simple, I just state that I'm the greatest With a mind this creative, I had to break my hiatus Came back an pissed off the hatas, Jus did it for fun Flow's ridiculous son, Coughed up 4 bars,I jus spit em then run Symptons of stun are showing on the many battlers That went from laundry washers to nothing but dry rattlers High babblers.. It's me.. your finest hour... Stealing limelight broadcasting from pious towers Your highness powers through the hole like Lewis Niggas try an ether and I ******** they soul like Judas I'm the bluest no depression or suicide I de cypher, if you are it humors to see how you'll reply s**t, givin me an ultimatum, basically it's do-or-die But whenever i spit my ether, somebody'll lose-a-live Goin biblical and have em cru-ci-fied, condition: critital life support'll be digital screamin "danger!" like mystikal I know, this s**t is rough, cause normally, I seem patient Yet when rappers get me enraged, I give em living cremations Have em scream for death, beggin and pleadin my name And when they finally get their wish, they'll be greeted with flames ((Man...This is kinda ******** up.. rofl )) greeted with flames like a gay parade Ain't an Athletic Yankee gonna be a safe today My team pass the bat on like they relay Ya'll crew just get sat on like lazy lay Sleepy boy.. recline on your lines like Crown Prince The first song on it, best style been found since Discovery of gold, man better than platinum Just put the pressure on me stone cut will slap some! (eh.. late as hell lol) The mic's my relic flow angelic/makin devil's cry like capcom My evil's residence is addressed at pestilence spittin on decadence In essence I "f" em up like a Zero/ Call me the mega man But I dont need a mega buster I'll just slap em with god's hand
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Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2007 10:12 am
Yung_Vicious Just put the pressure on me stone cut will slap some! The mic's my relic flow angelic/makin devil's cry like capcom My evil's residence is addressed at pestilence spittin on decadence In essence I "f" em up like a Zero/ Call me the mega man But I dont need a mega buster I'll just slap em with god's handWatch them fall where they stand Laugh like a villian, as I foil their plans Stand them back up on their feet Tell the Dj to quick drop a beat Rhyme to the melody, keeping it sweet Till the moment they admit defeat Lyrically slapped as they turn the other cheek Still laughing as I backhand out their front teeth Beep Beep! I run em off the road with the jeep.* My armada will destroy your fleet If you pull out a handgun I will pull out mine, son And it's bigger, like the size of a cannon That will blow a hole through any man n' Make em' become a phantom ((*rhyme bit off n slightly altered a Missy Elliot song.))
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Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2007 12:56 pm
OutlawShadow That will blow a hole through any man n' Make em' become a phantom Become a ghostly effervesence like essence of Casper Done mastered.... any method you're after The meanest MC I take away vowels and Consonants/ I'll smack ya wit things that ya sponser sent Yeah I mean a booster... give ya a real shot Like American Idol. make it? Ya will not Straight up... The African version of Simon Cowell Hit you wit Air Forces like attack of flying Powells And I don't need to say a colon. Cleaner with the flow Hardest thing to hit the scene since the Beemer hit ya bro Lean her wit the dro... Rock her wit the wits of this Twist her tits. Refuse? I straight up sting her like a flick of piss
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Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2007 9:18 pm
C Teezy OutlawShadow That will blow a hole through any man n' Make em' become a phantom Become a ghostly effervesence like essence of Casper Done mastered.... any method you're after The meanest MC I take away vowels and Consonants/ I'll smack ya wit things that ya sponser sent Yeah I mean a booster... give ya a real shot Like American Idol. make it? Ya will not Straight up... The African version of Simon Cowell Hit you wit Air Forces like attack of flying Powells And I don't need to say a colon. Cleaner with the flow Hardest thing to hit the scene since the Beemer hit ya bro Lean her wit the dro... Rock her wit the wits of this Twist her tits. Refuse? I straight up sting her like a flick of pissCause I'm the truth like teens against ciggarettes I pitch a fit to a b***h thinkin he strong on his songs All along he's been wrong/ the one I s**t on Stomp him like a puddle/pancake him like a huddle I soar like a crane so its futile like fightin wit crack knuckles I battle wit snake fists that could poison beatrice So many kiddos have wronged me I just might need a list I lop the top off of sages wit hip hop as my katana Yet they neglect and sweat the vet like a sauna So my civic duties are wrecked like gex driving a honda
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 7:41 am
Yung_Vicious C Teezy OutlawShadow That will blow a hole through any man n' Make em' become a phantom Become a ghostly effervesence like essence of Casper Done mastered.... any method you're after The meanest MC I take away vowels and Consonants/ I'll smack ya wit things that ya sponser sent Yeah I mean a booster... give ya a real shot Like American Idol. make it? Ya will not Straight up... The African version of Simon Cowell Hit you wit Air Forces like attack of flying Powells And I don't need to say a colon. Cleaner with the flow Hardest thing to hit the scene since the Beemer hit ya bro Lean her wit the dro... Rock her wit the wits of this Twist her tits. Refuse? I straight up sting her like a flick of pissCause I'm the truth like teens against ciggarettes I pitch a fit to a b***h thinkin he strong on his songs All along he's been wrong/ the one I s**t on Stomp him like a puddle/pancake him like a huddle I soar like a crane so its futile like fightin wit crack knuckles I battle wit snake fists that could poison beatrice So many kiddos have wronged me I just might need a list I lop the top off of sages wit hip hop as my katana Yet they neglect and sweat the vet like a sauna So my civic duties are wrecked like gex driving a honda Ridin shotgun in the H A Sippin on something similar in color to K-State Or maybe not... I don't care the rhymes tight 20/20 man I'll leave it there in hindsight It's I wanted to say at the time so what You gonna do to me? hmm? buss me with the E-clips? So what if he trip... purple drink is something serious Have ya peeing on ya self as you havin periods... Monthly cycle... life's a circle of Black, bleek, bland, and happy a** purple stuff Get it? Great Aspirations Yielding The potiential of the dream aformention previous Ya'll perverted the dream and now it's homo Statements dropped quick like balls and T. Romo Oh NO!!!
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 8:41 pm
C Teezy Yung_Vicious C Teezy OutlawShadow That will blow a hole through any man n' Make em' become a phantom Become a ghostly effervesence like essence of Casper Done mastered.... any method you're after The meanest MC I take away vowels and Consonants/ I'll smack ya wit things that ya sponser sent Yeah I mean a booster... give ya a real shot Like American Idol. make it? Ya will not Straight up... The African version of Simon Cowell Hit you wit Air Forces like attack of flying Powells And I don't need to say a colon. Cleaner with the flow Hardest thing to hit the scene since the Beemer hit ya bro Lean her wit the dro... Rock her wit the wits of this Twist her tits. Refuse? I straight up sting her like a flick of pissCause I'm the truth like teens against ciggarettes I pitch a fit to a b***h thinkin he strong on his songs All along he's been wrong/ the one I s**t on Stomp him like a puddle/pancake him like a huddle I soar like a crane so its futile like fightin wit crack knuckles I battle wit snake fists that could poison beatrice So many kiddos have wronged me I just might need a list I lop the top off of sages wit hip hop as my katana Yet they neglect and sweat the vet like a sauna So my civic duties are wrecked like gex driving a honda Ridin shotgun in the H A Sippin on something similar in color to K-State Or maybe not... I don't care the rhymes tight 20/20 man I'll leave it there in hindsight It's I wanted to say at the time so what You gonna do to me? hmm? buss me with the E-clips? So what if he trip... purple drink is something serious Have ya peeing on ya self as you havin periods... Monthly cycle... life's a circle of Black, bleek, bland, and happy a** purple stuff Get it? Great Aspirations Yielding The potiential of the dream aformention previous Ya'll perverted the dream and now it's homo Statements dropped quick like balls and T. Romo Oh NO!!!Yung V picks the topic up like carpools Rollin on cloud 9 higher than bar stools My feet cant touch the ground/my ego's on lean I continue to astound like upsetting the home team I blaze through bill street passin out defeats Like the sun of steve nash I'm past the elite
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Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2007 5:19 pm
Yung_Vicious C Teezy Yung_Vicious C Teezy OutlawShadow That will blow a hole through any man n' Make em' become a phantom Become a ghostly effervesence like essence of Casper Done mastered.... any method you're after The meanest MC I take away vowels and Consonants/ I'll smack ya wit things that ya sponser sent Yeah I mean a booster... give ya a real shot Like American Idol. make it? Ya will not Straight up... The African version of Simon Cowell Hit you wit Air Forces like attack of flying Powells And I don't need to say a colon. Cleaner with the flow Hardest thing to hit the scene since the Beemer hit ya bro Lean her wit the dro... Rock her wit the wits of this Twist her tits. Refuse? I straight up sting her like a flick of pissCause I'm the truth like teens against ciggarettes I pitch a fit to a b***h thinkin he strong on his songs All along he's been wrong/ the one I s**t on Stomp him like a puddle/pancake him like a huddle I soar like a crane so its futile like fightin wit crack knuckles I battle wit snake fists that could poison beatrice So many kiddos have wronged me I just might need a list I lop the top off of sages wit hip hop as my katana Yet they neglect and sweat the vet like a sauna So my civic duties are wrecked like gex driving a honda Ridin shotgun in the H A Sippin on something similar in color to K-State Or maybe not... I don't care the rhymes tight 20/20 man I'll leave it there in hindsight It's I wanted to say at the time so what You gonna do to me? hmm? buss me with the E-clips? So what if he trip... purple drink is something serious Have ya peeing on ya self as you havin periods... Monthly cycle... life's a circle of Black, bleek, bland, and happy a** purple stuff Get it? Great Aspirations Yielding The potiential of the dream aformention previous Ya'll perverted the dream and now it's homo Statements dropped quick like balls and T. Romo Oh NO!!!Yung V picks the topic up like carpools Rollin on cloud 9 higher than bar stools My feet cant touch the ground/my ego's on lean I continue to astound like upsetting the home team I blaze through bill street passin out defeats Like the sun of steve nash I'm past the elite yeah im past the elite young vicous gave it to ya and he passed it to me you other dudes simple, im passin the peak punchlines so hard that im crackin ya teeth think im nice now, listen to me on a track an a beat all these tricks asking for treats, b***h suck my sack n ma meat I know im the best and it hurts, but im just quenchin my thurst imma be polite and not menchin whose worse i claim my territory whose disrespecting my turf imma stop killin yall and wait for the next niggas verse
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Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2007 5:26 pm
Text - triggas to dispurse
more rounds and alert
the ambulances to surround and
leap from within - paramedics bound
by the gang related individuals,
Spitting vulgarities and negroe spirituals,
Defying medical science and God,
"Oh Lawd!"
They shout to Lucifer,
Producing her
refuge first, in bursts,
Lift the curse
of death and hurt
and witness life again,
Undead rebirth.
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Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2007 5:47 pm
Undead rebirth
i got an electric verse
its kloo i know u expect the worse
i know, im nice and its very scary
to see me spitiin wit the legendary
killa verses give you tickets to the cemitary
imma leave yall scarred from the sharpness
yall niggas know kloo is a lyrical artist
the paper is my canvas, and in my right hand is
the pencil which is my paintbrush
and from wut i can see you niggas dont paint much
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Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2007 6:51 pm
i USE MY LYRICS AS A VERBAL PAINT BRUSH/
and if you RUSHMORE you'll be left in a mountain of rust/
as I blaze on trees I call it an ounce of lust/
I had to bless this cypher with my lyrical touch/
Just trust, me my flow is a lyrical must/
I'm lyrically in tune and verbally in touch/
With the present past future beyond and such/
I'm tough, witha disability I breakdance like CRUTCH/
I play that s**t backwards when I pass that dutch/
Got niggas end of dayz like what the ********?/
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 3:45 pm
Durrtyboi
Got niggas end of dayz like what the ******** class="clear">
Like what the ********? The South takin' RH by storm/ Out of the norm , but it's not uncooth hip hop is being reborn/ By a new breed a new generation of skill/ Southern Storm comin' at yall niggaz like 3-D for real/
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 11:40 am
Southern Storm comin' at yall niggaz like 3-D for real/
I got love for the South, but Stryker reps the West.
Where niggas aint safe even if they got a bulletproof vest.
Why? We do dome shots. Our marksmen are the best.
Running your mouth with get your skull cleaned out like Zest.
Heh, but don't get me wrong, I'm a lyrical phenomenon.
Verbal bombs dropping, and got the Earth in a panic like the ******** some terrorist threat, because my terrorism acts are promised.
Cross this enemy line, and your whole crew's demolished.
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Jaiden Stryker Vice Captain
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Jaiden Stryker Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 10:18 pm
Cross this enemy line, and your whole crew's demolished.
The more crews demolished, the more lives abolished.
You're a dead man walking, stand there as your casket gets polished.
Since nobody responded to my s**t, it's a one-man show.
Taking out your whole regime now that I got the glow.
Got niggas kissing my Converse, begging for forgiveness.
Mobbin' up to your door like a Jehovah's Witness.
Don't get on my s**t list, cuz I'll put you on my hit list.
Untouchable cuz I'm armed with the Black fist.
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 11:17 pm
Untouchable Cuz I'm armed with the Black-Fist..
You know me the main man that Raps-Brisk..
Like Rakim i profect this s**t and i dont need no ReMix...
When i write i keep it fresh like fruit but not fruity like Trix...
U could call me a smart pig cuz of te way i got Bricks..
cuz it aint failing when the Wolve brings his Doom...
So dont drop s**t cuz this aint no bathRoom...
I write s**t thats sentimental like a bride and Groom...
and i aint stopping till I pass away in my Tomb...
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Jaiden Stryker Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Feb 08, 2007 11:25 pm
and i aint stopping till I pass away in my Tomb...
When it comes to tombs, I can't help but raid them.
Jackin' quicker than the ripper, I move swift like a phantom.
I got a dynamic skill that ya'll niggas can't even fathom.
And I got a heart darker than the knight defending Gothem.
Silently slipping in soundless as a silhouette
Boldly battering buster's bodies, bloody with my lyrical bayonet.
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