aLiAs R.I.P.08
03-15-2005, 04:40 PM
my brother's shit.....
Part1:
No need for mic checks, I yell out my fly techs/
Got a crowd sobbing over a challenger who lies dead/
Well cry pests, this is never fun time when I'm next/
Every line supplies techs that create a rhyme reck/
My time? Bet. Finally I can make a guy rest/
The verbal nine spits, fatal flow is what the guy gets/
This verbal rape that can lyrically define sex/
Their skills is undressed, popped, and stained where my lines spread/
It's crime? Yes. It was caused by anger from life's stress/
They lifeless, you can see the marks on they lungs where my bars pressed/
This die-fest with rhymes that punch they lines with rights, lefts/
Drowning over my saliva so there was no use for the life vest/
This is a mere child who spits mild and still the cheers wild/
Foreal, how? Consider all the sickness that is bestowed/
I'm real proud because I'm one of the few who have the courage to speak out/
To speak loud and able to get the support from the reached crowds/
Lyrics that are able to give the people a feel to/
Unlike anybody else, reason of me spiiting the real truth/
Thinking I'ma bow down to you but only God is who I kneel to/
Possessing powers unlike no other, who knows what he'll do/
When ready to drop something, my skill is prohibited/
Emcees trying to avoid defeat because they can't live with it/
When you spit, it's shit, you bit a kid who is sick with it, now your sick with this/
Well listen bitch, the shit I flip will have you moaning like when I flick a clit/
Then a I flip the script, kick it quick, strip the prick, then kill the kid/
I can picture it, skip the hit, move on to seeing blood and let it drip/
You see I ain't the type of cat to look you in the eye and run away/
Trying to frighten me when you pull out the strap, but still I stay/
Trying to threaten me warning that this is where you layed my grave/
Either way, the only way I'll die that way is if you push and spray/
Fearless who brings fear to the fearful who brings tears/
Steers the mind the release spears the can pierce through and out a tree's rear/
It's real clear, this mere peer can ignite shit's that real fierce/
Holds dear his mind gear, but the heart he holds dearer/
The palm touches mic, the mic recieves wet activity/
The flem that possesses the destiny of the enemy/
Casualty of one who had no chance of a remedy/
Is the Men- who-be trying to attack this man-with-heat/
I am a soldier who has chosen to end the growth of those who posin/
I rose to blow all those who clone and roam like drones and take the token/
The ones provoking are left broken, or other cases are left choking/
The hoax's are left in smoke and croking, now this was the last time, and I have spoken/
Part1:
No need for mic checks, I yell out my fly techs/
Got a crowd sobbing over a challenger who lies dead/
Well cry pests, this is never fun time when I'm next/
Every line supplies techs that create a rhyme reck/
My time? Bet. Finally I can make a guy rest/
The verbal nine spits, fatal flow is what the guy gets/
This verbal rape that can lyrically define sex/
Their skills is undressed, popped, and stained where my lines spread/
It's crime? Yes. It was caused by anger from life's stress/
They lifeless, you can see the marks on they lungs where my bars pressed/
This die-fest with rhymes that punch they lines with rights, lefts/
Drowning over my saliva so there was no use for the life vest/
This is a mere child who spits mild and still the cheers wild/
Foreal, how? Consider all the sickness that is bestowed/
I'm real proud because I'm one of the few who have the courage to speak out/
To speak loud and able to get the support from the reached crowds/
Lyrics that are able to give the people a feel to/
Unlike anybody else, reason of me spiiting the real truth/
Thinking I'ma bow down to you but only God is who I kneel to/
Possessing powers unlike no other, who knows what he'll do/
When ready to drop something, my skill is prohibited/
Emcees trying to avoid defeat because they can't live with it/
When you spit, it's shit, you bit a kid who is sick with it, now your sick with this/
Well listen bitch, the shit I flip will have you moaning like when I flick a clit/
Then a I flip the script, kick it quick, strip the prick, then kill the kid/
I can picture it, skip the hit, move on to seeing blood and let it drip/
You see I ain't the type of cat to look you in the eye and run away/
Trying to frighten me when you pull out the strap, but still I stay/
Trying to threaten me warning that this is where you layed my grave/
Either way, the only way I'll die that way is if you push and spray/
Fearless who brings fear to the fearful who brings tears/
Steers the mind the release spears the can pierce through and out a tree's rear/
It's real clear, this mere peer can ignite shit's that real fierce/
Holds dear his mind gear, but the heart he holds dearer/
The palm touches mic, the mic recieves wet activity/
The flem that possesses the destiny of the enemy/
Casualty of one who had no chance of a remedy/
Is the Men- who-be trying to attack this man-with-heat/
I am a soldier who has chosen to end the growth of those who posin/
I rose to blow all those who clone and roam like drones and take the token/
The ones provoking are left broken, or other cases are left choking/
The hoax's are left in smoke and croking, now this was the last time, and I have spoken/