aLiAs R.I.P.08
04-21-2005, 03:34 PM
I step in again to ignite another eruption/
Mind concussions from this force cause your life suction/
Your rhymes deduction hit by the radiation of what I’m clutching/
The mics use to collaborate with evil’s plan of destruction/
You haven’t seen anything yet, but you won’t live to find out/
With high pounds of rhyme rounds I blind out your life’s sound/
Try now to write down a nice mound of rhymes, clown/
Get sniped down, your life drowns around grounds of death’s hounds/
True machine gun rap, every drop is tips lifted to hit ribs/
I shifted the ballistic explicit to rather let the reaper give you a visit/
I let the mind do its job giving my tongue a good work out/
My words sprout shouts of cursed clouds reigns of what your proud (of)/
This gluttony of what to speak of lusts of need of blood to feed on/
I love to read on hustle deep songs sucks to be on the worst to become/
Some may get it, others might not, the left’s the right spot/
You delivered the “right, dropped”, still think you write hot? /
I’ll forever keep your mouth shut when your life stops/
These words consist of the opposition of what God would vision/
Locked decisions reopened to jot petitions versus the cop’s restrictions/
They got to listen when the glocks be rippin you know it’s the human flocks who trippin/
The gloss and glisten of ghetto mobs is missin the core where the heart’s imprisoned/
This is the message I relinquish over to the labeled delinquents/
I believe in the “best” of these men (political powers) is where the devil sinks in/
We peddle without the metal, rather the metal is used to settle/
Disputes, the rebel takes one pull and the bullet is let go/
So what do you think is gon happen when you step into my face/
This trigger I embrace is laced with my finger to meet your grave/
A black hearted rap artist who paints your destiny with mind power/
Try to tower over my power my sour mouth’ll chomp to give my teeth a bloody shower/
You seem wack with green stacks gimme back the green grass/
This machine raps pass them weak tracks to permanently make you “lean back”/
Never again will you experience the feel of the wind/
You sinned against the men who rid people of continued wins/
It’s mandatory that you panic for me when my fist clench the mic/
Make victims feel suicidal, my recitals not to be liked/
Rappers who confiscate music that makes the body shake/
I had a lost of faith for them compared to what underground rosters make/
Now my mission clear, what they fear is what I hit them with spears/
They hit in the rears and sear through and out the body followed by the cinder of tears/
Radical synonyms living in the epidemic of this tongue’s militant/
You bringing in simple hymns but choke cause my rhymes is respiratory irritant/
Gaseous liquid lifted and constricted drops shoot out the mouth/
The tongue releases the acidic sickness at the victim who is sent to hell’s house/
The sleep of eternity is brought to the one who chose to test this/
They left with death’s wish of another corpse selected to the hectic/
The brain functions to produce the birth of another verbal weapon/
Whether it’s projection or close combat, the enemy will be resting/
Sick minded villain with the realist truth to place in the thoughts of heads/
Proving the heroes don’t always win when my hypnotized army leaves them dead/
Tools out the box of the imagination of decapitation/
The capacity of the blades I withhold against foes brings their eradication/
Annihilate allies who posed to be true friends/
If betrayal is your plan against me then your obliteration is when your mission ends/
The sound of gun fire is the equality of my tongue’s spirals/
I’m tired of these wannabes so I chose to close their life’s doors so they expire/
This mystical lyrical prose I used to hit at those/
They’ll never know where to go when their hit at the start of my liquid flow/
My vocabulary carries the malignancy of this style I manufactured/
If you’re captured you get fractured into this rapper’s rapture/
No need for them punchlines, my rude rhymes is true crimes/
Street methods of two times greater than literal truth lines/
Every syllable spoken is double bullet binary brothers/
If you hesitate my luminary rhythms crash at its prime making you bleed the primary color/
Illiterate beings burn beneath boiling boulders/
Words arose colder slashing your collar bone, spreading the cold shoulder/
A shoot out using this gun mouth, with one shot then they dead/
Leaving your vision "whited out" cause it's "cumming of the top of the head"/
Completely defeated thee, he who be tryna beat me/
The tyrant in this rap shit fucked these bitches up, now this nigga goes back into a deep sleep/
only cursed in the last lines on purpose....remember this is my bros rhymes....he come here on my username so dunt get it twistid...
Mind concussions from this force cause your life suction/
Your rhymes deduction hit by the radiation of what I’m clutching/
The mics use to collaborate with evil’s plan of destruction/
You haven’t seen anything yet, but you won’t live to find out/
With high pounds of rhyme rounds I blind out your life’s sound/
Try now to write down a nice mound of rhymes, clown/
Get sniped down, your life drowns around grounds of death’s hounds/
True machine gun rap, every drop is tips lifted to hit ribs/
I shifted the ballistic explicit to rather let the reaper give you a visit/
I let the mind do its job giving my tongue a good work out/
My words sprout shouts of cursed clouds reigns of what your proud (of)/
This gluttony of what to speak of lusts of need of blood to feed on/
I love to read on hustle deep songs sucks to be on the worst to become/
Some may get it, others might not, the left’s the right spot/
You delivered the “right, dropped”, still think you write hot? /
I’ll forever keep your mouth shut when your life stops/
These words consist of the opposition of what God would vision/
Locked decisions reopened to jot petitions versus the cop’s restrictions/
They got to listen when the glocks be rippin you know it’s the human flocks who trippin/
The gloss and glisten of ghetto mobs is missin the core where the heart’s imprisoned/
This is the message I relinquish over to the labeled delinquents/
I believe in the “best” of these men (political powers) is where the devil sinks in/
We peddle without the metal, rather the metal is used to settle/
Disputes, the rebel takes one pull and the bullet is let go/
So what do you think is gon happen when you step into my face/
This trigger I embrace is laced with my finger to meet your grave/
A black hearted rap artist who paints your destiny with mind power/
Try to tower over my power my sour mouth’ll chomp to give my teeth a bloody shower/
You seem wack with green stacks gimme back the green grass/
This machine raps pass them weak tracks to permanently make you “lean back”/
Never again will you experience the feel of the wind/
You sinned against the men who rid people of continued wins/
It’s mandatory that you panic for me when my fist clench the mic/
Make victims feel suicidal, my recitals not to be liked/
Rappers who confiscate music that makes the body shake/
I had a lost of faith for them compared to what underground rosters make/
Now my mission clear, what they fear is what I hit them with spears/
They hit in the rears and sear through and out the body followed by the cinder of tears/
Radical synonyms living in the epidemic of this tongue’s militant/
You bringing in simple hymns but choke cause my rhymes is respiratory irritant/
Gaseous liquid lifted and constricted drops shoot out the mouth/
The tongue releases the acidic sickness at the victim who is sent to hell’s house/
The sleep of eternity is brought to the one who chose to test this/
They left with death’s wish of another corpse selected to the hectic/
The brain functions to produce the birth of another verbal weapon/
Whether it’s projection or close combat, the enemy will be resting/
Sick minded villain with the realist truth to place in the thoughts of heads/
Proving the heroes don’t always win when my hypnotized army leaves them dead/
Tools out the box of the imagination of decapitation/
The capacity of the blades I withhold against foes brings their eradication/
Annihilate allies who posed to be true friends/
If betrayal is your plan against me then your obliteration is when your mission ends/
The sound of gun fire is the equality of my tongue’s spirals/
I’m tired of these wannabes so I chose to close their life’s doors so they expire/
This mystical lyrical prose I used to hit at those/
They’ll never know where to go when their hit at the start of my liquid flow/
My vocabulary carries the malignancy of this style I manufactured/
If you’re captured you get fractured into this rapper’s rapture/
No need for them punchlines, my rude rhymes is true crimes/
Street methods of two times greater than literal truth lines/
Every syllable spoken is double bullet binary brothers/
If you hesitate my luminary rhythms crash at its prime making you bleed the primary color/
Illiterate beings burn beneath boiling boulders/
Words arose colder slashing your collar bone, spreading the cold shoulder/
A shoot out using this gun mouth, with one shot then they dead/
Leaving your vision "whited out" cause it's "cumming of the top of the head"/
Completely defeated thee, he who be tryna beat me/
The tyrant in this rap shit fucked these bitches up, now this nigga goes back into a deep sleep/
only cursed in the last lines on purpose....remember this is my bros rhymes....he come here on my username so dunt get it twistid...