theman080
05-11-06, 09:50 PM
WS
080
I mouth a currency hatcher with my verbal dispatcher
Attempt to take my spot and face certain disaster
It occured to me after, if I had worded this faster
A breif indulgence in my potency would leave you eternally plastered//
I seize degrees in sprees that be burnin these bastards
The lyrics I bleed with ease should be earnin my masters//
The furnace I captured lights leaves to ignite deeds
Not normally deemed in polite scenes but only in night sprees/
Wit me and Word and in a thread, the Smyth and Western curved to ya head//
Squeeze 080 times even tho the first left you dead//
Never calm or patient my acidic speech will bomb a nation
without conversation I’ll unleash more bars than Saddam is facing
harming contents will let you share the pain of my conscious
rearmed to launch fist that’ll slap emcees spitting lyrical nonsense
Blast bullets thick as candlesticks, ram clips into cancer sticks
while your question existence, I basically answered this
I lack patients I’ll go from 0 – 80 as quick as a cat paces
Word and the Man been sick since pumas had fat laces
You sacked in a sad stasis, your drops is tad vacant
Just a waste of a bar, like attourneys who lack cases
I stab faces, to show I really have the metal in mind
My weapon of choice, deafen your voice
Sever your spine, we stealin signs with lead jumps
Take cyanide sniffs jammed inside dynamite sticks
The size of tree trunks, have em shoved in ya chest
Ya aint considered allright jus cuz nothing is left
080
I mouth a currency hatcher with my verbal dispatcher
Attempt to take my spot and face certain disaster
It occured to me after, if I had worded this faster
A breif indulgence in my potency would leave you eternally plastered//
I seize degrees in sprees that be burnin these bastards
The lyrics I bleed with ease should be earnin my masters//
The furnace I captured lights leaves to ignite deeds
Not normally deemed in polite scenes but only in night sprees/
Wit me and Word and in a thread, the Smyth and Western curved to ya head//
Squeeze 080 times even tho the first left you dead//
Never calm or patient my acidic speech will bomb a nation
without conversation I’ll unleash more bars than Saddam is facing
harming contents will let you share the pain of my conscious
rearmed to launch fist that’ll slap emcees spitting lyrical nonsense
Blast bullets thick as candlesticks, ram clips into cancer sticks
while your question existence, I basically answered this
I lack patients I’ll go from 0 – 80 as quick as a cat paces
Word and the Man been sick since pumas had fat laces
You sacked in a sad stasis, your drops is tad vacant
Just a waste of a bar, like attourneys who lack cases
I stab faces, to show I really have the metal in mind
My weapon of choice, deafen your voice
Sever your spine, we stealin signs with lead jumps
Take cyanide sniffs jammed inside dynamite sticks
The size of tree trunks, have em shoved in ya chest
Ya aint considered allright jus cuz nothing is left