theman080
03-01-07, 09:59 PM
Final call man, line up, the prices is droppin...
We got one more right, one more, yeah we got that for ya...
Cherish it though, its been a long time comin...
The hiatus originated through statments I've illustrated
Creations I've demonstrated with the settlement degredated
The levels I've penetrated through the temple I've purged
Levelled through words with devilish slurs, impact is emphatic
Charmin tarot cards as they hatchin, flippin wit dramatic arcobatics
Admittedly iniquitous, seen chattering ******s flattened
The descendent of ammendments dependent on epidemics
Brutality's vocabulary and the advesary of every tennent replenished
Slim vitality a grim reality, rappers speak the word of the flawed
Constructing a bridge of splinters by beginners, furnished to fall
Speaking sermons so raw, painted portaits of the orphans I purposely caused
Parents concerned with the wrong, unarmed but determined to brawl
Could be eternally thawed on the suns surface so the burden would fall
But my soul escapes through such measures, I was murdered by dawn
The dark age I came and wit a sharp blade was slain
Waited sun up wit my gun up, but they had a hard guage and sprayed
Eventually others adapted nomadic fashions and then vanished completely
Forgotten names adopted reigns, til I had em shattered completely
Activity fluxuated but eventually the shallow talent pool drew still
True skills were a memory, secondary to emissaries who stooped still
They sound pathetic in regretted and doubted methods
If Christ held their talent on top of water, they'd probably drown in seconds
...Hip Hop Has Died This Mornin...
..She's dead..
.She's Dead.
Reality Death was a conspirator, drew up a blueprint in still silence
LRP was a chilled pirate, commited to see me a victim of real violence
Irish Dipstick and his rediculous imprints embedded wit slow poison
I avoided it and was devoid of it, even though most falled
Now my names been called...it is what it is...
080, the departed, a victim of his environment
080, the departed, hall of fame quality ****...
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Shout out to all the real muthafukkas that used to frequent this bytch, the catz from my era, #1, Killah E, thaNYsus and all of them...shout out to Wordsmyth, Cinsere, WIZE, Yaga, Cali, Prolific and any others I collabed wit...and good look to Courtdog and his aliases.....I'm ghost from Open Mic for a while
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We got one more right, one more, yeah we got that for ya...
Cherish it though, its been a long time comin...
The hiatus originated through statments I've illustrated
Creations I've demonstrated with the settlement degredated
The levels I've penetrated through the temple I've purged
Levelled through words with devilish slurs, impact is emphatic
Charmin tarot cards as they hatchin, flippin wit dramatic arcobatics
Admittedly iniquitous, seen chattering ******s flattened
The descendent of ammendments dependent on epidemics
Brutality's vocabulary and the advesary of every tennent replenished
Slim vitality a grim reality, rappers speak the word of the flawed
Constructing a bridge of splinters by beginners, furnished to fall
Speaking sermons so raw, painted portaits of the orphans I purposely caused
Parents concerned with the wrong, unarmed but determined to brawl
Could be eternally thawed on the suns surface so the burden would fall
But my soul escapes through such measures, I was murdered by dawn
The dark age I came and wit a sharp blade was slain
Waited sun up wit my gun up, but they had a hard guage and sprayed
Eventually others adapted nomadic fashions and then vanished completely
Forgotten names adopted reigns, til I had em shattered completely
Activity fluxuated but eventually the shallow talent pool drew still
True skills were a memory, secondary to emissaries who stooped still
They sound pathetic in regretted and doubted methods
If Christ held their talent on top of water, they'd probably drown in seconds
...Hip Hop Has Died This Mornin...
..She's dead..
.She's Dead.
Reality Death was a conspirator, drew up a blueprint in still silence
LRP was a chilled pirate, commited to see me a victim of real violence
Irish Dipstick and his rediculous imprints embedded wit slow poison
I avoided it and was devoid of it, even though most falled
Now my names been called...it is what it is...
080, the departed, a victim of his environment
080, the departed, hall of fame quality ****...
____________________________________________________
____________________________________________________
____________________________________________________
Shout out to all the real muthafukkas that used to frequent this bytch, the catz from my era, #1, Killah E, thaNYsus and all of them...shout out to Wordsmyth, Cinsere, WIZE, Yaga, Cali, Prolific and any others I collabed wit...and good look to Courtdog and his aliases.....I'm ghost from Open Mic for a while
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