theman080
05-07-07, 01:58 PM
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Stay In Line little man or get (or get) hit
Stay In Line cadet soldier or get (or get) hit
Stay In Line Cosa Nostra or get (or get hit)
Stay In Line motherfuuuuuuuuuukkazzzzz.............bdaaaaaaaaaat
The role model is back...
Tracer's get ready to sketch, the incredible, you better accept
I'm very adept, crucifix treatment is the sequence when I bury a vet
His head and his neck, the sentencin, connectin the tek
No letterman, the only gap is that preppy suit ya buried in...
Ahead of him (who), me? dont ever think it, I'm too sick wit a set
Maliscious attempts from hitters have been viscously vexed
Infinity's next, take my buzz lightyears, the holy trinity test
And I'll double the meanin of the moniker...I did it again!
With sinister sends, its the minister, consider us friends
Finishin trends, electin for perfection til its splintered again
I BREAK BARRIERS SON! Laws too with the heat in the holster
Nine millimeter in the beater repeatedly squeezin at posers
I'll come through on the low, exit as flashy as a gay parade
Black diamonds are draped today, gold, ice, with vapors blazed
An eigth of haze escapes the fray, I'm BUCKWILD, rape a mate
And pimp her til I'm done eatin, then toss her out like paper plates
From state to state I've made the chase, beat a case for sprayin jakes
Made mistakes and changed the plates, cut the loss & dump his corpse
Run the porsche to one-oh-four, I got some M's and want some more
Stay In Line little man or get (or get) hit
Stay In Line cadet soldier or get (or get) hit
Stay In Line Cosa Nostra or get (or get hit)
Stay In Line motherfuuuuuuuuuukkazzzzz.............bdaaaaaaaaaat
But on a lyrical front, dont front, it appears that you want
The mysterious stuff, the gusto, that I'm steerin with lust
Mirror me once, shame on the c*nt whose buried in blood
For jockin theman stanzas', pop your cherry and run :violent:
Or level the gun, at the devils son til he tremblein stunned
Then dead em with ONE, sit on the throne with the heaviest blunt
I ever could want, lift restrictions on the rations, need food for you folks
No numero dos, I'm top placement, you'd be a fool to oppose
Removin ya dome, who wants a Doc tryin to stitch you
I'm an Illuminati official with a pistol to set flyin these missiles
My mind has been chizzled with gods initials while ya rhymin has fizzled
Your career is overly forgettable...and when your gone you cant remind us to miss you
Just peep the gallery guests, the spirits that a lyrics fatalities net
Dont challenge the best, not down to go a round with a vet
You may think so, but check ya personality when reality sets
Any vitiality left, not likely when all the harmin is through
Turn the microphone to a rifle-scope, acquire targets then shoot
Stay In Line little man or get (or get) hit
Stay In Line cadet soldier or get (or get) hit
Stay In Line Cosa Nostra or get (or get hit)
Stay In Line motherfuuuuuuuuuukkazzzzz.............bdaaaaaaaaaat
Your silly in speech, each facility is chilly and weak
I'm hot as hell, check the spells where my abilities reach
Fulfillin the peak, in the streets you'll see the hype shine
So stay in line, or I'll introduce ya lifeline to the knife's spine
The way you bustin is pathetic, electin for a tussle wit a henchmen
Switchblade artist with intentions to send a puzzle to the medics
If you twitch a muscle in a sentence, dont direct it top the captain of rap
Actually I'm slashin that back, its the dictator whose actions I tapped
With passionate slaps I'll flatten the traps and leave the massacres maxed
The End, no to be continued with a slim view that never gets finished
I been the best for minute, if we get in it, you'll never replenish
The legacy's set, with a bunch of C4 exsplosives where my enemies rest
So if ever they test, I'll still destroy em, even with no life or energy left
A letter to press:
Get the message with the text that I flex
Lyrical warfare, better avoid. Or there can be a corpse there...
Who the top spot belong to? I think we know the name and the rank
If you object, then listen to my 9MM GO BANG...
Stay In Line little man or get (or get) hit
Stay In Line cadet soldier or get (or get) hit
Stay In Line Cosa Nostra or get (or get hit)
Stay In Line motherfuuuuuuuuuukkazzzzz.............bdaaaaaaaaaat
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Stay In Line little man or get (or get) hit
Stay In Line cadet soldier or get (or get) hit
Stay In Line Cosa Nostra or get (or get hit)
Stay In Line motherfuuuuuuuuuukkazzzzz.............bdaaaaaaaaaat
The role model is back...
Tracer's get ready to sketch, the incredible, you better accept
I'm very adept, crucifix treatment is the sequence when I bury a vet
His head and his neck, the sentencin, connectin the tek
No letterman, the only gap is that preppy suit ya buried in...
Ahead of him (who), me? dont ever think it, I'm too sick wit a set
Maliscious attempts from hitters have been viscously vexed
Infinity's next, take my buzz lightyears, the holy trinity test
And I'll double the meanin of the moniker...I did it again!
With sinister sends, its the minister, consider us friends
Finishin trends, electin for perfection til its splintered again
I BREAK BARRIERS SON! Laws too with the heat in the holster
Nine millimeter in the beater repeatedly squeezin at posers
I'll come through on the low, exit as flashy as a gay parade
Black diamonds are draped today, gold, ice, with vapors blazed
An eigth of haze escapes the fray, I'm BUCKWILD, rape a mate
And pimp her til I'm done eatin, then toss her out like paper plates
From state to state I've made the chase, beat a case for sprayin jakes
Made mistakes and changed the plates, cut the loss & dump his corpse
Run the porsche to one-oh-four, I got some M's and want some more
Stay In Line little man or get (or get) hit
Stay In Line cadet soldier or get (or get) hit
Stay In Line Cosa Nostra or get (or get hit)
Stay In Line motherfuuuuuuuuuukkazzzzz.............bdaaaaaaaaaat
But on a lyrical front, dont front, it appears that you want
The mysterious stuff, the gusto, that I'm steerin with lust
Mirror me once, shame on the c*nt whose buried in blood
For jockin theman stanzas', pop your cherry and run :violent:
Or level the gun, at the devils son til he tremblein stunned
Then dead em with ONE, sit on the throne with the heaviest blunt
I ever could want, lift restrictions on the rations, need food for you folks
No numero dos, I'm top placement, you'd be a fool to oppose
Removin ya dome, who wants a Doc tryin to stitch you
I'm an Illuminati official with a pistol to set flyin these missiles
My mind has been chizzled with gods initials while ya rhymin has fizzled
Your career is overly forgettable...and when your gone you cant remind us to miss you
Just peep the gallery guests, the spirits that a lyrics fatalities net
Dont challenge the best, not down to go a round with a vet
You may think so, but check ya personality when reality sets
Any vitiality left, not likely when all the harmin is through
Turn the microphone to a rifle-scope, acquire targets then shoot
Stay In Line little man or get (or get) hit
Stay In Line cadet soldier or get (or get) hit
Stay In Line Cosa Nostra or get (or get hit)
Stay In Line motherfuuuuuuuuuukkazzzzz.............bdaaaaaaaaaat
Your silly in speech, each facility is chilly and weak
I'm hot as hell, check the spells where my abilities reach
Fulfillin the peak, in the streets you'll see the hype shine
So stay in line, or I'll introduce ya lifeline to the knife's spine
The way you bustin is pathetic, electin for a tussle wit a henchmen
Switchblade artist with intentions to send a puzzle to the medics
If you twitch a muscle in a sentence, dont direct it top the captain of rap
Actually I'm slashin that back, its the dictator whose actions I tapped
With passionate slaps I'll flatten the traps and leave the massacres maxed
The End, no to be continued with a slim view that never gets finished
I been the best for minute, if we get in it, you'll never replenish
The legacy's set, with a bunch of C4 exsplosives where my enemies rest
So if ever they test, I'll still destroy em, even with no life or energy left
A letter to press:
Get the message with the text that I flex
Lyrical warfare, better avoid. Or there can be a corpse there...
Who the top spot belong to? I think we know the name and the rank
If you object, then listen to my 9MM GO BANG...
Stay In Line little man or get (or get) hit
Stay In Line cadet soldier or get (or get) hit
Stay In Line Cosa Nostra or get (or get hit)
Stay In Line motherfuuuuuuuuuukkazzzzz.............bdaaaaaaaaaat
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