SwordZ God
05-15-07, 07:47 PM
Part 1 was on AHH, lost and long gone now but I liked the concept so here is part two. Enjoy:
I've been a problem
listen Von Neuman could'n't solve em
call me "self" centered
my waist is surrounded with revolvers
the way that I'm rocking, I could put the metal to punks
the industry's a change meter
I'm blowing up paying fifty Cent before I self destruct
I can put you outta yah misery quick
trick up my sleeve with money outta the pocket,
I came from a long line of pimps:laugh:
wordplay is banannas
only dues you herbs pay is yah taxes
I could keep a sperm bank lamping the way I'm sonnin you nerds like Sanford
call me Jet Li or roundhouse Chun Li
either way that I kick it, you'll call me Bruce Lee of the Looseleaf :king:
died and came back to life through music like Pac concored me
dropping so much ****, exlax dying to sponsor me
off with yah head
Im the Jack of all spades......sucka
to take my wig off, it'll cost you more than a arm and a leg
I am Jack Bauer spitten
flexing on *****s all day like I'm a spokesman for 24 Hour fitness
the fatal flow kills *****s without a shot regardless
if you a floral manager, I"ll prolly have yah moms flower picken (yeah)
words of God painted in red till they elope with scriptures
driveby with a clip
so when you get shot runnin they'll call it a motion picture
this is Kill You Records, with a budget that'll do more than off you pricks
try to branch out like a tree then I'll cut off yah limbs
so when the Cannon flashes
they'll be more than a Director yelling cut when yo ass is flying off the cliff
lotta rap actors is lying and falling off the script
good balance so when you clowns come with the wire, I won't fall off you snitch
the kid is off,I'm sick
so if they burried you with Vicks 44 in yah 3 piece it couldn't help you out with and when the coffin/coughing fits, ****a
and whoever wanna attest my ****, dude
is gettin penned down like coming to a test with a pencil
merk you perfect when I draw the line with nothing lest than a stencil
so when I'm drawing blood it aint a nurse comin with a TACK TO PRICK YOU!!!!
I'mma a mob boss so **** around and be a target
bury you next to Bob Ross, you'll really be a underground artist
I played strip poker in a nudist resort, all bets is off, yah see
heard yah single,
coulda mistook you for a retired cop how you fall off the beat
it aint a jigsaw puzzle when I maul off a piece and Saw off yah feet
way ahead of *****s, kicking up dust in this rap race, hauling off in cleets (whew)
so sick of the hatred for real
lotta monkey business goin on
rappers got apes negotiating there deals
return of the black fist snuffing the system like Bunchy Jones is living
dispell the rumors that I aint dope when the flow burns what yah nosey nose was sniffing
nobody knows they ****ted on till they hear the toilet flush
I'm balling retarded, listen I just put new rims on a short bus:laugh:
I'm the king, and it's well known I'm even prone to boast
got yah ***** stitching cheerios together to sowe my royal oats
you *****s is smalltime spitten with the intentions to get bigger
I'm so dope, if I sneezed, I'd get arrested for intending to deliver
you pretending to be iller? aint stopped smokin cigs but I'll "off a square"
yah biological clock rivals Don Imus when I choke you and cut "off the air"
and you frauds keep ducking the crown
truth is, off the head *****s can't "hold swords" like an armless Duncan McCloud
woke up on the wrong side of the bed, had the urge to shoot suttin
difference is
Cho grabbed a ratchet, I rolled over and hit the snooze button
lotta dudes frontin like SwordZ got defeated
and thats when you lost your life
not talkin murder, but when the board got deleted
netcees' lives revolve round a ****in keyboard
thats not me cause when me got bored.....me logged on
and thats when alot more retreated (ha)
these days I'm alot more discrete and alive for the kill
get ran over
I can do it better than a cavemen behind the wheel
put my pen to the test and it'll look like a genius next to most of these nerds
when I write some **** that'll blow your mind like David Cronenburg
haters wanna settle scores and vendettas
till I pull the A-K out and make em recite the alphabet with 24 letters
I keep my yap shut while most of ya'll gossip
and stay watching theatre plays in the bathtub, I call em soap operas
ya'll have awaken a beast, warning for those who crept on me
sleep is the cousine of death
I'll murder the relatives of those who slept on me
tired of being the calm and collective type
words explode on the page
clutching napalm in my palm with the pen till you respect what I write
flexing in vice, I'm like Hitler painting a picture with hate in the scriptures
ya'll just recovering alcholics cause ya'll aint touching the Crown
wait in haste while I deliver the upgraded version of Vista
I'm like Window's for assholes the way I'm shuttin.......S H I T......down
I've been a problem
listen Von Neuman could'n't solve em
call me "self" centered
my waist is surrounded with revolvers
the way that I'm rocking, I could put the metal to punks
the industry's a change meter
I'm blowing up paying fifty Cent before I self destruct
I can put you outta yah misery quick
trick up my sleeve with money outta the pocket,
I came from a long line of pimps:laugh:
wordplay is banannas
only dues you herbs pay is yah taxes
I could keep a sperm bank lamping the way I'm sonnin you nerds like Sanford
call me Jet Li or roundhouse Chun Li
either way that I kick it, you'll call me Bruce Lee of the Looseleaf :king:
died and came back to life through music like Pac concored me
dropping so much ****, exlax dying to sponsor me
off with yah head
Im the Jack of all spades......sucka
to take my wig off, it'll cost you more than a arm and a leg
I am Jack Bauer spitten
flexing on *****s all day like I'm a spokesman for 24 Hour fitness
the fatal flow kills *****s without a shot regardless
if you a floral manager, I"ll prolly have yah moms flower picken (yeah)
words of God painted in red till they elope with scriptures
driveby with a clip
so when you get shot runnin they'll call it a motion picture
this is Kill You Records, with a budget that'll do more than off you pricks
try to branch out like a tree then I'll cut off yah limbs
so when the Cannon flashes
they'll be more than a Director yelling cut when yo ass is flying off the cliff
lotta rap actors is lying and falling off the script
good balance so when you clowns come with the wire, I won't fall off you snitch
the kid is off,I'm sick
so if they burried you with Vicks 44 in yah 3 piece it couldn't help you out with and when the coffin/coughing fits, ****a
and whoever wanna attest my ****, dude
is gettin penned down like coming to a test with a pencil
merk you perfect when I draw the line with nothing lest than a stencil
so when I'm drawing blood it aint a nurse comin with a TACK TO PRICK YOU!!!!
I'mma a mob boss so **** around and be a target
bury you next to Bob Ross, you'll really be a underground artist
I played strip poker in a nudist resort, all bets is off, yah see
heard yah single,
coulda mistook you for a retired cop how you fall off the beat
it aint a jigsaw puzzle when I maul off a piece and Saw off yah feet
way ahead of *****s, kicking up dust in this rap race, hauling off in cleets (whew)
so sick of the hatred for real
lotta monkey business goin on
rappers got apes negotiating there deals
return of the black fist snuffing the system like Bunchy Jones is living
dispell the rumors that I aint dope when the flow burns what yah nosey nose was sniffing
nobody knows they ****ted on till they hear the toilet flush
I'm balling retarded, listen I just put new rims on a short bus:laugh:
I'm the king, and it's well known I'm even prone to boast
got yah ***** stitching cheerios together to sowe my royal oats
you *****s is smalltime spitten with the intentions to get bigger
I'm so dope, if I sneezed, I'd get arrested for intending to deliver
you pretending to be iller? aint stopped smokin cigs but I'll "off a square"
yah biological clock rivals Don Imus when I choke you and cut "off the air"
and you frauds keep ducking the crown
truth is, off the head *****s can't "hold swords" like an armless Duncan McCloud
woke up on the wrong side of the bed, had the urge to shoot suttin
difference is
Cho grabbed a ratchet, I rolled over and hit the snooze button
lotta dudes frontin like SwordZ got defeated
and thats when you lost your life
not talkin murder, but when the board got deleted
netcees' lives revolve round a ****in keyboard
thats not me cause when me got bored.....me logged on
and thats when alot more retreated (ha)
these days I'm alot more discrete and alive for the kill
get ran over
I can do it better than a cavemen behind the wheel
put my pen to the test and it'll look like a genius next to most of these nerds
when I write some **** that'll blow your mind like David Cronenburg
haters wanna settle scores and vendettas
till I pull the A-K out and make em recite the alphabet with 24 letters
I keep my yap shut while most of ya'll gossip
and stay watching theatre plays in the bathtub, I call em soap operas
ya'll have awaken a beast, warning for those who crept on me
sleep is the cousine of death
I'll murder the relatives of those who slept on me
tired of being the calm and collective type
words explode on the page
clutching napalm in my palm with the pen till you respect what I write
flexing in vice, I'm like Hitler painting a picture with hate in the scriptures
ya'll just recovering alcholics cause ya'll aint touching the Crown
wait in haste while I deliver the upgraded version of Vista
I'm like Window's for assholes the way I'm shuttin.......S H I T......down