X - CALIBER
06-09-07, 05:03 PM
grab a note pad...
and let the flow splash...
the SOHH poet exploding with a wrath...
do the math,i do it for cash...
i do it for laughs,i`ll even do it to you fast...
from a flick of this hand...
straight split u in half...
u a ASS,i just proved it to you ***...
stop b!tching, b!tchs aint got permission...
to speak to me unless they all about the wisdom...
head session til she swallow my children...
around me there aint no spittin period...
i`m serious...
i got a wedsday time slot rippin...
for 24hrs at serius radio gettin rediculous...
live for this,die for this...
real G`s wanna ride wit CRES...
aka MAGNUM FORCE in the flesh...
.45`ll blast a hole through ya vest and chest...
scene a mess, too obscene to report for the press...
no feelings for ya death,lyrical homicide...
when u try to ride the confines of these lines u die..
u done, stop trying and lying to ya self...
advertising about how ill u rhyming,
but no units move from the shelf...
lyrical shots leaves ya ego wit welts...
put u besides ya self,now tell me i`m not felt...
i make the chart melt,make the handicap do cart wheels,
i`m that real, i got a deal,sign for mills...
proved to the world i got true skills...
lay wit my girl and chill, rather than strippin ya will...
started rhyming for meals, grindin through the hills...
now u kneel, can u feel my pain...
labeled deranged the way i take words and rearrange...
paraphrase wit rage, my m16 bars perforate the page...
my words got my back like a lethal brigade...
one flick of the tounge and ya done when i`m on stage...
bondin wit the mic for days freestylin...
confined on a island gettin twisted and rhyming...
verbal excercising
and let the flow splash...
the SOHH poet exploding with a wrath...
do the math,i do it for cash...
i do it for laughs,i`ll even do it to you fast...
from a flick of this hand...
straight split u in half...
u a ASS,i just proved it to you ***...
stop b!tching, b!tchs aint got permission...
to speak to me unless they all about the wisdom...
head session til she swallow my children...
around me there aint no spittin period...
i`m serious...
i got a wedsday time slot rippin...
for 24hrs at serius radio gettin rediculous...
live for this,die for this...
real G`s wanna ride wit CRES...
aka MAGNUM FORCE in the flesh...
.45`ll blast a hole through ya vest and chest...
scene a mess, too obscene to report for the press...
no feelings for ya death,lyrical homicide...
when u try to ride the confines of these lines u die..
u done, stop trying and lying to ya self...
advertising about how ill u rhyming,
but no units move from the shelf...
lyrical shots leaves ya ego wit welts...
put u besides ya self,now tell me i`m not felt...
i make the chart melt,make the handicap do cart wheels,
i`m that real, i got a deal,sign for mills...
proved to the world i got true skills...
lay wit my girl and chill, rather than strippin ya will...
started rhyming for meals, grindin through the hills...
now u kneel, can u feel my pain...
labeled deranged the way i take words and rearrange...
paraphrase wit rage, my m16 bars perforate the page...
my words got my back like a lethal brigade...
one flick of the tounge and ya done when i`m on stage...
bondin wit the mic for days freestylin...
confined on a island gettin twisted and rhyming...
verbal excercising