theman080
10-24-07, 11:57 AM
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The depature is now...
"My heart bleeds the blood of felonies
The blood of Superman, the blood that I've never seen
You seem like the shook type..."
"All you sorry street rejects"
"...Seem like the shook type..."
"Bout to go up in smoke, seats ejectin..." - Royce 5'9
Its the prelude to the exodus, wit specalist prose
Incredible flows the method *****, exceptional tone
Boxin these ho's to death and ****, Sylvester Stallone
Watchin Apollo get the best of it, levellin domes
I'm heavy to hold and wont fold, behold the holy
I don't mean my foes corpse, peep scrolls in Sony
High definition the description when supplyin the best
My **** ridden wit these infants and deny em a cent
Still they sippin like egyptians when the Nile was fresh
Surround sound wit a fast flow, the pound to ya asshole
Pump a round in a ****in clown, a Dumb It Down fiasco
Meaning explaining a meaning is a waste of my words
Defacing these herbs and make em burn, fade em in turn
Blazin em first wit hot flows thats killin the climate
Global warming in fast forward while I filter the finest
Pillage a tyrants', homeland exposes bones wit chrome man
Focussed flows are so bland when thrown in wit these ho bands
Who considered as crews but outclassed, editions abused
Droppin these trashy tracks and than littered the proof
Cripple these dudes and their gay captain's glittery troops
"My heart bleeds the blood of felonies
The blood of Superman, the blood that I've never seen
You seem like the shook type..."
"All you sorry street rejects"
"...Seem like the shook type..."
"Bout to go up in smoke, seats ejectin..." - Royce 5'9
Now to these clown rappers wit whack trash in statements
I'll clap packs in hatred then match mags wit Satan
Never complacent in what I'm chasin til black bags is waitin
Ya stats sag so face it, you aint matchin the Don
Automatically bomb so savagely, humanity's gone
When I back out from sanity, attach the qu'ran
An issue a government fulled cover-up
Just before the sun is up
I'm runnin through these mother-****s, you know what it is
You knew the crew I'm rollin with is totally sick
With the dosage legit, top collabs, solo's is piff
Expose you as *****, a bad influence to simple ****
Ya poppa was a rolling stone, explode the chrome
Put holes in foes to get papes and finish it
Set straight in minutes *****, "We Up" like the Mobb
Loaded pumps is the job, then throw em up
& Dump on ya squad...
"My heart bleeds the blood of felonies
The blood of Superman, the blood that I've never seen
You seem like the shook type..."
"All you sorry street rejects"
"...Seem like the shook type..."
"Bout to go up in smoke, seats ejectin..." - Royce 5'9
The depature is now...
"My heart bleeds the blood of felonies
The blood of Superman, the blood that I've never seen
You seem like the shook type..."
"All you sorry street rejects"
"...Seem like the shook type..."
"Bout to go up in smoke, seats ejectin..." - Royce 5'9
Its the prelude to the exodus, wit specalist prose
Incredible flows the method *****, exceptional tone
Boxin these ho's to death and ****, Sylvester Stallone
Watchin Apollo get the best of it, levellin domes
I'm heavy to hold and wont fold, behold the holy
I don't mean my foes corpse, peep scrolls in Sony
High definition the description when supplyin the best
My **** ridden wit these infants and deny em a cent
Still they sippin like egyptians when the Nile was fresh
Surround sound wit a fast flow, the pound to ya asshole
Pump a round in a ****in clown, a Dumb It Down fiasco
Meaning explaining a meaning is a waste of my words
Defacing these herbs and make em burn, fade em in turn
Blazin em first wit hot flows thats killin the climate
Global warming in fast forward while I filter the finest
Pillage a tyrants', homeland exposes bones wit chrome man
Focussed flows are so bland when thrown in wit these ho bands
Who considered as crews but outclassed, editions abused
Droppin these trashy tracks and than littered the proof
Cripple these dudes and their gay captain's glittery troops
"My heart bleeds the blood of felonies
The blood of Superman, the blood that I've never seen
You seem like the shook type..."
"All you sorry street rejects"
"...Seem like the shook type..."
"Bout to go up in smoke, seats ejectin..." - Royce 5'9
Now to these clown rappers wit whack trash in statements
I'll clap packs in hatred then match mags wit Satan
Never complacent in what I'm chasin til black bags is waitin
Ya stats sag so face it, you aint matchin the Don
Automatically bomb so savagely, humanity's gone
When I back out from sanity, attach the qu'ran
An issue a government fulled cover-up
Just before the sun is up
I'm runnin through these mother-****s, you know what it is
You knew the crew I'm rollin with is totally sick
With the dosage legit, top collabs, solo's is piff
Expose you as *****, a bad influence to simple ****
Ya poppa was a rolling stone, explode the chrome
Put holes in foes to get papes and finish it
Set straight in minutes *****, "We Up" like the Mobb
Loaded pumps is the job, then throw em up
& Dump on ya squad...
"My heart bleeds the blood of felonies
The blood of Superman, the blood that I've never seen
You seem like the shook type..."
"All you sorry street rejects"
"...Seem like the shook type..."
"Bout to go up in smoke, seats ejectin..." - Royce 5'9