No Strings Attatched...Connection Underground w/ Puppetmaster
PM and I hooked up on AIM and decided to drop some quick isht back and forth out of respect. Peep it! BEAT is (MHZ, "This Year")
AvK in regular text Puppetmaster in bold text
The turn tables may wobble but they wont fall down
Spit it so wet your boombox just might drown From the city's light's to the boondocks we got nice
sounds... when me and Gritty grab the mic .. we burn
speaker cables three blocks down....
The sky claps breaking barriers of sound No strings attatched...connection underground
You say we're abstract...I say its moving art
gliding behind a prism filled shopping cart
with rusted wheels wobbling as the contents drop
Spit darts that split each other behind one another
until the bull's eye cataracts action cant counter act
matter of fact my matters of fact matter's so much
if I lacked truth the earth's equalibrium would fall flat
you know the drill...the beat thrills
add us to the plot and you got a look that kills...
...We leave rooks shook for thrills, rusty hooks you push
we kill, blood curdling screams ensue from the panic
instilled, when two of the most e-vil.... mental
majestics spill.. metaphors that's epic.. developed
from skills, that's destined to send chills...
interplanetary, intergalatic, cinematic enactment's of
actions guaranteed to smash on the half assed and
stagnant cats that's babblin'...assassin's taxing,
never relaxing, satisfactions attained only when
factions and their facets is lying in fragments....
...ratchet gidgets to fabricate cataclismic gadgets
pull snakes from my sleeve so theirs more space for
magic
displace static then diss position them under your
puffy pillow
so as soon as you stop sleeping, your mental gets
kindled...
we bend, spindle and fold reps, pour your respect in a
thimble...discontent brings death in a suspenseful
cycle of simple...phrases coined wit no expenses
co-joined by the mentals...we on the build and you've
appexed your potential...at break neck speed you
itched to create havoc...now we causing rapid
division and separation of body parts because of your
static...
...Right back were i left it like a dj runnin it back for
the skeptics
F!ck it im on some battle sh!t, opposition apposed
stands on a faulty cliff facing my gusting drift
With a flick of a wrist I strike sicker than a Jimmy
Hendrix rift
My wordery is stronger than forged wheels, steel wills, and factory fabricating poetry so ill
that you might mistake our art that kills for obituary articles
Step to the mic with hulk type might, act like you know
I got the crowd in site forming ocean undertoes, from my flows
The sky claps breaking barriers of sound No strings attatched...connection underground!!!
The turn tables may wobble but they wont fall down
Spit it so wet the boombox just might drown From the city's light's to the boondocks we got nice
sounds... when me and Gritty grab the mic .. we burn
speaker cables three blocks down....
"Freedom of speech mother****er" (singing:I've got no strings to hold me down to make me fret to make me frown, i had strings, but now im free, there are no strings on me) Step in the club smoothly with the L in my hand, *****es know that im a phreak like the elephant man, intelligent plans **** a record deal i want development land with my benevolent clan, and thats the reason that i only trust my fam, 40k records sold 400 grand, **** a middle man i wont pay anyone else, ill bootleg it and sell it to the streets myself, id rather be that then stuck on the shelf, and because of this executives try to diss me? racism frozen in time like Walt Disney, and now they say they wanna get me signed to the majors, if i switch up my politics and change my behavior, try to tell me what to rhyme about over the beat, b1tch n1ggas that never spent a day in the street, but i repeat that, nobody can hold my reigns, i put the truth on tracks n1gga simple and plain. (singing:Ive got no strings so i have fun, im not tied up to anyone, they got strings but you can see, there are no strings on me)
I guess to America ima disaster, a slave that was destined to own his masters, independent in every single sense of the word, i say what i want you **** little sensitive herb, this is america?, i thought we had freedom of speech?,but now you wanna try to control the way that i speak, and O'Reilly you think your a patriot? you aint nothin but a muhafuc|<in racist b1tch, full of hatred, pressin the button tryin to eject me, but i aint got no mutha****in deal with pepsi, no corporate sponsor tellin me what to do, askin me to tone it down during an interview, tryin ta minimize the issue but im keepin it large, i love the place i live but i hate the people in charge, speakin is hard when you got strings attatched, so ima say it for you cuz i dont got none of that, and if you didnt understand what i spit at yo brain, eyo son, let this lil nigguh explain. (singing:I got no strings so i have fun im not tied up to anyone, they got strings but you can see, there are no strings on me)
Come on son you know how i do, immortal technique dot com live for you,and i know sometimes it be makin you nervous, the way i smash puppet rappers that belong in the circus, you muthaphuckas just cant compare, lookin for a fanbase thats no longer there, i know that your scared, and your hiding up in the cut, but this is freedom of speech n1gga tell em whats up.
Spoken: Word n1gguh, FUC|< John Ashcroft, nigguh FUC|< FOX NEWS,FUC|< those snake a$$ b1tches tryin to manipulate your opinion, like we invaded *****s cuz we wanna free them, you racist muthaphuckas you dont give a **** about those people, you can suck muh DIIIIIIIICK. Another rum n coke at the bar nigguh, its my day off word up,**** it, for the kids *laugh* for the kids *laugh*. Beat Bandits.
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No Strings Attatched...Connection Underground w/ Puppetmaster
