21 punch salute...DROP YOURS

[Lord Deacon Of Frost]

hold ya breath like the spirits hold ya rep/
cold as death , red roses for the soul thats left/
untold is depth, conquest and return the best/
concerned with what has not been determined yet/
whats left after we pass away, after grace/
theres too much that i have to say, fast I race/
speak till there is no more power in my viens/
after all theres not enough hours in the day/


I'm so awesome its crazy

[drummu]

hold ya breath like the spirits hold ya rep/
cold as death , red roses for the soul thats left/
untold is depth, conquest and return the best/
concerned with what has not been determined yet/
whats left after we pass away, after grace/
theres too much that i have to say, fast I race/
speak till there is no more power in my viens/
after all theres not enough hours in the day/


I'm so awesome its crazy

ok

[Lord Deacon Of Frost]

hold ya breath like the spirits hold ya rep/
cold as death , red roses for the soul thats left/
untold is depth, conquest and return the best/
concerned with what has not been determined yet/
whats left after we pass away, after grace/
theres too much that i have to say, fast I race/
speak till there is no more power in my viens/
after all theres not enough hours in the day/


I'm so awesome its crazy

ok

still better than you tho

[Mad]

hold ya breath like the spirits hold ya rep/
cold as death , red roses for the soul thats left/
untold is depth, conquest and return the best/
concerned with what has not been determined yet/
whats left after we pass away, after grace/
theres too much that i have to say, fast I race/
speak till there is no more power in my viens/
after all theres not enough hours in the day/


I'm so awesome its crazy

good work on the rhyme scheme, your english tutor did a great job, now what are u, a poet? did u find sheakspeares rhyme book?

[MOFF G]

  on the 3rd gun bang/ when that fat lady sang/
deep beneath the ground levels i dwell/ my surface is hell/
centrepoint where the earth boils/
the land that man declared sacred/ 1000's of acres/
 howling sounds of the soul takers/ doom harbingers/
cliff hangers/ only visualized in night scanners/
it was sad when they put on tha new blanket/
soil covers/
 flat chested/ i know u'll sleep restless/
the demonised and detested/ one to have received to much hatred/
controversial u always had been debated/
 truly this life u impacted/ hence u they saluted/
fallen souljah, neva had a gun/
but his spits so gevaarlik: staan jy saam?
met a stomp mes, hulle kaap hy laam/
niemand ken sy naam maar hulle se hy vol skaam!!

mr Devious from the dead he will come!!

[GreenBat]

I wrote da perfect rhyme
Then soaked it in turpentine
Da only way u'll murda mine is
if u work wit a 9
So for da last time...everytime
i'm back on da street da pitter-patter
of little feet'll trample da beat
U just a cheap ass parlour trick
Not much to depict
Dat's why u sucking on a dick
Instead of amping it BIG
I'm upping da ante kid...so u'll be anti
this shit
Semantics made me equiped & dat's da
reason i spit
I do backflips...I do jumping Jacks when
I rip
I do handstands...I'm fit enuff to sit in
da splits
Rapping a verse backwards dat starts
wit a diss
& ends wit a fucken fist cracking all o'
ur ribs
So if u wanna brawl go bang a wall wit
ur mitts
As i call on Apocalypse to murda all o'
ur bids
Da lyrics dat's in my midsts i use to
cause an eclipse
I cud cover da fucken Sun wit all my
lyrical scripts
Urs is in little bits of unreadable text
U was in need of legs
I was being on edge & wat wud u wanna
bet dat i can beat u to death?
Altho my rhythm's in a mess i'm still
considered da best...Eva to grab a mic
wit invincible flesh
While da Dj runs a request line for da
headsDoing wat Simon says...my repertoire's on
par
& i got more style & flava than a Mardigras.

[MOFF G]

My rhyme skills trapped and locked in a Jack box/
But still I rise up from the docks/
Like that day when I faced up to the magistrate/
Give me my term; help me face up to the faggots that wanna spray on me they sperm/
Life in the pen/ life of glam/ weed bust with all of them/
Warders; timers and big bullers/ the joint rulers/
Those boys who be the dice rollers/ criminal mind scholars/
Educate to elevate the brains that will infiltrate to disintegrate rings of the high rollers/
I got nabbed for sumthin small, but I did it all/ fed my brains with the thieves scrolls/
Prominent I stood tall/
Almost went down like wolves engulfed in a volcanic eruption/
But like they say hold the burning coal till its cold/
Hand strangle a man tilll his body cold/ that’s how u know ur soul is sold/
Moff spits sick shit that gives ur body bumps like chicken pox/
Shackles and chain locks/ on my feet to keep me bound in this steel box/
Wish I was David Blaine/ I wud endure the pain to enjoy the freedom gain/
In a different plain/ wonder if he wud meditate or feel like he trapped/
Freedom is everything but what if it get taken away/
No jokes and no play/ u get a modeled and scheduled day/
 That’s how we pay!!


to my brothers locked down....

[da kid x]

Hope yal caught Siz N Scoop on yfm last nyt..ya b0i was rippin ish apart wit da All Stars..look for me..slowly comin up.

[The Angry Hand of God]

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