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Moshpit
- {ForeverLucid}
- ill introduce ya, salute the producer
- muted and suited now rebooted seducer
- 15 years dissapears once reveared by peers
- smears from gears and ears, career interferes
- expertise deceased, the disease is belief
- release the leashed police to conceed defeat
- restarted uncharted departing the tardis
- rewinding your prime, reassigned grind started
- rapping reattacking uncapping and untrapping
- lacking back cracking, exact relaxed fact hacking
- know the flow through the grow, its slow but it shows
- be exposed and unapposed to the bros and the pros
- learning and earning, for respect resurging
- hairpins for virgins, rewording excursions
- reversions of diversions by surgeons insertions
- reamerging a reworrking by serving the dispertions
- an example to sample, my rambles and angles
- mangled and unscrambled, now handled the gamble
- entangled and strangled i ambled from shambles
- now i dangle, by my ankles, feeling thankful and substantial
- {HolyServant}
- All this stuff in my head, i need to seize it
- Like being garbage some type of diseases
- I got rap in my veins, If you cut me I'ma bleed it
- Gimme a rap pill, in a second I'ma need it
- you rap by yourself, that's kinda bizarre
- trash your house, I'ma rap in your yard
- I'm in the light, and you still stuck in the dark
- I'm just rappin' why you lookin alarmed
- lets get dope, i'm not taklin bout smokin
- I'm talkin about music that has an emotion
- I spit rhymes, and aint no thinkin
- I'm not be big, but at least I'm sneakin
- I think I'm sick, I gotta fever
- Kill your rap with my rhyming cleaver
- You're the jugde, and call me the dealer
- Rappin so fast,I think I'm gettin a seizure
- aint no one knowin until i spit
- I can do it myself, don't need a script
- {Oh}
- Rappers I monkey flip em with the funky rhythm I be kickin
- Musician, inflictin composition
- of pain I'm like Scarface sniffin cocaine
- Holdin a M 16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now
- Bulletholes left in my peepholes
- I'm suited up in street clothes
- Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes
- Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay
- I keep some E&J, sittin bent up in the stairway
- Or either on the corner bettin Grants with the celo champs
- Laughin at baseheads, tryin to sell some broken amps
- G Packs get off quick, forever *****talk **
- Remeniscing about the last time the Task Force flipped
- ****be runnin through the block shootin
- Time to start the revolution, catch a body head for Houston
- Once they caught us off guard, the Mac 10 was in the grass and
- I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin
- Pick the Mac up, told brothers, “Back up,” the Mac spit
- Lead was hittin *****one ran, I made him backflip
- {XERO}
- Man, guns blowing smoke rolling out ya barrel filing their apparel with bulletholes, call it disposing.
- In this game people will be boasting, while other rappers be loathing, soaking dead bodies in the ocean.
- Best part of the competition, isn't the reputation it's the fans, their giving you all of their patience.
- You cannot be impatient, in this life you must embrace it. it's hard, but if you can face the temptation,
- you'll be there for the reincarnation of an older generation. I'm talking about the rappers that used to gab in the station,
- try to beef but the newer version is more elite. messing around with something that you can't beat, cats tryna snack on me?
- dawg, i'll eat you like a treat. In this game to win it? no, just tryna show my foes, that my arsenic flow is my memo.
- so why dont they get it yo? I can mold rappers around like play dough, but they still call me cliche though. its in my DNA bro,
- im literally insane amigo. I'll make these emcees disappear like "presto." hit em' in the head with a shovel; throw em' in my backhoe.
- I love all of my fans, thats why I try to make these rhymes you see advanced, it's part of my master plan. Yeah, I've got my good side,
- bad ones bigger, not afraid to pull the trigger, yeah im in eighth grade, may as well call me the next kruger. its like a dream to you,
- all your nightmares coming true. givin' you the worst scares, its unfair, left a scar upon your face and the cuts spell beware.
- I shed a tear every night, yeah for the men that went and died out on the line so I could go to sleep tonight.
- when I write feel like im in a tight bind, cause my mind's not as inclined, as these other rappers that can freakin type.
- I gotta spit these lines, not to pass the time, to get this message through your mind, put this down as a reminder,
- I did not fucking survive but, I have been revived so look out for my hot rhymes, i'll make them stick in your mind,
- no fucking "never mind," bro I've got this bitch entwined. call me up like, "whats the sitch?" just felt like roasting this freaking bitch.
- got my platinum plated nine, hit me up one last time, the collab of the century, and I'm proud to call it mine. [Whoo!]
- {Syndicate}
- yo my name is the Syndicate, mentally getting equitted, charged with
- copyright cause my verses always written, NAH,
- i'm lyrically capable of ripping your body in half, opponents I smash,
- leave your body inside the trash, left in a cast, rolled into a casket,
- i'm bashing these maggots and ranting on rap threads my lines so sharp
- the katana like a poisonous dart,
- i'm from Cali though, young'n entering the Houston scene, gotta be
- talented cause i'm still making that green, a young man inner city not a
- boy toy, not one to be messed with he loves playing with weapons,
- this is not me snapping, i'm simply trapping these rhyme schemes
- into fractions, when I flip the script you get clipped into six chips of mixed
- crips, bloods, honkeys, horses, and donkeys that's #6 dicks, i'm simply
- rhyming though, emcees known for climbing ropes, my 9 is shiny chrome
- so I reframe from blasting dome's, my records been clean, ever since I
- was 16 I was known for mugging 6th street, but i'm 15? how can I tell the
- future when i'm reminiscing 'bout the mixed stream? I been keen,
- faithful to my fans, puns make 'em go wilder than a midstream,
- when i'm wilding out on stage I keep in mind that the kids scream,
- my syndicate's composed of a couple of homo's, that's Frodo,
- Eddie Murphy, and a Cholo, this Mashup is just another collaboration
- of greats, degenerating fakes, and obliterating the game
- [WHOOOOO!, damn, gotta do that again sometime!]
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