finals are over.....let the terror begin wit a lil key........
murderous thoughts like tital waves in my sea/ misty smog like incense flooding my sensory/ verbal tea makes the physical reinforced/ drink it when life gets coarse/ remorse, and recourse are my internal desires/ I don't burn bridges I just light small fires/ liers comin with linguistics for herbs/ like herds, the weak flock to them like birds/ absurd, is the thought of x gettin sick on ya like this/ you prolly only peeped it thinkin it was a hardgore diss...............more to come!!!!
SHORT...BUT WHO CARES...SHIT WAS ILL...HOPE CHA PASS FINALS.
NORTHSIDE OF CHICAGO
That was some ill shit man. The first lines set it off. PEACE.
No doubt you got skills fellow MC, nice key and naw wasn't looking for a diss. Dopeman!
"4 the hard way"
ahhh dope shit from ma man ILL X..shit was tight man...Dynasty krew blowin shit up...
can someone mail me the address of the tourney please/?
hardgore diss, or not, not even piss can put out a cat this hot, spittin' sick shit to make your jaw drop, (pop) oh...sorry your bones went outta place, messin' with Dynasty can mean forever being erased, blowin' up quicker then Arabs bombin' the world trade center, i'm so sick i'll turn dead saints into full blood sinners, rockin' mic harder the epicenters, rockin' earth plates, grindin' together to make your brains spill out on a silver palattered plate, most cats need weed to concentrat, rockin' mic for me is like Porno Rico lookin' at my sister tryin' to masurbate, grab your heart and put it in a save, not for keepin', just for my fresh wolfs and vamps, your bleedin' opps...that blood i think we're needin', the plasma of your sickle, and turn it to cells, leaving you to be raped in jail.
a lil' keystyle lets make it into a cypher...
ahh.. this ill give daps on.. nice keystyle
short and sweet. concise and nice. dope and ...... uhh.. dope.
bangin lil keystylee b..