Post by Los Tha Don on Feb 10, 2005 21:37:41 GMT -5
evil moose:
i called los out - cause I thought I saw a mirage
a sabotage spawned - by a sudden photomontage
i sense his resonance - but camouflaged by my drops
assault and battering - with more plots to have em discharged
behind these bars - is a tank full of trauma at large
bring him some drama - to be thankful im only at my spark
but when blaze hit like target darts - and dons (dawn) days are it
nails caught onto palm - till he bleeds off these charts - and prays with this
rot on the cross like a snitch - bombed on by gods - unable to duck with cut up lips
struck like razor blades - now hiding behind tinted shades - drawing blanks on lyrics
no accessory will blind the grimest emcee - of what ive scarred with my ritual tricks
no one can hear him - los is a bilingual mirror - of some textual bithc
like Egyptian hieroglyphics - a bi-sexual - envious cause no one can read his lexis
just sock him with my left fist - and you’ll know what he means - when he speaks his shi.t
slit my tongue and have it split
still I’ll spit better receivin tips - a gold rush - building up inside of my dish
youre just another trick up my sleeve - a snitch to mingle with on my list
to spread the season with a twist - withouta’ reason - bringing my jingle spits
like a sniper with a rifle - made of wooden sticks
youre earning splinters - with every burn to have you wither - penetratin those girly mitts
kidnap this snitch - in a black bag tied onto lyrical bricks
drain him of oxygen - and have it sunk into ocean ribs (ocean waves)
finish this mission with toxic halogens - to have him ripped like atomic experiments
with Intricate precision of my shots - no re-vision can misjudge the intentions I have - for los the don
(the don) in plain sight with battlefield scars - under leisure
im explaining through bars - thesaurus words - in ‘quicktime’ punch lines of seizures
got don on another los(t) - with uppercut drops - like Brutas on Julius Ceasur
youre foolin me with beef words - im the buffer, a burner that’ll turn your verse back into paper
the subliminal sniper - with rhyming schemes
generatin homicidal conspiracies - on imitations like L.T.D.
even when unconscious - dons anxious about me - like blacks with S.T.D.s
drop those tracks - as if its been leaked - onto monitor screens
cause that shit.s wack - and you cant come back with round number three
still im the cerebral textcee - with lethal actions damaging bullet proof bentleys
now don is facing - the meaning of an a cappella - with serious injuries
corrupted lung and one dead kidney - for exhaling the air - that I used to breathe
assaultin this emcee - droppin his dreams like open faucet
cause I got this - and his bodies a lifeless carcass - in a casket six feet beneath me
im getting los nerve racked - with these lyrical statements
cause dons words cracked - like ice on critical pavement
he may be intense - when ranking with moves of wolverines and cheetahs
but shi.t hes boring me - and I rather hear a rap by queen latifa
you can say im the arson - waitin for ammunitions to bust
cause when water runs - my mission is being tsunamis - to have you crushed
dons on the brink - in front line to deflect my bullets
this aint no seesaw - his reflects living defects - with words that doesnt prove shi.t
as moose lives - I’ll see you in hospital beds - rhyming lyrics and dabbing with ink
cause you’ll be in there drinking I.V.s - as a common routine
Los Tha Don:
The only thing flashy bout this sucka is his animated icon
You fuckin shoefly, left soul-less when you tried my boots on
It's like you lost the LERS, how much of an ANT can this moose be
Try to shoot me an get out-shot, I'm the king of Screech you newfy
"Lose to me" is easy for second grade meat, don't be mad at me
I snap you easily like a wishbone was your center of gravity
In battles I claim victory, you hold white flags with mercy
You're the cheesy one, remember? Why you tryin to churn me?
f*** whut ya heard, I take it off the top like the curds
When I step to this your world crumbles from too much obserd
Bout to cut this animal up like canniblas hunt in open season
Mount his head on my wall as a reminder that he was beaten
Throw his remains into Mason jars to recall when he was eaten
What a dumb move to call on Los, Wolverine crossed with Cheetah
K.O. to this cartoon personality, call me the Moosenator
Knock you flat out like Rocky you wack Bullwinkle impersonator
You had a hint of a theory until we came an you saw us
We got this moose on a library run for a theasaurus
While you're out, buy yourself some originality an class
Instead of multi-syllable words you can't define when I ask
My skill's like Kama Sutra, you still rockin missionary
Never thought "usual rules" included an Oxford dictionary
Nobody wants to take the time to read your slew of blah-blah
You not a moose, you're what it left behind, some huge ka-ka
Call me Tha Don dadda, not into that delayed shit you try on
Couldn't read your whole rhyme, I got a seizure from ya icon
Who's gonna win? Moose will, without the O-O-S
My stance is so sick it put this wreckage in the vet
A Los stampeed enables large animals to climb trees
You can't escape me, instead you battle by asking Jeeves
In this foodchain I'm a dinosaur an you're a french poodle
You quicksearch words on google an still flop like a noodle
i called los out - cause I thought I saw a mirage
a sabotage spawned - by a sudden photomontage
i sense his resonance - but camouflaged by my drops
assault and battering - with more plots to have em discharged
behind these bars - is a tank full of trauma at large
bring him some drama - to be thankful im only at my spark
but when blaze hit like target darts - and dons (dawn) days are it
nails caught onto palm - till he bleeds off these charts - and prays with this
rot on the cross like a snitch - bombed on by gods - unable to duck with cut up lips
struck like razor blades - now hiding behind tinted shades - drawing blanks on lyrics
no accessory will blind the grimest emcee - of what ive scarred with my ritual tricks
no one can hear him - los is a bilingual mirror - of some textual bithc
like Egyptian hieroglyphics - a bi-sexual - envious cause no one can read his lexis
just sock him with my left fist - and you’ll know what he means - when he speaks his shi.t
slit my tongue and have it split
still I’ll spit better receivin tips - a gold rush - building up inside of my dish
youre just another trick up my sleeve - a snitch to mingle with on my list
to spread the season with a twist - withouta’ reason - bringing my jingle spits
like a sniper with a rifle - made of wooden sticks
youre earning splinters - with every burn to have you wither - penetratin those girly mitts
kidnap this snitch - in a black bag tied onto lyrical bricks
drain him of oxygen - and have it sunk into ocean ribs (ocean waves)
finish this mission with toxic halogens - to have him ripped like atomic experiments
with Intricate precision of my shots - no re-vision can misjudge the intentions I have - for los the don
(the don) in plain sight with battlefield scars - under leisure
im explaining through bars - thesaurus words - in ‘quicktime’ punch lines of seizures
got don on another los(t) - with uppercut drops - like Brutas on Julius Ceasur
youre foolin me with beef words - im the buffer, a burner that’ll turn your verse back into paper
the subliminal sniper - with rhyming schemes
generatin homicidal conspiracies - on imitations like L.T.D.
even when unconscious - dons anxious about me - like blacks with S.T.D.s
drop those tracks - as if its been leaked - onto monitor screens
cause that shit.s wack - and you cant come back with round number three
still im the cerebral textcee - with lethal actions damaging bullet proof bentleys
now don is facing - the meaning of an a cappella - with serious injuries
corrupted lung and one dead kidney - for exhaling the air - that I used to breathe
assaultin this emcee - droppin his dreams like open faucet
cause I got this - and his bodies a lifeless carcass - in a casket six feet beneath me
im getting los nerve racked - with these lyrical statements
cause dons words cracked - like ice on critical pavement
he may be intense - when ranking with moves of wolverines and cheetahs
but shi.t hes boring me - and I rather hear a rap by queen latifa
you can say im the arson - waitin for ammunitions to bust
cause when water runs - my mission is being tsunamis - to have you crushed
dons on the brink - in front line to deflect my bullets
this aint no seesaw - his reflects living defects - with words that doesnt prove shi.t
as moose lives - I’ll see you in hospital beds - rhyming lyrics and dabbing with ink
cause you’ll be in there drinking I.V.s - as a common routine
Los Tha Don:
The only thing flashy bout this sucka is his animated icon
You fuckin shoefly, left soul-less when you tried my boots on
It's like you lost the LERS, how much of an ANT can this moose be
Try to shoot me an get out-shot, I'm the king of Screech you newfy
"Lose to me" is easy for second grade meat, don't be mad at me
I snap you easily like a wishbone was your center of gravity
In battles I claim victory, you hold white flags with mercy
You're the cheesy one, remember? Why you tryin to churn me?
f*** whut ya heard, I take it off the top like the curds
When I step to this your world crumbles from too much obserd
Bout to cut this animal up like canniblas hunt in open season
Mount his head on my wall as a reminder that he was beaten
Throw his remains into Mason jars to recall when he was eaten
What a dumb move to call on Los, Wolverine crossed with Cheetah
K.O. to this cartoon personality, call me the Moosenator
Knock you flat out like Rocky you wack Bullwinkle impersonator
You had a hint of a theory until we came an you saw us
We got this moose on a library run for a theasaurus
While you're out, buy yourself some originality an class
Instead of multi-syllable words you can't define when I ask
My skill's like Kama Sutra, you still rockin missionary
Never thought "usual rules" included an Oxford dictionary
Nobody wants to take the time to read your slew of blah-blah
You not a moose, you're what it left behind, some huge ka-ka
Call me Tha Don dadda, not into that delayed shit you try on
Couldn't read your whole rhyme, I got a seizure from ya icon
Who's gonna win? Moose will, without the O-O-S
My stance is so sick it put this wreckage in the vet
A Los stampeed enables large animals to climb trees
You can't escape me, instead you battle by asking Jeeves
In this foodchain I'm a dinosaur an you're a french poodle
You quicksearch words on google an still flop like a noodle