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Post by Los Tha Don on Jul 26, 2007 20:02:07 GMT -5
LOS THA DON:
The murderous soul can swallow one whole like donuts// Kinda sounds funny don't it? Till you caught up in a hold up// Tales told from glitter an gold to ho's lookin like Moses// Somebody shoulda told us life would be this rough Before it was shoved unda our noses// Make like a devil in dirt, suck it up an smell the roses// It's this REAL cypher shit right HURRR, keep us on tippy toeses// Scriptures from God versus personal faith exploding// Religion corrosive, decomposive Leak thoughts like holes in water hoses// Los stay explosive, reload clips like trigga fingas with amnesia// I'm WHITE and I'm SOLID like a mineral called magnesia// Turn ya smile melancholic, leave you in a state of anaesthesia// Mangle your spirit, leave ya body in more pieces than Indonesia// These rhymes to tease the newbs like french ticklers do virgins// To all the ignorant dude's tryin to cut me up, you'll need a surgeon// I'm worse than most guys who show up Once in a blue moon to cypher// You couldn't decipher this dangerous mind If you were related to Michelle Pfeiffer//
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Post by Los Tha Don on Jul 27, 2007 17:10:47 GMT -5
all day baby...
My verse rips your CHEST open, probably why you took it to HEART Your burst on the keys was thoughtless like spontaneous anal farts Your face a board for DARTS, I hit the TARGET before I started The integrity of your wordplay went UNNOTICED, got DISREGARDED With one THROW, blow off your SPOKES like bicycle bomb BOMBARDMENTS MISREPRESENT yaself, now find your ego altered, twisted, DISTORTED Welcome to the slaughter house, you get deseased, dead, departed Released, don't try to bargain, now ya caught in battle's jargon Fall subject to multiple FAMINES, bi-polar schitzophrenic STARVING Thought you could THINK with your blood due to the wound SMARTING A good ol' WASTE of my TIME like grandfather CLOCKS in the GARBAGE Overwhelm you with a DROP, CUTTING EDGE, like FREEFALLING BONE CARVING
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Post by Los Tha Don on Jul 29, 2007 17:41:42 GMT -5
My calibur POPS ya OCULARS, you can call it magnum P EYE WITHDRAW the STARDOM outcha HORIZON like TRANSILVANIAN SKY Lock in a STRAIGHT vote, you're 2nd PLACE, perform a B LINE I DONATE straight A's baby, change my name to BARRY GREENSTEIN What's said in this thread stays in this thread, welcome to VEGAS Where you can dub my chips the ALPHA, you're $hit remains OMEGA MAN I'm MEGA, technology through droppin, you stuck on SEGA You stutter "WHAT, what, WHAT, what, WHAT?" like NOREAGA Not a PROPHET, I'm the basis of personal FAITH, the SAVIOR The raw essence of WICKEDNESS, judge me by ill BEHAVIOR
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Post by Los Tha Don on Aug 14, 2007 0:27:47 GMT -5
Ya heart beat starts to pump pauses, harness a gause pad fortress/ Compression of chest from many-a-test, body becomes a carcass/ Plenty will say I'm heartless but pennies won't buy you pardons/ I X enemies out in thousands like smokin ciggz by the cartons/ Soft mutha phuckaz will never harden let alone take some scars in/ Los'll bombard em then send his regards to their closest next of kin/
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Post by ackuratedon on Oct 9, 2007 20:05:03 GMT -5
I dig these man you make tracks out of any of these verses?
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