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Jan 21, 2011 17:47:54 GMT -5
Post by Big E on Jan 21, 2011 17:47:54 GMT -5
hear ye hear ye, proclomation i got two shot of vodka for a communist nation two puffs of pyru for a basket case and a colt 45 for youre honorless faces violence violence, trials and tidents theres a spark in the youth, aint no use in hidin it weve gotta seek out a truce, piece out the truth fight nail and tooth to see our troops back home, cellphones and tobacco i mean i need that shit, but my cancers rap song but the rape of mother earth, we inherit as a curse humanities in need, left desperate in the dirt the buildings, beamed, boarded and banged up the towers toppled and the east screamed jenga hang from the edge of apollo 13 at launch all in hopes that maybe they would set another course
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Jan 21, 2011 17:48:16 GMT -5
Post by Big E on Jan 21, 2011 17:48:16 GMT -5
I alternated between this dimension and the next Exclamation and questions in the fabric of my quests i couldn’t waste the time they didn’t give they tell me tales of imposters, my god it isn’t him the outlines, drop a murderous sixteen gag reflex puncline, his shit is sick-ning quickly the sea ran thick with gasoline prophets mescaline, visionary testing next thing ya know, the airs thicker than water choking on your words, it doesn’t matter what order I take a shot of jack d and ask your girl to slap me Record that shit and sample it in the back beat No more nice guy, I decided on a path Till I collided and collapsed like there was something in the jack A keen eye cant see it, poof poof be gone Sharp teeth show me the way into the great beyond no more criticisms when i make the song cause i been on my damn grind way too long
As he ascended to the heavens all the citizens stared Reached to their gamut at the sky, pleading whats out there!? Wrought with bare hands out of mud in the river Shivered in the vacuum, my questions persisted
whats the furthest extent that I could reach with a punch? I eat a battle rapper chase with some captain when im at lunch Leaning by the billiard, hand on corono extra She gave me her number, but I aint gonna text her problem, i was donkey kong-in the fuckin bongos Bonging and splittin a spliff with d rondeau Aviators on, no I wont be blinded Crush a conservative’s head, make em open minded I’m ---- free as a feather At first perched on the edge, but how could I ever Take talon and talk dirty to every person I meet Whats worse was I was furnishing the steps of my keep with earth, vermin, and the scalps of my enemies a twisted mosaic, given as a present to me simply say fuck the style, why you toying with me? Im just chess match away from destroying machines
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Jan 21, 2011 17:48:35 GMT -5
Post by Big E on Jan 21, 2011 17:48:35 GMT -5
spectre, speak easy with a treacherous rhyme spins a web and spits venom at his enemies eyes tried get into a heaven so i kept a disguise pressuring out evil spirits in my head and my mind turned it on a dime, they expect it way less with a glock to my head, i exit stage left this the cypher, from panama to cyprus none mightier, a g like king midas synestesia, i could taste your defeat a rappers heart served on a silver plate with a beat blowin up like creatine, needle me, the speaker fiend tweetin on my page, im rollin skull like guillotines but please dont stop! the people "pleaded" like dress pants i make the toast and the bread, god damn im the best, man
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Jan 22, 2011 9:44:19 GMT -5
Post by Big E on Jan 22, 2011 9:44:19 GMT -5
as i rise from the dead, watch them ask me how to contemplate suicide over a rap beat crossing burnt bridges, now ive got black feet it was my actions that made everything seem plastic lastly, predictions hidden in a chiasmus spark if you rub me wrong; match stick in fact its different, not survival of the fittest its survival of who the fuck can pull a gun quickest in a world of forms, we aint gotta make ends meet mixing our emotions with a little DMT i was outta place, but the safest held down by my conscience, that dominatrix i saw the fall, i could tell they faked it but earth held its breath as we broke the sky given opportunities gotta sell to make it conclude like i started, and hope to die
Just like i started, but my souls alive
down the rabbit hole so theyll compare me to greats im not s dot or pac, but properly will shakes irony suggested that doom has come near with a book and cd in my hand on the funeral pyre but as he rose from the ashes the gasps and whiplashes crash and remash the images id crafted get blasted, blunts packed with hashish so rad, i scott mescudi rat-a-tat thiss save dead americans with lipo and rogaine psycho with no brain, on the cypher to sew flames hit like a tiger or whole train,til i see the gates then rule the world with a fist full of pieces of eight
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Jan 23, 2011 19:26:22 GMT -5
Post by dirtymotherfucker7 on Jan 23, 2011 19:26:22 GMT -5
Big E killin it
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Jan 30, 2011 1:03:15 GMT -5
Post by Big E on Jan 30, 2011 1:03:15 GMT -5
99 problems, and they all vixens i murder beats and dont leave a witness one chance, top of my wish list mix limp biscut with ghandi and you get me nextly, noone stand against me on that marshall mathers shit, sleepin on you emcees problem, i was donkey kong-in the fuckin bongos Bonging and splittin a spliff with d rondeau double fisting, i make a sword and dagger track sip a flask of grey goose, i got my swagger back freshman forever, reliving each rager bumping kanye the only way that we major ironically enough, i only hate haters so we get taylor, bomb hash in j papers i may make it, up as i go and wild out when i breathe techno covered in gold
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Feb 2, 2011 22:17:35 GMT -5
Post by Big E on Feb 2, 2011 22:17:35 GMT -5
"welcome to the next level" drum pedals, with a steady bump, better than bad it was irrelevant; revelery and american drag hold up, i dont mean to be rude but they fried my generation with the cathode tube i mean, the next step, dont hold your breath yet eyes straight ahead, ignore the girl in the red dress world on my back and an s on my chest, is that, "what makes a mothafucka so damn fresh" black on black i dont care how they measure up back to back i dont expect just praise, its mixed with some hatred this wont be a phase, my wish to be famous heretic turned apologetic delivery authentic but the miseries synthetic mix mash my brain with World War upsets but damn i like a girl like i like my dubstep
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Feb 16, 2011 0:25:49 GMT -5
Post by Big E on Feb 16, 2011 0:25:49 GMT -5
told ya, i would never stop this bomb threat, holy lands hold the rockets nonsense, i got to be honest we want snare and bass - skip the tom hit tech-no-logic get on the floor, no other option to the core, forsworn and rotten kiss of death with an XO on it seconds, a lot on my plate but god im real hungry so ive got to be great i never miss take what miss has or miss took looks deceiving; fishnets or fish hooks i break backs and broke beats but when the beat breaks, you know that we gotta blow trees
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Feb 16, 2011 23:32:09 GMT -5
Post by Big E on Feb 16, 2011 23:32:09 GMT -5
i ghost hit, oh shit, and go invisible no limit to the sickness of an individual im a pandemic, strech ya out like a panoramic whisper francais a la rouxe, and act like i understand it manic or a maniac, drum kit and pencil and holler at the sky, welcome to planet electro turned it on a dime, they expect it way less clap em and flee, if thats how you deal with enemies i try to be patient, why do you test me? shake em off, bang legend of mr rager erase me, instead of doing me favors the distance between this plane and my sixth sense similar to the amount of absinth that i sip next i past tense, rose up, see what i mean tweetin on my page, im rollin skull like guillotines
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Feb 21, 2011 14:35:30 GMT -5
Post by Big E on Feb 21, 2011 14:35:30 GMT -5
Can I tell the time? Its an obstacle I want yesterday, Its impossible They told us the same, is it enough to learn, if you trust a flame, you know your hands will burn Howd it get this way? questions, concerns to beat the demons, had to understand em first and whats worse, i wished wished upon the wind to float away, never coming back again i was next in line, when they strapped him in got electrified, it was an accident after that, i grabbed stars and street lights dark matter gravity, getting my feet right i be like me, too tough to die is it just me? am i justified? fall on my back, if i love the sky is it just me? am i just in time?
can i tell the time? is it actual? watch it slip away, that isnt practical could i muster faith, in the song that i sing battling giants, stones in the sling we all play that make believe the echoes of the big bang in a major key holy men humbled at the feet of a Shepard i need a fix, put the needle on the record take me, take me away lady love me, i was born this way it seems that most people give no reason to be trusted the hearts of men are too easily corrupted dont fuck with, me, too tough to die is it just me? am i justified? do we trust in the stars or just bust a rhyme? as im chasing my dreams, god im just behind
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Mar 10, 2011 14:48:23 GMT -5
Post by Big E on Mar 10, 2011 14:48:23 GMT -5
left footed, the journey begins a different approach, how different depends whether you slur your words or you speak in tongues if you tap metronomes or you beat the drums do you beat feet or do you beat the odds? do you need to see or do you need to watch? ive seen the cost if we dont act now then then the dream is lost
River, move fast with me ive got skeletons in my past to flee Rhythm, ah ah Rhythm, ah ah River, dont ask for me get in stroke, match with me Rhythm, ah ah Rhythm, ah ahhhh
wake up, purge my sins i was almost sure, how sure depends on the distance between my heart and sleeve inkwell in my chest, its an art to bleed your hands are too far from me lets make sparks as we start to flee those stars, hard to beat the target of cupids archery so we forget how we start to dance whiskey whispers, our romance focus, focus, one more chance make or break me, its a favor question, whats the nature? of the risk or reward we demonstrated no matter where i stand River, if you flow, I dont give a dam
drew the line, the sketch begins hollow the logs and stretch the skins cut the earth, free the mind hum a melody, keep in time
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Mar 23, 2011 10:49:02 GMT -5
Post by Big E on Mar 23, 2011 10:49:02 GMT -5
what was left over from the beginning of time the stone was taking over between my shoulders and my eyes i guess thats why I looked so hard it was colder last October, we took it too far news flash, no cards, what happened before then? lost the staring contest to a corporate gorgon the order of events, seminars, no course descriptions tongue kiss, gone missing, nobodys listening
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Mar 27, 2011 23:07:22 GMT -5
Post by Big E on Mar 27, 2011 23:07:22 GMT -5
Can't you see the people trying theyre lying, theyre lying enemies are not in hiding watching, spying, multiplying Can't you feel the earth, its burning still turning, still turning were all numbers, yearly earnings gpa, social security
Can't you see the people dying? end of the world, you've got to want that Can't you hear the people dying? sense of the words, you've got to want that Thats the last of my, ego Fly the flags of Captain, nemo This the age of no, heroes, no more, heroes
drummer boy, no please or thank ya crash the cymbals like an oil tanker nonsense, take what its worth oedipius complex, we rape mother earth pay the loans off, indentured students write a good book, and hardly use it release the shooters, confirm the rumors why didnt they say this sooner? down the hill, but when they first met jill shouts "Hi Jack!" like a bowing jet lets raise the stakes the H bombs boom like an 808 CDC wont give us answers running relays to cure her cancer i wont trust that fate is grander its so much more than i had planned for
When we're laid to rest Have we paid our debts Won't give up, not yet no no no if the sun don't rise Won't you light the sky Martyrs never die no
sharpen swords, your knives and axes backlashes, backlashes board your doors, dont pay your taxes rocket science employs the axis push your practice, preach a substance no i wasnt, no i wasnt no more borders, no more covenants how the fuck did we become this stone civillians, worker children thats killing, thats killing what it takes to make a million scarring gaia, blood is spilling I was here for something i probably lost its touch im finding nemo, nothin not like it matters much
When we're laid to rest Have we paid our debts Won't give up, not yet no no no if the sun don't rise Won't you light the sky Martyrs never die no
meditation, revelations, just sayin, just sayin revolutions, education invasion plans for every nation tell us that they have a reason they caught villians but left victims how will we control our demons? exercise or exorcisms pay for poison, pay for knowledge thats honest, thats honest plastic hearts, unmanned robotics thats what i learned in college I thought I was here for something But I probably lost its touch Im finding nemo, nothing i hope that its good enough
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Apr 11, 2011 23:14:14 GMT -5
Post by Big E on Apr 11, 2011 23:14:14 GMT -5
im so, nitro, glycerin they cant ever tell shit to him parasite, cant live with him here i go climbing cliffs again no genie, genius lives in him midnight monster, strikes again finish them before the fight begins if ive got a rapper to kill, honestly never give it half a thought, lobotomy not to be rude, raise their alarms here come the intruders, wheres the ark? return the verse to where i start fucking explode as beat drop sparks
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Apr 19, 2011 18:26:35 GMT -5
Post by Big E on Apr 19, 2011 18:26:35 GMT -5
im mescalinin', i mean, i got a vision spot the top position with a plot to accomplish this shit abomination, controversy and complications god, wont you promise that ill make it? it dont matter, i roll the dope fatter a slow poke, joke rapper, no guns, its just axl rows like the sun, probably a prodigal one lobotomy, half a thought as i nodded you on they got me wrong, straight knocked me off kilter forcing my soul out through a fucking pop filter i flew from Paris Hilton, straight to Bordeaux I could stand atop the world and still want more though so i jump in the ring, they tap out like morse code the title that they give shows how ya treated your foes im more so the best, say for sure that im lonely cause i reserve all the love for the people who know me
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