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May 19, 2011 14:32:48 GMT -5
Post by Big E on May 19, 2011 14:32:48 GMT -5
i ghost hit, oh shit, and go invisible no limit to the sickness of this individual im a pandemic, strech ya out like a panoramic whisper francais a la rouxe, and act like i understand it 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 wilt and weather, never see it again close your eyes, its better just to feel the end
no, i, wont believe that no, i, have my doubts the time is near, they say the raptures starting just get out there and grab somebody yes, i, must believe that yes, lets, make it count the end is beginning, but were next to nothing so just get out there and grab somebody
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 but please dont stop! the people "pleaded" like dress pants i make the toast and the bread, so they say im the best man synestesia, i could taste your defeat a rappers heart served on a silver plate with a beat 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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May 26, 2011 11:21:36 GMT -5
Post by Big E on May 26, 2011 11:21:36 GMT -5
good morning, we got money to make if you got nothing to give you got something to take replace the mona lisa, said it wasnt a fake dramatic irony, im still love with the hate in touch with the fate, we were blessed beings testing the limits of our destinies, uhm too deep, like a bottomless pit made something outta nothing, somethings gotta give yes we crash the cymbals like a bowing jet reading palms and psalms so we know whats next step in the ring, yeah i know im the best i got that h2o flow with the rest
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Jul 13, 2011 20:01:34 GMT -5
Post by Big E on Jul 13, 2011 20:01:34 GMT -5
hello! lets share in my endeavors hero of the era, wary of the weather so my rain is ruthless --- you know im so Nero cut Snow with the molly then call it coke zero we got nothing to fear though please remain here so i can give you an earful catch my breath without a respirator walking up the down escalator i was next in line, right next to lord vader a texan six shooter, troops storm in formation of course i forgave em, for they know not the power that we carry when we carry the ark
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Jul 22, 2011 17:05:05 GMT -5
Post by Big E on Jul 22, 2011 17:05:05 GMT -5
dont you feel the pressure? i felt it from the start how do i keep it together? when the whole world falls apart was supposed to be someone but instead im someone else when youre the king of nothing you dont care about nothing else
not giving me a reminder what am i supposed to do? now watch the double standard that my kingdom holds me to yes they were feeling something i was feeling something else as the sun comes up im wondering what if i die by myself? the situation is dire for this patriarch why do they keep screaming fire when all i see is sparks dont they know that i know something? i know the keep is lost they run from the smoldering ruins that i stand atop
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Aug 6, 2011 10:36:14 GMT -5
Post by Big E on Aug 6, 2011 10:36:14 GMT -5
whenever the sun sleeps, i fuck with a drum pad in love with the bump slap, dime or a dubsack while youre catchin z's, we probably crush that, all the while i just wanna know where the dutch at yes, that blonde hair blue eyes thick in the accent, thick in the thighs hes the wizard, could sneeze a blizzard talks the quickest when hes talkin slizzard few cups of bourbon and he delivers breaks the universe into these pictures it figures hes a lyricist in the land of the lost as hands were forced, i tossed the torch im not, one to talk but im, one to cough or cause a damn ruckus to erupt the floor im not rough, im raw, clutching the jaw E's in the building, just like the night before
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Aug 7, 2011 0:36:32 GMT -5
Post by Big E on Aug 7, 2011 0:36:32 GMT -5
i drop, the verse like a hot potato ive got a full clip, ill probably sprayy though i wont play though, im not so faithful so i be common sense, when i rock the table thats a shoutout, if you missed my intention so ill top your fables if its ominous payloads bomb in the matrix, so i gotta lay low 12 and 0, so we call in the pave low big e on the mic, see thats it right flip the spliff im in flight, now im kissing the mic oh man youd be so pissed off if you knew where youd find yo girls lipgloss road ragin, low bass and flip offs that mark 4 vdub so raw when it lifts off fix one and twist off fuck the riff raff i came to split jaws mix black heart with coke and codeine rip the fuckin track with doc d and big preves foot on the throttle, noone against me six of gans talls, you know that im flexin
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Aug 27, 2011 14:02:09 GMT -5
Post by Big E on Aug 27, 2011 14:02:09 GMT -5
intro no words, the girl was aced out im a basshead so she made the bass loud shh, as we snuff the flame out or sniff the snow up, were face to face now watch us wild out as we knock the place down impatient for basics, contemplate how i was fixin, slippin through the time and space shroud and was just in time to figure her name out i.. get loud, knock the place down i... get loud, knock the place down
watch me spit rounds, in a bottomless pit promises and shit, got a bottle on my hip we can have this, but im probably not your friend not a lot to lose, but i got a lot to give
Hook Get loud, knock the place down -- Get loud, knock the place down -- Get loud, knock the place down --
eye contact, at least i think so we rendezvoused at the bathroom sink us in the ring, no thats not funny ones are too dirty, so i hand her a twenty best in the flesh, no longer fresh man just blessed and, repressed by quick sand breathe -- so little room for the rythym but bodies were moving, in tune with instruments movements construed i translate the truth in my head with some booze oh, shes pissed at me but i spill my guts downing whiskey neat so im, firm footed, stay on my feet i got a full hand and were playing for keeps youve got dreams, better save it for sleep because i cant understand what youre saying to me
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Aug 29, 2011 0:05:14 GMT -5
Post by Big E on Aug 29, 2011 0:05:14 GMT -5
intro i cant sleep, its a problem again i cant stand to be enemies, we gotta be friends i cant plan for a better me, gotta pretend irresponsibility and honesty -- i cant glow sticks, know this our stars must align so we can coexist hold back, pulpit martyrs at the temple doors they closed in taste of, aspirations i duck and weave till im a basket case man no haste in, my past life ill burn and mutate away my half life
verse no words spoken, it was written in verse and credit was given to whoever said it first my head hurts, i light through the haze the ash wont settle till we fight through the blaze i might be afraid, but ive got to be brave the story of a little toaster with a foot in the grave i build an empire like its nothing at all and crush the pillars with a wrecking ball they get so caught up on my inflection, aw the rough draft that i make no corrections on but its just a song, i give to the grim reaper and meet these demons with shots of tequila hold up, i told ya, no its not fair looking for answers i found em right here ease up young gun, hold it right there if you never sleep you never see your nightmares
hook Day is breaking, night is falling eyes wide open, life is calling been to long and im short on time fuck that, ill sleep when i die -- fuck that, ill sleep when i die -- fuck that, ill sleep when i die
verse still cant sleep, an insomniac or a zombie in fact, i want it like -- that hold the damn curtains, ill be right back ive got charts and graphs, lets read the facts notion, hopeless we guard the city walls but the gates are open slow mo, no shit the flame burns hot so we cant approach it soul-less, tax returns the bottles in hand lets hope the rag burns live learn, laughter but it all comes down to your steez and swagger an ever, after thats the empty box underneath the (w)rapper these chutes and, ladders i set the stage, theyre just actors plastic, plastered i cloud inhibitions till im talkin backwards pin drop, hip hop washin away all the sins and wish wash quick draw, pick locks i saw the whole thing like alfred hitchcock i dont slick talk, i just walk and breathe cough and bleed all of this sorcery the source would seem bleak, results are clear its inconclusive what drives these nightmares perhaps its suspicion, twisted remarks the gist of street signs, or old police cars i cant say for sure, ive got to flee far to a dreamscape where nobody knows who we are
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Nov 7, 2011 15:52:09 GMT -5
Post by Big E on Nov 7, 2011 15:52:09 GMT -5
tell me, tell me i said what it means to be free as a bird when im dead what it means to believe or to turn to a friend for the heart that should have been housed in the tin in the mouth was a grin, too shallow to dive so im breaking my neck as i swallow my pride the brains that i lacked under my straw hat wouldnt it be nice if we could get all that down down the rabbit hole, continuance issues so i mix and match concepts and symbols i flicked the match, through the window i yelled timber, but they want timbre Im in a classroom, how can i learn the divine? in the same room that i learned to divide
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Dec 2, 2011 8:10:45 GMT -5
Post by Big E on Dec 2, 2011 8:10:45 GMT -5
Tell me, tell me i said what it means to believe in yourself, then again were all helping ourselves, just meeting the end similar to the period we left with a pen once again, youve got enemies then take them on but itll take more than that for us to break the bonds we try to survive, but the hate lives on so we twist and turn through the hailstorms we dream of world peace, of love actually but you gotta play the game, stop practicing ive gotta prove that im not that fake and indifferent and show how role models can change an opinion and rumor has naught but a nag in the mind im begging for the chance through swag and rhyme and if i cant get better then take my life, cause im the only person i know who can change my life
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Jun 24, 2012 8:57:23 GMT -5
Post by Big E on Jun 24, 2012 8:57:23 GMT -5
spill your guts, nobody cares but if you spill your drink everybody stares black sorcery his john hancock is a forgery turn the clock back, its not that hard but you cant fool sun dials or stars whatcha waitin for? demons and rebels never needed a cause Im flyin on an aero-plane how can we escape the harrowing? my lies they bleed through taro cards dont know if ill be back again alls fair in love and war so ill feed the mad king my Lannister sword no honor, no reminders cavalry charge and forgot the blinders
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Sept 12, 2012 15:13:25 GMT -5
Post by big e on Sept 12, 2012 15:13:25 GMT -5
Shadows and separatism, fires that burn the bridges Some built for storm and water, but theres nothing left to fix, its So sad when the shoulders cold When you want to break down, and the shoulders closed My mistake, if its set in stone I'll be dynamite, watch me explode Watch the winds blow to and fro, ill be more fickle than that oh the tides they come and go but, ill be much quicker than that Your Highness, I confess i was immortal, of course still a spineless wretch torture, waterboard bound by you take a deep breath and drown the truth hearts they beat but theyre bound to stop, as we earch for God on a mountaintop I think he showed the answer This world is so cold and hell its hot No chemistry, I know the cause theyre your memories but i know the flaws disregarding natural laws i was fighting, tooth, nail, and claw formulas and calculations, shit, i dont have the patience i know ill persevere, even if i have to fake it thats how the story unfolds the darkest nights in the softest glow if i cant stay, i have to go, so now tell me something that i dont know
you stopped the world that spins around me rode the ark for those who drowned me i was dark and stormy that cloud and now my demons all surround me the waters getting warmer pull on the ropes unbound me, you were perfect, i was hurting til you came and wrapped your arms around me all these demons they sent to tempt me poured my heart out and now im empty doing way better ever since you left me (way better ever since you left me) Atlas but the sky so heavy Atlas bu the sky so heavy world is so cold hell is so hot you know that im giving it all that i got the world is so cold and hell is so hot the man on the moon and im searching for rocks
Coexistence
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Nov 29, 2012 16:43:13 GMT -5
Post by big e on Nov 29, 2012 16:43:13 GMT -5
put it on the wax, grab some ice for the makers tectonic flow, im a mover and shaker new god flow, with some heathen behaviors oh hey, oh hey, oh hey ya to all the haters ya to all the haters, save it i'll see ya later when ya drop that new shit, scrubs bite like an alligator alibis and alimony, these fakers that say they know me i corner bodega those, tellin em all to blow me, aw those who havent heard of me you're all see through, airport security i wink at her, she ask baby are we burnin these? hopped on cloud nine in my four door's back seat i see her i tell her mami, i noticed alex and ani all up on your left left hand, so put ya right one on me honest to god im godly, breakin all of the rules took a walk round the world, scrape the haters off my shoes boyyy
a plus, yeah i said it, so dont test me yeah we push em, no we dont catch z's oh yeah we push em, like kavorkian injections but did all the pain and suffering really teach us a lesson properly not on, a level they are attaining luminosity dot com, i give her brain training im stressin and etch a sketching, so come on lets shake it out turn 28 into a million, come on lets break it down
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Dec 9, 2012 20:26:51 GMT -5
Post by Big E on Dec 9, 2012 20:26:51 GMT -5
If ya live strong the worlds coming to strip your title Two wings fighting over how to interpret the bible But if were birds of a feather, what’s inside of the silos Ashes to ashes, yeah were taking the high road No lie, her tequila talk and body language Is a surefire sign senorita is dangerous Some words to and fro, hop in the space ship dutch burns like the flow, so we need a replacement She shifts and she sways like the sea as it swells so I, must obey Circe’s speaking her spells The life of a crowd, it can swallow you whole All these fucking bassheads act like landmines explode I speak easy like prohibition, that’s my pot to piss in Stop and listen, honest black market stocks aren’t ticking I was Everest high, but felt Challenger deep Don’t even wish that I cared what youre saying to me
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Dec 9, 2012 23:37:00 GMT -5
Post by big e on Dec 9, 2012 23:37:00 GMT -5
better get your hustle on, we're back in the jungle muzzle loaders with the muzzle off, holy shit, mozeltov said listen lovely lets split a cocktail, malatov were burning up the streets and the hotel lobby floor
she spoke of a journey to a paradise land never 'waitin' on an answer in a dice game man i reserve to burn the herb and return to the clouds or pass the mic and the burner to the good doctor
archers on the walls they say the higher that you climb, the farther that you fall but im not a lonely giant, oh god i am so much more the golden army, this is hell boy, im tryna show you war (Im trefor woronov, im reviving dinosaurs)
the rebels in the sewers, civillians on the skewers royalty and rumors, separatists, over consumers i dont buy it though, they were faking i can prove it and ill be damned or doomed if an earthquake isnt a movement
i was known to kill a flow with assault and battery acid i warned them, no more majora mask the tactics backwoods split, axe kick, three shots, hat trick gas mask, gasping, 3 blocks, hash bricks plastered, plastic, dawn shines on the horizon revising times past, wines still in our system stomp it out like a bleacher, bassheads at the speaker making nice to the teacher, but the guru never returns
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