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 Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 8:46 pm
"Taking The God Out For A Walk."
Plan on typing a series of songs using the beats from my favorite producer Thriftworks.
So, it's sort of a collaboration, without it really being a collaboration.
EITHER WAY, enjoy.
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 8:51 pm
Title : One Night (Can't) Stand (You) [Not Complete]
Instrumental : "Hyacinth" by Thriftworks
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So you...play all your aces, while you save all your faces, and use 'em proud.
But you're the Joker when it's over, b***h. Deuces wild.
(I just wanna'...)
Smash with a passion to scratch backs, like floggin' a Nazareth,
all i just ask her is if I can put my log in like passwords, then,
call her right afterwards just, to maul all her a** again,
with all of my magic stick, AKA, My massive d**k,
AKA, the master's whip, crackin' against her back and s**t.
...and b***h...stop askin' when I'm gonn'a blast my j**z.
Gotta' glass of gin, a sack on emp...ty, and I'm scratching' it,
and then this lass i'm with, that's last on lists of attractiveness,
Has an a** that fits, some average tits, but that is it, she's
bad when tipsy, attitudes is screwed, but leud and that is quickly,
adamantly reason why she had to pick me to smash in the sheets.
And I'm the b*****d with the act of sin, an activist of passion. Kidding.
Blasphemously honest, the most uncommon of my momma's children.
'cause all my ******** are connected to "it"s, and "I don't give a"s.
I'mma live a non-committer, till I ********' pass, consider,
why I figured lies from chick is as common as tags on twitter,
pageant glitter, bags of litter, and all of the other things that rhymes,
but...I hate every bone inside of your body, except mines.
You're bat blind, a half dime, only good in you is your complexed mind,
You're chest and hinds. Breast, behind. Besides that? This black d**k.
And that's if you fix your act quick, to get this action of back bend.
You burned all your bridges, so don't cry a river you can't get over.
But i'll pray you a boat.....With holes.....Hope you're a floater.
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I'm sorry Ms. Jackson, but since you are asking', I'mma b*****d, and I will make your daughter cry.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 3:06 am
Title : "Taking the God Out For a Walk" [Not Completed]
Instrumental : "Blazer Tag" by Thriftworks_
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So ******** you're Terms of Service, you burned and earned it,
Attorney's furnace, and learned what murk is from ernest workers.
I'm workin' early, a worldly burden, but more concerned with,
the horrid person that whores in churches, and floors old nurses.
I spent half my existence rappin' in mirrors, actin' like ignorant,
niggas getting' six figures and lavish of livin', as blasphemy risen,
and mad 'cause these visions of rappin' for livin' is actually sickenin'.
Factually riveting alchemy spittin', like Al when he's still a kid. Pencilin',
penicillin peninsulas piercin' primitive pissin' pigs, prestigiously.
People askin' this b*****d how has he mastered the rapping religiously.
It was simple, just ******** life. In the temple, and nut twice.
I still spit ill, and is inclined to kill a guy like bush wife.
I'm sorry, Just trying out for illuminati to afford a Blue Bugatti,
and move to Saudi, screw somebody, and get awards for music writing.
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I'm a ********' homunculus, under assumptions you busters can't ******** with this.
Lunchin' on lungs and s**t, ********' sick...and...can't do nothin' like frontin' since,
I'm stiiiiill kidnapping kids, if the fiiieeld has grass on it,
a dunce with a tongue that's slick, relaxed with wit, with talent enough to get under skin.
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 3:55 am
Title : "The Untitled"
Instrumental : "The Script" by Thriftworks x BoneSAmplified my Apple eyed Iris...with a Stanza I,
can manage life with ample fly rhymes till, I command it die.
A fan of my, untitled idle lines, and hope it rises,
to cosmic skys and, bombs horizons, falls the God in all his likeness.
I've crushed psychos twice the height of M. Bison,
I'm thrice as nice as your christ is, with might like guy when i fight since,
I like this lycan like bite s**t, in spite the light of the righteous,
...ness, with blindest sight since the mices.
This...vices my versa, likens my hurtin', eyes just worsen...
blight since it's murkin' the likes of the serpents, i deserve a...
life that's perfect, 'cause like Ike and Turner, I can turn a,
mic to furbished burnin' furnaces with rhymes and words, a...
license for writin', decipher cyphers like psychic rhymers.
Mayans eyes with Nostradamus esophagus. Size like Titans.
My sick mind is Micheal Myers inspired, with bite like lions.
Slicin' dices of time since it's mine to mine in my mind's eyes and,
I digress...my iron sight common sense, commonly contradicts,
condoms since it impregnates your mental state while conceiving consciousness.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 2:29 pm
Lyr Assyst "Taking The God Out For A Walk."
Plan on typing a series of songs using the beats from my favorite producer Thriftworks.
So, it's sort of a collaboration, without it really being a collaboration.
EITHER WAY, enjoy.
Record it!!
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