samurai biter
Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2007 12:24 am
this is his battle verse
stare too long as I pass you'll end up (trapped in the maze)
my (accent is vague) urban plight epitomized a dash of (aztec in ways)
book-long history yet aint fashioned with a (scratch in the page) fueled by (malice and rage) my (habits is strange) all my shit is in ya head thats why it (damaged ya brains)
get (stabbed in the veins) im the (baddest, insane) after da flood youll be damp like a (package in rain) police will find ya (tampered remains) after dis battle DIS GUY's not gonna (rap on da page)
whats this
http://www.itshiphop.com/showthread.php?p=1024861
the rest, it's graphics of change .. seasons rearranged, mappin' out a path in the shade …… *stare too long as I pass, you'll end up trapped in the maze,
my accent is vague, urban plight epitomized, a dash of aztec in ways; book-long history, yet aint fashioned with a scratch in the page ………*
fueled by malice n rage, drank up sacrificed blood from ancient chalices raised, at once i spazzed out, shadow boxin with a hatchet & chains,
my habits is strange, for 20 years now, food pyramid's been tattered remains of those my clan slashed apart, that's why we packaged the brains ……
so imagine it, mayne.. soak in the vision, bowl it, smoke it up like crack with a flame, or liquified, pinched & tie ya wrist, then stabbed in the vein ……
fuckin biter
stare too long as I pass you'll end up (trapped in the maze)
my (accent is vague) urban plight epitomized a dash of (aztec in ways)
book-long history yet aint fashioned with a (scratch in the page) fueled by (malice and rage) my (habits is strange) all my shit is in ya head thats why it (damaged ya brains)
get (stabbed in the veins) im the (baddest, insane) after da flood youll be damp like a (package in rain) police will find ya (tampered remains) after dis battle DIS GUY's not gonna (rap on da page)
whats this
http://www.itshiphop.com/showthread.php?p=1024861
the rest, it's graphics of change .. seasons rearranged, mappin' out a path in the shade …… *stare too long as I pass, you'll end up trapped in the maze,
my accent is vague, urban plight epitomized, a dash of aztec in ways; book-long history, yet aint fashioned with a scratch in the page ………*
fueled by malice n rage, drank up sacrificed blood from ancient chalices raised, at once i spazzed out, shadow boxin with a hatchet & chains,
my habits is strange, for 20 years now, food pyramid's been tattered remains of those my clan slashed apart, that's why we packaged the brains ……
so imagine it, mayne.. soak in the vision, bowl it, smoke it up like crack with a flame, or liquified, pinched & tie ya wrist, then stabbed in the vein ……
fuckin biter