Evil is Back
Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 11:15 am
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Dark Skies arise while red eyes surprise//
demons fly by wen EVIL arrives//
my minds stuck to da drugs, fuck lovin da hugs//
like a agent im bugged, enough to let out some slugs//
inhale the disease, n feel da heat from ur keys smokin//
murder in degrees, easily pass by while cloakin//
lyrics like deez get u stuck in da stomach//
so much punch itll leave u throwin up from it//
needin T-P for dere bunghole cuz dere "shits" wack//
its more den skill n brains dat many Emcees lack//
brains studderin n mouths mutterin//
most try too hard left handicapped n utterin//
im da sick type, one to get a girl to fuck her self wit a mic//
ur orientation is dike, spittin sounds equivilent to gettin hit wit a bike//
gimme a label ill create u a fable, snappin....from gettin thrown thru a table//
learn to disable n mentally enable minds to put together a staple thru da navel//
sorry hoe but my brains stuck to dis flow//
consider ur self lucky to b suckin dis pole//
gettin u scared of ur shadow hidin like a mole//
score a 300 tryin to teach u how to bowl//
u try to interact wit da track,gettin shot in da back//
i dont juggle but i have enough thrust to get u hit wit my sack//
we have returned to leave u burned n skip ur turns//
like flickin turds we disgust n inflict damage on verbal terms//
Ekoms:
Bitches just hate so they say i spit-a-forced-flow//
say that shit again and i'll split-ya-torso//
put u against an infantry n make u quit-the-war-yo//
im the type to drop lyrics till they hit-the-floor-slow//
E.V.I.L's back, sick enough to turn shit-into-the-devil//
faggots stay low! cuz no way u gettin-to-my-level//
these pussies afraid to lose a battle but they fast-to-step-in//
i'll bet that none of these cowards have ever blast-a-weapon//
every bullet i sling been thru more brands than i shot-thru-vests-n-fur//
killin off these lame "playaz" who start datin thru Yahoo-messenger//
(Insult of the Week lol)...
...i'll smacked aiden's left tit so hard it's still drippin-vitamin-d//
Rot's probably the only chump from F-B to rip-n-"bite"-an-emcee//
^(steal lyrics after winning/ not true btw lol just a joke..i think lol)^
switch up-
fighting's now a game, nerds nowadays duel-with-a-trade//
fuck an automatic or military im more brutal-with-a-blade//
the visual ghost turns ghastly n spectates-ya-rhymes//
hauntin ya lyrical content till even ur text-hates-ya-lines//
optical?.. bitch u can't see me i'm still SmokE-in-the-dark//
i'll turn u into my bitch on a leash till ya choke-n-ya-bark//
split illusions n 'vanish in a flash' like 'cloakin-a-spark'//
got u playin for cash like another bum, broke-in-a-park//
smoke detectors fear me cause im makin-alarms//
get u screamin for help as if im breakin-ya-arms//
my enemies r now allies, watch a~r~rival-get-ya-loven-scars//
flip rival to Nekrosis as Smoke n Viral-spit-a-dozen-bars//
16 Micz:
possibly a mockery,new style just possibly
cant deny whats impossible but still unforgetable memories of the tracks in my potpourri/
but not to be conceited im only speakin truth/
stab enemies in the eye w/ my squekin tooth/
n if they wanna die rappin then they'll get burried beneath the booth/
if she gets loose,when he gets moose/
she can hit the corner or somewhere when he gets threw/
carve rhymes on my bullets so u can leak the truth/
the loyalty may have changed but hes still true
if fam n fortune is what the meek pursue/
then fuck it ill leave the country give me a corona,some haze, n send me to peru
ive been tought to give respect n honor where its due//
i mean u might be a lil older so i guess ill bare w/ u
replacing every face of in enemy once in my way/
to prove my return ill open the chest n put the lungz on display
n make sure those bodies decay/
n those who disobey,get a hose full of biohazard liquid spray/
n they'll be known as Renee,from now on starting today/
but im known as micz n im back w/out further delay/
(B)eginning of a dynasty,a legend in the making/
(A) nigga came from needing a mentor to creating //
(C)all me what u want but at the end of the day the smack gets u smacked//
(K), enough of the gangster talk just know im back!//
Dark Skies arise while red eyes surprise//
demons fly by wen EVIL arrives//
my minds stuck to da drugs, fuck lovin da hugs//
like a agent im bugged, enough to let out some slugs//
inhale the disease, n feel da heat from ur keys smokin//
murder in degrees, easily pass by while cloakin//
lyrics like deez get u stuck in da stomach//
so much punch itll leave u throwin up from it//
needin T-P for dere bunghole cuz dere "shits" wack//
its more den skill n brains dat many Emcees lack//
brains studderin n mouths mutterin//
most try too hard left handicapped n utterin//
im da sick type, one to get a girl to fuck her self wit a mic//
ur orientation is dike, spittin sounds equivilent to gettin hit wit a bike//
gimme a label ill create u a fable, snappin....from gettin thrown thru a table//
learn to disable n mentally enable minds to put together a staple thru da navel//
sorry hoe but my brains stuck to dis flow//
consider ur self lucky to b suckin dis pole//
gettin u scared of ur shadow hidin like a mole//
score a 300 tryin to teach u how to bowl//
u try to interact wit da track,gettin shot in da back//
i dont juggle but i have enough thrust to get u hit wit my sack//
we have returned to leave u burned n skip ur turns//
like flickin turds we disgust n inflict damage on verbal terms//
Ekoms:
Bitches just hate so they say i spit-a-forced-flow//
say that shit again and i'll split-ya-torso//
put u against an infantry n make u quit-the-war-yo//
im the type to drop lyrics till they hit-the-floor-slow//
E.V.I.L's back, sick enough to turn shit-into-the-devil//
faggots stay low! cuz no way u gettin-to-my-level//
these pussies afraid to lose a battle but they fast-to-step-in//
i'll bet that none of these cowards have ever blast-a-weapon//
every bullet i sling been thru more brands than i shot-thru-vests-n-fur//
killin off these lame "playaz" who start datin thru Yahoo-messenger//
(Insult of the Week lol)...
...i'll smacked aiden's left tit so hard it's still drippin-vitamin-d//
Rot's probably the only chump from F-B to rip-n-"bite"-an-emcee//
^(steal lyrics after winning/ not true btw lol just a joke..i think lol)^
switch up-
fighting's now a game, nerds nowadays duel-with-a-trade//
fuck an automatic or military im more brutal-with-a-blade//
the visual ghost turns ghastly n spectates-ya-rhymes//
hauntin ya lyrical content till even ur text-hates-ya-lines//
optical?.. bitch u can't see me i'm still SmokE-in-the-dark//
i'll turn u into my bitch on a leash till ya choke-n-ya-bark//
split illusions n 'vanish in a flash' like 'cloakin-a-spark'//
got u playin for cash like another bum, broke-in-a-park//
smoke detectors fear me cause im makin-alarms//
get u screamin for help as if im breakin-ya-arms//
my enemies r now allies, watch a~r~rival-get-ya-loven-scars//
flip rival to Nekrosis as Smoke n Viral-spit-a-dozen-bars//
16 Micz:
possibly a mockery,new style just possibly
cant deny whats impossible but still unforgetable memories of the tracks in my potpourri/
but not to be conceited im only speakin truth/
stab enemies in the eye w/ my squekin tooth/
n if they wanna die rappin then they'll get burried beneath the booth/
if she gets loose,when he gets moose/
she can hit the corner or somewhere when he gets threw/
carve rhymes on my bullets so u can leak the truth/
the loyalty may have changed but hes still true
if fam n fortune is what the meek pursue/
then fuck it ill leave the country give me a corona,some haze, n send me to peru
ive been tought to give respect n honor where its due//
i mean u might be a lil older so i guess ill bare w/ u
replacing every face of in enemy once in my way/
to prove my return ill open the chest n put the lungz on display
n make sure those bodies decay/
n those who disobey,get a hose full of biohazard liquid spray/
n they'll be known as Renee,from now on starting today/
but im known as micz n im back w/out further delay/
(B)eginning of a dynasty,a legend in the making/
(A) nigga came from needing a mentor to creating //
(C)all me what u want but at the end of the day the smack gets u smacked//
(K), enough of the gangster talk just know im back!//
