HQ Collab
Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2006 12:45 am
i kno yall prolly guna hate on this to but its all good... i liked it.... its pretty long so jus go along....
InCizion
~I?m the master of fool?s sentiments! As if intents, are spent rent, pained~
~So InCizion convents bombed testaments! Of ill tenements meant maimed~
~And InCiz will kill tools imminent & spill ya drools too invent dents, aimed-
~While styles absent are filled with nonsense, as I rule ya repentance, shamed~
~Here?s the evidence! As I levy fools experiments and tear ya vents & game~
~As it?s time to repair immense rhymes too intense! and compare ends, lame~
~So I dare any friend or enemy, in the end to amend and wear sense, plain~
~ As most won?t share cents like 50, Actin all shifty & tend to dare men, tame~
~It?s gettin tense, as if intense clips G?s and my attempts seem empty, blamed~
~Cuz I have styles locked up like Pimp C, and fools tempt me plenty, TAMED~
~So I?ll make spews walk like a gimp B, as most exempt & resent me, gamed~
~SO why act testy and try to test me? As if I won?t fry, as pest fleas got rained~
FIYA
I spawn devilish, wit calm rhetoric, flow?s hard like manifested residual evidence
I planned the death of spiritual sentiment, to perpetually hit ya wit lyrical temperment
More than elegant, my spirits benevolent, I work miracles out of ur satirical testament
Murals with mirrors of limited retrospect, cuz ive startled more kids than attention deficit
Wit minimal ties, a cynical parasite, I pin point to cynically single out stereotypes
Diminish and terrorize, I?ll mimic u physically then leave u mentally paralyzed
Im deep inside your brain, hidden in between your frame of reference
Wit remaining pestilence, I let the fear rip apart ur ears until the pain is deaf-in-ite
In a blur, I work wizardry with words, rehearse this verse, then insert misery and worse
Simple spur, I hurt bitches when I burst, then disperse the church like victims with a curse
FiYa?s known to spontaneously combust, dying prone soon as titanium turns to rust
Switch the throne, simultaneously adjust, then fly wit chrome and leave ur cranium in dust
LC Konvict?Now Jay Breeze
i got that stomp TA-END-SHIT, uproot the UNDERWORLD/
ass pinned TO-A-HIT, like elastic UNDER-WURR/ (underwear)
i gotcha EYES-LEAKIN, WISE HEATIN, touch wit the STREET-TALK/
BY-SEASON, LIE-LEGIONS, deep where ya FEET-TALK/
you musta GOT-LOST, TWISTED-IN-A-BRIEF-BLAZE/
the world GOT-BOSSED, like they MISSED-ME-WIT-THAT-BRIEF-CASE/ (bosses work with brief cases.)
these bitches GET-DROPPED, and SHOOK like SODA-POP/
you getcha NECK-FLOSSED, MISTOOK, like a PHOTO-SWAP/ (fake as wankstas)
ill make yo ANKLES-BUST, HOT-SAUCE, BALLIN/
its like im ANGLE-DUST, BLOCK-COST is FALLIN/
yo DEATH-A-PROMISE-BITCH, nuthin like a THREAT/
world REST-ON-COMAS, SWITCH, the rest sleep VET/ (vets put animals to sleep)
LUNATIC (ME)
FBI peepin me cuz i pack that heat rap wen my brain snaps i be blowin shit up //
No need for that sleek gat to attack im so ill that wen i spit im always throwin shit up //
Im lyrically possesed, ima ill figure with tourn flesh, one of the best i suggest //
I attest against ur protest, lyrically best with reflex, the rest i leave impressed //
Leaven sceptics depressed an depraved murder ur thoughs an get left ina grave //
Theres nothin left of u to save, brains stretched across the pave at a holy rave //
Ill leave ur soul reversed wit my lyrical thirst it hurts jus to see ur guts disperse //
It gets worse as i immerse u in a curse of curse words an watch ya soul diverse //
I get so heated the sun is needin ice to be greeted, an thats leaven ya fleet defeated //
Mission completed im undefeated even wen the best haven cheated, to conceited //
Iv already commited suicide, an then me and the evil side collide, where no rules abide //
Destroyin shit worldwide, the evilness neva subsides, ur chance to live has been denied //
Death to all i decide with hellish pride, i laugh at ur thoughts divide, as i set ur brain aside //
Stretch Dinero
When it comes to hands...nicca I'm nice with these
Turn ya back, treat you like chop tray and slice ya cheese
Either way you don't want me to pop out things
Dont wanna fight cuz I learned my hand-game playing KnockOut Kings
I'm in the hood, you a bitch dont wanna go around the jects
Tryna mock my words, they too thick and choke like a rope around ya neck
HQ know I'm great, so they sent me on a man hunt
I'ma commando type nicca sittin waitin with a damn pump
Blind niccas look at you and they can even see you're blind
So I'll blow ya brains on a book, so the world can read your mind...
MU'FUCCA
Legendary?.Now Scriptures
My guns make ya stiff like i spray starch DE's that make sparks
all i got is a blade wit a stain mark my flows like sushi its made raw
Its ok dogg but your not safe dogg slice ya limbs wit a chainsaw
you couldnt see me like blind crossing guards watching me J~walk
Yall bugs i stay wit raid dogg to spray all shoot ya chest till ya chains off
cut ya witta needle & make a blade mark puttin pets down a shot to lay dogs
I stay armed I'll cut ya till the blades gone take ya gun ya gauges gone
walk in ya house wit 8 bombs a made don guns heavy enough to cave palms
Hand on my other wrist to shoot ya with a straight arm i out thought my mind my brains gone
getting some head jus say my brains on i'll fuck the concrete to say this track been raped on
InCizion
~I?m the master of fool?s sentiments! As if intents, are spent rent, pained~
~So InCizion convents bombed testaments! Of ill tenements meant maimed~
~And InCiz will kill tools imminent & spill ya drools too invent dents, aimed-
~While styles absent are filled with nonsense, as I rule ya repentance, shamed~
~Here?s the evidence! As I levy fools experiments and tear ya vents & game~
~As it?s time to repair immense rhymes too intense! and compare ends, lame~
~So I dare any friend or enemy, in the end to amend and wear sense, plain~
~ As most won?t share cents like 50, Actin all shifty & tend to dare men, tame~
~It?s gettin tense, as if intense clips G?s and my attempts seem empty, blamed~
~Cuz I have styles locked up like Pimp C, and fools tempt me plenty, TAMED~
~So I?ll make spews walk like a gimp B, as most exempt & resent me, gamed~
~SO why act testy and try to test me? As if I won?t fry, as pest fleas got rained~
FIYA
I spawn devilish, wit calm rhetoric, flow?s hard like manifested residual evidence
I planned the death of spiritual sentiment, to perpetually hit ya wit lyrical temperment
More than elegant, my spirits benevolent, I work miracles out of ur satirical testament
Murals with mirrors of limited retrospect, cuz ive startled more kids than attention deficit
Wit minimal ties, a cynical parasite, I pin point to cynically single out stereotypes
Diminish and terrorize, I?ll mimic u physically then leave u mentally paralyzed
Im deep inside your brain, hidden in between your frame of reference
Wit remaining pestilence, I let the fear rip apart ur ears until the pain is deaf-in-ite
In a blur, I work wizardry with words, rehearse this verse, then insert misery and worse
Simple spur, I hurt bitches when I burst, then disperse the church like victims with a curse
FiYa?s known to spontaneously combust, dying prone soon as titanium turns to rust
Switch the throne, simultaneously adjust, then fly wit chrome and leave ur cranium in dust
LC Konvict?Now Jay Breeze
i got that stomp TA-END-SHIT, uproot the UNDERWORLD/
ass pinned TO-A-HIT, like elastic UNDER-WURR/ (underwear)
i gotcha EYES-LEAKIN, WISE HEATIN, touch wit the STREET-TALK/
BY-SEASON, LIE-LEGIONS, deep where ya FEET-TALK/
you musta GOT-LOST, TWISTED-IN-A-BRIEF-BLAZE/
the world GOT-BOSSED, like they MISSED-ME-WIT-THAT-BRIEF-CASE/ (bosses work with brief cases.)
these bitches GET-DROPPED, and SHOOK like SODA-POP/
you getcha NECK-FLOSSED, MISTOOK, like a PHOTO-SWAP/ (fake as wankstas)
ill make yo ANKLES-BUST, HOT-SAUCE, BALLIN/
its like im ANGLE-DUST, BLOCK-COST is FALLIN/
yo DEATH-A-PROMISE-BITCH, nuthin like a THREAT/
world REST-ON-COMAS, SWITCH, the rest sleep VET/ (vets put animals to sleep)
LUNATIC (ME)
FBI peepin me cuz i pack that heat rap wen my brain snaps i be blowin shit up //
No need for that sleek gat to attack im so ill that wen i spit im always throwin shit up //
Im lyrically possesed, ima ill figure with tourn flesh, one of the best i suggest //
I attest against ur protest, lyrically best with reflex, the rest i leave impressed //
Leaven sceptics depressed an depraved murder ur thoughs an get left ina grave //
Theres nothin left of u to save, brains stretched across the pave at a holy rave //
Ill leave ur soul reversed wit my lyrical thirst it hurts jus to see ur guts disperse //
It gets worse as i immerse u in a curse of curse words an watch ya soul diverse //
I get so heated the sun is needin ice to be greeted, an thats leaven ya fleet defeated //
Mission completed im undefeated even wen the best haven cheated, to conceited //
Iv already commited suicide, an then me and the evil side collide, where no rules abide //
Destroyin shit worldwide, the evilness neva subsides, ur chance to live has been denied //
Death to all i decide with hellish pride, i laugh at ur thoughts divide, as i set ur brain aside //
Stretch Dinero
When it comes to hands...nicca I'm nice with these
Turn ya back, treat you like chop tray and slice ya cheese
Either way you don't want me to pop out things
Dont wanna fight cuz I learned my hand-game playing KnockOut Kings
I'm in the hood, you a bitch dont wanna go around the jects
Tryna mock my words, they too thick and choke like a rope around ya neck
HQ know I'm great, so they sent me on a man hunt
I'ma commando type nicca sittin waitin with a damn pump
Blind niccas look at you and they can even see you're blind
So I'll blow ya brains on a book, so the world can read your mind...
MU'FUCCA
Legendary?.Now Scriptures
My guns make ya stiff like i spray starch DE's that make sparks
all i got is a blade wit a stain mark my flows like sushi its made raw
Its ok dogg but your not safe dogg slice ya limbs wit a chainsaw
you couldnt see me like blind crossing guards watching me J~walk
Yall bugs i stay wit raid dogg to spray all shoot ya chest till ya chains off
cut ya witta needle & make a blade mark puttin pets down a shot to lay dogs
I stay armed I'll cut ya till the blades gone take ya gun ya gauges gone
walk in ya house wit 8 bombs a made don guns heavy enough to cave palms
Hand on my other wrist to shoot ya with a straight arm i out thought my mind my brains gone
getting some head jus say my brains on i'll fuck the concrete to say this track been raped on