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2,475 posts, Lyrikill
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PLEASE, NO WACKNESS!!! Bring your best!! This IS a lyrics forum ain't it???
CYPHER....JOIN IN......
I'm a eighties baby, like a candypainted, 1988 Grand National/ I go hard, turbo charged, in every city I'm the capital/ magical capsules that'll rattle down the hatch/ grab a bottle o' Jack, and gobble it back/ blood alcohol content's intact/ no cotton in sacks, or pillows stopping my naps/ I whipped my confidence back/ slaving, mopping up crap/ monotonous aint it?/ I got on the tracks, my train of thought's coughing up stacks, smoking/ sharper than tacks, the father of rap is dancehall, I'm marketing that...........
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2,475 posts, Lyrikill
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166 posts, Registered User
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The last 80s baby- spit that New York flagrence wavy
styled ****- the head of A-l-l-a-h completes the outfit.
I'm a southern street disciple that you cant out wit
on the best day- gamma radiations lace yo outlets./
I'm bout sweat and tears- women never had me outsexed
Like ovenmits at collisions- I'm bout to catch wreck
I deplete the competition- roll craps to smash bets
You can get it to- after his wrath- yo ass next
I tend to follow up on that ass like bad checks./
You vexin me? Well hippos slide down giraffe necks./
That wont happen- sub zero flows in cold fashion./
Every since I could blow- its been loads of dome crackin./
Lyrikill comes with above average different skill./
But the novakane i spit is the **** for flippin krills./
Morphine Roberts is a whore's dream in combat
I get em wet when battlin- Ducati trafficin
X ray peer through walls for ripe coochie./
from the land where brazirres come undone like Sushi./
Morphine Roberts from "Fanage-a-toi"
Slave Narrative EP 2007
Last edited by MorphineRoberts; 2 Weeks Ago at 02:31 PM..
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2,475 posts, Lyrikill
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I gasped fast, alas, I hiccuped/
above average puts me at a C-plus!/
I'm G'd up, read up on it, first place on the pole/
Lyric honor role is I, baby moms on ma pole/
whore's scream for Lyrikill, not fa Morphine/
they 'yank me' like New York's team/
a fetus in da game but cant abort me/
"Attack On 54th Street", Daily News reported/
"unwarranted" now you're aquainted with the orderly's/
U dropped a hot drop Robbie, on me/
one stop hobby shop, murking is ma hobby/
Gotti's shotty on my body pumped, loaded/
make a body slumped, dumped it in somebodies trunk/
i'm hood like alot a monks (lol)/
wanna get a momma drunk/
and not see Obama flunk
Good ish Morph! I hope some serious fire gets drpped in here without slacking, and you didnt disappoint.
Last edited by Lyrikill; 2 Weeks Ago at 04:14 PM..
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1,051 posts, Deft Flow
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gotta say im mid to late nineties kid, great days behind me
watch cartoons till they blind me, pokemon cards beside me.
thats back in the day when i wanted to be a power ranger
and the little robot thing was like "now were in danger"
had a crush on kimberley, thats the pink one
so when that nostalgiac feelin get into me, i think son
of how infinitely simple it used to be, usually
no worries, slow hurries, mo journies
to the tv, for snick on nickelodeon
my happy ass bouncin off the wall kinda like rustoleum
i miss that, ima find the keys to my delorian
myspace.com/DeftFlow
reverbnation.com/DeftFlow
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166 posts, Registered User
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Flonominal- the snowball effect- hoes domino
Morphine got respect but Lyrikill is the honorable
Judged as a refugee- traffickin some contra blow
Once its in yo viens- you cant maintain and gonna want for mo
I'm comin with that sediment-metamorphic as evidence
you know I'm hard- walk throw brigades- brush off the bullet shards
all my 7th letter up while I **** that I (or 9)
They pen subliminal **** like they be tryna die
I see through pussy with that transperent eye
I disect em to the wetness- and smear they PAP all over the present
Uppercut with autism till you fall over- depressing
I aint even tryna pop that smith n wessen
NOPE!
X ray peer through walls for ripe coochie./
from the land where brazirres come undone like Sushi./
Morphine Roberts from "Fanage-a-toi"
Slave Narrative EP 2007
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2,475 posts, Lyrikill
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Hahaa!! So far, best display of lyrics on one page in awhile!! Keep em coming!
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166 posts, Registered User
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Quote:
Originally Posted by Flonominal
gotta say im mid to late nineties kid, great days behind me
watch cartoons till they blind me, pokemon cards beside me.
thats back in the day when i wanted to be a power ranger
and the little robot thing was like "now were in danger"
had a crush on kimberley, thats the pink one
so when that nostalgiac feelin get into me, i think son
of how infinitely simple it used to be, usually
no worries, slow hurries, mo journies
to the tv, for snick on nickelodeon
my happy ass bouncin off the wall kinda like rustoleum
i miss that, ima find the keys to my delorian
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Yo rhymes took me back to childhood, man. You got some **** man. It was way more relevant than mine cuz it was from the heart 
X ray peer through walls for ripe coochie./
from the land where brazirres come undone like Sushi./
Morphine Roberts from "Fanage-a-toi"
Slave Narrative EP 2007
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1,051 posts, Deft Flow
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step in for a taste, this the lyrics buffet
weapon is, special ingredients in my lemon souffle
rhymes is obedient, off the dome like toupee
only the meatiest, gotta try this sole fillet,
so my goal today, is to feed your brain
keep your grain, i got more things to gain
this is how me make bread
gotta keep this no nonsense conscious style eleva-ted
fp keep it hot, cook it up with alchemy
you know we rock the whole joint, the front to the balcony
myspace.com/DeftFlow
reverbnation.com/DeftFlow
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1,051 posts, Deft Flow
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bump
this is a good one
myspace.com/DeftFlow
reverbnation.com/DeftFlow
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