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posted: 07-22-2002 07:32 PM |
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TaLi RodrigueZ
Top 5 Dead Or Alive !!
Registered: Sep 2000
Location: ATL/OHIO...Depends when you catch me..
Posts: 6167
Status: Offline
Interests:
Logically picking apart every aspect of your poorly constructed arguments...
Favorite Artist:
Pun
Favorite Quote:
Gimme a camera and a monkey suit and it's a done deal - Kasper
AOL: RaLi TodrigueZ
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How I feel Right Now
SMACK YA, BACK TA, THE SIXTH SENSE WHEN RAPPIN,
NO FLOWS, MATCHES, NO STOVE,
YA FIRES FLAPPIN,
IN WIND,
BUT USELESS, CREEP, SMACKIN YOU TOOTHLESS, WIT NO HANDS, FEEL LIKE YA HEAD IS HOOKED ON NOOSES,
STRUGGLIN,
NO BREATH, DEATH
THE ONLY OPTION,
COPPIN PLEAS...LIKE BROKE G'S IN COMPTON,
MY FEET STOMPIN..
BEAT DONE MADE ME A BEAST, I CEASE FROM MURDER...
GET ON A TRACK,YOU LOOK WACK, PRIDE BURGLER,
MOVE FURTHER..
THAN OPPOSITION, PRO KNOWN SMASH YA SHIT LIKE YOUTHFUL WISHIN,
IN HELL'S KITCHEN,
FUCK IT..
ANGELS HEAVEN,
I STILL RISE AND SNATCH YA LIFE, RHYMIN IN SEVENS,
77 WAYS, SEVEN SEVENTY'S SUNG, MY SONG SUNG ABOUT 7 DIFFERENT TIMES WHEN COPS COME,
POPS BRUNG, SLAPS TO MA'S FACE SHE CRYIN,
2, BOYS PLAYIN WIT GUNS, PROVOKIN THE SIRENS,
3 DOUSES.....BLEACH TO ONES EYESIGHT,
4 FIENDS FIGHTIN WIT KNIVES OVER THE CRACKPIPE,
5 FRIENDS, 2, MOVE, 3..ON THE LOOK OUT,
ALL BOOK OUT, WHEN THE SNITCH HAD PEEPED THE JOOK OUT,
6 ON THE CORNER, LAMPIN, AINT DOIN NUTHIN.."GROUP A NIGGERS, OH ITS A GANG!", START CUFFIN,
I START SNUFFIN..
HOPIN THESE PIGS IS BLUFFIN,
THEY START CLUBBIN,
BODY DROPPED LIKE IT WAS DRUMMIN,
ABOUT A DOZEN,
VERSE ME, TILL IT WAS NUMBIN...
FUCK A SUMMONS,
THE SENTENCE..CLUB BEAT DOWN,
NEIGHBORS WAS YELLIN..AND STARTED FLOODIN THE STREETS NOW,
COPS BOUNCE, ICE SNOWBALLS, HITTIN THE WINDOW..THEY SKATE OFF, QUICKER THAN TROPIC HURRICANE WIND BLOW
MY TINTS LOW, 3 MONTHS LATER PASSIN THE KRAUSERS,
GLOCK POWER, SQUATIN IN BUSH FA HALF AN HOUR,
HE TOOK LONG, SWEEPSTAKE CROOK, ALTHOUGH A CHEAP SKATE, PARTNER DIRTY TOO, NO QUESTION OF HOW THEY EAT BAIT,
ATTRACTED BY THE MONEY ENVOLVED THEY MET FA E PILLS,..
STEEP BILLS..IGNORANT NOT KNOWIN THAT GREED KILLS,
BROUGHT 2000 FA 150...THE DEAL WAS COOL...TILL MY MANS LAUGHIN, FELL, OFF THE STOOL,
COPS CONFUSED,
I RUN THRU, IM BUSTIN,
SHOOTIN DOWN BADGES, THEY DROP, SCREAMIN AND CUSSIN,
CAGED UP, PENTED UP RAGE, HAD LOOKED THE GAUGE UP,
7 SLUGS DEADED THEY LIFE, STUNTED THEY AGE UP...
__________________
AuDiOs...Edumacate Yourself!
Grendel's Ish'
CLICK HERE TO SEE A CRACKHEAD GET HIS ASS BEAT!!
Last edited by TaLi RodrigueZ on 01-03-2003 at 08:13 PM
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posted: 01-03-2003 08:15 PM |
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TaLi RodrigueZ
Top 5 Dead Or Alive !!
Registered: Sep 2000
Location: ATL/OHIO...Depends when you catch me..
Posts: 6167
Status: Offline
Interests:
Logically picking apart every aspect of your poorly constructed arguments...
Favorite Artist:
Pun
Favorite Quote:
Gimme a camera and a monkey suit and it's a done deal - Kasper
AOL: RaLi TodrigueZ
In My CD
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Bunch
Of
Instru
Mentals
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Lesson One - Virgin Dialect Enhancement
sever the neck, inspect dialects of 10 tecs
revere Aztecs of war in architectural specs
mind design blueprint, new hints of fooled stints,
wash the pain away, black ice on my mits, freezin my tints
7 righteous value 144 thousand soldiers, 4 devils wit boulders, mmedula file folders, shoulder blade cuts, super soaker holsters,
in a bullet gun fight, with one sight to summon might
drop galiath with stones composed of MIDI sequence and poems
drones to a lone ranger land Ima nomadic individual,
critical lyrical conditions of satirical spritual visuals
opitimal clinical, health low, desperate illegal criminal,
state of mind only thing left to communicate thru subliminals,
with unorthodox rituals, born on the 7th day of January 81,
destined fa greatness evolve thru my baby son, sick since I turned out a baby nun, and smacked religious clergy, smash the popes wheelchair when Im thirty, leave the vatican in ruins dress the cross with dirty girlies whos porno worthy
while I stay in the cut watchin the fall of idiocyncricys, pigment dark brown, absorb colors godly light frequencies,
Faith without works is dead, so I dread utter stagnate, use dialect as bate, to reverse devil debates with irrate men with hell of the mind fate,
cuz heaven doesnt exist and hell is what you live in, only heaven is in the mind, if you live like god and divine driven,
livin in a Grid like World where futures are Pre Perscribed, and Real scribes of Real lives are killed for disrupting Satanic rulling vibes,
the man of origin land stolen since my foremothers belly was first swolllen, raised ignorant to my sickness like an unchecked cancerous colon
walk around with strength omnipotent, but most is unused and heads lay impotent,
cant fertilize their lives and excuse the ignorance with the innocence
__________________
AuDiOs...Edumacate Yourself!
Grendel's Ish'
CLICK HERE TO SEE A CRACKHEAD GET HIS ASS BEAT!!
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posted: 01-03-2003 08:16 PM |
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TaLi RodrigueZ
Top 5 Dead Or Alive !!
Registered: Sep 2000
Location: ATL/OHIO...Depends when you catch me..
Posts: 6167
Status: Offline
Interests:
Logically picking apart every aspect of your poorly constructed arguments...
Favorite Artist:
Pun
Favorite Quote:
Gimme a camera and a monkey suit and it's a done deal - Kasper
AOL: RaLi TodrigueZ
In My CD
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Bunch
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Profetic vs. Filter
You must be Loco, Fuckin wit ProPro on tha DOLO, plus yall CO-D Homos spit the same Lame shit like rePosts of BigBootyCoCo,
I disrupt Phonos and line inputs and outputs, throwin keyed or mouth hooks, that put BigMouth crooks in Rigamortiz and leave even DirtySouth Shook,
You shaken now you RE'd up wit BLUV and Ominus, but they bound to Bust after I Mash Filt into a Pound of Puss,
I hope they found the Bus,
Plus NY is suspect, ya cats is too Jiggy, and Ya BitchAss ducked IllREpute cuz you thought I was Cool wit Q-Diggy,
Filt you Miss me?,
Quittin and comin back, Just to peep my Posts, givin Toasts to THAGOD quotes, but I Boast and you Gone Ghost,
Well nigga Pack ya Tote,
this time you deaded from Blunts forever, and Im a show up at all BattleBoards to end your Text Endeavors,
Ties is Severed,
You Wack, Now you Callin out the Menaces, Real Emcees is too nice, You aint worth Remedial Sentences,
or My broke Sega Genesis,
Denounce you to Lounge head, postin wit Spitz, engagin in Wack Convo, Scared to Wrong Pro, cuz I pull LongBows Pronto, and wildOut like Bucking Broncos, leavin the CO-D head Honcho, in a Newly Crimson Poncho,
this Guys Inebriated, Put a fuckin Fork in him hes Done, When I step like who want it, You like "Jamar Nubar!, Hes the One!", You prolly havin Duns Son, You bitch made, shook at my Pen Name, you pussy lemme get DameFlamez fa this GangBang...
...Gassed cuz I came Weak of the Rush Keyed, But Sub was Lucky, You get the Rebound Rap, My Baggage is Grumpy, leavin You Lumpy,
THAGOD Pro, waxed you,
Respect this, or flexed Quick wit a caved In Chest Kid, Im Sexist, Hate Bitches, Jerz Grown Chump, Dont forget to Guard ya LExus...
"DONT BLAME ME, BLAME THE STREETS THAT RAISED ME"...HAHA
PEACE FAM...
__________________
AuDiOs...Edumacate Yourself!
Grendel's Ish'
CLICK HERE TO SEE A CRACKHEAD GET HIS ASS BEAT!!
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posted: 01-03-2003 08:19 PM |
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TaLi RodrigueZ
Top 5 Dead Or Alive !!
Registered: Sep 2000
Location: ATL/OHIO...Depends when you catch me..
Posts: 6167
Status: Offline
Interests:
Logically picking apart every aspect of your poorly constructed arguments...
Favorite Artist:
Pun
Favorite Quote:
Gimme a camera and a monkey suit and it's a done deal - Kasper
AOL: RaLi TodrigueZ
In My CD
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Bunch
Of
Instru
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Profetic vs. Ace Da Slickest
YOUR BLASPHEMIC ACTIONS HAVE GONE ON FOR TOO LONG...DEATH IS YOUR ONLY REFUGE...
THE ABDUCTION:
I spit retarded with a heavy tongue
bash lungs fa fun
cut ya nerves off in ya feet but youll still think that you can run
methodically, I pick you apart like epistimology
and find your real meaning is Ace da "I'll lubricate ya cock if you sod-o-me"
graphic displays in ways im psychopathic
your lucky Blunts accepts gays like elastic faithed catholics
acrobatics flip spits like floor routine skits
switch mentals to ass kick
you lay more bricks than Knicks
in the clutch of big match ups
I use cats like you on the reg to boost my ego and juice my stats up
my style is analyzed closer then cuniform
I'll drop you off in East LA rockin an immigration uniform
outta space cases but Area 51 cant place it
smash Aces wit wilds, take you to 85 and strangle you wit fat laces
eat you alive, digest and dissolve you in gastric emerses
excrete you, flush you, then wipe my ass wit ya verses
THAT WAS ENUFF TO SEIZE YOUR SIMPLE TRAIN OF THOUGHT... NOW...THE LABOTOMY:
with mind over matter, i shatter lames and overconfident claims/go to Spain speakin spanish and te re-muevo your fuckin brain/reduce ya frame, sippin lipids, iron and acidic aminos/XL like Chino, with vetoes, to end your feeble posts finito/
I should take it easy now i understand why youre so mad/your dads a powerful fag/your walk and talk prove your rectums injured bad/
concoct an elixir, mixing blood drops and your pictures/to create fixtures on your skin of poison filled blisters/fuck your sisters, and force them to stab needles in your inflictions/and watch as Pro presses down wit thumbs oozing fluid out like pistons/since youre insistin, I'll elevate you in your church like baby christenins/then wit fist ends, pummel your useless body bustin thru skin wit a sick, slick grin/
just to mock you/while you scream "Pro, Ive only got 2!!!"/breaths, *inhale,exhale* then ya death, now you croc stew/I woulda ate you but your only fit for animals/my Hanibal flow you cant contain wit diamond encased manacles/
the final chapter verse seven/Im leavened like bread to heaven/you try to deaden ya life, cuz hell is warmer then Profetics inflections/
purely maniacle, homicidal voice box bleedin preachins/cut ya arms off so you'll cease to have the ability to reach-in/you screechin, hittin breaks when my red light gleams/tear ya crotch inseams, just to expose youre pussy to family and Blunt teams/stop front-ing, I see fear from the clik-clak of your knees/and how you smoke nicotine, while jerking off to big booty magazines/I shatter dreams
and laugh like Im watching Martin re-runs/yeah you could flee son!, but 3 tons couldnt raise your weight in my regions/look at my legions in droves/O.D.ing off cloves of dro', exhaling O's/to lassow and smoke you while your body is crushed in fo's/AHHHHHHH!!!!!!
your yells for help only fuel my murderous spree/Im loving your pleas, while I slowly penetrate your eyes with my keys/
How could you ever think to challenge Profetic aka Kingnab/from shift to tab/typin bombs to terrorize your life like Arabs....
YOU HAVE BEEN AN EXAMPLE TO ALL...PLEASE...THE BLOODSHED WILL NOT END UNTIL ALL SUBJECTS REALIZE THE POWER OF THE OMNIPOTENT ONE......PROFETIC!!!
BEWARE, PROPHECIES ARE NOW BEING FULFILLED....
__________________
AuDiOs...Edumacate Yourself!
Grendel's Ish'
CLICK HERE TO SEE A CRACKHEAD GET HIS ASS BEAT!!
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posted: 01-03-2003 08:21 PM |
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TaLi RodrigueZ
Top 5 Dead Or Alive !!
Registered: Sep 2000
Location: ATL/OHIO...Depends when you catch me..
Posts: 6167
Status: Offline
Interests:
Logically picking apart every aspect of your poorly constructed arguments...
Favorite Artist:
Pun
Favorite Quote:
Gimme a camera and a monkey suit and it's a done deal - Kasper
AOL: RaLi TodrigueZ
In My CD
A
Bunch
Of
Instru
Mentals
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Profetic vs. Poop Master Flex
I WILL SPARE U ALL THE FOOLISH ANTICS AND GET STRAIGHT TO THE DISMEMBERMENT OF MY WORTHLESS OPPONENT, POOPMASTERFLEX.
lil'blunted threw me in this battle just to juice my fuckin record/
cuz ur less of a challenge than forcing a bitch to fuck Tyson Beckford/
all u do is make me angry, in previous battles I was calm/commence to drop bombs worse than the disease Job had in Psalms/
ur flow is now embalmed/
morgue rappers get gorged faster/
send u Off Balance like Laster/
from a 10.4 natural disaster/
u fuckin pimple/
ur simple like sayin, "ur lost like the S.S. Minnow"/
but Im more complex then MalcomX and the cause behind his wife being a Widow/
do the science, the mathematics, calculus and trigonometry/
Im a monopoly, ur only choice is heeding my philosophy/
ur humorous acts/get beat, battered and smacked/snapped like cracked backs/wit blood oozing from ur thorax cuz that shit split in half/(u annoying ass insect)
Im a lyrical cerial killer, death to me means nuthing/
Im entertained by ur blue skin and ur last huffing and puffing/
Im usually nice, but wit mics im fucking evil/
choppin ur body up wit lyrics till there's no chance for retrieval/
u droppin first was a stunt which couldnt be accomplished by evil kanevil/u couldnt stay on point with a SCHURE Professional DJ Needle/
so how the fuck did u have the cahonas/
to walk up in my house like the Evans let Wilona/(Good Times)
ur not a family friend, u cant defend when ur stuck in eternal fuckin coma/
IM DONE WITH U NOW, THIS WAS JUST THE BARE MINIMAL, DONT EVER MUSTER THE AUDACITY TO ENTER MY NEIGHBORHOOD AGAIN, OR U WILL BE DEALT WITH IN A MORE PAINFUL MANNER.
OUT.
"DONT FUCK WITH NEW JERSEY!"
__________________
AuDiOs...Edumacate Yourself!
Grendel's Ish'
CLICK HERE TO SEE A CRACKHEAD GET HIS ASS BEAT!!
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