Silents Weapons For Quiet Wars

[Miburo]

I'm waxing nostalgic tonight homies, so here's a shoutout to maybe the sickest verse in the history of hip hop.

Killa Sin:

Yo, it's like I remember slapboxin' now we clap shots to catch props
From knockin' rocks on the block to chop the fat crops of chalk
I see the Jakes and motivate cause half my team be holdin' weight
We march across the Golden Gate Bridge, my mind is in the soldier state
Forever real, troops'll never squeal, so my Berettas peel
Leisurely, and infiltrate your metal shields easily
I'm pleased to be, the man hundred grand, the tan Lands
Now my Clan's doin' tours of Japan to San Fran
Cisco liver than disco packin' nickel plated pistols
That keep my block hot like burnin' Crisco
Wu-Renegades
Deadly switchblades

[-jose-]

Renegades are slayed in steel cage, that wave war bladesat United Snakes parade, the unforgiven law no mercy
Build controversy, then perform surgery Killarmy, we meet at a ninety degree angle Universal star angels, we form the tip of a triangle like Egyptians did, I perform inside pyramids
Wu-Tang, a scientist, label me the last lyricist for today's Genesis, surrender Take you on an adventure like they had kidnapped seven ninjas

[Miburo]

How come no one has rhymes like this anymore jose? It's all forced bull**** now

[-jose-]

How come no one has rhymes like this anymore jose? It's all forced bull**** now

artist back in the days rhymed for the love of hip hop now in days they do it for the love of the money like you said "forced bull****"