Spit some bars

[Stab Judah]

on the joint point to point
get mine
this sign has sharp edges
tall buildings and ledges
you take pledges
heads beaten with sledges
brains split with wedges and mashed to meshes
no threat kids
I ment this
i sent this
to be seen
box on scene
talks on me
2pac's death see
anger that murder be
anger that murder me
y'all need ta murder me
now that you heard of me
now that your worry be
left in the ****ing sea
life can be empty
and empty i want it
just smoked a bag
i merry the chronic
i'm tonic and toxic
i talk sick i'm on it
demonic

[Stab Judah]

I'm gonna be worse than ****ing Hitler now
and tell you every imagination with details on how

rule one
no need for guns
take to the night kill each of the chosen sons
rule two
never be direct on what you do
select a target that no one thought you knew
Rule three
leave the house empty
less value held, holds less ID
Rule four
make them think what's more
when they think they have you took
declare all war
rule five
keep at least one alive
for the glory you need someone tell the story
rule six
never forget these tricks
leave broken bones in place of hope and ****
rule seven
forget about going to heaven
pick a path go there
forget you met them
rule eight
accept a deleted faith
give everything you can
then send them to the grave
rule nine
show it's not a lie n
hit your target when you fly in
Rule ten
don't accept a life in the pen
hit them where it hurts
don't tell them when

[BoZz]

david haye is so gay

on july 2 he's gonna pay

fo all the sh** he's been talking

he's gonna a need a stick to be walking

wlads brother vitali is gonna dance

while haye is gonna get butt ****ed by a dude called lance

haye will cry because his vagina gonna get dry

[Stab Judah]

Wrote a letter to the Nation of Islam
wrapped it in bacon
so they could go ham
damn let it go pow
thought i'd be dead by now
put the gun to my head tell me how
wow your eyes filled with hate
bet you're just feeling great
i filled my fate

[F l i c k e r]

what the hell kinda shyt is this?
flow trickle, blocked by ya prostate
broken up? no no; surgery, time to operate
give em somethin to learn, watch em imitate
monkey see, monkey do, go and imitate
then at least it'll sound decent
that beastie boy bullshyt, sound like a circus
to quote JohnnyMac "You cannot be Serious!"
It's sad to know that's ya style
At least copy that dude from 8 mile
Then again don't.... that shyt sounds kinda garbage too
The delivery on that flow? you might wanna ghost writer too
But listen, go back, step outside the box and you might sound dope
Until then, you just a gaffel; fake ass coke

[F l i c k e r]

Yes, I can end each bar with the same word
that doesn't mean you can use the same word
it's the flow that i use
the force that i use
force choke you and discard you, cause your used
then revive you and turn you into something useful
till you fail at that and i break you again like you brittle
the bars i create is nothing simple
but i use them so well, it seems so simple
then you regurgitate and hope it sounds the same
but dawg, when you recreate the mona lisa, its just so lame
now it doesn't mean i'm the greatest
it's just fun and games, i don't wanna be famous
so like a cat like thief, i'll remain nameless.

[Enos Mesi]

new words for ya
ubay ebba gonday ecta illay
i onday onpay illay all day

[Enos Mesi]

Bombs burstin fire works get it fire works
wire hurts cross throats and higher notes

[D-MiZe]

I ain't never gonna go down, I'm floatin like a boat,
Write these words on paper, that's what I call a bank note,
I got a dank throat, when I spit, they know my name,
When I play, they know my game.

Fuck the money and the fame, I gotta eat, hunger pain.
Life's over in a flash and I'm in the fast lane,
Get you high, I am the pilot of this plane, we cruisin'
We on top, you loosin'.
Fuck alarms, I'm snoozin'.

[THe TRiNiTY]

Filled with piss and vigor, hittin' hard like Chavez to ya ribs and liver//
And spit it fast, like Ferrari speedometer's hittin' triple figures//
Don't know me, get familiar, stay with hella talent//
While you're an old joke like watermelons and mallets//
Victory is mine, so check the ballots//
You pullin' the upset? Better chance Rosie O'Donnell would digest a salad//
My words are food for thought, while no one puts a steak in yours//
So there's no evidence to support ya claims like ancient saviors//
Rest assured, I'm on a different level, intellectually//
Especially when these imbecilic fellas are steppin' next to me//
I cripple the masses in a matter of minutes//
Faster then calculators can add up mathematical digits//
We're not on the same story, impractical tenants//
I'm writin' the book before you bastards have a chapter that's finished//
We ain't related in any way, hope you can understand me//
Cause you ****in' meat heads, think it's all in the family//