― Fat Anarchy on Airtube (ex machina), Monday, 21 February 2005 00:09 (fourteen years ago) Permalink
NO REYNOLS - TRACK 7NNCK - ASSIGNMENT SUBUDFACTRIX - SNUFF BOXSonny Sharrock - Once Upon a TimeOMOIDE HATOBA - SKOAL!
― Fat Anarchy on Airtube (ex machina), Monday, 21 February 2005 00:13 (fourteen years ago) Permalink
― Tim Ellison (Tim Ellison), Monday, 21 February 2005 00:18 (fourteen years ago) Permalink
― The Argunaut (sexyDancer), Monday, 21 February 2005 01:49 (fourteen years ago) Permalink
but still not as good as "Portrait of Linda in Three Colors..."
― Sonny, Ah!!1 (Sonny A.), Monday, 21 February 2005 02:18 (fourteen years ago) Permalink
― Dr. Eldon Tyrell (ex machina), Monday, 21 March 2005 03:45 (fourteen years ago) Permalink
one of those days when the corn dries upthat your nose turns redthe ground crackles as the crystals breaklate day, the sun sets, back up.
back up to the war, broGod is laying across your bed talking backwardshere: take my leg, take my eyes, take my braintake my brain... my brain.
move, move without the window againi got some blood on the floorthe window won't closeit's getting cold.
the winged merchant flies with eyes of fireno, no not this againit's like a skull that smokes instead of burnslike wet wood that's green, and fresh.
you want my chicken? my potato salad?you want me to tell you how my day was?well God was on my bed when i got homethat's how my day was.
― Dr. Eldon Tyrell (ex machina), Monday, 21 March 2005 03:48 (fourteen years ago) Permalink
Killa beez all over your f**kin planetThirty-six chambers of deathThree-hundred and sixty degrees of perfected stylesChoppin off your motherf**kin dome......peace, and every f**kin boroughCrooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, Staten IslandThe motherf**kin Bronx, killa beez....
(The sword? C'mon, give him the sword)
[Chorus: The Genius]
Clan in da front, let your feet stompNiggaz on the left, brag shit to deathNow hoods on the right, wild for the nightPunks in the back, c'mon and attract to...
The Wu is comin thru, the outcome is criticalF**kin wit my style, is sort of like a Miracleon 34th Street, in the Square of HeraldI gamed Ella, the bitch caught a Fitz like Gerald ---- ine Ferraro, who's full of sorrowCuz the hoe didn't win but the sun will still come out tomorrowand shine shine shine like gold mineHere comes the drunk monk, with a quart of BallentinePass the bone, kid pass the boneLet's get on this mission like Indiana Jones, the GZAOne who just represent the Wu-Tang clickWith the game and soul, of an old school flickLike the Mack and Dolemite, who both did bidsClaudine went to Cooley High and had mad kidsso stop, the life you save may be your motherf**kin ownI'll hang your ass with this microphoneMake way for the merge of trafficWu-Tang's comin thru with Full Metal JacketsGod squad that's mad hard to serveCome frontin hard, then Bernhard Goetz what he deserves
The response while I bomb that ass, "You ain't shit!"Your wack ass town had you gassedEgos is somethin the Wu-Tang crushSouped up niggaz on a stage get rushedI don't give a god damn, on the shows you didHow many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid?Cuz I don't know ya therefore show me what you knowI come sharp as a blade and I cut you slowYou become so Pat as my style increasesWhat's that in your pants ahhh human feces!Throw your shitty drawers in the hamperNext time come strapped with a f**kin PamperHow ya sound B? You're better off a quitterI'm on the mound G, and it's a no-hitterAnd my DJ the catcher, he's my manAnyway he's the one who devised the planHe throws the signs I hook up the beats with cloutI throw the rhymes to the mic and I strike em outSo it really doesn't matter on how you intrigueYou can't F**K with those in the major leagues
[Chorus -- 2X]
Hoods on the rightPunks in the back... to whatNiggaz on the leftHoods on the rightPunks in the back, c'mon... to what...let your feet stomp...brag shit to death...wild for the night(Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)(Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)(Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)Niggaz on the left, brag shit to deathHoods on the right, wild for the nightPunks in the back, c'mon and attract toClan in da front, let your feet stomp
― Dr. Eldon Tyrell (ex machina), Monday, 21 March 2005 03:50 (fourteen years ago) Permalink
Best song ever?― Fat Anarchy on Airtube (ex machina), Sunday, February 20, 2005 7:09 PM (thirteen years ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink
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