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tthousand

tthousand

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with my third eye open I'm scoping
hoping I ain't missing my intuition
influencing sentence penmanship
induce unavoidable psychological trip
as the spirit and mind start to drift
shift into the abyss that we missed
the tenderest gift of tenderness
light up some **** and get lit
take another hit ...
 
you've heard the world is yours
now let's explore this metaphor
you can't control the whole globe
you know what you know is what you know
you can't let that **** go
bow down to the flow
psycho schizo come on ***** let's go
my words hopping like a pogo
my verses hip like a logo
got you going coo coo for cocoa
oh no I'm still hitting more trees than Bono
been way too long since I've phoned Yo
but you don't even so
don't act like we close hoe
I'm the type to close hoe
end the show
finish this telepathically with a fatality choke hold
smoke in my nose
feeling fresh like a new pair of clothes
be still I've got you under my scope
look and see the last hope
showing you that truth can still be wrote
later to become a quote
something that the people spoke
before they kicked out the stool
feeling the rope ain't that some **** dude?
 
Step 2 da Right, Step 2 da Left
Ether way it go's Grim Doe Here to Murk da MIC,
Causing Panic and Chaos Along with Disorder,

This Mystic Creature is ya" Feature
If ya Desire to get cha" Body parts Rearranged !
Lyrical Butcher, Telepathic Psychopath,
((Futuristic Skitsofrantic Cannibal)) !

Chasing Down My Enemy's with Leatherface Chainsaw,
Turning yall punk *itch'es into Coleslaw,
My Flows are so cold you can feel da Frost,
As if My Name was Sub-Zero!
Packing Sub Be-low Zero Blows......
 
It's insane main, cain't explain how I maintain
This precise aim, in the mainframe of the game
It ain't the same, too many have changed
Rearranged their brains just to hide from the pain

Nothing to gain, so I go against the grain
Knowing damn well, I'll see nothing but rain
Fortune and fame, the one thing we all adore
And so bitches holler war until their throats are sore

A real man can't take the floor, cos they want more
They wanna see you exit through that final door
You're never gonna exist if you play their *****
Hopping out of a four door ford and smearing blood on your door

This is part thug, part drugs, and part never heard before
Like that part you never heard before from your favorite song
Bumping a bootleg of the don singing along
Until that new part comes on...

**** son! Now this that ****! THIS THE ****!
 
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shiver me timbers
I like to Dismember,
Blowing blunts
Clearly through December
Buck ya gender your sweet as ginger
Grim Doe is quick to flip thos
Into Unknown Dead Does
Constantine Infrared Laser Beams
Don't have ish on Me
I'll hit cha with a photon blast
With da full force of a Quasar
Having ya dead @$$ illuminating
in broad day light
Even with cha Nano-Scale Meters
Yall can't Decipher this
none of y'all can't reach
My Quantum level
As I Rewriting Physics
and Causing Havoc
With My Trigonometry
Pulling off Unsolved Mysteries
It was easy to have seen
It was straight up Misery
Into Internity
 
when it's time to go toe to toe I'm gonna unload
explode, then reload

I'm out smoking indo
Outside your window
I'm a smash it in Doe
Blast you and kinfolk
Fill y'all with smoke
Choke on my quotes
Realest **** I spoke
**** all of that hope
Watch it turn to rope
Around our neck close
And it's ready to close
Cased closed? Nope!

It's just begun
Enter the one son
Man on fire
No liar
Hand me the lighter
Sire of the lost empire
Desires to be a rider
A fighter in the form of a writer
A supplier in the physical
This is the true lyrical
Mystical spiritual miricals
 
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Blowing Dro out My Nose
Levitating As I go,
Creeping Incognito

Grim Doe
Spitting Inferno Flows
Vaporizing Hoe's
Cremating, Eliminating
Even Casualties

T-Minus Zero
I'll Sett a Blaze to ya Reality
Burning up your Elegant Swag Mod
With Simmering Freestyle Modes
There's No coping with this Human Torch
Torching up your Fabrics an smoking up ya" Indo
Toe to Toe I'll have you busted out like camel toe
Comatose paraplegic
Squeezing on a Grenade Hoping this is the Way,
Until ya open up ya eyes an ya Discovered
You Busted all over ya Clothes
What a Disgrace...........
 
I hear what you saying but I ain't playing
I give a damn if you got a plan to **** your man satan
wait man what the **** was I saying
that's not the name that they gave him alright lil raven

fly back to the murder before I serve ya
I heard ya and I was disturbed bruh, but know what?
I don't give a **** as my deadly raps bust
Reach out and leave you touched

... several days later....

I pick the pen up
PLACE it back in the grenade
What I think what you meant was
You ready to play

I'll tell you talk this way
Now watch how the rhyme is made
An easy display
Not to be confused with a cliche

There no escape
It's time to face what I create
Another mind state
Taking state over what you have at stake

Like batman's back you need a break
I'm back man
What the **** is up with all the hate
**** it it's too late

Suppose it's back to the mother ****ing case
.... You getting off my mother ****ing case
 
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I be da War Lord of Horror,
King of Gorra!
Buck Da Crucifix'es an Triple 6ix'es
Grim Doe is only here to turn Braveheart's into Dead Doe's
I'll blast anyone of tho's out tha Cosmos
Right into Molecules Rearrange da particles
Just to Multiply My Atoms
as I'm subtracting any one of your Existences

Only packing Mystic Stylez an Getting Buck Wild
Turning Ice into Fire an Fire back into Ice
No need for a Short Circuit
Turning the's R2-D2's into Scrap Metal
I'm a free stylish
kamikaze Specialist
synchronizing My Insanity
With My Freestyle Weaponry
 
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Begin the discussion as my pulse rushing
Aware of the repercussions so I'm busting
Trusting nothing throwing the L's in the air
I don't care who's there we ain't playing fair

It's game-over you need another quota
You know what you supposed to soldier
Truth holder nothing colder peep the code word
Decode slurred verbs from an adverse verse

I'm like you little buster welcome to earth
Your soul hurts when I step on your dirt
I got a whole collection of shirts from work
What I put in is worth more it's worth

A blessing and a curse since the birth
Now behind the scenes I lurk unseen
Hearing silent screams that piece the darkest dreams
It's harvest and I'm a being similar to a king

Bring it! I'm a warrior waiting to devour the next offering....
 
These dudes rapping about the movies
Trying to sooth me like a jaquzzi
Got me truly unruly like who's he to me
Got my roots in writing and battling emcees
Viciously inconspicuously serving defeat
Victory is what I reap... a lonely existence
cos you ain't never had a friend like me
Remember back in elementary...
I Got Around and was haunted by my Temptations
Junior high I thought you died
It's a lie I was saying
Cried and dried my eyes and said a prayer
Hail Mary Makaveli you were there
Then in my teenage years
Running with my peers
Shedding plenty tears
Where the **** do I go from here
My memory isn't clear
Plus no one's even here to hear
Facing my deepest fear... A destiny destined to reappear
 
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You be the Emo
Creepin on Elbows
Giving out free deepthroats
Getting fondled by
Elmos and Weirdos
Your da Number 1# Homo !
I'll launch a rocket directly at cha
if we was playing a game of GTA
just to watch ya
f@ggity f@g @$$ turn into fragments
yeah I'll admit
My lyrics are Horrific
and your death was Terrific
 
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I ain't feeling that shit,
like Shao Khan say Pathetic
it's about to get hectic
like getting your head kicked with a back-flip
verbal gymnastics
weed a blunt and a matchstick
can you match it
catch me if you can before I'm in your head man
bout to smoke some headband, s.d., and o.g.
you know me homie
I'm like my weed, you busters can't blow me
now where the love at? show me!
f*** the phoney
this shit right here is for only the lonely
f*** a show pony
I'll turn you into boloney

My boloney was an emcee, but now he R.I.P.s . . .
Phoney homie went against me, now it's time I eat
 
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Are you lost? You want that beef? I'll deliver...
You want some soul? I start singing, leaving you in shivers
Or you can feel the stinging as my point enters
Point me to the center
I'm taking on anyone who enters
From the real deal contenders
To the wanna be's and pretenders
Truly leaving them dismembered
As I start to take apart what they remember
It's another cold day in November
My art enters the heart rendered
Leaving all surrendered to no avail
What they hail no one in the end heard
Cos in the end none of us have been heard
 
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I live my life like Obi one Kenobi,
You Fugly Ugly Duckling
I'll blast your head off
Just to watch you do
The Headless Dougie
I'll punch and stomp
your guts into Angus
Until you start leaking out
of your Anus
Leaving you Brainless,
Dazed and Confused Techniques
is going to get cha Nowhere
 
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When you do something right
Take a stand for a scene
everyone wants to fight
there was an old dean
with a name of Pirate
he got what he deserved
Always causin' a riot.
but he just got served.
Now a scene can rejoice
As the truth has been settled
will we hear his voice
or has that ship been rattled
 
NeonNight enters the race.
The champion athlete in PSX-Place.
Bringing rhymes that grinds minds down to chunks and blows them up to space.


Like a rocket.
I'm a faucet leaking words and you cannot stop it.
So drop the plot and accept that like NeonNight you cannot rock it.

#yolo


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