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[Mr. Lif]
I'm the fire bearer Holder of the sun The Earth and the universe combined as one An everlasting energy taking all forms Blue skies on sunny days, terrible the storms The one who tears down what you adorn And curses the material things that you mourn But look up in the sky 'cause I am the dawn And the light that empowers your flesh as you yawn Strong, undeniably so Lif better known as a society foe The deity glow reach into my center I bet you feel pleasure and pain as you enter The tormenter, pleaser, embracer, squeezer As your skeleton crush Your physical turns into gelatin plus Due to over stimuli You liquify I send you back to the earth soil to quench the turmoil When the ground splits To swallow of corporations and cops Give birth to rocks So we can have solid ground on which to walk Stand strong and talk And write down theories in chalk on the side walk Chorus: "The devil lurks and my heart irks for the hell Look into the eyes of a *nigga* who fell" -----> Buckshot "The devil lurks and my heart irks for the hell Look into the eyes..." [Jus Allah] My style orbits Around nine planets of forces Ominous metaphorics in vision of devil corpses Lion hoarder, mad scientist slash author Present the type of horror that boils your holy water Get warped with the knowledge that folds the holy father Hard boys become toys inside the real saga So why bother My whole flaw lines is harder So bring the drama We all know that science is smarter I set off crowds, style wild like a circus I seek through souls when I walk past churches Allah praise you, stay true to a devout purpose Seeking out the wise wherever the God searches Flows that I embark and leave your squadron shadow dodging Lyrics assault men' like slugs that fill harkness No option, narrow odds Fucking with god is straight gambling with your tarot cards Chorus [Ikon the Hologram] Open the gates of Midian For the fangs like the flesh Three cyborgs who Bang like Ladesh We hang the best Spit venom until your face burn Yet the critics are parasitic like a tape worm The hate burn, scathe the urn of a Buddhist Snake turn and fake yearns the kiss of judas We take lives with knives steady abusing ya With the vicious intentions of denting your uvula Bruising ya with text of a Harvard class Ikon will smash into shards of glass To reform into a whirlwind of sand Then reborn into the word Hologram A solemn man with plans to intwine matter Mind splatter from the grind of my divine hammer |
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[Virtuoso]
I'm omnipotent You claim to win battles So when the beat starts I'll punch the tree bark And pass the chainsaw to a ????? heart Severing every animal I'm doing dirt like earthworms I'm sick and original Boy, I gave birth to the first germs I spit the acetate To make your lips evaporate The Master Ape Bare hands will decapitate and bash your face Pass the eight, sack of shake Twisted in plasma tape I came for y'all through the castle gate I come across a substance yet I couldn't lacerate Virtuoso is an unidentified flying object to make your space shuttle ??????? So while you drunks look for a hook and say you masturbate Telling 7L to scratch a plate In due for respect I slap your face Ask to make my specs, I'm a tackle ya You're a neck and I'm Dracula Have sex in the back of a black Lex or an Acura Met with the, Jedi Mind Tricks We rhyme sick and side ????? for dime chicks I'll strangle you, use my same hands to give you the Heimlich So you can live to face more punishment from my divine lips [Jus Allah] Jus Allah prays on the minds of the young Silencing the devil that speaks with forked tongue Taste my blade sharpness Ranked in no class like Marxist The heartless Rise out of darkness I'm the last head you should ever try to fuck with Be the next member in the cast of my snuffed vics Rough shit, don't even attempt sleeping At war with the demons that live in infernal regions Spawned from eternal semen bred flesh predators Wings of the arms when you heels like Pegasus Grabbing your leg, so you live to the heavenless Drop this prejudice and follow me to Exodus [Ikon the Hologram] We ravenous Exhume the tomb of Lazarus You blasphemous We bring war to pacifists Tarantulas, burn flesh like a nine glock Your mind stops from nine of my divine shots Pine box is fine for a killer to run Swing from vines and rhyme like Atilla The Hun Bring the gun, your tongue is what I'm slicing We slap tracks and attack like M. Bison Ilohem, fuck the pagans we mark them And take turns to burn religious doctrines Concoctions of pain hits from eight angles Locked in the brain to lacerate ankles [Esoteric] Yo, I rip mics, stick lames Wreck nights, spit flames Lead pipes, split frames Kid ain't shit changed Act trife I grab the mic and bag your wife Sacrifice you twice Motherfucker in after life Decimate your paradise Burn tracks like thermostats My personal attacks snap back to murder cats I might advise You type of guys should revitalize Your man power, I sabotage the fire flys With a dope rhyme Take control of your soul Grab a fourty fo' for the po's Get your broken nose Opponents go to shows Now they know their robes damn hoes that fold my clothes I bark at these, mark emcees, park and freeze My world hypothesis Kill beasts like heart disease Man please You can never fuck with the Eso-pterodactyl My rap skills will thrash you Motherfucker |
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Yeah, Vinnie Paz baby
2 G baby Army of the Pharoahs All that good shit [Ikon the Hologram] Yo, yo The lawnmower man smashes Through your skull with battle axes We whip asses, with adjante daggers That slashes Crushing opposition like we was fascists Stigmata and four gashes We bashes, the faggots who can't attack it right Take they sternum and then turn them into my acolytes That's the sight of blood that make a child stop That's the rights of thugs that keep it wild hot I hate you, say to pray to a heavenly father It's fatal, like a NATO military armada We hotter, warriors from Atlantis Couldn't understand how raw the Hologram is The mantis who use the flame rod 'Cause y'all couldn't physically bruise the name God [Diamondback] Yo the technique, detrimental to your immune Leave you in the dust, let y'all niggas choke on fumes It's the tight mikes, aerodynamic, gigantic The shadow I cast is dominant, royal highness North Philly's own home-grown cham-pion Purposely remainin' unknown until shown Cold as stone, the stage, my home away from home I, prefer to leave these cloned niggas alone Buildin' a home for lost MC's gone wrong Feel the pressure when my team come on strong, it's QD [Chorus repeat 2x] *Stoupe scratches* Don't ever try to... But can't the skill execute this right Listen up y'all suckas to what I say Breakin out an unstoppable... [Jus Allah] Megatron is f**kin' monstrous Hoppin' out of Lake Loch Ness Every motherf**ker in range is left top-less Quell my metropolis, like shit's cop-less Y'all cock-less, we stuff y'all in boxes For stuffed pockets, yo my thugs is thick Thug'll diss em, when we gotta put a slug in your bitch Splatter your dame, Pharoahs we shatter your brain 'Till a nigga's salary change to lateral game Like Calgary Flames, puttin' fire on ice Put me in hell, for puttin' four nails in Christ [Louis Logic] I'm like Billy Goat Gruff under the bridge at Governor Ridge Waitin' to knock heads off, I'm a mean son-of-a-bitch With an itch to misbehave and wave a switchblade In front of your face so close to leave your whiskers shaved To disengage, or rip the pages from your notepad And shove 'em up the hole between your lower back and gonads The only way your rhymes would be the shit You need to read a script on playin' gay 'cause you cats could eat a dick Servin' sucka MC's a fifth of the drunken stylin' Rippin' M-I-C's like a pub in Dublin, Ireland [Chorus] [B.A. Barakus] Hey yo I got a fetish, to see flesh rip When my Tek spits, breakin' the bone where ya'll chest is I dare a nigga to try and battle I'll put the sweat in your palms when you swallow you're adam's apple Eat MC's like Chupacabra was eating cattle Defeat disease with palabras, frequently in battle Make the hardest man fall back and start to squeal Haul a fifth to his face, taste the steel This why I got pro deep and stay ruthless You useless, F**k with us and leave toothless We're often known as psycho-drama dispensors Paralyze niggas then put 'em in trauma centers |
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[Verse 1: L-Fudge]
I metamorph phrases to glaciers Have em come together in liquid stages Then turn down the temperature and have em frozen into a solid foundation Now added to that this well produced amazement The crash is enough, to have the world tipped off it's axis a notch It'll take the likes of, Jedi Minds to construct new longtitude lines In order to get around but now, you're askin for too much With minds put together I'm like an alternative source of energy like, electricity generators Separators of the wack rap, to the world reknownst individuals Played in deuce parts life's nara-rators Rhyme gladiators, is what we're referred as Food for thoughts tooken offa ya plate instead ya serve trash Ikon and Logic serve as my accomplices And bring our own form of trinity to show y'all onto this Rhyme patterns come across as astonishing So I have all right to feel myself to the point of genetalia fondlin' [Hook] We the three emcees that rock that shit Pick the twelve inch up and knock that shit "Louis Logic, L-L-Fudge, Ikon the verbal hologram" [Verse 2: Louis Logic] I spread around me a viral infectious faculties Applied chiropractically so rappers cannot come back to me Simply outta respect, or suffer the consequence the effect of which is that of absent father neglect Wreakin' havoc, on egos speakin' magic Castin' the curse on fashion emcees for region fabric Send 'em wandering through the labyrinth As far as cuttin' careers short on mics I'm what the NYPD is to entrapment Epitome of have been, yet schooled Engineers peep the structure of my mind now they wonder how the math went L was made to ascend, which is evident by my descent Spreadin east to west like European settlements Sequence, but even, I'm captured Self destructive explosive devices reactin' from my mind is everlastin' Which makes me a Trojan horse of sorts Drainin' ya plasma until ya rhythm section hold the contorts While snatchin' a arm in this sport Drove off on ya squarely, then the Warren report And the single bullet theory Hook (x2) [Verse 3: Ikon the Verbal Hologram] You f**k wid me you won't survive Ikon been live since eighty five Mine'll still have a carat thats tragical crystallized Hit them guys, in they eyes wid f**kin shrapnel Bomb they castle, set fire into they chapel Wrap a lasso round rappers who wanna battle Hologram wid two bad hands force you to grapple elo-rapsol, reverse time and bring diseases Christians will worship Allah and Muslims will worship Jesus Kill all ya leaders, wid my savage lyrical thesis Rip out my f**kin' heart and eat it before I'm defeated The one who's seated, on the throne within in a forcefield You'll get tossed and feel lost like Holden Caulfield Raw deal, rappers decipher that schism Followed Solomon and brought him in at ya baptism [Hook] |
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[Ikon the Verbal Hologram aka Vinnie Paz]
I exit out of my sarcophagus Fourth Horseman of the apocaplyse For my esophagus breathes evil that just demolishes Abolishes, to the darkness of mephistopheles Mental enteral that went through an ancient acropolis Conquered this, from a fetus to genius Took DNA from the Shroud of Turin and cloned Jesus Merciless leaders, the 19th galaxy Born to a storm on the seas of Gallilee Battle me and suffer whiplash from my apostles Leave you in shackles in the castle of Nosferatu Ikon is hostile and mortals cause contusions Hologram is known for placing poison in Christian communion Slash, with the actions of ultra-violence Crucifixions, indiction by Pontius Pilate I walk naked in the house of David with pride Force you to bleed just to make sure that you're still alive Crystallize, we keep it live, y'all can't see me Banish satanic verses like Ayatollah Khomeini I break in half, setting staff with ancient math I wait and laugh, create a *fucking* blood bath. [Chorus] A-A-A-Army of the Pharaohs Army of the Pharaohs! Army of the Pharaohs! [Esoteric] I bring the gory oratory yes demorally derogatory Mad expository expedition in your auditory Categories don't apply Your mind's eye is blinded by my battle raps Like cateracts your habitat is Halifax Once I run you out your native city Shay's committee is pretty witty we show no pity I deflate then separate wack MCs who replicate Every trace of Esoteric found up in their record crate I devastate, homosapian metabolism Like human catacalysm inbreded with an anachronism My precision makes incisions on your acrotism Battling is a bad decision leaving you with aphorisms I whoop ass like masochism dominatrix That's the basics Hologram brought The Matrix To fake kids Fifty dead MCs to my credit Learn from the druid better known as Esoteric [Chorus] [Virtuoso] In this the final conflict high powers and copper ides to enlist this The fluid I spit his briskes Without so much as whispers And with the swiftness of what you transisted Can carry info, a widow slapped when you missed this Directly cut by my discus Forged upon the anvils of Prophestus ------ hand skills I slam your damn grill Execute in Greco-Roman holds Roll controls the battle gear Exploding through the atmosphere I saddle fear, reads cereberal centipedes And Evil Steades the feeble flee Holdings of a rapper thats headed for the sky the scroll Is to be viewed by the mischievious eyes of Loki I hated your verse so I went back in time Waited in your mother's warm uterus To kill you before you were born Like zygotes my hands split the trunk of petrified oaks It's time to die folks You think that I joke I leave you die slow Your wrists are broken tied to horses Quartered as forces pull you in opposite directions Dissection of my anatomy Will lead to the unveiling of blood shield In a tiny time will reveal That a giant computer body Which is similar to RoboTech Downloaded wreck From the million megabytes of rhymes that rest on Virtuoso's neck [Chorus] |
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