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[dante]
it doesn’t matter if i pray five times a day
there ain’t a god that’ll take my crimes away
yet i stay face down on my hands and my knees when i beg and i plead for the death of these wack mcs
praying and fasting for weeks, yet he still
hasn’t answered me
i guess it’s time to take matters into my own hands physically
see, i’m scaring you sh*tless
you are about to witness the graduating class of lyrical fitness
so don’t even try to spit this
you get dissed, you witless motherf*ckers is all on my hit list
when i get p*ssed, i leave you with slit wrists
make it look like it was a suicide * class dismissed
no human being is incapable of fear
i don’t care if we in the club
i’ll take your skull and break a hole in here
so tell me, dawg, can you dance?
in the back of an ambu*lance
with blood all on your brand new pants
you ain’t blaze, but you finna be
f*ck school, you’ll get a better education listening to me
swing my drinking hand without even thinking, man
walk all over me and i transform into sinking
sand
go ahead, pop sh*t, i dare ya, g
the last f*ggot who did wound up in therapy now he’s scared of me, i don’t even know where
he’s been
but i bet he’s in a straight jacket sayin
my name over and over again
with doctors outside like “let us in
quit blocking the door, jeff
it’s time for your medicine” (no!)
way knee deep in despair
the last time you’ll ever get lifted is when
dante lifts you 15 feet in the air (put me down!)
h*ll no, you asked for this, massive risk
when you took me for a pacifist
we’re on a 50*story building and you think
that i jest
see you later, motherf*cker, give the devil my best
[vorple]
the vorple ghost, see my face in a cloud of smoke
before you get choked and lose all hope
you’re not ready, your flow is drier than the serengeti
cut you up with a machete, turn your brains to spaghetti
my hidden message harder to find than yetis
more impossible than driving a chevy
on morphine, trying to stay steady
vision blurry, body heavy
i’m not seeing double, i’m seeing many
these mc’s weak guardians of the peak
the strong defending the weak
before you can even speak
i sn*tch your eye out with cranes beak, you’re beat
before you even think of defeating my rock heat, turn oceans to creeks
you don’t know where i’ve been
you don’t wanna know what i did
you don’t wanna know how bad things can get bullets buzzing by you like flies on sh*t
you can’t stand if you continue to sit
you can’t commit to something ifyou continue to quit
if the circle’s drawn improperly it won’t transmit
here’s a hint, use the energy of motion
your training will take many years of discipline and devotion
don’t know where you’re at, or where you’re
going
like you woke up stranded in the ocean floating
connecting pieces of the unknown, ever growing signs of the omen
like i was sown closen, open wounds
tryin’ to focus with the pieces glowing
shaking like it’s frozen, cover you in ice like it’s snowing
it’s time for the bestowing, of the knowledge to the followers
like a king knighting multiple officers
waiting for the betrayal of the f*cking fosters
trying to root out all the motherf*cking impostors
multiple theories of how, like philosophers
i can see right through you like binoculars
[dj ki]
an ancient mc talking about survival sk!lls
denied but i still battle with iron will
bodies lie on the field, prophecies fulfilled
since 9*7, repping the iron weapon i wield
no matter how ill you are, you still might get k!lled
i invade enemy territories like navy seals
f*ck a record deal, like a sega character
i walk through the game with an infinite shield
invincible to the gimmicks of b*tches and grills
as my last name suggests, i rep from ‘93 until
i move uphill, you’re like rats on treadmills
mad cause my cd’s circulate like windmills
gone is the thrill, but i still mix like brazil
and lion listen to quarrels by a mill
the hip hop shaquille o’neal in the game still kept it real, not selling out for mass appeal
saying karma’s a b*tch, you’ll get b*tch slapped
spit raps over kicks and claps, no clips and gats rhyming facts at 70, iron clad weaponry
divine definitely, and timeline destiny

[lady poetic]
i’m paralleled in cair paravel
where the spirits dwell where selling souls
takes its toll and gets you a first rate ticket to h*ll
fallen sh*lls cover cellar floors
blood stained walls leads to barricaded doors
winds whistle through the moors
you’ve entered in the realm where we never lay down our swords
violate accordance and we’ll show you the day that h*ll was born
once the pact is made, you drift further from reality
this is just a formality, guaranteed to strip away your vitality
surrender spirituality, brutality is the commonality
we don’t bother counting casualties, every day the undead speaks to me
mortality rates sky high, you and i both know why
now everybody else complies, in this state of demise
sh*ll shocked never realize, our vocabulary lacks compromise
rather than improvise, we live by the law that implies
dark never fades, sun never rise
words never made, words never cried
follow me down the stairwell
while i introduce you to the personnel
these people have no secrets to tell
so fare thee well, you just might be the next departed
scarred for your hardship, unshattered and untarnished
now let’s get started these territories are uncharted
but we claimed it for ourselves
the unconventional and the bold hearted
although deteriorated, this place that we hold sacred
the means by which we make it
keeps our affiliation untainted
now should you join the ranks there’ll be more than lives at stake
i’m hoping for your sake that you’re not easy to break
and you won’t fall awake or be tempted by the ache to break away
and search for things they were before the quake
hopelessly addicted to the lifestyle that we’ve chosen
dangerously afflicted by the style that keeps us frozen
it’s only for protection, this way we can’t be broken
the silence keeps us isolated, so we never hear what’s spoken
welcome to the solemn times where souls are sold and spirits dwell
eternally i remain here, unparalleled, in cair paravel

this is not a simulation
[wilkahake]
feel the vibrations salivate over my barking
parking behind police stations
marching inside with my wrist open for the taking
i got a list of mcs that will help me with jailbreaking
sharks with sharp t**th playing laser tag with chi
recipe call for rhyme perfection in every verse and section

the kung of these men, and the fu of each woman
no wait, i shouldn’t, i promised god that i wouldn’t
the alarm is singing as i disarm you on your wedding day
shredding will pay for every mistake that i made
mental distinguish, extinguishing anguish, squirmish with angst
sw*nk, naive to let the beating flanks
by a collective reel, superseding the best talent
eagle talons, hand to hand combat
weapons with samurai, mind games with ninjas
and pinch your stimulus, if you choose to f*ck with us
get to the back of the bus, cunning and ready to start stunning
funny, i don’t recall you not running
it was all for the money, all for your honey
now you’re back on track and the pack is gunning
wendy in 2698 bc introduced early fighting to the chinese
tao te ching taoists, practicing calligraphy
righteous, harmonious fists
tight grips and close*range stylists
hovering above this island, serving black licorice
mind frame another level, benevolent, everyone wins
same game, only with the devil
with a solvent, toughening up your skin
no more sins, the chalice is empty
the blood is no more, oh, and it was oh so tasty
resurrected, my protection device
it infected the neglected with a choice for life
and they gotta get working, tear jerking
for those people left to die of thirst
13 year old nurses and a wagon for a he*rs*
no id in wallets and purses
curveb*lls keep swerving
the undeserving must be protected by our kung fu learnings
writings on each piece of paper
escape this earth place, wilkshake!

- lb productions lyrics

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