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Apathy:
 
I've got more heads in the hood than Pagan rituals
A new tyrannical force for you to fear
 
Crypt the Warchild:
 
I'm a pound out your brain and scrape the graveyard
Have you shout out in pain, y'all say y'all bravehearts
I'm a box up your frame and play the same card
And I'm out for fame, spacebars and quasars
Pharoahs locked the game, no shame, we hate y'all
 
 
Planetary:
 

Vivid visionary spit, vocabulary ridiculous
I am a tyrant, I'm Violent by Design
I silence the scientific with every line of the rhyme
Mozart of street rap,breaking the barriers
Space harrier filled with forties and pit terriers

Vinnie Paz:
 

They build you up, then you get rocked like Shane Mosley
It's pain homie, and your blood on my pen
It's Army of the Pharoahs and we're flooded with gems

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Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

 

Yeats is a lyrical genius

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You haven't written the perfect rhyme yet

You don't even know the sequences to the Human Genome Project
You haven't come to terms with your god yet
And you refuse to believe in Unidentified Flying Objects
When I bomb s***, I get retarded, probably more than you bargained
I'm talking about rip a mic off your arm s***
Hype s***, blow up a mic s***, you might get
Beat the f*** up in broad daylight with a nightstick
To the British I'm Gandhi
To the Japanese I'm an American pilot flying over Nagasaki
To the AIDS patient I'm your last antibody
Sitting and waiting for a cure from modern biology

[Canibus]
Yo, I be looking directly into the human eye to see if you pussy
And completely ruin your ability to lie to me
I pull a nine on a bully, cock back the cannon
God damn it, I don't think you fully understand it
Ask nine out of ten niggas on the planet
Who the best is, the question will go unanswered
Till I step up, to the front line with rhymes
Revving my engines like they were powered by Le Mans
Murdering niggas with lyrics manufactured within my DNA's double-helix
I leave you in troubled spirits
I'm absolutely the purest breed of MC
From the United States of America to Europe I deserve it
However you wanna word it, I'm perfect
Touch my microphone on accident and get murdered on purpose

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  • 2 years later...

fav canibus verse

 

But he feeling himself ‘cause he got more cheddar than him

Well, let me tell you something

You might got more cash then me

But you ain't got the skills to eat a jabroni's ass like me

And if you really want to show off, we can get it on

Live in front of the cameras on your own sitcom

 

edit: this forum censored funk and sheet but not the n-word? lmfao

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