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10-25-2017, 10:16 AM
Davey D's Freestyle Board on
February 11, 1998 at 03:16:35 PM PST:
TRIGOD-
who wanna battle, im leavin blood up on the gravel
fuck ammo, i'll beat u down wit a bar of soap in a towel
it's foul yo, my rhymes belong in crack capsules
metaphors tight like a texted up (white) Owl, yo
my sound blows, lyrics pierce through ya ear drum
dont come near,son, i fear none, ya careers done
im fearsom, i got u shook 2 walk, shook 2 talk
i got that ass shook 2 even look toward the dark
i tore ya heart str8 out ya chest through ya vest
i aint new 2 this, lyrics eatin through ya flesh
slug fest,catch a fuckin hole in ya head
killin cats on the net and i aint even leave my desk
correct, fuckin wit me end up in bed
wit oxygen tanks and fuckin tubes in ya neck
dont get me vexed, ill follow through on these threats
hollow heads, tearin through ya Tommy Hil Threads
its all real,hear my cassette u get stressed
eyes red,Flippin out like Vietnam Vets
take 5 breaths,i got the talent of 5 Meths
thats why Im CEO of the Ass Kicker's Digest
Subscribe,black,fuck the pictures,make sure u read
in due time,u might be second me
but steppin 2 me,ill break u that ass down chemically
physically and mentally,if u ever try 2 question me
it's on black,get ya jaw cracked,im raw black
im all that,son,i pack biscuits like dog snacks
blow ya skull back,im murkin through like a full back
my lyrics r so ill,that when u hear,u catch a contact
fuck a contract,unsigned ill still shine
still rhyme,still steal ya girl from behind
i dont need checks,2 have hunnies all on my penis
blowin the squad and i aint even drop my g yet
u c that,my skin tone gets the chicks home
then gets the chick boned,my dick blown,send that bitch home
4real though,the same shit goes 4 rhyme ciphas
if u aint givin ill,then u gots 2 get ya life up
it's trife but,ill lyrically snipe ya,fuck ya night up
leave u unconcous,then go home and hit ya wife up
verbal crimes,7 1/2 ounces of rhymes
so dont test TRI-G.od C.ypha D.ivine
my mind,has advanced chromozones and enzimes
producin lines 2 lead the deaf,dumb and blind
niggas hawkin me,ice grill,but scared 2 talk 2 me
cuz they know that wit their 1st word they'll have 2 brawl wit me
fuck deals,u need respect 2 walk wit me
thats why im dolo cuz no cats belong wit me
honestly,u dont really want no part of me
verbal archery,strikin vital arteries
aint no harmin me, drop 2 ya knees and honor me
my raps action packed like flicks wit Sean Connory
prophecies,about a silver bullet droppin me
keeps my eyes peeled plus a nickled plated glock wit me
apologies,2 family and friends of the deceased, kid
he left as a whole but returned in 3 pieces
tryin 2 beat this, mind of Minolta couldnt see this
the black Jesus,manifested wit a Ceaser
and cocked heater,dun,im lethal wit a pen
thoughts in my brain stem parallel 2 Black Talons
heat seekin,they release when i speak
my thoughts deep,they put ur consious state 2 sleep.............
Infamous-
liquid intoxication posioning livers/
fried kidneys and stemmed hearts cut into slivers/
when i speak ur peasent ass shivers/
its clear,im feared,the sickness inside is severe-
my mind got acres of confusion cuz i counted,
enemys come out dead and doctors left dumbfounded/
when i ram inches up ur girl anal connection,shes astounded/
tri-god aka d.a.n,i fill ur pupils with lead,
poke out ur dialated eyes with germ-filled pens/
i earn mics in tens,while u get high off stems/
PK-aka-garbage wordplay,i slay emcees by names/
fuck all these games,im in it for al sharptons praise/
be amazed-i got dental records insisting of tooth decay/
i spit fury when i talk about lyrics/
penatration through your belly button i burn ur spirit/
another verse from the GOD,i dont want to hear it/
ur only 2'3" without ur legs-so get a kickstand/
shisety bastards get dismantled and banned/
ayo dan,ur head i twist like snapple-it goes pop/
look in my refrigarator ull see 12 heads of cops/
that empty space next to srg.green is your spot/
technical fixtures and your pregnant sister/
when we battle,u end up with blisters/
puss filled brains gets drained/
plain emcees get slained/
tri- equals 3/
ill murder your ass till i reach at least the 3rd degree/
massacre my lawyer for lieing then file a guilty plee/
blow up your family with 5 dynomite filled crates/
i piss on ur tombstone and shit on your inscripted plate-
when ur funeral arrives a week late
February 11, 1998 at 03:16:35 PM PST:
TRIGOD-
who wanna battle, im leavin blood up on the gravel
fuck ammo, i'll beat u down wit a bar of soap in a towel
it's foul yo, my rhymes belong in crack capsules
metaphors tight like a texted up (white) Owl, yo
my sound blows, lyrics pierce through ya ear drum
dont come near,son, i fear none, ya careers done
im fearsom, i got u shook 2 walk, shook 2 talk
i got that ass shook 2 even look toward the dark
i tore ya heart str8 out ya chest through ya vest
i aint new 2 this, lyrics eatin through ya flesh
slug fest,catch a fuckin hole in ya head
killin cats on the net and i aint even leave my desk
correct, fuckin wit me end up in bed
wit oxygen tanks and fuckin tubes in ya neck
dont get me vexed, ill follow through on these threats
hollow heads, tearin through ya Tommy Hil Threads
its all real,hear my cassette u get stressed
eyes red,Flippin out like Vietnam Vets
take 5 breaths,i got the talent of 5 Meths
thats why Im CEO of the Ass Kicker's Digest
Subscribe,black,fuck the pictures,make sure u read
in due time,u might be second me
but steppin 2 me,ill break u that ass down chemically
physically and mentally,if u ever try 2 question me
it's on black,get ya jaw cracked,im raw black
im all that,son,i pack biscuits like dog snacks
blow ya skull back,im murkin through like a full back
my lyrics r so ill,that when u hear,u catch a contact
fuck a contract,unsigned ill still shine
still rhyme,still steal ya girl from behind
i dont need checks,2 have hunnies all on my penis
blowin the squad and i aint even drop my g yet
u c that,my skin tone gets the chicks home
then gets the chick boned,my dick blown,send that bitch home
4real though,the same shit goes 4 rhyme ciphas
if u aint givin ill,then u gots 2 get ya life up
it's trife but,ill lyrically snipe ya,fuck ya night up
leave u unconcous,then go home and hit ya wife up
verbal crimes,7 1/2 ounces of rhymes
so dont test TRI-G.od C.ypha D.ivine
my mind,has advanced chromozones and enzimes
producin lines 2 lead the deaf,dumb and blind
niggas hawkin me,ice grill,but scared 2 talk 2 me
cuz they know that wit their 1st word they'll have 2 brawl wit me
fuck deals,u need respect 2 walk wit me
thats why im dolo cuz no cats belong wit me
honestly,u dont really want no part of me
verbal archery,strikin vital arteries
aint no harmin me, drop 2 ya knees and honor me
my raps action packed like flicks wit Sean Connory
prophecies,about a silver bullet droppin me
keeps my eyes peeled plus a nickled plated glock wit me
apologies,2 family and friends of the deceased, kid
he left as a whole but returned in 3 pieces
tryin 2 beat this, mind of Minolta couldnt see this
the black Jesus,manifested wit a Ceaser
and cocked heater,dun,im lethal wit a pen
thoughts in my brain stem parallel 2 Black Talons
heat seekin,they release when i speak
my thoughts deep,they put ur consious state 2 sleep.............
Infamous-
liquid intoxication posioning livers/
fried kidneys and stemmed hearts cut into slivers/
when i speak ur peasent ass shivers/
its clear,im feared,the sickness inside is severe-
my mind got acres of confusion cuz i counted,
enemys come out dead and doctors left dumbfounded/
when i ram inches up ur girl anal connection,shes astounded/
tri-god aka d.a.n,i fill ur pupils with lead,
poke out ur dialated eyes with germ-filled pens/
i earn mics in tens,while u get high off stems/
PK-aka-garbage wordplay,i slay emcees by names/
fuck all these games,im in it for al sharptons praise/
be amazed-i got dental records insisting of tooth decay/
i spit fury when i talk about lyrics/
penatration through your belly button i burn ur spirit/
another verse from the GOD,i dont want to hear it/
ur only 2'3" without ur legs-so get a kickstand/
shisety bastards get dismantled and banned/
ayo dan,ur head i twist like snapple-it goes pop/
look in my refrigarator ull see 12 heads of cops/
that empty space next to srg.green is your spot/
technical fixtures and your pregnant sister/
when we battle,u end up with blisters/
puss filled brains gets drained/
plain emcees get slained/
tri- equals 3/
ill murder your ass till i reach at least the 3rd degree/
massacre my lawyer for lieing then file a guilty plee/
blow up your family with 5 dynomite filled crates/
i piss on ur tombstone and shit on your inscripted plate-
when ur funeral arrives a week late