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02-01-2013, 07:59 PM
High Weight
CLear View
we creatively captured champions.. with clever captions
fuck Napier's stature, we defeating every faction
never masking contempt, heavy weights is running this
this tag team is a sneak preview to crime and punishment.
bearing your shield is no use, we put the law out of order
and we aint boston but the public saw this slaughter destroy'er
kings of the green mountains, pushing y'all in an avalanche
urban prowlers never seen this much beef off of a cattle ranch
but you can deem us the butchers, and this is the occupation
putting a period to their flow, liquid syntext's final ovulation
no need for standing ovations, this is standard showcasing
we sink the opposition, fuck winning, just wish for floatation.
i-84
Blast off.. fuck it, I'm about to take this mask off...
You bitches think I'm i-84... my name is Black Thought..
Levitate when no one's looking, but I'm stuck to the ground
My mind can't even realize all the things I'm feeling now
I'm dreaming in my wake states, sleeping when the fate's great
But I torture opposition, drown 'em in each of the great lakes
Consider this an exotic melodic portrayal of my optics
Delivered by a punter, and at birth... I was drop-kicked
My head is lopsided, to be straight I stand at angles
Escaped the hands that strangled and woke up to horny angels
But fuck the syntax... no error's flow in my liquid's kid..
Went to court claiming I'm sick... but then I murdered the witnesses.
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Liquid Syntext
Profound:
you about to get shitted on......lol
fold and face these sculpted greats, devulge your fate and mold these fakes
//
if we unload in haste with fecal traits, thats the only way you holding
weight //
facing Pro and Nape !? thats not the best position given //
fix your rythm pitchin or catch the nastiest case of precision stitching //
quit your bitchin, you never had a chance against the syntext //
against L.S. ?! like banks in hong kong you'll get nothing but chin-checks
//
2 slim vets !? claimin there weights high !? ha, well wait guys //
as I tread over I-84 with a clear view 'till he needs fake eyes //
test mines !? its skeptical, all rest aside these terrestrials //
your rep is bull, couldnt have a clear view, wearing new spectacles //
so you beating Syntext !? a small chance you fags bore me //
tuck in your thongs, you misunderstood the meaning of Tag Tourney !!!
Jack Napier:
Their last journey, as cadavers burning on e-boards
Liquid syntext sets examples when you don't head the detours
like Quija boards, your party favors, facing Pro & Napier
burning your chest cavity like Eveclear, with no chaser
you're no danger, two flow flamers liken to c-4 dosages
murder motives delivered emotionless to those who oppose us
dirty bomb explosives, turn your verses to scorched earth
destroying these "emcees" like Chinese to extra girl births
your world hurts, Liquid kids inserts the Syntext
to bend necks backward due to chin checks, skin the flesh
the win's next, twelve lines of hell was served up
you couldn't come hotter than us if you had N.E.R.D cuts.
L.S.............explosive flow
CLear View
we creatively captured champions.. with clever captions
fuck Napier's stature, we defeating every faction
never masking contempt, heavy weights is running this
this tag team is a sneak preview to crime and punishment.
bearing your shield is no use, we put the law out of order
and we aint boston but the public saw this slaughter destroy'er
kings of the green mountains, pushing y'all in an avalanche
urban prowlers never seen this much beef off of a cattle ranch
but you can deem us the butchers, and this is the occupation
putting a period to their flow, liquid syntext's final ovulation
no need for standing ovations, this is standard showcasing
we sink the opposition, fuck winning, just wish for floatation.
i-84
Blast off.. fuck it, I'm about to take this mask off...
You bitches think I'm i-84... my name is Black Thought..
Levitate when no one's looking, but I'm stuck to the ground
My mind can't even realize all the things I'm feeling now
I'm dreaming in my wake states, sleeping when the fate's great
But I torture opposition, drown 'em in each of the great lakes
Consider this an exotic melodic portrayal of my optics
Delivered by a punter, and at birth... I was drop-kicked
My head is lopsided, to be straight I stand at angles
Escaped the hands that strangled and woke up to horny angels
But fuck the syntax... no error's flow in my liquid's kid..
Went to court claiming I'm sick... but then I murdered the witnesses.
-------------------------------------------------
Liquid Syntext
Profound:
you about to get shitted on......lol
fold and face these sculpted greats, devulge your fate and mold these fakes
//
if we unload in haste with fecal traits, thats the only way you holding
weight //
facing Pro and Nape !? thats not the best position given //
fix your rythm pitchin or catch the nastiest case of precision stitching //
quit your bitchin, you never had a chance against the syntext //
against L.S. ?! like banks in hong kong you'll get nothing but chin-checks
//
2 slim vets !? claimin there weights high !? ha, well wait guys //
as I tread over I-84 with a clear view 'till he needs fake eyes //
test mines !? its skeptical, all rest aside these terrestrials //
your rep is bull, couldnt have a clear view, wearing new spectacles //
so you beating Syntext !? a small chance you fags bore me //
tuck in your thongs, you misunderstood the meaning of Tag Tourney !!!
Jack Napier:
Their last journey, as cadavers burning on e-boards
Liquid syntext sets examples when you don't head the detours
like Quija boards, your party favors, facing Pro & Napier
burning your chest cavity like Eveclear, with no chaser
you're no danger, two flow flamers liken to c-4 dosages
murder motives delivered emotionless to those who oppose us
dirty bomb explosives, turn your verses to scorched earth
destroying these "emcees" like Chinese to extra girl births
your world hurts, Liquid kids inserts the Syntext
to bend necks backward due to chin checks, skin the flesh
the win's next, twelve lines of hell was served up
you couldn't come hotter than us if you had N.E.R.D cuts.
L.S.............explosive flow