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11672, The Freestyles (Instant Archive)
Posted by Zin, Thu Jul-01-04 05:18 PM
'Zin~~no question .......tag teamin 'em red (high) beam freeze 'em while we lyrically tease 'em with the expertise ...of a
mason team ...brick lay asses ...like pyramids with
hyrogipics ....son KEYSHIFTING ass KICKINGS....then clicking the post message ......

pg ~~Sickening synapsis to bring the shit to a head and give em
all the synopsis/
If they smart they'll drop this before we provoke us to
choke the whole populous/
Like they kids on the way to school in vriginia we stop the
bus/
Expose the virgin in ya like the ground beneath buildings
gone to dust/
And every station in the nation be rated PG and Amazed that
the feds still ain't on to us/

'Zin~~FCC indicted price is right phone tap 'll get ya hormones
slapped into the middle of next week steamrolling mcees
with speed .... geeked from the weed and a case of the
munchies i unleash a verb spitting keyshifting double headed
beast ....with no sense of melody my words travel and
unravel mysteries via telepathy ...bone crushing ya PM
messages lettin jumanji answer the questions of why we stay blessing

jum~~~When I close my eyes
I be seein' the apocolypse
So I write rhymes
Like a killer scratchin' names on hollow tips
Spread the shells out on the table
And load all the clips
Preparin' for war like Travis Bickle
Whisper my name
Emcess get visions of the reaper
Who brandish sickles
I leave 'em drippin'
Like sandwhich pickles
The last image they see is a mic stand
A bright light and...........
.......Who knows?
Maybe they see God
But one thing's for sure
He's no longer playin' hard
Words cause amps to combust
I leave the stage blazin'
Kinda like the Christian image
Of the hell I be raisin'
Mushroom clouds cover continents
When Jumanji link with Amazin

'Zin ~ who can save 'em

pro_poe~~It's impossible, a plethora of penitentiary prophets, prophecy for profit, surrepticity, stop it...
Falsely proclaiming a power that you do not posses, possessed patriarchs, divulging in the dark,
Only God can bless...
I'm a student, studying the sovereign, so sacrilegious problems, don’t paralyze prodigious, I stay prudent...
Acting as alliteration obliterates the nation,
Tenuous torture, tears of a generation, genially give temptation..
Sacrificing succession, to succeed in lessons, learned living loudly, my mother mostly, concerned, proudly, poised, her boy, possesses poison, that will paralyze the noise...
'Zin~ i can stop em ya'll

pro_poe~And end endless entities, centuries of defenseless stupendous enemies, emotions, enigmatic, in fact its, distracted devotions, inventively...
It’s a curse that I'm tight, using cursive to cause cancer, with the words that I write...
So someone will see "the light", skinned nigga who narrowly nourishes, and nullifies what’s right...
Have patience, anticipation will leave you a patient in the hospitals prayin, racin for a cure, how long can we endure, with no remedy or save'n...
Synonyms sadistic, devastating disses, these kids are too feminine...
Anaconda acronyms, actually it aint an accident, accurately thrashin them...
My conscience is cautious, but a cautious conscience is nonsense, when you pray for repentance but in the next sentence, your keeping correspondence with bondage...So let me de-slave yall...

'Zin ~cornerpocket eight ball ........

bartek ~words written down forming sharp witted lines leaving competitors tounges cut out who tried to get wit it NOW/
heed this warning do not upset these dangerous mc's/
picture multiple mic's raised with crushing grips/
an electrifying mist graced the cover of this new marvel hit/
"devestating frequencies" shook the nation as superman was found obliterated and left to rest/
multiple incisions to his chest the culprits infiltrated through the sound membrane in the final seconds of this gory death/
i see a fist in the empty space of this script/
gripping the heart of enemies before erupting from within the cage with sharp melodies/
'Zin~ Finish tHeM!

yukon~i'm barrelin'out of the dark bound caverns of doubt
i'm with the tretorns back like ghost did clarks
mr.victor with the scriptures
paint pictures and such
git atcha with darts
lush for liquiors,fuzzy greens in dutch
my calibre ranks
that of what made a amatuer sank
vocals is dollar sign shots
swoosh or off glass bank