We living in these turbulent times
So I write turbulent rhymes …
That keep the turbans .. Off the herbs and the swine …
And to these militants with shit on the minds …
I spit illest of lines …
That make ‘em wanta cock bust off they nines …
They saying Zugga Zin ..
Is at it again …. And he so nice with the pen …
he gotta flow that kinda go with the wind …
If you don’t know it I’m show it again ….
Pull out my jaunt and let you blow it again …
You mofuckas ught to knew it was them ….

Jenkins
thats the flow to the gem
constant movement leaves you floating in wind
im not the coach but the Gen
a real manager damage ya
stick you for ya sweet peas and ya caliber
halibit fishes get stitches with brass knuckles
i shat muscle...my shit is strong
posture on technique physique is sweet
its Jeeezus better known as Knockout Jenkins
Phat Knucks to ya facelift
you betta remember the names bitch
its so physical right now god
i cant explain it!!!

It’s dangerous …even …when we …change shifts ..
The flow… the gift… will lift ya like piff …
the tims …the kicks .. That …make ya spine shift …
Jenkins and Knuckles .. The men … and the myth …
Get you strong armed with phat lips.. And ass kicks …
These bastids musta got it backwids …
Measure my math with the abacus …
The latter … will splatter ya jaw when rocks and glass hit …
The matter of cause .. you tattered with flaws …faggots
On expose …
Publicizing … primitive inferior flos…
So I
Smack ‘em with the Aggassi …
Another Murder on okfree… Knockout King mysteries…


Jenkins
i box out spring...bitch its me
Jenkins never thankin
dick to ya lips like fiends to pipes in basements
the hate its...at an all time high
ima "walk on by"
so hes fly debineer awesome you call it
mosh pit...stick it to ya like back pay from colleges
you owe me slowly play ya position
im pissin with a vine wrapped around ya tension
release stress press the full court
sport i go hard like blood that rushes north
at the tip felt pen unzip the ink
and blast off monumental what you thought you think
onslought its me and Phat Knucks the sucker punch
a muggers touch...cobra clutch
i get willie hutch when i spark off the dutch

>We living in these turbulent times
>So I write turbulent rhymes …
>That keep the turbans .. Off the herbs and the swine …
>And to these militants with shit on the minds …
>I spit illest of lines …
>That make ‘em wanta cock bust off they nines …

Openin lines r my favrite,damn that was hot, The whole of the 3rd verse was fire, overall, straight up a knockout, gd one.

n/m

Pardon my ignorance, but is it two of you flowing in this joint? -- ( I'm thinkin' YES ... But I just wanna be sure -- *don't wanna assume* ...

Anywayz -- this was tightly rapped like Gladwrap onnna glass container -- :P -- *Seam~less~ly Nice*

>They saying Zugga Zin ..
>Is at it again …. And he so nice with the pen …
>he gotta flow that kinda go with the wind …

Who told you that? -- *LoL* --- Yeah well, we know ... we know ... :9


^UP^

Jenkins ... is my man it's like t coin rapping if i'm heads then he's tails so either way you lose ... more like a double headed coin

i was thinkin the same thing then i sortof got it was two cause it seemed like 2 seperate approaches.
anyway i always get alittle sidetracked cause i don't know how to distinguish literal and figurative meanings from the symbolic ones in this kinna work. i mean i like the flow the wordplay but i almost never get the meaning...help me oput cause for real i like your work, i just don't get it na meaan?

marciano of the microphone
never been counted out
went fifty in a row
never throwed a bout
never owed amounts
figures, I'm straight in droughts
been that way since school age
I gave paper out
this just scratch paper
add them numbers up
hatch capers to add paper
til my numbers up
nickas slumbered up
we pull up thumpers up
fired up like lighters up
you aint gotta pump us up
I encompass what
the conscious of the stuck
when my hunches was luck
and my punches never struck
took my lumpses and such
sparrin with jargon free
the undercard
was chartin with bargain beats
and they kept overchargin me
callin my bouts draws
wasn't hittin in the chi
had to go south, pa
g.q's an outlaw
I reign blows
go through a pack of squares
like I chain smoke
did you catch the change folks
attempts to ban me more than futile its
suicide for me its do or die
I meant that
tryin to make these ends meet til my
ends met
end that right there
I hear you proof
either put a ball in the hoop
or
go hard in the booth

i wont be pushed published in a booth
embelished in truth gotta admit these holes
are loose gutting bong bowls muse pulling out doctor sues from insides
saying i forgot how to put big ben back alive
police clock speeds of tortis jogging on
blue bunny can i have some cream
wu tang grab the money dollar bill ya'll
even when i crown fall
and you call for a witness
i can't believe or feel ya'll
wit golden daggers in my spine
classifieds selling my back bone
and i ain't even gone
rock n roll hall of fame songs
that never appear on my space
but it laced radio waves




Freeworld Order
Dangurus Mines

omg, you fools have gone too far lol!!