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'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
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