Shoooooooooter ….

With Precision …
line endings …move with Swiss instruments …
Find … hands ticking …then booming in sentences …
Sound …villains move … thru rooms without hesitance …
No clues … as projectiles move …thru ya resident …
No residue … or finger prints …
no prints from the shoes …
but the sound boi expired .. Is amongst the who’s who
Sho sho …..shooter …
It’s a sniper on the roof …
But no one heard the pop … till after the body dropped …
(((((((((>>>>>pppppowwww<<<<<)))))))))))
Then when all the movement stop… he got up from the spot
And realize the 22 had only mashed up his watch …
Killing time ….

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shoooter .....
she pierced me from long range ....
shot her vibe across the room ...
as it hitched a ride on her smile ...
she moved unseen ...
no one heard a sound ...
till the body hit the ground ... i had fallen ...

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Both of em' --

A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence --
I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/photosynthesis_music.htm

Surrendering by force …
My flag pure … my wounds deep …
My piercing cried …. Heart tears
My mind distraught … my argument
Me!
Me!
Me!
Thoughts were 21 letters deep ….
As a round enter the chamber …
I couldn’t bear witness…
I! Pressing! On!…. is not the issue …
I without 20 letters before ….
Missing 5 letters aft…
From beginning to end …
From blessing to sin ….
From begging to wishing and praying I didn’t have to be without

Abcdefghijklmnopqrst((((pow))))vwxyZ
shoooooter ....

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shoooooter ....
shot move and maunver//
i can only give-a-damn like hoover/
pre-thinking
thought leaking,
mind connected like 4/
so i spit from angle,
sorry if u lost that line/
sorry im lost at times
my pen and pad is a GPS/
lyrics levitate, i medicate im like CVS/
living for a mic check// desperate for a 1, 2/
i shine like da sun do,
and hold dogs like buns do/
still killing time..
me and zin splitting rhymes/
like pot smokers sharing dimes/
there was Zin's, now here is mines/
he pass and i pass it back/
we high off hiphop//
we both buzzing so now its time to take shots/


"my third eye like pink eye...seen and contagious" - Common Sense

http://www.soundclick.com/artist/5/youngsleep_music.htm

http://www.myspace.com/jussleepmusic

shots fired, bodies drop, out goes the shooter
coast clear, sik spots, out comes the looter
what’s news from a rumor? who loses and who’s super?
embrace face with shadows like the clip's aligned lunar
a blood stained watch tells what money is the root of
aim to kill time but time will kill u sooner
i got idle hands but ideally I’d never stand
idlely awaiting the plan designed for man
understand? I stand under times bands banned
a one man band but the best of the brands
distracted by the act I strike time, I'm wounded back
the end of act 6, the curtain drops, the crowd claps
it winds back, I wake up wound up backtracked
fall back or fade to black, fuck am I waiting at?
half past the hour 6, sik speeds away
the bleeding clock screams with its hands on its face…

sup.

"I walk around with sick styles, sippin on cristal, my whole cliques wild, I'm rich pal no more sticks I'm making hits now... when I recite you takin hours to write, so if you fight just tell ya man what kinda flowers you like"
-Big L