Killer

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Your Faith In My Hands

Killer none none none Atheist intelligence is...

The Reestablishment

Killer none none none I spit hazardous,...

Urbanauthentic Soldier

Killer none none none I’ll strangle you...

Stress Factors

Killer none none none Why give a...

Terrorist

Killer none none none I peep these...

I’m Telling You

Killer none none none Now picture a...

Simplistic

Killer none none none Verbs are addictive,...

Dealing With The Problem

Killer none none none I had curriculum...

Battle Rap

Killer none none none Son you garbage...

Battle Rap 2

Killer none none none Sorry, but lying...

A Broken Man From A Broken Race

Killer none none none I was born...

Your Faith In My Hands

Atheist intelligence is the gravest and most fatal intuition, I speak premonitions, I’ve already seen your clinical condition, I’m translating death, giving you clues, and here’s the bad news, Planned your faith? no you’re a cast member of Final Destination 2, I’m rationally irrational, facing reality through the most surreal vision, I stare with precision, givin the power and your faith is his decision, I’m only delivering, I’m speaking the same shit just a new toilet, Your seeking the truth? ignore, if you wish to avoid us and “this”, It’s practical, something easy to understand, our actions relax a man, In fact permanently detach a man, just bring some gas for the corona van, We tend to haters, You don’t know? We temp niggas to hate us, We change niggas to organ donors and National Niggas on a Respirator

The Reestablishment

I spit hazardous, verbally superior and immaculate… I’ve matched your wits and surpassed your average shit… This is the lyrical Parana, over turning your persona… With speeds like at Daytona, I’ll piss in your Tropicana… Serve with a lemon, not depending on your current status… Neither your tactics, I still rip through a clowns apparatus… You can do the patch work, your bitch, you can handle it… Read the Manuscript, and get back at me with hollow tips… You bets to follow this, better yet swallow this, bottle this… Your lacking what’s needed, like knowledge missed… I’m that prick in your side, that disease that kills the nicest… I’ma Toxic air born virus, been gettin people since the use of papyrus… I overload feather weight haters, give them a reason to cry… I’m a heathen I lie, are you not believing? then try… And end up in history a memory, give me greets to Allah… A society with a Killer is awkward, we need retards… And niggas that smile a lot, hate on the low and plot… And dealing with regards glocks, I’ve palmed a lot… Disarmed a block and left niggas rotten in the parking lots.

Urbanauthentic Soldier

I’ll strangle you with you blood vessels surrounding your tissues, come to your funeral to do it again and make it officail, I know whats on the menu but you don’t want beef with me, I’ll come with you to prison so I can beat your ass legally, They find it inconclusive, although they found your spinal fluid and enough of you brains to fit in a glue stick, This situation getting a little dramatic, you posting whack flows, with your weak newbie tactics, When we come through it’s similar to Hiroshima and Nagasaki, You heard now see if you can stop me, I like to use food in my rhyme scheme, so think about my shotgun turning your kidneys into collard greens, I’m devoting my time proportions to scorching your organs, I’m all about cremation and holocaustal events, I’ll give you a vest to test your lyrical defense, I mold my gats with crystals, similar to World War I so gentlemen hold your pistol’s, I see you, coming through with your new shoes, you can get two through your FUBU, My gun is never in the truck it’s always on my waist, and if I was to go to the car it’s to run-over your face, they know you dead cuz your eyes are closed or maybe it’s just those 4 to 5 holes thats consuming the space.

Stress Factors

Why give a reason to try? I believe and I die, Felonies from birth for a man with heathenish eyes, They’re conceiving the lies, I’m breathing a cry, I stepped to Allah, give the most simple of my… Demonic siting’s, I told of how the truth is blinding… There was a yellow brick road but now I’m not finding… My path, me and reality clashed, gateways opened… Provoking me to embrace my past for hoping… To gain focus and put in motion these lyrical notions, But being that I’ve knowingly noticed a horrid promotion… Of homo’s, lesbo’s, freaks and War, I’m realizing I’m torn, In a middle of a Crazed mans methods of national reform… Armed with bombs, pistols, bottons and satellites, On a mission to kill a people of religious hermaphrodite’s, All out of spite, and along those lines I’m nominated… To fight for peace and freedom of rights, serenaded… In grit and trife I now spit on life, I will take the Honor… To defend with knifes, grenades and plates of armor, On the road of perdition to kill Osama, fucking Parana, That’s the true Devil in the flesh, and he who I detest, Has set these standards for a ill prepared patriotic test, But I’m 17 and the 18 is now under press, It’s even worse, When your black and under this stress of avoiding this curse, of being delivered to momz in a Hearst, times was wasted drinking corona… Now your in a coma, next stop is the Corona, leave your persona, Guess who owns ya.
Man I’m under a lot of stress.

Terrorist

I peep these streets, flee and never speak,I take souls and reap, roll with those that creep,Believe in gore, in fact I go on hospital tours,Vist the maternity ward, and slaughter a few babies when I’m bored,I can’t afford a night without pain and fear,I like it premium so I visit ya sons daycare,Remember I’ma take pictures send you the negatives,And steal all the wallets around to visit friends and relatives,Even in December, my death scale is strict,So disregard any unsigned or anonymous gifts,I was born to turn pleasure into pain,I’ll take the blame, and all the evidence…thats your brain, Yes I’m daranged, Sleep in a bed a of nails,Wake in hell and shower in hollow tip shells,I have more friends in death than in this current day and age,Cuz Me, killer, I was promoting beef since humans lived in caves,I set the pages and rib cars with napalm,Fire bombs and anything left in my arsenal,I’ll ask the governor to pardon you,So I can physically bombard and somewhere I’ll disregard you.

I’m Telling You

Now picture a dilemma, who would figure a nigga… Would configure a vivid iamge of such an enigma, Shivering and quivering, and Developing and mentally evolving… Problems are being solved in content, so follow the monologue, and post your consent, Get into the mind frame, maintain the strain… Struggle, hassle, tussle, take the road that I came avoid mixing veins, drugs and brains, This is affecting how your effected by the everyday essence… Don’t neglect this, cuz now all your doubts are corrected, cuz this verse is hypnotizing, more they likely your realizing… My style is so prolific and death defying, my souls crying… I’m harmonizing with the pain, and Hell is dividing… And I’m Wasting my time in forums where Satanist reside in, My flow is Brick stiff, Not fregit, you can’t fix it, I spit multiple mulites continuous like numerical digits, All your war songs, I done lived it, Don’t forget this, when times are strict, And your out of words cuz I’ve already murdered the alphabet, And your helpless, wondering, hoping that you can counterfeit… Cuz your rhymeless, wordless, as if you were trying to be a Wordsmith, I proclaim my self to own the verbal and text style, I’m immaculate, Creative when I flip and digest some words and adjectives, Shit on you like a had drank a bottle of laxatives, I’m actively a Atheist.
Should I have went on….. 1 Atheist

Simplistic

Verbs are addictive, I’ve predicted, that your restricted, to make it specific I’m speaking to those who spit simplistic, And can’t challenge their linguistics, yall should fix it, Cause I’m clearly depicted, your emotions are fiction, Think about your rhymes, take the time and analyze, yet I try and harmonize with your situation I can sympathize, but yall need to realize, nobody who spit is deprived, The alphabets not murdered, well maybe paralyzed, You can still alter the words, and get across your feelings, You have to be willing to go into your minds dwellings, Start developing and don’t hold back, or lose focus, Maintain focus, and others will be provoked to notice, Your mind is your strength, not a back up, get that shit off bench, Your deepest thoughts should be in the starting position, Condition your flow, and ask for pointers for your opposition, And don’t post know bullshit, meant for encryption, Try and make it reasonable so your fellow UA/AOR soldiers can envision. I’m been on the scene and niggas talk about scattered dreams, Don’t post no bullshit, hardships… and expect me to help your self-esteem.

Dealing With The Problem

I had curriculum themes to particular dreams, Mutilations for scheme’s in a peninsula scene, Pending to seem I prefer to see hideous things, The most malicious with ease, recording a scream, Options unlimited, life and death is the dividend, Friendships end, and the harshness now begins, Pistols come in dual or twin, receptions to attend, In the family section I blend with a Devilish grin, I never found it appropriate to kill a associate, But the war has begun and on some graves I spit, Stuck in a mix, now I have to load up the clips, Get on the strip, kill a few “thugs” for a brick, I regret my actions, a close friend lost for a fraction… Of wealth and relaxing so I could join in a faction… Of health and packing of crack and distribution, To institutions to insane asylum’s for retribution.

Battle Rap

Son you garbage we got lie detectors, man we know you fake,cuz you amount to more ass than girls at a concert for Justin Timberlake,Your whack raps, dawg your whole verse sound like a chorus,Cuz you repeat the flow, Questioning me like a lost tourist,You catz is boring to me, lets state the facts, you need a dictionary…To post ya raps, but you seem to have forgot the use of a cemetery…I bury the lies, along with you cries cuz nigga this is a lyrical avalanche…So Why you crossing my path, I over do shit like using a laser to kill ants,Son lets be honest, you should pay homage, so nigga where’s the money,You suppose to be a thug, more like a clown, cuz you niggas is funny.

Battle Rap 2

Sorry, but lying and posting up in subliminal text will never get Passed, We clearly can see your more ass than 100 pages of the Playboy Mag. But that’s irrelevant, I could just post a few bars that question Intelligence, Cuz your mind is absent of good flow like Black children and Negligence, And this is the Contestant, A Newbie, Gran Thef trying get a Reference, You in the Mix with Killer but this shit don’t help fags with a Sexual preference, This is only development, shedding the extra weight like dietary supplements, Like when Killer and Hitler murdered Mil.s when we controlled the Nazis Government, Gran Thef, no petty thef, your inferior, could not steal a caravan with that Criteria, You could hold hostage a Morgue and fail at capturing cases of Malaria, I see a pussy, Damn tasty and eatable, no lie I enjoy the Aroma, Nobody matched my persona, I got crazy prices, get you half off a rental Coma… Or the specialty for Gran Thef, a Flight Jacket with a reversal zip up Body Bag… A John Doe tag, and a mummified pipe broken off in his Ass, If it happens that me Killer “happens” to win this battle, prepare for Violence, Cuz the whole forum will join forces against me “Killer vs the Gay Alliance”, Gran thef is all glory, with his fabricated stories, I depicted he’s not Villain, Go head a lose your mind, you ain’t crazy just a little hazy from popping P enicillin, Fuck you and your momz, but mostly your moms and her salivary Glands, I swear she could suck my ribs in deeper than Hostages of murderous Afghans, I have a poisonus flow, part Phython, have you tembling sweating in your Nylon, Your a Superbitch, just one touch of the Kryton, will have this Kid Bloodier than a Tampon.
1 Atheist

A Broken Man From A Broken Race

I was born into poverty, a natural criminal with 2 felonies,And my third is due on my 21st birthday, prison is the penalty,They stressing me, My path is laid and I can’t decide a faith,But I have a record from day 1 in every federal crate,I’m the burden to the state, Find me in the morgue review, They expecting my presents “I’ma be home in a few”,Why me? Living harsh with the fear of these sharks,We already sleep in a bunch and hussle for lunch,Got me scared cuz just visiting the store is a stunk, But there ain’t no double, And there’s only one act,Can’t rewind a death, cuz a murder is a eternal fact,The gateways to hell is open and I can’t face this truth,Cuz I’m in hell, cuz nothings changed since my roots,Sure a piece says we have equal rights, but look harder,It’s just to provide mental security, fuck those legal lies,As far as I’m concerned those words can’t help stop these cries

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