";Annihilation"; Tha Representas Fourth Collabo

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Posted by Tha Representas [port52.well1.idir.net] on December 19, 1998 at 03:05:58:

[MindState] {verse 1}
Airborne missiles whistle by viscous crystal seas at fiscal pleads
This’ll be gristly stubbornness by governments smothered in
Blackmail hovering above these twitching fingers that linger switching
Off warheads, more feds are worsted by orchid paratroops shooting
From parachutes as bare recruits from Syracuse are errand noosing these fusing
Nations displacing patrons with matrix gauges that wages hatred on sages old
Of ages told before pages were scripted with higher gifted hieroglyphics
And pyros licit explicit wishes to burn witches at Salem hailing Satan as savior
Save your children of guilds in buildings built in druid orders with fluid
Borders like oats and oaths by porters approach a broach in viruses implanted
In irises where high risk is rampant and dampens hampers on things
Since bee stings by these infected insects inject HIVEs minus the "E" and deprives
Lives like sinus at three years old, a bold claim made that maimed sane
Scientists to ask, "why is this?" blindness bliss killing our own feeble
Human people race that steeplechase in a maze that they’ll never exit.....

[Emcee Stove] {verse 2}
I rhyme tight like Mic Hype, battle calls on niggas that dislike/
Drop shit with real MCs not fag dykes and teeny tykes/
Feel my lyrical Perception, like an infection with mass neglection/
Kinda like female conception at a wedding reception/
My vocals are electronic like Johnny Mnemonic, hittin supersonic/
With ebonics and phonics, gone off that tonic and blubonic chronic/
When I drop it comes ferocious, and real MCs know this so take notice/
It's all about big words like astrocious and supercalafragalisticexpialadocious/
When I battle you burst first than I emerse from my hearse and reimburse/
Drop my verse then quich my thirst with chicken blood and now you cursed/
Before I hit tha for reala remember that you king kong tha gorilla and I'm tha lyrical Godzilla/
Emcee killa melt ya like chocolate an vanilla, out ta get tha scrilla.....

[Missing~Link] {verse 3}
I see feilds and feilds of bodies laid flat/ On thay back/ Some face down or rolled over/ My scope range lika
rover/ Scoping niggas over seas/ Niggas please/ Step to dese/ And get assassinated on your knees/ we know
every move you make/ For goodness sake/ My eyes you can't shake/ Stutter step to the left to the right/ But if the
triggas pulled it's good night/ I give eturnal fright/ Through my infra-red sight/ and dot's on the back o your neck
bone/ One squeeze of the trigga and I'm in the sniper zone/ Screw on the end so I can end it all in silence/ It might
be vilence/ But when it's all quiet/ We out the back door before the riot....

[MR. Candyman] {verse 4}
After the first collab people thought I was fab
but really I'm just a normal lad
strong as a lumberjack, but I don't wear plad
you think I'm different cuz I come with mad gabs?
I'm wacky like Buster and Babs
I make you slim fast, lose some flab
knock you out with a quick jab
I could physically kick your ass
but when singing, you can blow way past me
cuz my voice is deep and fucked up, see?
Rhymin on the i-net's real to me
it lets me lose control and go crazy g
cuz I'm made to be nothin more than a bum
but for now I'll have some mo fun
makin all y'all run from the man who's holdin the gun
ain't it funny? people talkin sht cuz they have money
physically they old, but mentally their still eating gummy bears
if I should die before you my heirs will use a get out of jail free card
after they tech you some street smarts

[Missing~Link] {verse 5}
Stepping to the rulers is committing suicide/ You can/t read it in the bible but it's been prophecised/ I'm perched
up on the balcony watching your ride/ Rifle in my hands golden daggers at my side/ infra-red scope, dots on the
driver's window/ I know what's around me don't even trust my shadow/ My palms are getting sweaty/ My mental
set's ready/ Lace your whole car dice you up like confetti/ Hold the aim steady/ When I get the beep from my little
nigga JD/ I know you're in the door way/ Wit your people leaving the party/ i count four niggas and one shorty/
Red dot's on you it will be all over shortly/ i could put it in your neck, but I'd rather your head/ As I steady the
trigga and concentrate on the infra-red/.....Niggas scatter/ When the shots are fired, and they see your head
shatter/ Awww what a mess, now your blood's on the concrete/ i bush my self and calmly gather my heat/ And hit
the street/ Been sitting there all day, I've got ta get some sleep

[Dee Majors] {verse 6}
Apocalyptic, catastrophic visions with specifics
It's vicious, piles of bodies everywhere it ain't fictitious
Governmental agencies, idiots who brazenly
War against each warring factions without a cause and aimlessly
Fire in the air at any motion for the hell of it
Yelling it with arrogance to all of earth's inhabitants
Man, how you war! but against God it ain't even a scuffle
Missles knocked out of the sky, God don't even flex a muscle
You hustle and wrestle with puny human ideas to unnerve him
Perhaps it would be smart to attack those that truly serve him!
You think great! think too stupid too narrow
On a broader scope, that too was the thinking of Pharoah
What you fear the most and hear the most is happening today
Every second's like a year and each year's like a Judgement Day
Sweating bullets cause as Armageddon dawns it's on
Now the natural elements commence to rain down strong
How calamitous, the thrust into your soul is unrelenting
Your repetitious words in prayer unheard for not repenting
Nothing can save you, cause you lack divine protection
The sword strikes it's good night the president and pope are no exception
Vultures fly scavenger's flock to feast on the dead
Gorge on flesh what a mess knee deep in the red
The final war this is the score it's man verse his Creator
All those who don't submit painfully admit who is the greater
Battles lines, kings of the earth rush in and quickly die
With politics and false prophets incinerated by their sides
No return policy, your death is in the lake of fire
The force of truth is one higher refuse to recognize your sire
Finally, it's Satans turn yes your leader long awaited
Is crushed out of existence, pulverized,...annihilated

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: [MindState] {verse 1} Airborne missiles whistle by viscous crystal seas at fiscal pleads This’ll be gristly stubbornness by governments smothered in Blackmail hovering above these twitching fingers that linger switching Off warheads, more feds are worsted by orchid paratroops shooting From parachutes as bare recruits from Syracuse are errand noosing these fusing Nations displacing patrons with matrix gauges that wages hatred on sages old Of ages told before pages were scripted with higher gifted hieroglyphics And pyros licit explicit wishes to burn witches at Salem hailing Satan as savior Save your children of guilds in buildings built in druid orders with fluid Borders like oats and oaths by porters approach a broach in viruses implanted In irises where high risk is rampant and dampens hampers on things Since bee stings by these infected insects inject HIVEs minus the "E" and deprives Lives like sinus at three years old, a bold claim made that maimed sane Scientists to ask, "why is this?" blindness bliss killing our own feeble Human people race that steeplechase in a maze that they’ll never exit..... [Emcee Stove] {verse 2} I rhyme tight like Mic Hype, battle calls on niggas that dislike/ Drop shit with real MCs not fag dykes and teeny tykes/ Feel my lyrical Perception, like an infection with mass neglection/ Kinda like female conception at a wedding reception/ My vocals are electronic like Johnny Mnemonic, hittin supersonic/ With ebonics and phonics, gone off that tonic and blubonic chronic/ When I drop it comes ferocious, and real MCs know this so take notice/ It's all about big words like astrocious and supercalafragalisticexpialadocious/ When I battle you burst first than I emerse from my hearse and reimburse/ Drop my verse then quich my thirst with chicken blood and now you cursed/ Before I hit tha for reala remember that you king kong tha gorilla and I'm tha lyrical Godzilla/ Emcee killa melt ya like chocolate an vanilla, out ta get tha scrilla..... [Missing~Link] {verse 3} I see feilds and feilds of bodies laid flat/ On thay back/ Some face down or rolled over/ My scope range lika rover/ Scoping niggas over seas/ Niggas please/ Step to dese/ And get assassinated on your knees/ we know every move you make/ For goodness sake/ My eyes you can't shake/ Stutter step to the left to the right/ But if the triggas pulled it's good night/ I give eturnal fright/ Through my infra-red sight/ and dot's on the back o your neck bone/ One squeeze of the trigga and I'm in the sniper zone/ Screw on the end so I can end it all in silence/ It might be vilence/ But when it's all quiet/ We out the back door before the riot.... [MR. Candyman] {verse 4} After the first collab people thought I was fab but really I'm just a normal lad strong as a lumberjack, but I don't wear plad you think I'm different cuz I come with mad gabs? I'm wacky like Buster and Babs I make you slim fast, lose some flab knock you out with a quick jab I could physically kick your ass but when singing, you can blow way past me cuz my voice is deep and fucked up, see? Rhymin on the i-net's real to me it lets me lose control and go crazy g cuz I'm made to be nothin more than a bum but for now I'll have some mo fun makin all y'all run from the man who's holdin the gun ain't it funny? people talkin sht cuz they have money physically they old, but mentally their still eating gummy bears if I should die before you my heirs will use a get out of jail free card after they tech you some street smarts [Missing~Link] {verse 5} Stepping to the rulers is committing suicide/ You can/t read it in the bible but it's been prophecised/ I'm perched up on the balcony watching your ride/ Rifle in my hands golden daggers at my side/ infra-red scope, dots on the driver's window/ I know what's around me don't even trust my shadow/ My palms are getting sweaty/ My mental set's ready/ Lace your whole car dice you up like confetti/ Hold the aim steady/ When I get the beep from my little nigga JD/ I know you're in the door way/ Wit your people leaving the party/ i count four niggas and one shorty/ Red dot's on you it will be all over shortly/ i could put it in your neck, but I'd rather your head/ As I steady the trigga and concentrate on the infra-red/.....Niggas scatter/ When the shots are fired, and they see your head shatter/ Awww what a mess, now your blood's on the concrete/ i bush my self and calmly gather my heat/ And hit the street/ Been sitting there all day, I've got ta get some sleep [Dee Majors] {verse 6} Apocalyptic, catastrophic visions with specifics It's vicious, piles of bodies everywhere it ain't fictitious Governmental agencies, idiots who brazenly War against each warring factions without a cause and aimlessly Fire in the air at any motion for the hell of it Yelling it with arrogance to all of earth's inhabitants Man, how you war! but against God it ain't even a scuffle Missles knocked out of the sky, God don't even flex a muscle You hustle and wrestle with puny human ideas to unnerve him Perhaps it would be smart to attack those that truly serve him! You think great! think too stupid too narrow On a broader scope, that too was the thinking of Pharoah What you fear the most and hear the most is happening today Every second's like a year and each year's like a Judgement Day Sweating bullets cause as Armageddon dawns it's on Now the natural elements commence to rain down strong How calamitous, the thrust into your soul is unrelenting Your repetitious words in prayer unheard for not repenting Nothing can save you, cause you lack divine protection The sword strikes it's good night the president and pope are no exception Vultures fly scavenger's flock to feast on the dead Gorge on flesh what a mess knee deep in the red The final war this is the score it's man verse his Creator All those who don't submit painfully admit who is the greater Battles lines, kings of the earth rush in and quickly die With politics and false prophets incinerated by their sides No return policy, your death is in the lake of fire The force of truth is one higher refuse to recognize your sire Finally, it's Satans turn yes your leader long awaited Is crushed out of existence, pulverized,...annihilated

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