Post by Yung Kanon on Dec 9, 2006 17:16:36 GMT -5
{yung Kan}
Kanon,ALEXE, Lets go, im untouchable tempted to murder with rhymes and lines/
pushin back the shades on our brains to expose the shine from minds/
signs of crimes, feleonys from a different melody, writtin to destroy/
missile at the mouth explodes after what im spittin is deployed/
people keep ya rappas home, we scatter chrome to shatta domes/
ruling the ground under with hades, burrying mics inside catacombs/
known infections, livin in raps hypodermic needles for injections/
lyrical smith n wessons, blessin peasants by tearin them into sections/
if u at us testin, then just be ready for us to come n crunch rhymes/
this was just a basic warm-up for me, now metaphors n punchlines/
bolder booth tones'll rock and burn u at the tip of my flamin brimstone/
Anyone get ya boy, he wont milk this by the time raps r maimin his bones/
i aim n trim domes wit razors blazin 'cross ya temples till ya fadin gone/
hip hop swat to these buggin fakers, me n ALEXE stay raid'n songs/
{Hook}ALEXE
How I do things? (It's wrong and right)
The World (that I build and abide)
Nothing's the same (to typify)
The things I do (to gratify)
The Rap (throbbing my heart-beat stride)
Inbred in me, (fervent to write)
{yung Kan}
filleting slayin portrayin wrong whenever our pens touchin these pages/
cats don't cum when we plant the seed of defeat cuz they fuckin wit sages/
run with the majors, thats me and AL, on the rise, u already know suckas/
i might have to slow down for the haters eat this fucking shit muthafuckers/
i slap shit n raise uh nine, destroy uh playas mind with laser rhymes/
lyrical snipers just have u 'cross-heirs/hairs' like i cruzifyed ya razor line/
anyone fuckin wit me? shit...my lyrics make ya domes pop n bleed bitch/
see this, can make the "highest"... "no bodys" like stoned quadriplegics/
ya drop to knees when defeated, best bets retreatin or i sever ya head/
pass up the dough, im ur ruler, now let me be n measure my bread/
n plz don't fuck around, cuz 1, 2, 3 ya done after the fo' fifths n tips/
ya'll gon see more of s like to read the lips of uh slow kid with lisp/
str8 flowin this shit, n bitches better be playin there part, sayin im smart/
step on ya image n go paleolithic, punches swung will just cave in ya art/
cats chasin these stars while we middle figures with fingers up, sent!/
cats better chill or be burnt cause were here, im bringin up temp/
{Hook}ALEXE
How I do things? (It's wrong and right)
The World (that I build and abide)
Nothing's the same (to typify)
The things I do (to gratify)
The Rap (throbbing my heart-beat stride)
Inbred in me, (fervent to write)
{ALEXE}
Disengage the cruise control, then con you trolls of magic cues,
Aesthetically design new bruises impelling you in disuse.
With the Vault.age of a bank, gun the Kanon of a tank,
Shred your shank up to the neck, leave you rankles in Iraq.
Feckless bloviating now, blow-the-rating with some 'dis'ses:
With this risk to sound discourteous, disregard those in distress,
Disinherit breath from the disguised, disfigure mime's mimic,
Hospitalize all shots 'gainst me through E.R. of Rhyme's Clinic.
Dismantle diskettes of the records of disquiet or distaste,
Distinguish distribution's distance, FedEx' disabled out in Space.
Divest of vest, bare chest, honest I tend to test my cerebration.
Confess regress, extinct as pest I've lived in equivocation,
By privation of attention brewed much tension and depression
But cessation of sensation ignites mind's emancipation.
Equanimity became my concinnity qua solace
Indomitable to retreat regardless what the toll-is.
To humanity I reserve my poetry as air-shaft,
Humidity 'round my eyes morphs just through my sketches and draft.
{Hook}ALEXE
How I do things? (It's wrong and right)
The World (that I build and abide)
Nothing's the same (to typify)
The things I do (to gratify)
The Rap (throbbing my heart-beat stride)
Inbred in me, (fervent to write)
Kanon,ALEXE, Lets go, im untouchable tempted to murder with rhymes and lines/
pushin back the shades on our brains to expose the shine from minds/
signs of crimes, feleonys from a different melody, writtin to destroy/
missile at the mouth explodes after what im spittin is deployed/
people keep ya rappas home, we scatter chrome to shatta domes/
ruling the ground under with hades, burrying mics inside catacombs/
known infections, livin in raps hypodermic needles for injections/
lyrical smith n wessons, blessin peasants by tearin them into sections/
if u at us testin, then just be ready for us to come n crunch rhymes/
this was just a basic warm-up for me, now metaphors n punchlines/
bolder booth tones'll rock and burn u at the tip of my flamin brimstone/
Anyone get ya boy, he wont milk this by the time raps r maimin his bones/
i aim n trim domes wit razors blazin 'cross ya temples till ya fadin gone/
hip hop swat to these buggin fakers, me n ALEXE stay raid'n songs/
{Hook}ALEXE
How I do things? (It's wrong and right)
The World (that I build and abide)
Nothing's the same (to typify)
The things I do (to gratify)
The Rap (throbbing my heart-beat stride)
Inbred in me, (fervent to write)
{yung Kan}
filleting slayin portrayin wrong whenever our pens touchin these pages/
cats don't cum when we plant the seed of defeat cuz they fuckin wit sages/
run with the majors, thats me and AL, on the rise, u already know suckas/
i might have to slow down for the haters eat this fucking shit muthafuckers/
i slap shit n raise uh nine, destroy uh playas mind with laser rhymes/
lyrical snipers just have u 'cross-heirs/hairs' like i cruzifyed ya razor line/
anyone fuckin wit me? shit...my lyrics make ya domes pop n bleed bitch/
see this, can make the "highest"... "no bodys" like stoned quadriplegics/
ya drop to knees when defeated, best bets retreatin or i sever ya head/
pass up the dough, im ur ruler, now let me be n measure my bread/
n plz don't fuck around, cuz 1, 2, 3 ya done after the fo' fifths n tips/
ya'll gon see more of s like to read the lips of uh slow kid with lisp/
str8 flowin this shit, n bitches better be playin there part, sayin im smart/
step on ya image n go paleolithic, punches swung will just cave in ya art/
cats chasin these stars while we middle figures with fingers up, sent!/
cats better chill or be burnt cause were here, im bringin up temp/
{Hook}ALEXE
How I do things? (It's wrong and right)
The World (that I build and abide)
Nothing's the same (to typify)
The things I do (to gratify)
The Rap (throbbing my heart-beat stride)
Inbred in me, (fervent to write)
{ALEXE}
Disengage the cruise control, then con you trolls of magic cues,
Aesthetically design new bruises impelling you in disuse.
With the Vault.age of a bank, gun the Kanon of a tank,
Shred your shank up to the neck, leave you rankles in Iraq.
Feckless bloviating now, blow-the-rating with some 'dis'ses:
With this risk to sound discourteous, disregard those in distress,
Disinherit breath from the disguised, disfigure mime's mimic,
Hospitalize all shots 'gainst me through E.R. of Rhyme's Clinic.
Dismantle diskettes of the records of disquiet or distaste,
Distinguish distribution's distance, FedEx' disabled out in Space.
Divest of vest, bare chest, honest I tend to test my cerebration.
Confess regress, extinct as pest I've lived in equivocation,
By privation of attention brewed much tension and depression
But cessation of sensation ignites mind's emancipation.
Equanimity became my concinnity qua solace
Indomitable to retreat regardless what the toll-is.
To humanity I reserve my poetry as air-shaft,
Humidity 'round my eyes morphs just through my sketches and draft.
{Hook}ALEXE
How I do things? (It's wrong and right)
The World (that I build and abide)
Nothing's the same (to typify)
The things I do (to gratify)
The Rap (throbbing my heart-beat stride)
Inbred in me, (fervent to write)
