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Post by frankswift on Apr 8, 2013 4:31:38 GMT
show ya'll kool keith fanatics what it's all about throw this on: GZA - Feel Like an Enemy (Instrumental)youtu.be/8OSeD9ZmHzMand lemme drop it like this: i be coming out of the cemetary, forever ready, battle cat spit mic venomous, earth quakes in ya habitat glorified rap guys, hidden in a rap guise wu-tang punchlines, doubting it'll, ever rise ...i say make way for the king coming out to show spittin it hot with a flow, for friend or foe unicorn transform, slain' on the platform with da mic in my clutches, ya might get ya back torn entrails hang, gang bang, with the slang that's highly addictive, when ya kick it then ya bounce back man's on the microphone, spittin' till February that's another year away to kill all my advesarys ...dynamic duo, the duel is legendary split down the mic then continue to my adversary volcano errupts, i rise with smoke puffs ...you be screaming like "isn't that enough!?" you wanna tag along niggaz? spit yo shit fo0 |
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Post by frankswift on Apr 8, 2013 7:22:06 GMT
Craig low nigga
lay low nigga
a craig low nigga
lay low nigga
as a matter of fact, you laugh when i bust raps
coming back with the track, cus the niggaz lack the stack
as i'm walking the thin line, the rhymes on prime time
the man of the hour.. tower.. cowards
leavin you open, you hopin' for ice cream
but you get punked in the park, it was a nice dream
lyrical linstidind coming to finish you all
sippin' lemonade with a bitch at a drink stall
...here i come, the battle is at a matador
style with the animal.. hannibal.. cannibal..
...talk over drum beats, the lyrical energizer
that's getting you higher than aeroplane aero-flyer
bundle the sweet talk in rows of corn stalks
my flows are lawn walks, and mock the gang hawks
...forever tainted, soul reflects the myst
you be standing out in the rays of the abyss
a Craig low nigga
lay low nigga
a craig low nigga
lay low nigga
you be see me coming and ya better start running
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Post by frankswift on Apr 8, 2013 9:49:34 GMT
i'm the super intensified style with the rap guy
beating you down, horrified with a black eye
making it a single moment for doom
..all the weird guys clear the room
smuggling flows inside confusion
tryin' so hard, but yo raps an illusion
smack the back the wack get hand clap in mystery
A to BC now ya history
but i never knew a nigga without flow
kool keith on the tv rockin' the show
narduar is weak, every day of the week
nigga shut yo mouth, nigga better not speak
spittin' the flow, diggin' it like time team
look another skeleton, rice at the crime scene
battling on, rattle through the anatomy
scatter brain matter, death style in the anime
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Post by frankswift on Apr 9, 2013 8:35:53 GMT
Me and Kool Keith, we're just eating a beef burger
with C-Murder, a nigga you never heard of
and Warcloud... just munching on a mushroom
bringing you much doom, to ya fucking lunch room
Niggaz'll test the best, but they never press
With the style that i bring, they crown me the king
Dope styles, dope flows and costumes
Legendary adversary, plates and lost tunes
Groan and mumble, the hearts will tumble
The many styles i bring cause the man to rumble
Out with the speakerbox, boomin' around the sound
..You be screaming out like... 'Get down!'
A notable master, rhyme style blaster
The powdered toastman is the pastor
...A beef stew, curry for tea
You wanted the beef? and it's plain to see
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Post by frankswift on Apr 11, 2013 5:50:37 GMT
..the underground sound, mic style travelling ;D BURN the double-disc dial out to a javelin  throw ya grenades, blow spots where ya camping in  the stereotype throw blowz when i'm battling  Funk from the inner-self, mic skill necessary ..forbidden techniques i pull on an adversary under the influence of a pure dark entity Triple OG, that's the way that it has to be Sippin' Champagne with Keith is my destiny ;D ...But these white devils wanna keep testin' me ...Blessin' me too in the middle of nowhere I don't know about heaven but i'm told i gotta go there Soundwaves form, fine-tuned on my radio Colourful backdrops, the light on my stereo Makin' it hard to stop... but i wont Bust another punk, cus i'm rising to the top Nigga |
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Post by frankswift on Apr 13, 2013 11:00:14 GMT
i prove my point every day,.. people often say sh*t then walk away they don't know what they mean,.. Craig Low Get Low, he's a Rap Machine ..Gotta play it every day, Never around When the bad is on the way The dopest is that,.. Don't know How to say it, but he's spittin' kinda wack Check the style, Kick it live... Half the industry are a bunch of fuckin' wise guys Rap down the sides ...ya gotta recognize Never been around lies I'm wicked and wild,.. I gotta get paid,.. kick it with style It's a must that i bust... Craig Low Kool Keith is dangerous |
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Post by frankswift on May 6, 2013 8:20:57 GMT
Yeah Son it's been a long time!
under attack from satellites in space
satellite weapons are nothin but a waste
of time, let me spit truth in a rhyme
the government are fools just dont know the time
Here i come motherfucker so clear the way
listen up to what i have to say
they're tryna take me out, destroy my mind
nobody believes me so i spit it in a rhyme
The new age Messiah is here to stay
A big change is gonna come.. any day
So whos side are you on, i wont take
Foes, you cant take the truth.. Ask Craig Low
my enemies are here
sending shit into my head, but i hear you clear
'why would the government develop such a weapon'
my response: 'well look at 9/11'
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