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Ant the Rant of Brass Knuckle Poets Society said:
I sit and watch you front reckless, like third-person perspectives.
S-A-double-V - Brass Knuckle Poets Society said:
I stunt like X-Games, and X you off my checklist... eat a formidable brain for breakfast. My curricular is extra, so check this... my flow is terrorist, hit you where it's least expected. The stratagem, like a nail-bomb... but way more reckless, exploding in every direction. I wear a wrecking ball, as pendant and necklace. Try to snatch my pride and get embarrassed and disrespected... aggression - fuel for my erection. Demolish the facade and resurrect it, lace up game and teach lessons. How do you stop it, if you can't defend it? I rig examples, like presidential elections. I'm a tattoo surrounded by millions of freckles... a grand master who's never been bested. Your antics lack direction, like a chicken runnin' headless. How can you reap success, if the expense has never been accepted? My crew's amused by you - you'd sell your soul to be respected...
-Each1 Teach1-BrassKnucklePoet said:
Demolish the facade and resurrect it, lace up game and teach lessons. How do you stop it, if you can't defend it? I rig examples, like presidential elections. I'm a tattoo surrounded by millions of freckles... a grand master who's never been bested. Your antics lack direction, like a chicken runnin' headless. How can you reap success, if the expense has never been accepted? My crew's amused by you - you'd sell your soul to be respected...
say what?.
ANT ᵀᴴᴱ ЯANT of Brass Knuckle Poets Society said:
what the fuck type of math is this? when fuckers can't tell me, what a fraction is, I'm one-over-one kid, the whole bid,
so dope, you couldn't hope to capture this, without having to cope with a few fractured ribs, and a swollen lower lip,
you lost, like when you're rollin' lit, tryin ta find some chick's apartment, to pay a late night visit, circle'n K and 25th, but forgot to get those digits, like a stupid bitch,
you need a map for this, because without the right access, it just might get hazardous, and get got, for the bidness. storylines from the witness,
from a mind so deep and dark, it's probably got bats in it,
I wear brims to keep a lid on it, there's no telling what the gifted kid's got to give,
bruce lee like emcee, because I'm passionate, about the ass I kick. mastered my flip,
from now on I'ma sign raps that I spit, with an asterisk, legally speaking, it just don't get more badass than this*
♂ΆяčнзŦұpє™ (B.K.P.S.)♂ said:
Badass'ed'ness, astronomical Asterisks
Flinging boulders over ya shoulders,
Heads smashed to the flatness
Brass knucks swell ya up like blunts, we rollem fattest
Better than LL, he's bad, Im baddest
Or Big PUN, he fat, Im phattest
No father to my style, call me a 'bastid'
Phenomenally disembowelin the captured
Imma Omen, evoking the raptur'a
The decrees issued will out last ya
Im clear & concise and u a bumbling babbl'a
Wolfin ass, mean mugging, Saber rattler
My voice like opera is to glass, it shatters ya
Come on keep up!, u lack the stamina
Predator tactics to cripple the scaveng'as
Fierce Fangs, long talons to ravage ya
Have ya trippin, seeing visions, dub me'a conjur'a
-Each1 Teach1-BrassKnucklePoet said:
these kids come wicked with delivery...
ladies jock the styles symmetry..
a 12 pack of flatblack
and i define can control wizardry...
a slave to my sickness
but i'll bust this one willingly.
stumble upon my killin spree,
this evening? home delivery.
i rumble in the jungle
to obtain some sense of feelin free.
