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-Each1 Teach1-of Brass Knuckle Poets Society said:
Oh the immediate irony of being the last of a dying breed thats willing to die violently..
Crazed2APoint... I'M AN ENIGMA WRAPPED IN FOOLISHNESS said:
the irony of that is just as bad as this catch 22, wanting to live but having no good reasons as to why you want too... come equipped with enough pain bottled up inside, you can see it in my eyes, i can share a lil bit that could make the devil cry.
-Each1 Teach1-of Brass Knuckle Poets Society said:
so as he's weepin askin oh mama why, we supply the dopeness that make it all alriiiiiiigh...pressure from the inside let loose unto the night, breathing as an exercise to make us all feel fiiiine, listen as the devils cries turn to tears of pride, damn my people did it, layed it all on the liiiiine.....gyesh yesh!
Crazed2APoint... I'M AN ENIGMA WRAPPED IN FOOLISHNESS said:
that we did, dark clouds erased ain't nothin but sunshine, but it started raining guess the devil got mad and whipped his wife's behind.... rain won't stop all the heat that we given, i heard hell is hot but who cares? we the only ones who can sit on the sun still livin... verbal ass kickin, which leads to people's egos not existin, like a dog confronted by a bear who quickly get's to tail tuckin.
-Each1 Teach1-of Brass Knuckle Poets Society said:
and best to get to runnin, inappropriate conduction like some barbies on a ruxpin, and let us not get nutty, masturbatin on the BART signing OH MY BUDDY!, Teach1 verbally slutty, ejaculating snickers till he peels somebody...Profession is rather popular shooting right into yer ocular....
Crazed2APoint... I'M AN ENIGMA WRAPPED IN FOOLISHNESS said:
couldn't even see us with binoculars, are status is way to stellar, 100 + 200 of ya'll still does not equal more than us 2 together, me and each1 slap ya'll in the faces with nutter butters... the things that you would do for a klondike bar are obvious, but not recommended trust, you do not wanna fight us... not even on your best day, we're pricks, we'll just watch you make a fool out of yourself and sleep the day away, come back the next day have ya'll reiterate the things you say, mid sentence just snatch your mic away... lego my ego, and trix are for kids and other brand sayings like that, light the mic on fire and politely hand it back.
ANT ᵀᴴᴱ ЯANT - Brass Knuckle Poets Society said:
knockin yer, box within my proximiter, that's not a real word! I don't give a fox...news... ya herd. manipulate landscapes in a mellow state, hello, I'm baked, see what I can make with red, green and yellow paint, like like Bob Ross, this fellow paints, but I keeps it ghetto mange, sneak to power inn lane, cut the lock on that damn gate, and get up on the freight, like the shipment was late, and there was not time to wait or take breaks, click to clack, as my cans shake, thinkin way back to that damn place in nineteen fuckin nighty eight.
-Each1 Teach1-of Brass Knuckle Poets Society said:
trainyards,the 710 @ Eastern, sharing an old lot with the RTD's beaters, listenin for cholo tweeters tryna a take a writers sneakers, the click clack's to boom bap like the bronx has beefers...i kiss one like Krs does, with a narrow millimeter, refining the fine lines like Rakims' kicked speakers.......BLAO!
ANT ᵀᴴᴱ ЯANT - Brass Knuckle Poets Society said:
window scribe, fuckit do it driver's side, vibe gets live, watch out for blue and red lights, team is hype so it's do or die... TOC kids? fuck them them dude's is jive, seen their crew, at the drive-through up by Del Paso Heights, they can suckon my penis stains, through a tobacco pipe... I heard that's what they like.
-Each1 Teach1-of Brass Knuckle Poets Society said:
ask me? its was KNL/STP, killin the valley freeways made that shit look easy, i made my home with Kaydubb's(KWS), crossin out NBT's, NTS's would always rock fresh but still couldnt test us.Moving it right along OFA came strong, but couldnt hold a candle when the gangs came along..either stop writing or start fightin, it was a sad sad song, some of the freshest to ever touch a stock tip got restless..the proud and the few that kept doing just what we do, had to watch our backs tight like each and every night....
American Psycho - Brass Knuckle Poets Society said:
I'm tryna' SAVV it out, while these weenies get patted down, by these pigs tryna' rub one out, stop they progress, drown and mute they sound. Silly clowns rockin' Cheshire Cat frowns. I grin and stand my ground. Yeah, who's laughin' now? I suggest you lay them handles down, migrate south, or get poached for your encroachment - foul. I'm blind to what these fuckin' clones boast about. They can't see me, like I was cloked on my approach, but now - when it's too late to duck, my reproach is spoke. Better keep them lips sealed, or I'll take the life from they throat.
