DeadlyVision Posted February 19, 2004 I was born in the battle zone, with more guns than my population. My heart grew no fear I felt right at home, growing under a death wishing nutty nation. Still facing the same skinny aligations, like a Dr. holding a RPG I got no patience. Breeded with madness practice, don't believe me check out my tactics. 'm a happy murderer happy to kill 'em faggots! Puff...than disapear just like magic. Am a comando loading more emo than Rambo! Hate me love me not, I still take the same range Yo! Throwing guarnates from a Range Drove! No matter if u duck ama still get u with my 1st buck! Dollar talks and walks controlling country blocks! Deal me wrong and see how my Semi stalks- These are my turture tactics I practice to make your nerves tense. Shocks that melts your brain making you 4get family and friends. I do this when my enemy pretends! 1st step: Pass 'em out! 2nd step: Tie 'em up! facing chess down! in a pond of piss and a shitty floored ground! Kill their senses, hurt their feelings! Mentally, physically and emotionally... give 'em painful FEELINGS! Give me 30seconds and I promise to make 'em talk dirt wana rape their moms! Give me 30mins and I make 'em wana kill their pops! Give me an hour and watch me use my skinny powers_ I got the gift to make any tough guy pick flowers! They I say I left civilization long ago- its why ama go leavin' this rhyme un'done...there I go--- Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
NIN_NOOL Posted February 26, 2004 Tight scribe soldier,feeling the flow on this so lets keep the mental bullets flying ...... Better believe in miracles Status post critical They got your number Input the serial Cut eye surveillance canvass with peripheral Communications tapped equipment via digital Unsuspecting minds, life borders miserable Programmed to the bad stuff confirms the habitual Back and forth with the every day ritual Reflex thinking mirrors sitcom situational In the dense fog you vision the mirage 5 to 1 odds can you handle the brain massage behold the soldier by nature in total defiance if you're under parental guidance those at home shouldn't try this locked in your red zone districts as census and statistics by the CIA and the imperial wizards snowbound in the cut like a blizzard years from now they'll say he tried to tell them as they down load information into your cerebellum dark angel in the new milleneum bar codes on the neck like hardened felons escape from New York, Robin Island to Feltham humans as commodities buy em and sell 'em choke hold on the neck with the full nelson feeling like a visitor with a worn out welcome winners hit at this game like LOTTO very seldom siphon out the rations and you foretell the outcome freedom at your expense from here to london tracked thru e-mail, cell phone records and credit reports can't hide in the wilderness of the Siberian north nervous condition leads to whopping cough this war is like none ever before fought you show me your weapon and I'll show you mine no, this war is of the mind bio-chemical changes infused to your neurons kill you off slow no need for smart bombs Lets all get on the bus before we miss it watch as I flip it on a higher conscience forget the nonsense counting down to apocalypse... Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
DeadlyVision Posted February 26, 2004 Keep the mental bullets flying... ~4streetkidz~dealingthewrongbids~ Third eye spying, drugged brain cells frying- Praying for my pretitors to start preying... From the gutter to the gutter, safty makes no sh*t butter- Am too down to write my girl a love*letter... My hearts after the chetter, only in my mind is where I feel better- Deep and collective, leave the biggest temptation if things get rejective/ Real sellective switching channels from Latterman to CNN- Laugh at serious altercations, trapped in the Bush with many men- Smell the taste of the dead bodies, with strong scent like cinnemon- Chilling zoned out burning chronic with the Jin and them- ~ As the story was told, many years passed and natural soldiers got old~ Secrets where unfold, mass murderin' fo' more money more-oil-and-ALL! Stumbling ecconomy leaders had to fall- no call* Get down or lay down had to be the situation, lossing concentration land split into federation! In need of natural soldiers to feed knowledge and power back to our nation- Using Religion so the Law won't have no competition- Strong WORDS I share to spit shine ya mind, bring out ya glare! Have no fear death is promised to get you from front to rear! Work on ya deeds walk away from ya sinful needs... Hustle to feed struggling breeds- ~ Survival is in the mind of a true soldier, got lot of hair still think 'm growin' bolder. So, I open up my army folder- St8 street ballin'ballar! Only the Angels may write my sins for Allah to judge me- Dressed in civilian cloths, the devel over tries to budge me- Send a pretty one to hug me, not knowin' how a thug be- A soldier playin' 'em like a rugbe- Don't mistake me, I ain't coated in fatigued like the army- Am a sphychological warlord, ready for battle like how some be- ~ Am on a street battle, corner owner- They call me the Nutty Foriegner- Eat regardless, the beef is madness- With the beast I practice- Nook shoot outs, no witness we blast in darkness- Tricker finger happy, no remourse done it for the cause! Never had a nerve that paused, I even pistol whip the boss- Win for whatever, the last thing in my mind is the loss- never lost... Block lock glog cock with the lox- Take me in the middle of a battle zone, ama have no talks, just walk 'em walks! Soldier by Nature improvise aim proper, swinging perfect while I sleep walk- ...Jokes on file, subliminal message... Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
DeadlyVision Posted March 2, 2004 My African Roots... Deeper than oil pits, harder than my steel toe Boots... Tough as teflon bullet proofs... Eye ainStupid I duck when a dummy shoots! Aoy-They-Troy-toGun-MeGoods Battlin' funny troops, from Da-Dot makin' moves~ To a VanCity spot swingin' loots~ QUICK. To, I already swong moods :mad: Over to the Edmonton firring Flames playin' no games, lookin' for D-Blocked hoods~ We all over, Islamic doing deals with the devil we rippin' our rightious roots.... Makin' books in forieng nooks_ Inportin' it all, Land-on-Air-Underground-in-Wheel chair, am all 4da bill-mill looks! Regret less protect chest, no stress like young 'n' famous youths! Pistol whip a young gunner, tryin' to chop on my phone booths- Still fistful collectin' teeth chippin' tooth! ~ I breathe in seethe, over heat the piece. No need for peace. You plead "No Please". Am a Soldier! By Nature! ... I breathe in seethe, over heat the piece. No need for peace. You plead "No Please". Am a Soldier! By Nature! ~ Underbugcovers! None know me, no one owe me, been da only hommie- With ballin' handles that got u actin' like u know me! Than act like you own me- infact you soo phoney~ Quick to friend me-plots to frame me, I say I-ain' never been able reenact a phoney* Alone and I-ain'Lonely~ Always hold'a magnet on me* ~ Boss-Got beef wit'no balls how's he gona act upon me? :confused: Fake-me couldn't fade me, lately u been onda Yayo-like-Tonny! Am beyond being "Only", am young and see how u anoy me! Got da-guts to kill than show-me! Created with more mind power than you, so don'Hate if ya girl wana get on my poney! Tough writter riddin' rougher than Double-R, Writtin' 4U, if U don'kno' who u are! Throwin' stink bombs inya Jam-Party- My flow get ya hearts hardest beat skip like lil girls from da hood, nothin' is good parlty just to murder I set u to rob me! JackMove, this is mine- CopyWritten so DON'T COPY! ~1~ PME DV Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
DeadlyVision Posted April 15, 2004 That could be dissed! Have you vanished... Talkin'walkin' tough rough. You ain't strong every man gets weak enough- I calls yo pluff give u a week 2puff- Battle me on stage? get off that stuff! Brush my teeth 3times daily still got a dirty mouth! Cause I diss and cuss. If you didn't get that you've missed the bus. Kissing dust- Even ma' closest hommies got a missing trust. U piss I bust a nine and rearange ya mind. One time! Rhyme the grime, u feelin' mine... Drop a bad vision on ya-eye like iodine- Told, (old the new school) it's all about gettin'a head in life- see the light-behind- We in a metaphorical time, a lil make-up makin' everybody feelin' fine* Just another device created soo devined* Let me scape from the human mind, Since I sense u'r lost in passed-past tense. I unfold you're blind. Say it again that could be dissed. Diss this~ Justice, I practice- the world play by play just-as acters. Followers for leaders- Is why I perfere holdin' ma' heaters- We in a metaphorical time, a lil make-up makin' everybody feelin' fine* Just another device created soo devined* Let me scape from the human mind, Since I sense u'r lost in passed-past tense. I unfold you're blind. Say it again that could be dissed. Diss this~ Justice, I practice- the world play by play just-as acters. Followers for leaders- Is why I perfere holdin' ma' heaters- Jus 2gain enough for ma' parkin' meters- Street fame ain' ma' name, Underground remain me the same. Not to Boss the game. Simple Oz even tho' I Boss the Lame. Label me Baseline when I bust the lane... Hope u felt some fo'da day, gained sum from what I say. Bla-bla-bla..even if that's how it sounds2ya- ~1~ PME Visionary Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
DeadlyVision Posted April 20, 2004 Stand hut- Soldier strand str8- Stop the debate- Truly concentrate- On what's causin' ya death rate- Mo-Snitchez than fakez- B*tchez With Aids, Look back way back in time & think 'bout how this sh*t was made! The teachings of money was greate- Too bad 4those who showed up too late- Comming off from 90s flights- Battling for personal rights- Cheap or expensive poor or rich, let me set it in black and white- But, on the real that ain't right- It's wrong on propaganda term, you burn and learn the third digree lesson next time U-Turn. Going str8 following the devils path ends in sins u earn. Since u form like farm fields filled with corn- U speak on behalf of some new born- Soldier by nature looked at like a watch that's over worn. My middle finger hurts, must run away from my living storm! Soldier by nature till next time! ~1~ PME D.V2easy Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Kassem TheDon Posted April 22, 2004 Originally posted by DeadlyVision: Stand hut- Soldier strand str8- Stop the debate- Truly concentrate- On what's causin' ya death rate- Mo-Snitchez than fakez- B*tchez With Aids, Look back way back in time & think 'bout how this sh*t was made! The teachings of money was greate- Too bad 4those who showed up too late- Comming off from 90s flights- Battling for personal rights- Cheap or expensive poor or rich, let me set it in black and white- But, on the real that ain't right- It's wrong on propaganda term, you burn and learn the third digree lesson next time U-Turn. Going str8 following the devils path ends in sins u earn. Since u form like farm fields filled with corn- U speak on behalf of some new born- Soldier by nature looked at like a watch that's over worn. My middle finger hurts, must run away from my living storm! Soldier by nature till next time! ~1~ PME D.V2easy Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
DeadlyVision Posted April 30, 2004 Soldier By Nature Never Knew There Were Somali Crack Heads :confused: And Somali Jews- Excuse my ignorance on those parts now I know...he-shee-go--Floe!. ... On his own feeling grown, educated by the Qur'an~ With a Islamic responsibilities letting his life-style burn~ Rather snatch than earn... Going astray I see you turn~ In speed mode thinking nothing is right, so all he does is wrong~ Let me build this song, kill ya weakness nurish you strong~ Notice how I form this here, yeah-something like a poem. Let me conclude this rear fear breeded by Jin whispers in your ear! Telling you ain't shhh plus you're alone~ Pan handling from your home~ Introduced to drugs so he hung with Americanized-Moriyaan-Thugs, all down for the clown following the system with a frown, trying to earn just another Pound- Dollar bills making sense, truant breathing alone... With a 9months two way ticket, and reality check pass, I ask why my lil brother's jumbing a gun, kicking just like Jet-Lee thinking like the #1! Skinny built with a big ego like King-Kong- Ama slow down if you seem dumb- Met a fellow skinny the other day feeling num- Made the mistake to ask what had been the matter, told me he needed a filler for his pipe been all over looking to score now he wishing to get some- I gave him gum fed him and told him to get on the run- He was breathing ugly, came back with trible of my expectation, My only sorrow was, he was from my nation- But, Oh well! I won'Tell...am jus'gona let him do his run- Show him the front page of reality today-willing to make Whudo-&-pray, still lossing the stringth to unfold the Qur'an- Getting personal if I was to say your life is Haraam! Brawl-in-Reason I write this for my self, like Aammmm every season- the Gov' got me like Sadam- And Ammm my heart's growing cold my thoughts are freezing... It's like the Angels are teasing while the devil's pleasing with passion-out to be decieving! Everything is tempting it's all temping- tempted to fisnish this blabering writing but, ran out of bla-blas to scrible.......... ... What Have We Accomplished Since The Civil War? ~ Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
