Forbidden Scriptures
Copywrite feat. Breeze Evahflowin, Camu Tao, Jakki da Motamouth & Vakill
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"Forbidden Scriptures"
Produced By Panik
Vakill
Featuring Jakki The Motamouth,
Breeze Evahflowin, Copywrite & Camu Tao
The Darkest Cloud - 2003
Copy: "Grab that bitch! Bend that mothafuckin bitch down."
Hold that bitch down! Can I please fuck somebody today?
Copy: Vakill grab her leg!
Vakill: Yo aight, Yo Jakki grab the other one.
Jakki: Put my motherfuckin dick in this pussy!
Breeze: Yo Yo, Camu Camu, hold that...
Breeze! Breeze!
Yo all's fair in love and war
In this lyrical tug of war, I struggle more than most do
Wrote a verse on the stamp, the man's postal
Mid-coastal vocalist, Vakill the host of this
Gave me a shout, Yo Breeze get-in-they-ass
Like shit when a baby come out
Fuck rock the cradle, I rock the fatal
I rock the cape and cop
the cable with the stronghold fist piece
Packed with mo' liquor than an act rap
Niggas is bitch weak
Supabreeze, black batman, you can't escape me
What's it gonna take me (Huh?)
Wild out and sabotage yo break beats
So when your DJ cuts
He gets his head blown to the fuck back of his buttcrack
(Boom!) I cut DATS with axe chops
The nigga givin' you the
finger, standin in the back of your snapshots
And that's not the worst, add on the Mhz
Throwin' bodies like the high speed crashin in a hearst
Twenty-four twelve gauges, pointin' at twelve faces
To shred the ugly mugs to bits and send 'em to hell places
Gimme six seconds, I'll share a sick fetish
And nail your shoulders to
your walls so you can watch your bitch get it
It's Bruce Banner with the screws loose of a loose cannon
With a hand grenade and a pistol to introduce panic
I wanna fuck your whore in the mouth because I hate her guts
Hangin with me in a battle was unlikely
Like holding anything in your
hand like a thousand fucking paper cuts
I got some sharp shit for your smart ass
Lets start out with the
windshield through your throwed at after the car crash
And I be tugging on you like you making me wanna vomit
Man you're looking messed up
Left your body lookin like ground chuck from the chest up
Sicker than ten lizards, clawin at ten niggas
Hotter than ten comets and colder than ten blizzards
Came out of the c-section blocked a and c
Toss anything at me, you still ain't grazin me
Get so ill it still amazes me
My brains a metal case,
cased in a metal skull and I guarantee
I'll be up to them all, nigga ready to brawl
Yo, you ever hear a nigga scream he wanna battle Jakki?
It's either the whole of god or a man who's out of his mind
I'm bitchin my enemies
soft with traps thats out of this time
I'm inchin delivery, pork a rapper out of his spine
I'll snatch a rapper out his god damn element
Stomp you out with the force of fifty elephants
I'll take you so far it becomes irrelevant
Shrink myself into your
brain and I'll assault your intelligence
I'm hell sent your little angel, I stuck quickly
And the devil just said, "You cannot fuck with me!"
I'm killin songs, I do it without a rap
You can drop a billion
bones but won't do it without a scratch
Battlin me you find the words out the deciding factor
I can reverse your brain and
make every word you say come out backwards
Bring the sickest emcee to me to stare in silence
I'll hop inside his body and start infecting with virus
There ain't nothin that you can do that would excite me
You slow enough to make a
snail look like it's pushing light speed
My words are excrement projectiles
The shit I talk will make your
asshole wanna file divorce and leave your bowels
You ain't shit to mine, I cripple spines and split ya lines
I slow down reality just so you can't rip on time
Like retinas with feet connectin the ass, I kick behind
Go ask your mom to take
your place, I hear that bitch can rhyme
Yo... I walk on stage, dick in hand
Outspit your clan
I know the crowds feelin' me no matter how stiff they stand
Cravin Copywrite to spit on
a strict diet of fiberglass and bricks
So you cats can't bite my shit
Don't stomp on my crews
fame standing on the roof of McDonalds
The only way you've reached the top of the food chain
So what you reachin for the mic for
I hate my own rhymes,
what the fuck makes you think I'mma like yours
It's been killin' me how your clique isn't feelin me yet
Fuck a mic check, give 'em a disability check
X-rated, make songs to stress haters
Fuck a H bomb, I wanna hear some napalm and flex blazin
I battle fifty weak flow donors
And beat the odds like an abusive freak show owner
Past foul lifes now identical to my rap style
Take a shit at your crib and wipe my ass with a bath towel
Still shittin, still hittin twenty models
Seven henny bottles later, still spittin semi auto
My acapella chokes overrated herbs
Rhymes that are sellin
dope, so you know I got a way with words
And fuck edits, engineer, let the swears stay
Like I'm gettin any motherfuckin' airplay
Pure hunger vicious with a track
Use my little underground
fame to lure younger bitches in the sack
Bet you didn't think it get more vicious when attack
With ink and sort form a
syntactical union send tactical units
Practice communion, drinkin' the blood of Christ
So he became anemic, I'm amademically
Spit a chalk outline when I stalk out parents swallowers
Polish my nuts, your refleciton is cash
You still can't afford to talk outshinin
With severed spine drenches on my knife
Masochist mastubatory,
dick riders beat within nine inches of they life
Y'all gay, questioning why I think with my dick so much
Because it's the smartest
thing to come out of your mouth all day
Twenty-four bricks when I pen a gram
I battle on the side of a pentagram I'm
a satanical cult cipher while wearin adult diapers
So it depends how hard I shit on you and not bitch
Cross your t's and your preparation h's
I got an extinction agenda in these desperation ages
Fuck up the game so bad that I have to skip payin dues
And go directly into the payin reparation stages
Scathe the pain when it's pen
pokin and invokin' the crimson cascade and rain
And the beef is never over until a
fat bitch drops a bar like Roseannes maiden name
In my universal killables
Closest you'll come to bein' an assassin
It's bein ash your first two syllables
My genetic makeup is not that abnormal health
Half lead and when I'm buried in the back your head
Its the only way I'll ever be
a shell of my former self, think about it