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Emceein' Eye :
Willing to bend,
reluctant to break,
i aint side show bob,
stepping on a rake.
Im crunching these leaves,
underneath my feet,
the rain brought the brown water on down to the creek.
Cutting the vines,
clearing the ivy,
got a cutlass in my hand,
and my dogs right beside me.
Try me.
Gravel chunks stuck to the gaps in my shoes,
going all in and we ain't gonna lose.
Headed to the bush just to grab a lit fuse,
and set it off proper cause we trust no blues.
Twinn Zeus :
I like to clear my mind when I drive, thoughts illuminated at night,
Peep the signs,
Y’all know how I ride, so you know I’ve crossed lines,
Crushed leaves that survive, announce when I arrive
Polished like we were lacquered alive,
We’ll echo forever like Speak n’ Eye,
Word on every one of Burn’ems bangers, solving problems with my anger,
Since Texas Ranger,
Got more lines than an angler, there’s no stun in my fazer,
or strings on the favor,
Been that guy from the minute,
I sensed my disdain, for the limit, and I admit I was tilted when I dipped it in flame,
I’m bringing three things pain, tricks of the trade, and snacks minus the whole grains, no capping unless hot fries are in the bag,
And we go way back, like all that
Trying to pass along knowledge in these raps,
People get paid to watch how you act,
Don't mistake their distance for slack
I see so far forward I can watch my own back,
I can watch my own back,
Don't mistake the distance for slack
Pass along knowledge in these raps
Grant Livesay :
roll up with a grog nozzle
sporting a shako
rare trailblazer trot a pace so slow
you might as well bet on the guy going the wrong direction
hike like a thousand extra miles still besting him
best of three, winner take all
glacial haste when the winter comes calling,
"ayo, wussup, you packin’ a jacket?"
permafrost flow,
hoss wrapped up and rapping
lost track of the map, where we at?
scaling sheer cliffs in sandals sans back straps
boy (girl), that’s a tad bit dangerous
livin’ loud on the edge at least you die famously (geronimo!)
caught the whole fall on camera
commentators pondering, "what’s autumn to inertia?"
heard you the first time: do not take the path most traveled
form a line, thorn in the side of the saddle
P.T. Burnem :
You know i got to get down with these Winston Freaks,
plus crunch leaves from the creek to the beach.
March under the banner of our man Dan Keech,
and that means we're ready with the damn canteens.
Bought to crack a cypher like its world war 3,
Tapping out a message under sycamore trees.
Chalice full of Kush, posted in a lean to.
Waiting on the devil with a mug full of bean juice.