Rule of the Eagle

[serloco]

We'll be waiting.....

[serloco]

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[Hook]
Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on!
Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on!
Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on!
Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on!

[Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch]
I even be gettin more graphic than a Neo-Geo, thirty-two bit computer chip
Be slipped between my lips and then I'll spit!
Spit it out, spit it out, go ahead spit out, that itty bitty style you upchuck
Betta believe I buttfuck MC's from the rear it appears ya stuck up!
It's my termi-nology that strikes the MIND and rips this BEAT apart
You know the many styles I choose will bruise crews from the start
I flow awk-wardly that's awk-wardly I flow that's to the rhythm
Incisions are made into the brain and then I begin to give em
A lobotomy, follow me!
I'm shapin your br-ayi-yi-ya-in... li-li-li-li-like... pot-der-der-der-ery
(ALL OVER THE TRACK!)
Gimme the P-H, gimme the A-R
Gimme the O-A gimme the H-E, Pharoahe
Crazy poison tip arrows are hittin you from all directions
You cannot dodge or manage to dislodge them from the point at which they are connecting
I am se-se-selecting a ne-ne-ne-new style-style
For the p-pile-piles of MC's who try to get buck-buckwild
F-F-F-*** DAT!!! when I'm in a ren-ova-tive state of mind
I'm innovative, never been afraid of rockin the microphone
I'm prone to be eliminating
Cling when I sing a song of sixpence, if it makes sense/cents then sing along
Cling along to my nuts if you got guts then bring it on

[Hook 2X]

[Verse 2: Prince Poetry]
There is no equivalent one consider me the epitome of rhymes
Rhythm to techs execution is parallel to them with an exception of the organisms
My telepathy cannot be dismantled so stop sweatin me
Gettin me vexed, while outdated raps get trampled
FE-FI-FOE steps up elevations show
That I'm ahead of your time, specifically right behind a dope rhyme
Rippin **** up at prime time I'm, Optimus Prime/time material
Imperial wizard of vocabularic havoc I eat MC's like cereal!
That's soggy, milky skills like Mister Miyagi
When it's foggy I release globby spits of remains of rappers in the lobby as a hobby
I'LL, rip your nit-**** GET STICK QUICK, GET YOUR CREW - before I do
Something gory to your quite futile STYLES
Miniature raps get waxed, simonized
Into the fifth dimension of your centrifugal never typical stand attention
I'm, mystical rip **** til the power blows (BLOWS!)
Those chose to compete we delete em, observe defeat!
That's sendin down from above to GET CHA, HIT CHA, split cha ditch cha
Picture you, victorious
I'm gory plus your ****'s mad boring
Bring it on

[Hook 2X]

[scout1]

coco jambo

[Finwe]

All paths lead nowhere, to seek death is to seek nothing.

[Senear]

Edited this thread some as per site guidelines. http://sorcery.yuku.com/sreply/85148/NA ... Guidelines The original thread, without changes, can be found in the oblivion sub-section. http://sorcery.yuku.com/topic/5970/Rule ... MvoYGjF98F


Combined posts, made most likely due to the fact one can't edit in this section. Removed a post due to tone and swearing. Removed threats to eat/fight/Freddy krueger each other in dreams over internet nagual drama.
In the future, posts like this one are better served being placed in the new seers section. This space has no editing rights, and limited mod accessibility, as per the site owners wishes.

(Edit: moved thread from Mastering Awareness to New Seers.)

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