[trap.]

01-14-2002


massacre spit~reppin Incas

Mass rushes 'Text' pseued...hurling lightnig Rods....if U iLL whats that
mean............NELLY's GOD

what, is that already a fatality//another nameless casualty..left bared and scared//'Text' left
seeing 'stars' after i hurled a line that ricocheted off the ground, hit him, and blew up
Mars//when Mass goes to WAR, you'll see the "Liquid-Swordz" aboard-there-'Key
boardz'...and rip out there own Vocal cords//this must be a blood sport......that u would
send MASS a rookie to 'roast'//I mean, i got more 'victories' than he's got POST//i don't
mean to boast but, i doubt you'll get a vote//with ya Right-click, copy, paste raps//because
u couldn't get someone's FuLL attention if u had them in a trance//Mass couse ya lungs to
collapse and ya back to snap in half//when i attack i leave ya "train of thought" falling Off
track//:twisting metal:.....so when the 'smoke settles' mass will emerge and surg
'electrafied-electricity...to confuse u about ya ethnicity//'TextStar'-"X"-Off* for
being soft...ya entire crew can't Spit//why do u think "X" made u then split//...U
peons spitin 'similes' and callin them 'metaphors' and claiming to be equipped//I can't
believe i'm battling a Kid that can get served by any one of 'Nelly's LuNatics'//I predict
"StArS''character assassination, cremation, and then spirit evaporation//text star' getting
'Murdered' 'Behind-Bars' like if he comited "Child Molestaion"//ya crew just put
u up against me as a 'Sacrifice//u act like u don't realize that u battling the only kid that
could serve the "anti-christ"//...but i'm solely going after U forget ya "X-less"
crew...that bit there name from the "WU"//i'll deal with them later//it's about time that i
sent u back to the creater---so he could send u to the "fire n' brimstone' "crator"//ARE U
BLIND...or don't u see that u can't defeat >ME it was infectted with every living STD//

OFF=weopon x, no longer with them...

TextStar spit~reppin Liquid Swords

Tha Scene:
Guess who's bein followed By tha red and Blue, Destined 2 Level Crews this kid Is
Dressed 2 Puke/
Swervin through traffic after a "Mass" Murder , Soon 2 Breathe his last? I dunno this Boy
got sum testucles/*
Ghetto intellectual Racin like Negro Andretti,the road forks like spagetti, While his party
gun is busy Blowin confetti/
Switchin tha Heading, Guessing on how U end this mission, 2 understand lets go back 2
how he got in this Position/

Tha Incident:
Tha Meeting of team Liquid just Broke, My assignment 2 silently Design tha Demise of
this bloke/1
Options: Slice his throat, Ice his Yoke, Tie him up and Stick him wit needles till he
overdose on coke/2
I've Got his address, Arrive there and shit looks a mess, keeps "Dresses in tha closet" His
"Fem-sides" been "expressed"/3
Catchin my breath from Shock and laugh in excess, contemplating On collapsin his chest
Or Points of pressure 2 test/4
I wait in tha Bathroom within shadows so he won't notice, He arrives lookin as "flowered
up" as "blossoms" of "Lotus"/5
"this is bogus!" Kid is hopless but then starts actin Suspect, "Oh Fuck, I Dropped his sun
dress'" Decide its time for My Hocus Pocus/6
Wit 1 guess and he leaves his room and calls the Authorities, "Sum 1's in My home help
me Please" jus like a Girl He Screams/7
THat Upsetting now i won't be getting A leasurely Exit, I got a job 2 do Failure is not
accepted and excellence My squads come Expect it/8
I rush tha room Ring this Goon by tha Neck My voice booms "I'm tha ghost of X-mas
doom and I've brought U A tomb"/9
Curling up like within tha womb, Hes beggin me, "I'll suck U off if U'll jus Let Me Be"
sayin all kinds of detestful things/10
"If U continue 2 Squeal, U'll be tha sacraficial lamb fed 2 my Desert Eagle" I pull out tha
Chrome thats Helped Me Never Meet an Equal/11
And this bitch is still yappin about how he knows tha police captain and happens 2 know
I'll never make it out of Manhattan/12
THats when choose 2 do this My way, Pistol whip tha Bitch got his eyes rollin sideways,
Hear a Helicopter AirRaid so Fuck goin Up tha staircase/13
Reach bottom floor, Totin tha Transvestite whore, "Mass-a-Bore" I "Pack More Action"
in Schoolastic back-packs When I "Study Snore"/14
Slappin him back 2 consciousness, Bringin more obnoxiousness Screamin and cryin , "Ur
goin out in a sarcophagus Least act like U got-a-Dick/15
Then this Muh fucka tried 2 drop-his-shit, I popped-the-clip saw tha blood and
watched-it-drip Headed 2 my car in a alley across-tha-Strip/16
Thats when Poli-iggity in their simplicity attempt getting me comin at clips I'm steady
emptying, My spirits weak, their car is tempting-Me/17
Hoppin tha Piece (Car) Still trippin like "Whut Was wit that freak" and "shits" a "creek",
finding methough I didn't seek and its been that type of week/18
I Breathe Decay, Bleed anti-freeze and Eat tha seeds of hate, I'm probly gonna Catch 1 so
why not seize tha day/19
Speed away On a Mission 2 tha Shipping docks, I will not stop, Cuz getting caught 4
blowin that bitches top is Simply not what i Want/20
Goin down 4 Removin a Rotten nut drop thats just as easily forgot-ten Not an op-tion I've
got my Birdys eggs steady flockin, Spreadin Hot-Wind/21 *
Arrive at tha water front, and gotta Dump tha Evidence, and make it look like an accident,
Turn wheel, mash tha brakes Calculate 2 an exacted inch/22
Plunge in water and escape tha Sunken death-trap, force breath back and and swim till My
Muscles Wanna collapse.....................

Ending
After A shower, Clean and watched tha News for hours-Team....... arrives Back at base
and we Share tha stories, Vividly Settin our scenes/
"Details, details, All i want is my cream!", We've jus sucessfully taken out a Faggot
Regeme, When asked how tha Day was I Reply "Nuttin Outa Routine"/
Hehee.........

*=(Yeah i know how 2 spellit just Rhymed better that way)
*2=(Hot as in Heat, so I'm shootin )

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