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02-06-2002

Da Storm

i sever legs by throwing shrap metal grenades upon my prey/
i'll pop "black n white heads" like pimples any race can get slayed/
when i knock 'black-out' lets see if you get ya power back/
who taught u that~ur a fast learner damn near perfected wack/
quotient's raps get "sent back" faster than muggsy comin in mutombo's lane/
im assasin trained i 'marked' this 'man' n i blast shots from long range/
dont wanna lock-up like stallone~crush all competitors wit massive hits/
wanted a battle n got "fucked" up faster than "rednecks" wit "attractive relatives"/
ill smash ya 'ribs' like black people at family reunions~fact u losin/
ya wackness proven~how you gon weather tha storm he equals two men/
i beat a dark knight like pinata's at mexican festivals~he's never lastin/
u'll simply die(dye) when i "cross colours" ya skills are outdated like 90's fashion/
quickly blastin~u will never get "A" win time to move on to plan "B"/
i damage this wack kid when i decide to "pull rank" like marryin into "shabba's family"/
I'll knock you "senseless" to get my "way-in"~ ya talent wont go far/
you bout to "lose control" of this outcome u cant "handle" my "bars"/


Quo

Intro

Sleep on this kid~u might not get a chance to edit your flow black~pull both limbs in opposite paths to see just how this Joe Cracks!!!!

Attack

Strangle this faggot with velvet ropes ~cleave his heart with a golden sword ~ remove his inner organs when flexing flames from my vocal coreds(!)
U facin a lyrical lord~my head shots levitate this kid like West Indian fakirs – Just acknowledge ur master get the mule and the 40 acres (2)
U swingin them liquid swords~I spit serrated spears that cut thru this Storm without any wind shear~stomp my boot so hard in your skull that the tree on my timb smears(3)
tell ur soul that u should have been here~Storms body was never found~I harnessed it to the heavens to squeeze the blood from this baby cloud(4)
weak lyrics are not allowed~they get tossed back like small fish and the hair on some prissy bitches~sow his face with the seeds of war and a million and sixty stitches(5)
Quo filthy like sewar riches~pits on tires aint half as vicious~those aint highlights in ur rhymes those are pops from computer glitches(6)
feed ur body to Hudson fishes~lockjaw laces my flows with tetanus~generate so much heat my text is etched deep into your retinas(7)
now its time to add on some extra~lyrics developed here in the urban...send shots thru u and ur brothers turban~thats the smell of ur body burning in a creamtorium slash suburban(8)
Storm don't u know ur finished~body heat with no spark of life ~I already ate ur rhymes but im feenin for heart tonight

Final Blow

U facin the Darkest Knight ~ feel the ice enter ur veins ~cuz u aint even close to a Storm u more like a Summer Rain..........