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Date Posted: 8/21/99 8:07:32 PM
From: SWiTCH
Subject: -=Tha Hell Saga feat. The Mic Marvelous Six=-
*~*~C.ROK~*~*
Hello and welcome to C.ROK's new version of hell,
I hope you hate your stay and if you don't-"ohwell....."
I guess that just must be your tough shit,
Around here we only kick the raw-rugged-the real and the rough shit,
Wan bluff kid? That sort of shit ain't gonna happen,
Let me introduce you the discipline master-he hates wack rappin......
"Yes hello-you might know me-my handle is Vanilla
Ice-I went to hell for being a killer of all rhymes nice,
My town may well kick holes in the ground-but
round here you will constantly here my flows in sound surround,
And around-here-there is a strict dress code,
Here comes the fashion director-trust me his styles are bout to explode,"
"Blow up-yes-My name is Puff D,
Here are your shiny pants-my boy Ma$e will now
take inner thigh meausurements for me,"
"Yeah wassup-pass your groin over here,
I'll rap for you while I grab my tape measure
from my Bad Boy peer"
"Here you go Ma$e-now direct your gaze to that corner,
There goes our new fitness co ordinator-don't
wanna get fit?-guess what-you're gonna,"
"Yo wassup my name be Busta,
Woo hah!!-dance like me or take ya last stand like Custer,
But you won't be standing after I have finished my class,
You'll be sitting on your ass-from waving ya arms around too fast"
That concludes the tour of my little place,
Just a taste-wanna see the rest?-just get in my face.......
*~*~ GhOsT MoNk ~*~*
Heavenly immortal beings salvage clean minds from the planet/
Mortal beings recieve revelations from MoNk'z and use tactics/
Keeping other fella's deaf dumb and blind in the galaxy/
We elevate lyrics and create controversy between the palace queens/
Hell is a temple of damnation, doom, and everything evil/
Creating torture chambers for millions of sinners to become feeble/
As the most intelligent beings saw through it and began to practice/
The ways of the monks, will salvate you from your casket/
Hundreds of Thousands raise Poltergeist from his quarters/
And summon upon themselves MoNkS that can flee you to the borders/
*~*~ Eight~Absolute ~*~*
Feel your soul reach a greater depth
The result of no prayer of forgiveness before death
Once six feet deep, your humanly form is reduced to bones
Massive heat floods your mind as your spirit's engulfed in Brimstone
No sooner do you realize that you're surrounded by the planets evilest minds
From Dahmer to Hitler, the most diabolical known to mankind
The Average temperature... About 20 Juvenile CDs, equaling to 8000 degreez
Among these damned souls, are the remnants of many mangled emcees
That faced slaughter as a penalty in attempt to test this Master Criminal
Suffered a painful death, never made it past conditions thats critical
For those who embody a 666 mark, my oratory is not to offend you
Instead, without further ado, let me break this down for you:
If you killed more that 20 people in your life, then you're going to hell
If your way of death was execution, then you're going to hell
If you ate someone, (not meaning oral sex), then you're going to hell
Rest in War, and eternally may your hopeless soul dwell...
*~*~ Masta T.K.O. ~*~*
Yo, Hell has heat that nearly no mortal can stand//
Making temperatures so high, it could skillet the land//
Hotta than a band stand, in the desert with hot sand//
And Hellz dungeon birds get slammed, because in life they were damned//
The worst possible fate for a dead man is to face satan//
He is stationed subterranean because his actions are blatant//
Evilness leads to human feebleness jus because u feel this//
I made a rhyme scheme, and go to hell if you try steal this//
There's starving kids in Africa who don't know what a meal is//
And niggaz in U.S.A. is wonderin' "Yo what the deal is?"//
Hell is the place where sinning soulz meet their doom//
You are tortured and starved, yeah it sux like a vacum//
But anyone who knows their fate like a psycic hot line//
Betta start actin right before I ask u to stop lyin'//
Because peeps know what is evil and unworthy of divinity//
Evil conciousnesses that persuade me and they live-in-me//
Take advantage of life, don't be evil, or you know ya future//
Hell and endless pain, so keep your sins on the computer//
*~*~ SWiTCH ~*~*
Yo, its the Mic Marvels, with flowz so nice(kind), you can't disrespect(be mean to) them
But we will trasform into juvenilles who's freestyle's will rip your heart to ya rectum
And the strongest family in the galaxy reuniting for a cause like a barmitspha
The peeps who contradict us, we lay them Beneath the Surface like GZA
An endless circle of skillz, spitting heart-freezing things like -30 Frozen Yogurts
The majority of spectators love to watch us explode like overheated motors
If you claim to be an MC, then i'm every other letter in the alphabet
And we so sick and contageous, i'll reverse the whole effect of Valtrex
Aiiyo, thug wannabe's murdas flowz with there straight no limit wackness
It's hard to miss hitting his big head when i'm swinging at batting practice
MC's wit fucked up heads needs to be slapped into an octagon
Sucka MC's gets hammered to end this fake makeshift phenomenon
Thousands of wack kids' ass gets beat with 5,000 degree spatula's
And alot of peeps turned out to be more a whore than Cleopatra was
Endless oddesies tell wack 1's to apply modesty because i'm is on a conquest
And the herbs seemed to be the one's we need to bomb best
SWiTCH
From: SWiTCH
Subject: -=Tha Hell Saga feat. The Mic Marvelous Six=-
*~*~C.ROK~*~*
Hello and welcome to C.ROK's new version of hell,
I hope you hate your stay and if you don't-"ohwell....."
I guess that just must be your tough shit,
Around here we only kick the raw-rugged-the real and the rough shit,
Wan bluff kid? That sort of shit ain't gonna happen,
Let me introduce you the discipline master-he hates wack rappin......
"Yes hello-you might know me-my handle is Vanilla
Ice-I went to hell for being a killer of all rhymes nice,
My town may well kick holes in the ground-but
round here you will constantly here my flows in sound surround,
And around-here-there is a strict dress code,
Here comes the fashion director-trust me his styles are bout to explode,"
"Blow up-yes-My name is Puff D,
Here are your shiny pants-my boy Ma$e will now
take inner thigh meausurements for me,"
"Yeah wassup-pass your groin over here,
I'll rap for you while I grab my tape measure
from my Bad Boy peer"
"Here you go Ma$e-now direct your gaze to that corner,
There goes our new fitness co ordinator-don't
wanna get fit?-guess what-you're gonna,"
"Yo wassup my name be Busta,
Woo hah!!-dance like me or take ya last stand like Custer,
But you won't be standing after I have finished my class,
You'll be sitting on your ass-from waving ya arms around too fast"
That concludes the tour of my little place,
Just a taste-wanna see the rest?-just get in my face.......
*~*~ GhOsT MoNk ~*~*
Heavenly immortal beings salvage clean minds from the planet/
Mortal beings recieve revelations from MoNk'z and use tactics/
Keeping other fella's deaf dumb and blind in the galaxy/
We elevate lyrics and create controversy between the palace queens/
Hell is a temple of damnation, doom, and everything evil/
Creating torture chambers for millions of sinners to become feeble/
As the most intelligent beings saw through it and began to practice/
The ways of the monks, will salvate you from your casket/
Hundreds of Thousands raise Poltergeist from his quarters/
And summon upon themselves MoNkS that can flee you to the borders/
*~*~ Eight~Absolute ~*~*
Feel your soul reach a greater depth
The result of no prayer of forgiveness before death
Once six feet deep, your humanly form is reduced to bones
Massive heat floods your mind as your spirit's engulfed in Brimstone
No sooner do you realize that you're surrounded by the planets evilest minds
From Dahmer to Hitler, the most diabolical known to mankind
The Average temperature... About 20 Juvenile CDs, equaling to 8000 degreez
Among these damned souls, are the remnants of many mangled emcees
That faced slaughter as a penalty in attempt to test this Master Criminal
Suffered a painful death, never made it past conditions thats critical
For those who embody a 666 mark, my oratory is not to offend you
Instead, without further ado, let me break this down for you:
If you killed more that 20 people in your life, then you're going to hell
If your way of death was execution, then you're going to hell
If you ate someone, (not meaning oral sex), then you're going to hell
Rest in War, and eternally may your hopeless soul dwell...
*~*~ Masta T.K.O. ~*~*
Yo, Hell has heat that nearly no mortal can stand//
Making temperatures so high, it could skillet the land//
Hotta than a band stand, in the desert with hot sand//
And Hellz dungeon birds get slammed, because in life they were damned//
The worst possible fate for a dead man is to face satan//
He is stationed subterranean because his actions are blatant//
Evilness leads to human feebleness jus because u feel this//
I made a rhyme scheme, and go to hell if you try steal this//
There's starving kids in Africa who don't know what a meal is//
And niggaz in U.S.A. is wonderin' "Yo what the deal is?"//
Hell is the place where sinning soulz meet their doom//
You are tortured and starved, yeah it sux like a vacum//
But anyone who knows their fate like a psycic hot line//
Betta start actin right before I ask u to stop lyin'//
Because peeps know what is evil and unworthy of divinity//
Evil conciousnesses that persuade me and they live-in-me//
Take advantage of life, don't be evil, or you know ya future//
Hell and endless pain, so keep your sins on the computer//
*~*~ SWiTCH ~*~*
Yo, its the Mic Marvels, with flowz so nice(kind), you can't disrespect(be mean to) them
But we will trasform into juvenilles who's freestyle's will rip your heart to ya rectum
And the strongest family in the galaxy reuniting for a cause like a barmitspha
The peeps who contradict us, we lay them Beneath the Surface like GZA
An endless circle of skillz, spitting heart-freezing things like -30 Frozen Yogurts
The majority of spectators love to watch us explode like overheated motors
If you claim to be an MC, then i'm every other letter in the alphabet
And we so sick and contageous, i'll reverse the whole effect of Valtrex
Aiiyo, thug wannabe's murdas flowz with there straight no limit wackness
It's hard to miss hitting his big head when i'm swinging at batting practice
MC's wit fucked up heads needs to be slapped into an octagon
Sucka MC's gets hammered to end this fake makeshift phenomenon
Thousands of wack kids' ass gets beat with 5,000 degree spatula's
And alot of peeps turned out to be more a whore than Cleopatra was
Endless oddesies tell wack 1's to apply modesty because i'm is on a conquest
And the herbs seemed to be the one's we need to bomb best
SWiTCH