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Mike Tyson - Sample
(Noxx De Ville)
Yah, I'll destroy everything in Babylon
Cause I wished for all this
Its shit you can't act upon
A fucking Amazon
And I'm like five vipers
I'll force anyone to die
Who would try and fight us
I am the dark that creeps over your Iris
Yeah, I am the mindless engineering a virus
I am papyrus, The first text written
Ill finnish half, leave the rest for the next sitting
My neck's bitten
I grew claws and long teeth
The right book
But read of the wrong sheet
The calm meet
With a taste of the war coming
And I'm ready to smash your face
In the floor cousin, what?
(Noxx De Ville)
The plot thickens
With psychological crucifixion
The story of the lost hands of man
Has been written
Verbal conviction
As man scrambles to breath
Left him in a grapple
With severe battle fatigue
You fragil and weak
Im the force of all black
Anybody up to my level
Is all fact
Better fall back
This ain't up to your stature
I leave flesh torn
Bones suffering fractures
I studied dreams with the Eloheem
I was standing next to Joseph
When he spoketh of the Guillotine
Im a machine
A computerized giant
Standing tall with the force of five lions
(The Pill/KrystalClear)
I go hard motherfucker
Look above I'm a star motherfucker
Fear one, thats God motherfucker
Yea I'm God's son like Nas motherfucker
Don't give a shit bitch ass
Take a smell, Im the shit bitch ass
Heres my nuts, take a lick bitch ass
Fucking pussy, get off my dick bitch ass
Dont want no problems boy
Cause you don't know how to solve them boy
I pull the strings call me guitar young boy
This my jungle, yea, im Tarzan boy
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Static
03:13
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See I dont need you tell
What I can or can't be
Crash like a kamikaze
Straight in the party
Im Johnny "not such a pleasure to meet"
The dodgy Noxx you could never
Try to measure in feet
See the better of me
Is worse than a fucked up nurse
Who carries around
Lethal injections down in her purse
Is it a curse?
Or is it just me
That every time I put you down
It's appealing to see
See I'm feeling the free world
Take it's toll on me
I can't handle myself
Im saying so long, B
Who would who would be so impacting
Come to your shores with that lumberjack axe swing
*Im so real to them it's scary*
*Boy you'll never make it*
*come with the weak shit*
*I break kids*
*Push back when im kicking real facts*
*For this black cloud to follow*
*Cause while its over me its too dark to see tomorrow*
*Im so real to them it's scary*
*Boy you'll never make it*
*come with the weak shit*
*I break kids*
*Y'all ever smelt the stench of dead bodies*
*Animal thugs who bust slugs in the lobby*
Yea, feel the cold of my breath
Sun down, feel the sound take a hold of your neck
Ya, lifestyle from the holes of the depths
You fuck around and with a slug
I'll wanna open your chest
You remember me, I put the nail into Jesus
And I'm the one who brought the world about
An alien thesis
Unleash pieces of cheapened speeches
To find your weakness, so to speak
Without the sweetness
Like a priest you'll lie until they hate you
I hope you get raped while gays video tape you
Oops, My mistake I meant lyrically play you
See I ain't as crazy as some people may say dude.
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173
03:02
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*Spit the phlegm on the street*
*Patience is a virtue and knowledge is a commercial*
*Sip the Don P, watching Ghandi till I'm charged*
*Knowledge is a commercial*
Viciously maul ya'll in combat
It's why you can't see beyond that
It's why you can't see the lies under my top hat
Upon that, cyanide gasses
Malicious inflictions upon your click with nine axes
As time lapses, I grow strong still
Born and raised with the kids in Smallville
And this raw skill
At the level of true gods
Is from banging out instrumentals by Yuta
Yea with two thoughts
Turn Ya'll to dead bodies
Left in the path of a verbal Khadafi
Ya'll mad sloppy
My click is too ill
De Ville in red combined with the true skill
As the room fills
With the stench frail corpses
Ride through the heavenly gates
On pale horses
Remain thoughtless
Remain innocent still
Noxx has read with divine militant skill, like this
Yo I'm Jehovah's birth
I'm the holy verse as old as earth
The lonely words left a whisper
That of Odin's curse
Whats told in church is a lie
You can say you saw
Live in awe
I'm the human form or Rohypnol
I'm the avenger, the descendant of war
Imbedded in the truth
Never repented before
So let's settle the score
Why you trying to build?
Why you trying to get your whole entire
Family killed
God defined time
And I was there when he designed rhyme
I was there with the knowledge to fill the blind mind
Find mine, for I have become one
With science and mathematics
As planets align the sun
It has begun
Our true nature is revealed
As I arise from my tomb, for years it's been sealed
With my last words
Protected by encrypted passwords
Subliminal messages on a tape played backwards
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(The Pill/KrystalClear)
Bring me a pen
And I'll bring you disaster
Fast to blast when rats
Attacking my ass
I lash out, they pass out
Like hash, the lack of cash, drugs and rap
Made me say this crap
And act like a maniac
Like a mad cow
I black out
And knock your ass out
In my city I'm the best hands down
And I'll see the whole country as my city, thats how
Im feeling so appealing
High above the ceiling
Reaching to my fans
I'm hot, get a tan
Forever young Peter Pan
In Neverland
Im fly I will never land
Pill, Noxx De Ville, like Red and Methodman
(Noxx De Ville)
Ayo, Ill play the first scene
Like a circuit of lies
And I'm flirting my knife
Converting every verse that I write
Until I found the first person that I perfectly like
The your words will determine if your searching is blind
Ill murder my mind
Resurrect whats lurking inside
What's yearning to say hi
Best be learning the kind
But first I'll stay true put the cursing aside
I'll follow every step so I can work in the light
Feels like a thousand bullets penetrating
Nah FUCK IT
I can't explain the feeling when your blood starts rushing
Your heart pumping
And your work of art starts numbing
All the pain from the same bars that your humming
Its half nothing , half something
Im hard publishing
And if someone asks then I'm past bluffing
It's hard enough when everything starts shaking
Your minds wasted from keeping them lot from hating
*The Addiction* sample
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Machine
03:10
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Yea
El's Disciples
Noxx and Yuta
He set his trail like a wishful tale, right
Raised the master sails
And disappeared like ships in blissful vales
The twisted tale
Of the sick-enlisted Mr. Frail
Live to scale
Gifted but is hindered by the risk to fail
A wishful wail comes out of this kid's throat
While everyone else's living in bitterful thick smock
A riddle to invoke
But never he mis-spoke
Forever the beggar who censored
Letters that he wrote
A clean coat
Made for every line made
Because it's quite strange who rappers
Can't rhyme in a time frame
But I ain't surprised man
To rhyme is a mind game
Alive in the mind
Means that your life is a crying shame
Means that your life is a crying shame
Y0, hes got his packed mentality
Packed with agony
And everything around him
Laughs so fashionably
Hes got his vast venality
Raps of casualty
To keep himself safe
From acts of blasphemy
He said "these cats won't stand for me man
I need something else to ba able to handle me man"
To scandal the scam
Like kilos of free coke
A weak choke won't make him
Into a free bloke
A clean coat
Made for every line made
Because it's quite strange who rappers
Can't rhyme in a time frame
But I ain't surprised man
To rhyme is a mind game
Alive in the mind
Means that your life is a crying shame
Means that your life is a crying shame
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*Let me tell you something pandejo*
*If you pull any of your crasy shit with us*
*You flash your piece out on the lanes*
*Ill take it away from you*
*And stick up your ass and pull the fucking trigger*
*Till it goes click*
*Once your color is set*
*You gotta be stern*
*Once your color is set*
*You gotta be stern*
*Once your color is set*
*You gotta be stern*
*A bad influence for the young*
*That are eager to learn*
Hit you where it hits best
Stand impressed
Stand with your head high
And an expanded chest
Branded the best man
To ever stand the test
I'll make you fags 'fess something
Like their manic depressed
Yea just hand me your best fans
With their hands on me
Don;t know what their plans are
But I'm glad their on me
And not on the next man
Who claims he my fan
But sits stoked when he
Hears that I'm really a white man
Ideally my lifespan
Can be labeled as being able
To gracefully lay a tasteful
Arrangement for all phases
In all places they call me Milan's wasted
But I don't give a fuck man
I'll slice you with small razors
I ain't phasing, I gotta be real
Ain't nobody gonna be giving about a shit
How I feel
And that's just as far as my Kung Fu goes
I'm just waiting for some lady to say I love you so
Everyday I feel it's time to say
But my minds taken a shine
To how the rhymes are laid
So now I'm on stage looking like I'm miles away
Until my beats starts, boom, and I got rhymes for days
See I'm living unforgiven
Till all the liquor is gone
And then in this song
Ill put it all till where it went wrong
I hate life
You can it from what I make, right
I mean, shit, a repeat of all his fake fights
Im ready for anybody who want war
And y'all pretty nice with the hands that cant brawl
Yea but thats all
Its everything that you can do
Live a life of strife and light candles
You can't handle
And you fear what your mental does
Maybe that's the appeal of irregulars
Maybe that's why you stay low key
Maybe thats the dismay only they don't see
Were just a couple of nuts
Sitting puffing a blunt
Cuddling sluts
While you're standing there clutching your cup
Yea, running a muck
What the fuck, are you stuck or what?
Come here bitch I'll give you something to suck
You ain't never seen the heart of me cousin
And rapping's just an itty bitty part of me cousin
And i ain't trying to hear the start of it cousin
It's like fifty first dates, you retarded or something
I like things that give you reason to fear
That's the reason I'm hear
Leaving you all weakened in tears
I am the textbook definition of insanity
My minds gone, its all agony
Am I wrong to salivate pure savagery
Of how I'll happily murder your whole family
Its all good, Its all nice
Its all jamming, Im laughing the whole night
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El's Disciples Antwerpen, Belgium
El's Disciples consists of Yuta (Beatsmith) and Noxx (Rhymesmith) .... and yea, we do our thing.
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