AcidicalKaos
Unchaind, pain hittin harder...explodin' bigger than a
fucking 12 gage//Bringing back styles outdated than the
be-lated high top fade// Smooth and clean cut more than
cascade, start attending church...you'll never be
saved...From when I rip you, wolverine adimantium style
splits through, vocal crews leavin ya silent like a
pant-tim-mine bitched you. Hotter than hell cuz i lit you,
they bring up hype about these emcees skills i'm like Bitch,
Who?//
Unchaindkaos makin a transition...keepin tha party
goin'...gotcha breakin down like transmition// Who's wishin?
they had half the lyrical Hate, rhymes movin' in a circle,
flow in a spherical rate, location to location mo fake than
realestate, hook line and sinker ring the bell tinker...you
took the bait, Yo bein' great? Thats me feastin' on yo
idiocy...when you're worse than siegal and ur ego i ate//
My anger exxagerated, my styles been elaborated...I am of
my own twisted unity king of darkness rule wit-me...my
heart and soul collaborated// You're comin up tiny like a
man castrated, but ya hittin a mood swing like a bitch
men-is-stratin'// More outta ya mind than Reagan..do you
really know who I am..or do you see the potential through
the blackness of a bitter man?// Rampaged emotions tied in
a knot more than dna strands// i m the st peter of
heavan...when you reach up for help see if i extend tha
hand.//
_____________________________________________________________________________________________ con-cep-tual, mind-flows, rippin spinal-cords, givin' athletes, athlete's
foot, and astro's mistle-toe, one blink blows-an extra ditch for ya
ass-hole, cuz you didnt believe my style until the second notice was
printed off at kink-os// Check out tha wrink-les, your time is over
now, Adam and Eve witnessed ya first free-style// Can you just leave,
now...cuz ya boring me, fans amused eas-ily, then they come-to -me,
will-ing-ly, to hear, unchaind liquid, at its sick-est, cuz i see the path
to text flex destiny, leave no bread crumbs n rip it//so ex-quis-it, you
rhyme about hard life, i live-shit.//
I'm coming for the sheer purpose, of letting bitches know, my star still
glows, i never let go, and i will reach the top, sending judges ta
shock, no one knows when, the light will be on my block//its so hot,
sit back and look at ya digest reader,some yall dick riders suck, more
on knob than varsity chearleaders// pricks are easy-bleeders, my
night creatures, are last minute features, but not a necessity-, i'm
blessed-wit-ease, to text flex- decrees, n beat ya...
(drip drop drip drop)Opening the flood gates, unchaind brings liquid
harder than rain, drip drop, fuck hip hop, this aint the same/ This is
the place where a new crew was born...started off quiet, eaten like
fressh off a jenny craig diet, try it, torn...between hatin us and lovin,
but be warned either way there's no dir-rec-tion, to where our
chamber's gunning// plummit, to the depths of the earth n witness
that birth..of liquid intent on website S-Bee, and ya sole is hurt//
dispersed hatred, cuz you are not one of the elite or the lliquid's
sacred, waited, for a turn to witness a new era// adult swim, do the
back stroke in this liquid, we dare-ya//
Some people spit, but its like a tropical storm, we come through and
hitcha like a natrual disaster when we're on//thorn, in ya side, just
aching to dive...into the flow of lyr-ic-al,rhymes,drowning,
groundlings, everytime, they want to jump-in// somethin', for people
to think about, this thread...is needled ,wit a thin line to cross.. if ya
want to call us out//no doubt..we wont hesistate to respond,
Likewise, SP, Scary,n Unchaind flow as one...//
ay yall no horseplay round here n shit...yall muthafuckers go into the
adult pool...go off the deep end or sumthin'
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I'm coming my friend, i see you with a throne..made tha trip alone, to but Acid reign to an end.// This is not hate rhymes just away
to lend a warning, that you're king by night but i'll be wearin' the crown... in tha morning.// All the preparation n massive
con-cen-trat-ion were to take it to the next step// all the blood, sweat n jeers...my rhyme style e-man-cip-pation...got people left in
fear...and 2nd place left in tears.// Its here...that the conept of dar-win-ism..was brought back to put scarrs-in-em//
I'm not sayin' I'll win the con-test, lose i might...i hafta fight...must finish the con-quest// Been in on this web-site...for quite some
time...improvin' from my losin...rhyme to rhyme// The day will come where.... we face off, i might get bitched or it my get
switched leavin ya wit dis-grace dawg//It's all apart of the stars and the des-tin-y...you might beat my text flex but you'll never get
tha best-a-me// ya might just rest-in-peace, or be less-seen, who knows... what truth un-folds, I might be tha next spit boxer star to
gleam// In the spot-light is the way-of-life...to set your goals let them control, all that brightens your nights//
A friendly challange is coming...i picked the right opponent...you'll face any component...no fear of ya runniing// the outcome
stunning...early on there was no chance, but at a second glance, leftcha en-tranced, at how much higher with out bein' a biter on
the pedestal i stand// when i land...it might be by yo hand...or a dick rider or new fighter...come to unload on the spitboxer land..//
_____________________________________________________________________________________________ So they say, Kaos you fell off, Kaos you startin to slum. Back the fuck
off bitch I wipe you off the face of dis planet like motherfucking soap
scum// Dont... my Chum, Think that I missed my target or that I'm
bitchin' tryin' to complain.//
My aol rifle shoots a bullseye no matter which angle I AIM// You can
be erased, putcha head in the pincycle and getcha brainwashed. Your
rhymes are a simple appetizer, tryin' to be a main course. But noone
wants dressing your salad worst than romane tossed.// Supressing all
bad memories, like when I bitched you, what yo memory lost. Or was
it when you got laughed off the stage for talkin bout how much yo
melted ice flossed// Who's the boss? At any cost. gettin' to cold
shoulder gotcha hand frost//your skills aging and moldin up worst than
old ass moss//
Where yo shit at, give dem gifts back, hands in yo pockets like you
playin' wit ya rocket, where yo wrist at, gettin hungry dont bug me
just break me off that kit kat bar by bar line by line...takin it to yo
ass, get yours dont worry bout mine//After you release yo text flex,
with overrate line sweat//rip the heart outta your rhymes but theres a
hole in your ass and not yo chest// with one good bar at best, The
skill reaper put you out of yo misery and yo rhymes to rest.//
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Quote the unchaind one.....
Fuck you and every thing ya stand for, you're the fans whore, they quote ya like repeatin records...neva more//
I open the door, and gate way, to pure hate, and enchanted days, of bloody visions, cut tha crap, pure ensisions//
Endure preminitions, of darkened descriptions, cuz i see the unholy commissions//
Payin fer everything i say, Even when i'm right, armmagedeon in what i'm sayin//
Blazin, to get my mind off, of who's paths are crossed, or who's feelings..i taunt, or who's hatred i bought//
One of america's most hated, its about time, reactions belated, but when i spits, acid brings burning sensations//
I'm dilated, my pupils...blinded by the narrow minded, escape...my heart creates//
and when I lay, down to rest, there will be no scars, no wounds, not even a hole in my chest, where they ripped out my
heart...and sense of decency//
I leave the problems alone, but no matter how much i run, no matter the regency, my problems find me frequently, no matter the
frequency, I stole my own tendency//
My mind is a sequence, of blended-thieves, lost my essence, a soul i retrieve. And come back, attack, with a heart and the
fact..that i began stacked, and patience held me back//
I loosen the slack, to retracked(re-tract) all statments left whack, and all the losses, dripping liquid, more than leaky faucets, no
need for rehearsal, i left back the commercial, become flawless wit raw shit//
Lost- bliss, but my mind is a 180...a complete reversal, last time ya left me, i was hearse-bound//
I looked in my blackness, found access, open 24/7 like 7-11, a purity, fury, unleashed, on those believed...to cloud my clarity//
My ass kicking is charity, so spare me, you're not tryin ta help me, but its been sold, the untold, diaries of, Charles, a man
invincibly, convincingly covered with scars//
The stars, warn the element, of arrival, but its jut a remix, a so ta speak..revival, a story of survival, i am alive-for, the second
round//
like a pilgrim...covering taken ground, and sayin that i found...a new place, safe from all the hauntings..those with personal
demons faced//
Neva- more
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Call me blades, cuz life is a series of sharp edges, endless pledges, huge world, but i'm trapped in a cage//
Call me chicken george, cuz i am a slave, loyal and humble,a royal struggle, crowned king of the grave//
i dont play, games, I just play names, in a essence of destiny, unchaind...but arrested-me//
Second-guessing-me, before you understand, I am at the gates of hell, call me the ticket man//
Cow tippin, steak winner, I brand, a new style...with new trials, judged by gods hands//
I am unde-feet-ed, so I dont stand, for all the tangible, rand-of-bull, eaten alive...I stays hannible, and when i clench my claws
in ya throat....fear tha mandible//
I am no longer D-N-A, my strands-are-full,of pure darkness and heartless, crews, caught in cross-hits, with flaw-less,
thought-hits, and rhymes-spit, harder than guns, wit nine clips//
Is that it? or will I return, well...if Darkness is my heaven, and I'm not in, than i guess ...the dark region...is where i Dwell n
Burn//
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