Official Morphineroberts Thread

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Stand clear of the exhaust- I pull torch wetcha!/
I manage to ball through the full court pressure
I could floss through the first four recessions
cuz I'm a god and i spit w/ a verse forged from heaven./
I was hungry before but now the bread got me levened./
Level a nigga over that spread w/ a fed mac eleven./
That'll **** the scene clear soon a i tell em
Go Soulja Boi- that white gucci bandana becomes a red one./
Thinkin betta than yo niggas- I'm ahead one./
Spit that fire thats so vividly higher- I'mma flare gun./
How many niggas tell me crank that *****?-Nare one./
Cuz they know i keep that light and i been waitin to shed one./
I'm nice w/ the aim- generous w/ distance./
From a point blank range and i could spit it where you live it./
Live life like movies yo, Gangsta Gutta Gutta!/
Chastise em w/ the tooli ho, i spank a motha****a!/

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K E P i feel yah- I feel you no homo
Martian to them chics- E T dont even phone ho
I'm gon go as hard as you will let me
Allow me to nut up on this track- no visectomy.
You know i got the recipe- 4 inside them bubbles
I'm the crack- you da soda- we just coincide and double
Veg Squad be some carnivores- eat that for dinna'
Sharoyce ahead of class- whippin ass- I'm the winner./
Bout that cash money - money bring the pussy
Pussy bring the money- the reciprocal is lovely
This shit dont relate to you- unless you feel you kin to
the lyrics that i iterate on every instrumental- Plain and simple
I'm a mothafucka dog- Bark w/ southern drawl in my voice
Some hoes would tend to call that Sharoyce
Them women catch feelins when i cock back and hoist
that pipe- I hit her with that cock magic, boy!
Kep

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My style is gravel shakin- god war masturbatin/
Ejaculatin thunder- 80s baby- cancer patient/
Conceded in June- jettisoned from the womb/
before my time- premature, so i can speak whats on my mind./
He could forge the lines for hollywood cause he was born to shine
from the outside lookin in, now he can peak upon the blinds
into the goodlife- own my own masters,baby- Shug Night!./
Get the white children lil taste of what hood's like./
Take a trip some place good- I wanna do that/
High demanded, heavily sampled, they wanna loop that./
I'm tryna escape impoverished lands, they wanna move back./
I'm tryna acre plot for my fame, they'ont wanna do jack./
Its back to the retro jordan jersey w/ the golden dookie chain and kangol-I'm reinventin what they threw back./
My niggas stay on the block- loiterin with lottery dreams- servin fiends w/ the creamerie and shoot craps./

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I am so mothafuckin
No brother but him
Pussy nigga cant hang
go fuck yah husband!
Swear 4 god I'm that nigga
darkest knight- the bat nigga
This oozie- this finger- on that trigger
Brat! Bitches
I'm talkin cuz i wanna
I wanna like i need to
Bitches break a neck to see me run in my Evisus./
Thats the only thing i wear
shit is like a fetish
that i have for the paper
like a rabbit fucks w/ lettuce
I'm a headless mothafucka w/ excedrin
thats stupid!
Gettin head from a bitch to replace the dead one
my shit is unstoppable
swear that its phenomenal
I remain musically inclined like the Commodores
I say i be so raw
but hardly ever knock em raw
I got no error
got no flaw
Fuck them niggas! I am god
I'm bullshittin
but I'm like mutant
Call em Cable-nice w/ shootin
Wolverine- I smell some pussy!

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(Chorus)
I got a chevy sittin high on them 20 inch Larenzos
See me floatin by as I'm fallin in that indo
5-0 12s, yeah my trunk got that kick doe
******* break they neck to see me er' time my **** bump.
(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse One-Sharoyce Antwan)
I got Larenzos on my chevy, Parelliz on my diva.
Ashantis on that Nelly w/ them country grammer tweeters.
Got a Yoi Ming Lac w/ some Shaqs for the kicksters.
A bad ***** w/ 12s in the back- you can hear it
when I'm beatin down yo block knockin off the mantle
I laced up that Grand Damme, ho, my bass is Grand Piano.
Its drummin like Questlove but the kick is on Van Damme tho
Dont it **** you up to know my U-F-O got Lambos?
I am that nigga- I can go- alotta places you cant go.
Do the **** that you cant do-peal out in that Range Rove
The inside is mango- outside paint is stained orange
Like a batmobile w/ them TVs in it-motha****as wanna hate on em
Its 5 thousand per show homie, thats the reason i stay performin
to trick out my **** w/ the Paul Wall Grill, stunt right quick w/ the Daytons on it
The top fold back w/ them buttons in it, you can hate it or love me in it
2 tears in a bucket, pimpin- just know aint a nigga ****in with it.


(Repeat Chorus X2)

(Verse Two- Sharoyce Antwan)
Hear my **** fore you see it, pimp!
I done made King Kong jealous./
A lotta niggas wanna jack my ****
inside black, but the paint yella!/
I stay mellow w/ the trunk a bangin
**** sound like cavemen in it./
A nigga done put locs on the whip
super cool, with the face tented./
Popo's mad they cant see inside
thats why they wanna pull a nigga over./
I done had an undercover pimp my ride
****zo and he aint sober!/
Hop out that ***** w/ a panther rifle
let rounds go like American Idol./
I pack that young thug holiday ****
Wishin yo ass a merry survival./
I need to slow it down fore i twist my ****in ankle./
So high off the ground that i could pistol whip an angel./
That red chevy w/ the flames on it
**** dont play no games, homie!/
That yellow ***** w/ the fire ass head
we call that chic flame thrower./
I'm travelin world wide in em
Name a place that i aint goin./
Wrist everywhere that it aint snowin
Get like me- you cant nigga!/
Chamillionaire- my money change
convert that ***** to overseas./
In my girlfriend blowin on cocaleave
Dr. Phil w/ that Opra cheese./

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Intro:
[Morphine] I'll never trust a female again
[Dizass] Why is that?
[Morphine]All them hoes is the same
[Dizass]Dont let that shit depreciate you
[Dizass]Get it off yo chest by spitten bout it

[Morphine]
And the beat goes on
Yo and the beat goes on
A hundred strong
Word is bond, Dizass

(Dizass)
No question
I stay laced with mass protection./
My last affection slipped me a urinary tract infection./
No love for succubuses
I just fuck em on public buses./
Cherries busted consecutive
Recieving brief concussion./
Claiborn and Victoria dont even touch em.
90 degree legs never close to find a discent husband./
There's to many rumors bloomin on grapevines
to hush it./
Pucker to kiss after she just sucked a rough dick./
Not lenient to mailmen
Dont even trust shit./
Odds are the carpenter is the next one she fucks with./

(Morphine)
I trust those hoes
In hoes I trust./
Just cant kiss em
Cause they mouth been up on
god knows what?/
Princesses mutate into hog nosed sluts./
When they get greedy and decide to let everyone nut./
Syphalis and gonerhea are both the diagnosis./
Jack dick till they fist ache from osteoporosis./
Riding sticks got her cricked with sculiosis./
Pubic lice is so fur-o-cious from all that hoe shit./
Die and burn in hell you filthy diseased slut./
She's in bed with Psycho Les preparing to "Beatnuts"
Slirp sitch until it plaques and grits you teeth up./
She buff so much bleek that she pratically breathe's nut./

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Devine Judgementality - The Rummage
(from the album Da JudgeMentalzzz)
© copyright 2005, 2005


(Big Will)
Let these syllables flurt w/ the chorus./
As the flame catalyzes on kerosene torches./
Man of Steel, adimantium is what I'm reinforced with./
I'll put my knives in you and you'll levitate like fork lifts./
Black Knight will mount the horses, no remorse shit./
As my batallion intercepts your fortess and eats yo forces./
Verbal Onyx dispersin boulders as massive as golem./
Special forces told them that mere man couldn't hold him./
Snaps kids like twigs w/ backbreakers to ribs./
Until they vomit stomachs in basinetts, carriages, and cribs./

(Chorus: Dizass)
This is the come up
We bang nights until the suns up./
We dont waste time trickin around with all you dumb fucks./
Bust yo lip and swolen up yo chin, now yo gum's shut./
Come get cut up by the Rummage, (Its the come up)./

(Morphine)
I remember my first crush when I was 4./
Tried to impress a girl by catching a knife between my toe./
Dont try this at home
Cant always get what we want./
I crept out that hospital on crutches alone./
I guess that it's the Morphine in my bones./
That made me drink the mercury from the thermometer at home./
That made me suffice, subzero freeze my viens to write./
Do remarkable things like turnin a ho to a housewife./
I'll give it to anybody who claim that they want it./
(From the rummage)
Dumber than a suicidal skyscaper climber blunted./
Present Tense
runnin at yo residence gunnin./
Summin up the presidents before the other bitch spunt em./
Penmenship is mo vivid than photosynthetic pigments./
Absorb the remaining life force on yo fading spirit./
I'm in love w/ lyricism, cusion, I'm made for this shit./
So gifted in metaphysics and metaphor killings./
Recently added sound alchemy to my reportiore./
Now I'm swipin credit cards w/ a static charge./
Now that is hard!

(Big Will)
Left hook to the medulla
then hit em with the chorus./
I kick shit w/ a passion
on the mic I'm Chuck Norris./
I'm the reason why yo crib's delapitated and boarded./
Dream catcher head lockin demons when I grip the cordless./
Ever since I turned fifteen it was MIDI keyboardin./
Make my loops tie together with melody cowboying./
You can get grotesque with this Edgar Allen Poet./
And he'll serve you bitches "right" like a god damned souvinist./
Old school, I betrove hoes and seal the slip w/ a lip kiss./
Hit the bitch and fractured her shoulders w/ slipped discs./
Introducing the next MC to be heard./
Nouns, verbs and other absurd complex words./
I put the foot down as I mush turd under my feet./
Until it fertilizes the roots sprouting under my feats./

Repeat Chorus

(Dizass)
Heal a Smithsonian
Richocheting and homing in./
W/ my barehands, missiles dismantled, tips of chromuim./
C-4, lead, warhead, nukes, and orange agent./
Disturbed agents
Thought you'd never see a norm so flagrent./
Never heard of me or attempt to murder me./
In common with HIV
how I'm Harmin Individuals Verbally./
It adapts into AIDS
Assimilating Individual's Doubts./
Reeve Christopher about paraplege to the mouth./
Dont think I'm a novice just because of the statuses./
Either I'm talented or you the weakest veteran I battled with./
My teflon surface makes me impossible to scratch./
A percentage of yo EP is prominantly wack./
The hardcore of hardcore shit./
No doubt
servin MC's with 8 barred choruses./

Repeat Chorus

(Morphine)
Morphine's ego breeds the MC of evil./
Femcees can go deep throat my verbal torpedoes./
1 individual consisting of 3 people./
Trinity, or one epic with three sequels./
Two companions to trust when others dont believe you./
Marquis thanks god for Morphine and Emile./
I sum up all my fears and click the pen and the heels./ (Emile)
Beats provide pens with a descent needle to bleed through./
Who want to shit with the ritualistic spins of misfits?/
Sick scripts they kicken from the concrete village./
Defined as ill witted from the veteran division./
Solid as he shifts his molecules into fixed position./

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Devine Judgementality - Hell naw
(from the album Da JudgeMentalzzz)
© copyright 2005, 2005

(Big Will)
I'm Diabolical
disarray yo brain wave particles
Conive a Leprachaun into battling for his pot of gold
Your art is old, fictional and holds no morals
Read between the lines and still no hope 4 you./
The swiftest assassin w/ the dillengers blastin
Horse power runnin strong w/ the cilinder magic
Tick for tack w/ methods of lethal ass whip./
Hacking into yo cabinets and rigging them to pour forth acid./
You Assed w/ the last battlist since Cannibus
to handle an MC w/ a lack of compassion./

(Morphine)
You can get the plug pulled on yo spare outlets./
My mixtapes are copped more than busted drug warehouses./
Make you flatline quicker than squished worms./
My lyrics is hotter than Johnny Storm with a bush perm./
In the streets we do the law by hood terms./
Lick the edge of my finger tips to keep the nook firm./
Book worm studies the methods of the art of war./
The skilled connoisseur who tutes the pen for as a mighty sword./
I fucked yo sister, but what the hell is we fighting for?
Now she pregnant with a child that i just filed to abort./
Crash the Special Olympic and pis out the torch./
Hired assassin to kill the Messiah w/ his mother's cord./
I love sophisticated women
but I'd fuck a whore./
Yo phony cousin steadily claimin that she dont suck no more./
So I kicked the door in and lifted up the floor./
And made her slip on vanilla panties w/ a chocolate bra./

Hook:
Hell Naw!

(Dizass)

Its like Bloaw!
lil cusion, blowin out yo brain shit./
Shatter yo picture frame when I grip the stainless
microphone, proceed to dis you and test you./
Assualt you, Beat you, Rape you, Molest you./
Let my Flava Flav clock hang like mature testicles./
This is hip hop and by the mic I address a fool./
Rap specimen genetically altered from a test tube./
Bust the next groove, and make it slicker than sex lube./
Informative rhyme... its like Diz-ass covers it all./
Police Brutality, Apartheid... its bizarre./
You can get shells from the eagle or that fresh baked biscuit./
Devine thought from the mind is what I lace the shit with./
Get lifted and make distance to the sick scripts./
And dont let one Boo Boo spoil yo picnic.

(Repeat Chorus)

(Morphine)
I'm that crab grass blossoming in meadows./
I'm that arora borealis shining vividly atop the ghetto./
Celestial, MC from the sea city, Lets go./
Gotten shattered scraps from the last attack now I'll launch the next probe./
Throw yo rapper from Mount Everest and wait for the next fold./
This mountaineer hikes w/ his barehands and bed clothes./
Tempest among the tongues who forsakes one./
Flows are adjacent to basics that Bad boy gave Ma$e once./
Was born extraordinary baby to be the livest of infants./
Briving the lyrically gifted to give tips on how to spit it./
In this rap game its nothing less than survival of the fittest./
My rival's technique proves vital to what I'm ripping./
Float like the clouded skies and sting like alcohol./
For the people who made it out the struggle:
I'm proud of yall./
Hell to the Naw

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[Morphine Roberts]
Penny bodies w/ extended clips and mini shotties./
I'm a masturbater screamin: Alpha Kenny Body!/
Yes I'll tuck any glock piece under my waistline in silence./
through the projects, pop it and tall niggas play hobbit./
And its not personal, I'm just payin my ballz homage./
And lettin pimps know who really in this ***** raw doggin./
The boss of all Honchos
Black fit, white tee dark poncho./
Sombrero over mi eyes so you cant see what I thought
Yo I be playin in the park w/ those tacos./
talkin scanners that make niggas flatline like barcodes./
Kids be runnin up on the god like they drawers swole./
Still shootin dogwater, plus is Superman on those./
Get yo adam apple married to yo tonsils./
When I choke the pigment out of his skin, he'll turn Albino./
My name echo through streets like the rhino./
And I shine w/ an ultraviolent bling on vynals./

[Trell]
Ayo the taste is real
I cant wait to showcase the skill./
Smack yo gayest grillz
w/ the back lining of my stainless steel./
And I remain this ill until I change my will./
Its me and hip hop to the death and the name is real./
Pain that feels excruciating, mame a navy seal./
Wedge Potatoes in his back until the gravy spills./
Baby chill, I got these motha****as while I pay these bills./
And I'm toxic undercover in the lady's feild./
Maybe trill southern motha****as stay this real
because of that redclay and I'm an 80s baby./

[M]
Yo its the showoff of skill and shit...
[T]
We got lyrics 4 days... minus the choruses
[M]
And he's an 80's baby... pure hiphop soul. Unnestered, in its infancy.
And I am a stray round raised in the chamber of that hardcore era
aimed @ the side of faces of the haters and jettisoned right in their eardrum!
808 Kickback ringin out 4 blocks.

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Takes time freestyle

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Circulating through the airwaves like aviators do it./
Pre-me 80s, we the babies makin baby makin music./
In an era where felatcio and rape is runnin fluent
through the beat
And mysogyny is deep- love is useless./
Loves exclusive to the few that shoot for futures./
longevity
the type of root that sharpshoots a movement./
Compendium
computer love that fosters abusive/
neglect
disrespect
to where a hug or kiss is futile./
But you ****in w/ a rumor
a simple grapevine
love takes time
stay fine or board the train for the dateline./
If its my Destiny to make her say my name
how do i make mine?/
It takes time, baby boy, it takes time!/

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Zsa Zsa Gabor Mysogny Verses (2005)

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[Xplicit]
I already made a vow
girl, we need to consummate./
I take em out w/o a breather 2 bleed or Ovulate./
Beat it down till dawn
she needin coffee breaks./
& deplete it like a bomb
left leakin and out of place./
Dimebreed
with something distinct about her face./
High Beams- never expire them niggas is outta date./
Sure as hell, girl you **** w/ a Duracel./
Pure as hell, Raw Doggin and i do her well./

[Morphine Roberts]
She moans @ the moon like she need 4 sun./
I make her body paradise till her kingdom cums./
Body Language sayin: hurt me, baby, he's the one./
When the nerves in yo clit meet degrees of tongue./
Let the hurricaine hit you till debri is flung./
Her gonna rain
& she drips when secretion's sprung./
Her walls are aftermath of what Katrina brung./
Deep throatin with those semen lungs
cause you the ****, baby./
Maybe in anotha lifetime you'll chew the stick, lady
Invigorate me
Buff my lifeline- I'm shootin **** gravy./
Coochie clipper
every hoe wanna run on my nine./
Come one
serve all
**** one @ a time./
I love the type of ***** that has sex for fun./
So i wave my **** in her direction, son./
One that hover over **** and caress w/ tongue./
Gutter wildin on my **** like her neck is slum./
She bobbin on the kid
& molest my gunz./
The back of it be wetter than a mex-iiii-cunnnn./

[Red Curtainz da Worm]
I got Donald Trump money
you can be thy apprentice./
I'm all in it- makin hoes roll over like minutes./
Fix yo smile in an instant, she mouthin to her friends./
Its just my appetite for pimpin- take a bite 4 instance./
Got the sickest lil spittin- these ******* catchin symptoms./
Have these chickens catchin feelings but ur time she slide up
she givin me that fire ass head like ghostrider./
Got hoes tied up
movin knots like Titanic./
Pop cherries
twot bandit
w/ my hardcore blandishment./
Vietnablack
make the *****es swallow
semen in Lacs./
Beatin the back from china dolls
sick the beast on them catz./
That ***** tight up in them jeans
wanna ease into that...
Its a wrap lil mama...
its a wrap
Red Curtainz

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(Taste of Apocalypse)
Its war b*tch, Black menage crime, sickest gore sh*t./
For sure click when I handle nines,
HIT THE FLOOR b*tch!/
Candle spines rib cages flat line- we lost em./
Took this fruit salad for his thousand island then tossed em./
I pop ni**as vest and they lean, them ni**as sausage./
I vibe ni**as chest from they spleen,
SWIM IN COFFINS!/
Guerilla watchin ni**as chimpin in the street,
a ni**a Tarzan./
My Killers loftin while watchin the art that we flailin off em./
Its tool time till the hammerin stop, pick the lock man!/
Matterfact blast that mothafucka off- get the goup fam!/
Get the loot, stash the bricks, flush the raw, get the rocks and./
Lace bosilium toxins through the strip and clip the watchmen./


I am so bored that I do alot of spur of the moment sh*t. I've written sh*t to fill 9 shoe boxes.

shoe boxes, tool cockin obstruse huge objects./
Obtuse coffins, Dual shots extended, chubaca
sh*t that soundoff with wookie farcries in Federations./
My meditations perservation of chi, I'm levitatin
Featherweightin from a veteran's basement, tools'll speak./
The bullet from my ruger be executed beautifully./
We can G unit in 3 munichs uprootin mutinies./
Scrutiny, its brutal how i shoot MCs./
Like a poodle down a new chimny, a perfect fit./
Pervertic spit, to surface swiftly, surgeant murder sh*t./
Malpractice w/ foul gadgets from mecidine cabinets extract a hatchet and talon yo battlers into sandwiches./
i handle it, good damn it a maverich verbal gatlin spit./
Spur of the moment non premeditated (**** the adlibs.)/