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The PB Anthem Part 2
Camrok: (Verse 1)
Pandoras Box, PB, Part Two, can you hear this
Fahreinheit, hot mic, that's right you can hear fizz
This shits, off the top, quick hits, we have wits bliss
Switch-twist this style.. Anthem Two, dope we don' miss this
Our members will beat you, black and blue, leave you low
U wanna no-show, throw the match, cuz u already know
The outcome is basic, but we do what we do, yea complex
We flex the best, pens strength compress, what- who's next
Bitch, you rest, can't go toe-to-toe, can't make extra innings
If the end lines' nine, PB shines best bet wages on winnings
We got poets, heroic in quest, text never miss a syllable
Topical defines optical, perfection in imagery, audio killable
Shit, can you miss? We flow, make sounds whoa in constant
Box blockage, no waterfall sweeps you, yo who wants it...
Se7en: (Verse 2)
Were dope, not a joke, think so we'll remove your spleen.
We spit like our fire's lit, to split across your computer screen.
Pandora's Box was recruited by satan himself, to help.
Create a blazing flame, that was needed to create fire in hell.
Fell off the hook-up forum, only to rise in our crew forum.
Dope is juss good, our worst crew members are the new norm.
New born, but not newb, or new, we juss love our crew.
From old to the new, we throw punches no one's ever threw.
Original, subliminal lines, pack wit our original rhymes.
Make us muder MCs, like we all have a rap criminal minds.
My intro, the message I send though is locked in this verse.
Come on our worst day and you'll still end up nailed in a herse.
Escar: (Verse 3)
We'll gladly merk your crew, then leave ur squad in our cage
Take souls away for no reason, like God fell in a rage
We weren't trained to do it, it's in our blood to clap foes 'n' fight
Look up the "Courage of Legends", it leads to Pandora's Might
You come up with oblivion, and we teach the fundamentals
Bow down, coz God gave all of u lives & sent us to end them
Erase you off the surface, like we got embodied as floods
Merk, 'till all the battle forums are filled with dead bodies & blood
We perplex enemies... And like see-saws, you sink & we rise
Our might's destructive, have ur PC blown in the blink of an eye
You sit & watch as your throne gets thrown... We come to conquer
We drain your blood as you lay helpless, coz we son from hunger
Who can step up and fight us? It's true, we're the best indeed
We've accomplished the impossible, served ur death, now Rest In Peace
Tactixx: (Verse 4)
Intoducing the crew, Lyrically gifted and most often elite
Poetical flows and topicals, plus in text we can't be beat
Brought up on different streets, but on this site we united
Watch our grips tighten on RB, we have our targets sighted
Eat your crew?..We'd be delighted.........
........................Just pick who you wanna fight with..
We got an Ace up our sleeves, In frontlines he's leading the team
Or we can throw Streetz on a beat and let him blow off some steam
Shawty turn poems to dreams while Escar's rhymes leave you amazed
And Were gonna have Daedal's record framed one of these days
beat you in so many ways,ask Aines, Or wait I'll do you one better
Battlin us is bad luck............Like throwin away a chain letter
Sidious: (Verse 5)
Battling us is Asinine, cuz I mastered rhymes in the fastest time-
Im the top of the food chain-high, wont die or let any-otha bastard climb-
Im with pandoras Box, a horror box.. psychotics with a plathora of glocks-
Sid can knock and pop..till ya body drops and your spirits aurua stops-
My flows on top, bet Vets get showed a-lot, on what they should do not-
Fuck who you got cuz im back to kill, back too ill you fakes try to rap n' thrill
I'm aiming for you cats and rats until- you get knocked like jack and jill
You lackin skill think you ill? - you must be on crack and pills-
My soldiers stackin' bills, kickin back relaxed and chilled'-
And1, and Aces team'd with Aines and Tactics
Handgun's, cases beam pain to faggots-
I'm still the same son, Sid the kid $best with digits$-
Test my team ya rest with stitches, you bitches burn like witches-
Sid return ridged with no limits-
And i'm over and out from the U.S.S. NIMITZ!!
nard: (Verse 6)
Kid we’ll snap ye arm off an put ye own fist thru ye chest
You need to think of me at your birthday and wish for the best
Kus we will come through you know this way is proper
How I leave victims in my lines like a fuckin lazy doctor
The kid’ll fright, don’t make me have to get called to fight
Kus you weak ass crews will receive more hits than porno sites
We will rip off ye flesh, an day time T.V will censor ye face
Pandora have you kissin the pavement like the pope enterin states
Get ye defence to embrace, Nard known to sink ye game
I’ll Pop ye brain a footstep behind you and let you think again!!!!!!
Stuff'd Aminol: (Verse 7)
The world around lost hope when pandora's box opened
typing on ivory, sacred keys unlocked omens
pond geckos died instantly in the croc's oceans
speakin' ill in the visual, our descents, glaucomen
in walked parties of trojans, cold hearts and chests raving
punches hit the right angles, positions set scalene
ancient mountains choked magma, with warm breaths flaming
down went chin up gym floors as each bar left you hanging
lead of a pencil staining the scrolls with expert aiming
rhymes devouring mics, the foamy flesh obtaining
demoned swarms knocked on doors but the answer was lost
the brainless never paid fully when thought was the cost
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