THE DEVASTATION BEGINS.....

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ALLEN:

Jerome Lord Swaggstone "Rapture " I wreck this rhyme shit worst than a cyclone, Stole a bunch of lost souls, With a ratchet of chrome, I'm feeling mixed up, So it's time to roam, Eating niggas like a cannibal, Ripped meat off their bones...They Call for emergency, with fear and urgency, My cuts are precise, I operate at my leisure, I'm a surgeon see... Vegetables and fruits, outlined in suits, Hit em mean, with my machines, Laid out with the make up on, from the mortician, Now they're Real cute... Sending out Murder Grams to niggas, like a chain letter, Hit em with the red eye, in the dome tops, Heads get permed and feathered... Bitchmade niggas, a bunch of broads, Get on Facebook and play hard, Fuck you frauds....My crew of killers are the nicest, When they drop them bars, The rest of yall look up to see greatness, cause yall below us, yall are just subpar... I get excited when I'm writin, I'm a lyrical genius, The feeling for killin, is addictive to me and mine, So I guess that's Why we're fiendish.... I watch egos inflate, and rise and bust, My shit is pinpoint sharp, I pop and crush...Make it debatable, Try to reach my level, Give your prayers to God, cause you're facin the Devil...Three pronged pitchfork is stabbin your spine, I put heads to bed with the quickness, Suckers get flatlined... All of the hysterics I put an end to that, I make shit feel impossible, I'm like that last breath inhaled by a deadman, No comebacks.... I offer suckers up in sacrifice, Praise the Dark King, I bust a nut from decapitating motherfuckers, Each time Excalibur swings...I'm a bit conceited, When it comes to writin, I ain't some mere mortal with these words, Nerd, Grim Reaper is a Titan...Devastation Ink is the Real Hall of Justice, Along with all of our other affiliated families in rhyme, Who can touch us? I silenced my critics, I told you haterz to kiss my Ass, I ain't No joke once my Pen smokes, Opposition faces the aftermath... Blood stains and membranes stains the broken glass, From These lyrical shots, Coming from the Team Varsity, to the underclass.... This furious freestyle of fire, Burns like a venereal disease, I kill like syphilis infections, I put your mind at ease... Caught in my tight vise, feel the hardened pressure, Enraged and uncaged, Killing is my selfish pleasure... I share the spotlight with my band of assassins, We dine off of the same plate, We talk shit, When we get to smashin, But our Appetite For Destruction is in full swing, Get your weight up to battle the Heavyweight Team, Kings and Queens, with a penchant for killin, Black blood pumps through these Blackhearts, and we don't give a fuck about feelings... See it's a difference between Outlaws and villains, Outlaws are the grown motherfuckers, and villains are the children... We move with force and decimate everything we touch, Which explains the reason why we're hated So much, This is the Championship round, Only a few seconds left, How the fuck you gonna survive These Faces of Death? (Freestyle)(Devastation Ink )™© 


KING DEV:

Deep in spirit Where da spirit is unchained Da natural attitude Becomes a victim of gungrave Burn sundays wit sunrays Leave torcher on mondays Continue tuesday wit flame spray Dump ashes on wednesday I come wit weapons of angels Da voice of the seven seals Destroy all this hater flesh And serve cats like seven meals Shredded chests Severed heels Shock therapy Electric eels Ridin on spectre wheels Loaded ammo to test ya skills Fake niggaz die Real niggaz survive I bomb wit baghdad supplies Reach into backs n pull out eyes Devastation on da rise I spit n prophesized Cross hairs, red dot eyes Boss here, I'll crop ya size Quit da hate, its homicide Ull lose ya mind Labodomize I'll raise u up n drop da clouded sky Hood nigga wit poets Explosive Django unchained guns roastin Woe unto ya city Spill ya blood in da ocean I'm magic bars, potent wit my potion Liars get fired or fired on Or set on fire from fire bombs I'm King, no right or wrong Michael phelps in ya girl Then light a bong Jus a Japanese anime come alive And quentin tarantino filming it live Blood guts blades brains bodies Harvest Can't stop us We learned da survival in da projects I dominate ya conscience Wit krueger content In jason context Allah discard u wit a bomb threat God crucify u unconscious Buddah sacrifice ya under his armpits We monstrous Declare war on pompous We assaulted Assault this Drop like snow, we'll leave u salted .......
King DevOne Devastation Ink LoD H.O.T 

MELISSA:

She shy pretty in the face quiet misses Deadly venomous chic Coasting off of emotions poetically floating never boasting When I spit never choking I don't have to be the best to keep thirsty niggas fiending Keep bad bitches steaming I can careless bout a battle big babies rattle & tattle tell tale bout bullshit Claiming to be hood rich screaming real niggas do real things Yet them real thing are still waiting to be seen Bitches talking bout how they stay caked up All I see is bad weaves and make-up Widow stay venting in these Poetic Session Playing the back Never seen Creeping out of shadows 4'9 kidnapping your mental holding your poetics for collateral Damaging third eyes leaving my venom dripping off your bottom lip Quick to split buck50 No guns but I stay on some hood shit no one never thought a cutie could carry so much attitude When they see it She a evil bitch straight demon When I'm out I'm alone Cock back one shot to your dome Colon Straight fisting keeping hood niggas bitching


AL:

Inf is buzzn like a chics bullet on seven, from the streets to stages I be that chosen one, Got that urban tongue, crack, dope, thc and murder one, moms birthed me but the streets raised me to be a menace to society to get out of poverty. Gun totn, oowop double barrel godfather smoking, drive by's in my gangster lean, window low hittn everything courtesy of the red beam. I lived the life most just imagine, I don't be braggn, sometimes I can't feel my pen cause my pointer and thumb go numb from all the years of baggn. I left the life to she'd light on sons in the slums where the sun never shunned, Ya know the ones that got pushed aside.. I'm here to align them, treat em like stars from the seven spectrum and rebuild them. I go hard in the paint when I talk about ready rock, I have to if I want to save the hard rocks selling hard rocks on hot blocks, yelln cop and go to the coppers after the copped rock. I'm forty one ain't I good with metaphors and Ebonics? Gotta get through the heads of those hooked on chronic, so my third eye delivers visions like Steve Austin's Bionics. I'm in the hood like a bodega tryn to make life mo better to those that are chasn cheddar, I'm in the hood like e.b.t emergency broadcasting transmissions from my cerebellum, I'm in the hood tryn to save at least one.

Infinite the poet 2013 


BRIAN:

Zod no God though I throw Rods that Zeus himself would yelp and go Dodge...No Ram im more like a T-Rex not incredibly heavy but fans be like damn he favor the Hulk when he flex....I always loved music and would do it with no intentions to receive checks....now im digitally distributed hitting listeners with "bars" that cause brain damage or at least they go stupid...plus im cupid i could either shoot hearts for love or hate either way im not too elusive...No need for strategy my pistols work like heat missiles why run you cant parry me....I just butt stuck Hip Hop aint even ask her to marry me.....instead she got on one knee gave "face" until "he" was runny... and then layed back with a ring in her mouth and said forever and always now put seeds in my tummy.....ummm money im a get a ton G....but not for bragging rights...more like to take care of you all so in our after life....hope u all going after christ....we can rest knowing our kids and their kids wont have financial strife...I wine and dine ladies gotta be a dime lit candles and a fancy dress....I dont like my sweets dry hmmm i love my candy wet...yea her panties set on rinse...as i run her thru the cycle....as i spin her no wash cycle until afterwards ironic i prop bibles...my sex game is bionic not even the thickest broad can lie on it....without paying the "big guy" homage.....lets talk politics I hate the government period suck on hollow tips....They say there is no cure for Herpes and Aids they lying just follow Slick....God created herbs and words that will make anything from the Devil fall and slip....Keep faith depopulation was formalized by cheapskates that wanna spend less money to keep a neatface blueprints of death by poverty in their briefcase.....Fiber glass in cigarettes and yet its illegal to chief on a leaf laced with what is naturally grown from Earth....thats why a strap will always seek waist....I dont even like gats but then again i dont like eternal night naps... because a team of queens pretending to be men want a night cap...of jumping one brother undercover so he cant even fight back......I wish hell upon you scoundrels metamorph into a giant and ground u....light match....oil spilled yea i just did it like that..... 


SENAT:

I lifted up the greasy fucking swiggle cup and took a swig to test my luck, My ribs are sticking too my lungs and time's so loud it fucking hum's. As I puff What agenda rules the day? What pickle head contender seeks to play? Don't send a tender soul to slay, the game will take their soul away, no time to mend their fucking brakes today, if u can't fall and roll this realistic way, then fall the fuck back soldier, fall away! Like Innuendo sparks are tame, as if misuse was not to blame, like fires dont spread by petrol flame, the mortuary oughtn't know your drug abuse's got damn name , debortury, unfortunately tars your flame... As if the lame can run the gauntlet, your in for slaughter if unsure be sure of that, you can not win blind as a bat, dipping into my super natural slap a bitch bag I tilt my fucking hat... No brailing it, No cataracts, sit you fucking ass down before I catch a case you can bet that.... you gotto watch your fucking back and look whats creeping up behind you, may the skin of your arse never cover a banjo, may the pin drop but never the light of your candle. Devastation ink does nothing but this yo ass hand & handle.... So If you think you can still handle this, then enter....come on in, but just remember, Wild animals pant as non members fake grins, The door locks behind you and the handles dismantled by vandals who recommends we smash the rim and provoke the reaper grim, stoke the flames of firey sin and cast ourselves into the wind... Hatred comes in small packages & mailed to full peak insanity ,years later only to be delivered ,devastation lives like a demon ghost in your mind & in its eyes for haters a massacre storm rages,a persona that can't be ignored,they love to love us & hate us at the same got dam time but not enough to stay the fuck off our shit..... Page loungers non fucking commenters bitch I we see you.... Forgiveness for some/no matter ,paying the collection plate isn't gonna save yo mentally deficient ass ,from the dark ,dank,damp blackness that is the after,the fucking ever,the got dam end... If you wit it just let us know we answer all fucking calls ,to your bullshit records played we gets fucking loose,now you have permission to tell me what the fuck you need........

I SEE YOU WILDBREEZY


CHRIS GREEN: 

PG The Monsta Yes I’ll Conquer And if I can’t I’ll just hunt ya Poetry’s a war? Well my metaphors are like Rocket Launchers And your brain will go bonkers...when you see that imagery I may be just a branch on the Poet Tree But you can bet your limbs I got it down in my roots You clowns still can’t get outta the box... Think you can blow my spot up? Then spot up You fuckin’ jack I’ll make you pop up Just to pop you back down Still stuck in your box... wishin’ you backed down Thinkin’ I won’t gonna Spring up!? And challenge your throne? My potent poetry will melt your crown I wear it ‘round... my neck... That means I’ll wear your dome for jewelry If you couldn’t catch it I’m too sick at this shit...you can’t catch it Offense contained And your defense is defenseless Wishing I was relentless Not a chance...I’ll tear down your empires Start fires with my words I’ll just a starving artist ready to eat at your nerves (I’m here) 


WINGMAN:

Rapture capture you in every line fucking I sink~~ Stitch a snitch bitch when I itch from the fink~~ Living a life less strife in DEVASTATION INK~~ Spit shit passing by into your fucking eye before you blink~~ Hurry to bury you in a flurry of bloody scurry thru the disposal of your neighbors sink~~ Licking lyrical leading lines leaving loquaciousness~~ Feeling finding fucking forgetting you in my pursuit of happiness~~ I roll with this Clique the devours motherfuckers with a poetic quickness~~ Skinny ass bitches still can gain the riches of those with the thickness~~ Come fuck with ScarFace if yo ass with the business~~ I love it when I get to ink the page~~ Expend and extend a little of my pen-a-cidal rage~~ What the fuck I care if you can't stand the fucking heat~~ I can't seem to see anything except your total defeat~~ Can you see~~ I enjoy the fuck outta being me~~ Reach into your fuckin life and feel me coming~~ Fucking your wife while your bitch banjo strumming~~ Got your mistress on my nutzz marvin gaye humming~~ And yo bitch ass payin for them makin me kumming~~ Because the fucking mic is my dick~~ Only I know how to truly make it thick~~ Persuasion to the occasion of this situation as you realize you compromise your own existence~~ I can't stop bleeding fucking ink due to my pen's insistence~~ I ink with a crew of deadly annihilators~~ We thrive off of keeping a good supply of pissed off scribe haters~~ Simplicity duplicity multiplicity of inked intricacies when I leave you to my fellow assassins~~ We all enjoy and deploy when the bloodletting begins~~ Gashin thru masses of classes with inked passes slaying asses for their poetic sins~~ YOU MUTHUFUCKAS REALLY BELIEVE IN STUPID SHIT~~ TWO PEN-9'S SAY YOU CAN'T FUCK WITH OUR SPIT~~ TEACHING PREACHING TO THOSE LEACHING FOR EVERY THING WE SPILL~~ SHAKIN THE FAKIN FOR HATIN IN THE LINES WE CHILL~~ YOU SEEM TO BE FUCKIN ILL~~ SWALLOW MY PEN-DICK IT'S A MIRACLE PILL~~ AFTER ALL, I'VE NEVER BEEN SICK, WHAT YOU GOT TO LOSE~~ THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE DOING WHEN SCREWING WITH US IS WHAT YOU CHOOSE~~ ROLLIN ON YOU FROM A DIFFERENT FUCKING PERSPECTIVE~~ DON'T SAY SOMETHING STUPID AND BECOME OUR PRIMARY OBJECTIVE~~ YOUR ACTIONS CAN LEAD YOU TO A FUCKED UP DIRECTIVE~~ THEN INKING YOUR DEATH IS NO LONGER AN ELECTIVE~~ WE HELP TO CREATE FUCKIN SLEEPERS~~ DEATH IS BIRTH TO A FAMILY OF REAPERS~~ FEEL ME AS I MAKE FOOTPRINTS INTO YOUR SOUL~~ FACED BEING ERASED IN THE CHASE FROM YOUR LACK OF CONTROL~~ I LOVE TO DEVOUR THE ROTTING AND STINKING DEAD~~ YOU'RE ALREADY THERE, JUST BREATHING OUT YOUR HEAD~~ BITING OFF YOUR FACE IS WHAT I'M GOING TO DO INSTEAD~~ I HAVEN'T FED~~ THAT'S WHY I BLED~~ 


SHANTELL:

IT ALL STARTED OUT LIKE ANY OTHER DAY ON ANY TYPICAL HALLOWEEN, MIXED WITH A LIL MARTIN LUTHER WHEN YOU GOTTA KNOCK MUTHAFUCKA'S UP OUT THEY DREAMS... I'M BIOLOGICALLY IMPOSSIBLE, VOICE BOXES FREEZE FROM HYPOTHERMIA SETTING IN ON THEY LIVE ASS AUDIO... I RIP OPEN ROARS FROM THESE AFTER BIRTH WHORES, ABORT THE FETUS LIVE AND GIVE THEY NIGGA'S TWIN "CON-TOURS">> FACIAL WITH NON-EXISTENT FEATURES, TOO MUCH BOTOX CAN'T SOFTEN SOME OF THEM HARD AZZ FEATURES... I USE FEATURE AS A SPECIAL IDIOM, CAUSE MY STYLE OF SPEAKING THAT PHRASE ADDRESSES THE ISSUES OF LYRICS THAT I BE GOT DAMN BE GIVIN' N' THEM... "RUFF RIDER" I RIDE EM TO THE STITCH, DROP THESE ACID EMOLLIENTS ON THE PAGES AND TURN LOOSE LEAF PAPER INTO BRICKS... CAUSE ANIT A DAMN THING MOVING ME BUT INSTANT DEATH, AND I FUCKED HIM SO GOOD HE NOW COLLECT SOULS TO HONOR ME WITH HIS DEBT>NON COLLECT>I GO GO INSPECTOR GADGET AND COME UP WITH NEW TECHNOLOGY FOR THESE DUMMIES WITH INTERNET.. IMMA FULL GROWN TICKING BOMB READY TO 
E.X.P.L.O.D.E, EXPOSE ALL THESE INSIDIOUS GHOST STORIES UNTIL THEY BULLSHIT STARTS TO CORRODE>NO MAKE UP NO CLOTHES> WE DEVASTATION INK. WE MURDER LIKE EGYPTIANS WITH THE HOT PRONGS UP YA NOSE... CAPITAL PUNISHMENT I DONE SEEN THE GATES OF HELL, IF THE DEVIL WANT TO RIDE MY SOUL THEY BETTER HAVE SOMETHING IN WRITING THAT SPELLS 
S.H.A.N.T.E.L.L. COASTAL STORMS I'M A EPIDEMIC, WHY ARE BRAINWASHED NIGGA'S AND BITCHES KEEP TRYIN TO MIMIC>MY SWAGG AND MY OH SO SEXY STYLE, GOT NIGGA'S HIDING OUT IN PARKING LOTS TRYING TO CLOCK IN ON MY PUSSY MILES>7 MILE THE PERIMETER RUNS DEEP, ALL THE WAY UP LIVERNOIS' TO THE N.F.L. STREETS... DESPERATELY SEEKIN SAM'S AND SUSANS, THEY THOUGHT THEY HAD THE RACE SEWED UP BUT NOW THEY SEE THAT THEY LOSING.... SPRINT BACK TO LOST LAND OF REALITY, THE SNAP SHOT KODAK PICTURED GOT BROADCASTED WITH SOME NEW TECHNICALITIES... THIS IS INSTANT NO DEVELOPING, I SEEN STRANGERS THINGS WAY LESS IRRELEVANT.... I'M THE RETARDED ONE OF THIS LYRICAL MURDEREOUS GROUP, BUT I'LL SEND IN THE DEATH SQUAD AND HAVE YOU BITCHES SUCKING ON DEVASTATION & MADDE MEN SOUP.... AGAIN NOTHING NO ONE COULD SAY COULD EVER SHUT US DOWN, WE LIVING PROOF DEVASTATION EXIST SO HOW YOU THINK THEM BIATCHES LIKE US NOW? 
((DEVASTATION INK.))


C.E.F: 

Catchin' concussions from tha percussions of my slugz..don't let tha pretty boy face fool ya..my alter ego is a muthafuckn THUG!!!,...fuckz catchin' feelinz like a maxi pad spongin' periods...you can't fuck wit these faces of death!!..that's just point blank period!!!,...fuckaz end up missin' like the period at the end of this sentence-repentance was ya warning, now you fuckaz askin' for forgiveness...kept dippin' in our bizness til' you dug ya own fuckin' ditches..tryna "maze" ya way out like dem "ghosts" on a mission...We "Pac-man" on dem asses..put a "?" mark next to the word competition,..there just isn't any!!!..We tha fuckin' faces of death!!!...cut ya breathin' short like my name's abbreviated...you see now why I go by the name C.E.F.,...to be in affiliation is like witnessing Obama's inauguration...you wanna get familiar with greatness..we leave no room for 2nd places, although we do separate faces..call us Jeepers Creepers...equipped with blood lines with a heart black as coal mines,...I am my Bruthaz keeper!!!..if you wise, you wanna be like Johnny Taylor,..he say.."..it's cheaper to keep her!!.."...fuck round and walk on fire & brimstone now,..it ain't shit for me to summon the Lyrical Grim Reaper,..maybe best for you fuckz to go on & peel out this place, better think 3 times before you fuckz wit us, if you wanna save ya fuckin' face!!! ~C.E.F.-MADDE~