Cheap-Seats and Leg-Locks (ft. Boris Funk)

Ledge:

throw down peaker, opposing MCs are blown-out speakers
when he spits the verbal gymnastics that blow down bleachers
claims left to past, still gifted in the present tense
get retarded on the mic like he said it with impediments
most birds just claim he fly like a feathered friend
while cats steady predict the hotness like they weathermen
severin ties - a masked minstrel with a clever disguise
beats? i catch em later but it's never goodbye
said "tis i - the bastard mastermind
that'll bury hatchets in any lumberjack with an axe to grind"
past his prime - he'll take no credit, but cash is fine
those with sour grapes get mashed, so pass the whine
raps'll colapse ya spine - so get back like the beatles said
before me and boris make ya fuckin melon spurt like a needle head


Boris:

Boris is to Soft Drugs what Homer is to Duff inc.
a Rough-link, Mumbling, 'i think hes had enough-Drink'
again, mostly sick in the dome by definition
had sex in every known position, Boris cordless-phone magician
Tryed to run rings round the beat. resisted defeat..
but Retired with a shrug when he fucked up his Feet
lol, sup Led- enough said- im tryna match matches
screaming at the news redundant shit about Taxes
while crack houses feed on the poors need for support
a believer in Jesus is an attack on my thoughts
back to default. need a piece of the pie, a decent reply
or at least some empty karma from a reasonable lie
a pleasable-guy that spent time in Post-war montenegro
cherry coke/heavy dope and russian roulette with my alter-ego


Ledge:

touch the mic cord of a sorta sordid Adonis
who twist grills to death like morbid orthodontics
scorch ebonics half the fat with a fourth the phonics
new idea birthers get force fed abortion tonics
free word midgets i block bust for dreamworks digits
monolithic bomb status makes crew turf earth divits
emphatic houser make rubble of you rabble rousers
gather round yer world wide web rap battle browsers
to salute the founder, brigades stand at parade rest
stop it cock blockers, i'm not making plays at safe sex
place the safe bet on roulette or play the russian
blow it up on bomb drums or grenade percussion
state your function, ensign, i can sense your tension
withhold your bitchin while i mention intervention
put down the mic, man, stay off the rhyme
or often times, say nine out of nine...it's coffin time
this is off the mind like a lobotomy and oughta be
the first marker on the charter ship to true artistry

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ill key here, crazy multies and the flow was dope as well... inners were on point..

"tis i - the bastard mastermind
that'll bury hatchets in any lumberjack with an axe to grind"

though that was bitten/recycled from rm...

thanx for peeping man...its much apperciated

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Originally Posted by Soulstice

ill key here, crazy multies and the flow was dope as well... inners were on point..

"tis i - the bastard mastermind
that'll bury hatchets in any lumberjack with an axe to grind"

though that was bitten/recycled from rm...

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^lol, thats true....and before that it was recycled from expandyourmentals.com and before that you might have seen it on respectmine.com and respectmine2.com....maybe even emceeforums.com...and now...well...its here...for all to view

recycled, eh, yeah...bitten...hmmmm, no

heres the original:
he came in and said "tis i - the bastard mastermind
that'll bury hatchets in any lumberjack with an axe to grind"
past his prime - he'll take no credit, but cash is fine
those with sour grapes get mashed, so pass the whine
raps'll colapse ya spine - so get back like the beatles said
before he make ya fuckin melon spurt like a needle head
suckas seein red and still feel green with envy
specially when the seen his pristine cream bentley -
see that shit whip em to a fiendish frenzy
specially when they realize it simply a g'd up ten speed
ridiculous how he beat up MCs for lunch money
and keep em buggin at the hits like a game of punch buggy
move heat like charcoal rocks under two feet
and it's vice city how he push keys to a moog beat
catch me in newsweek, politicin bi-partisan
heart of an artisan, but stay attached to his hood like a cardigan
bargin in - the styles similar to B & E's
that expose ya dogs as just a bunch of fluff like pekanese
weak with frees - but come of the head with discount quotes
that'll down most as sure as florida miscount votes
fiends relax, just sit back and see which beat he'll catch
when he find beat junkies by following a trail of needle tracks
found him in a haystack - said he been there since way back
putting words together for prizes like pat sajak
or vanna white and i might expose the fakes janet like
at halftime, i'm laps past ya half ass rhyme - so hand the mic
what's up the sleeves? this ace's armed to the teeth
spot you with red dots and bring brahma to beef
the drama that keeps you on the edge of ya seat
pledging allegiance to those that hold you down like lead in the cleats
if you said it to beats, these raps would have sedative traits
to make every kid in the place bob his head to the pace
instead it takes place in type - check the syntax spinnin
from a cat who ain't tapped in it for a least a fat minute
cats grinnin from ear to ear backspinnin when they hear this here
while wack MCs fuq up the trade like RIAA to peer to peer
this trend of wack mcs, they need to spend at least a week or ten
to determine why their speech is weakenin and re-begin
see we can blend the proper elements
to sell a pence or shilling's worth
but still it hurts when heads with baby styles get stilled at birth
ill at first, but sickening at second glance
how the second hands on clocks tock to the records trance
as your body rocks, pop and locks when you step to dance
to it, if you give a bleep like intelligent dance music
then treat the styles like ya pals and wave ya hands to it
a spector with a wall of sound, expect it when you see the kid
speeding on a meteoric rise like leonids
lyrics summon the drums, assume their tunin the kits
the cat is bright enough to moon you in a lunar eclipse
as cool as it gets, still sun the lame and make it burn
most bumbling when they run the game like david stern
though this ain't hoops, it's still a slam dunk over break loops
just rappin to catch you up to speed like state troops
he who live by the sword but die by the hand of god
still he banish rappers who ain't able to the land of nod
and it's odd how he raise more cain than bolivians
and confuse the wack like they got the brain of a simian
any lame set to crash, it was game set and match
but he used to not battle less you came bettin cash
still MCs stoked the fire til the flames left em ash
standing on a hill of skulls with no brains left to bash
claims left to past, still gifted in the present tense
get retarded on the mic like he said it with impediments
most birds just claim he fly like a feathered friend
while cats steady predict the hotness like they weathermen
severin ties - a masked minstrel with a clever disguise
beats? i catch em later but it's never goodbye

this was tight. topic was interesting.
flow was good. nice and smooth.
rhymes were mad tight. dope multies
overall this was a tight peice
good job guys. keep it up
peace~

word good subject
love the flow but didn't understand it all at times

faverot part

beats? i catch em later but it's never goodbye
said "tis i - the bastard mastermind
that'll bury hatchets in any lumberjack with an axe to grind"
past his prime - he'll take no credit, but cash is fine
those with sour grapes get mashed, so pass the whine
raps'll colapse ya spine

thanx for the peeps folk....the favores will be returned

This was a good piece. You kept on topic most of the way through the drop. Although its nice, youcould work on structure a little bit. You had a good flow allthe way through this piece. Creativy was also a key to this drop because it was good. I also liked the topic. Overall this was a nice drop keep it up.

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Originally Posted by ~Yo~

this was tight. topic was interesting.
flow was good. nice and smooth.
rhymes were mad tight. dope multies
overall this was a tight peice
good job guys. keep it up
peace~

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^^^WERD.....for a collab you all did well.....each drop fitted with it's own personality...

thanx

shame this didn't get much feed, was hot mayn!