can-i-bus? if so call me germaine williams
call me batman cuz iv slayed villians
i stay illin in my hood they called us insane children
cuz i used to eat birds no wanted to playe with him
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can-i-bus? if so call me germaine williams
call me batman cuz iv slayed villians
i stay illin in my hood they called us insane children
cuz i used to eat birds no wanted to playe with him
Criminal flow, an original joe,
subliminal flow, digital video
Drinkin Henny slow, digestin it, Y'all know who the best in it
My fans are my testament, my lyrics are infection, sick
Follow Rakim's rhyme scheme, check the melody
When you step, you regret, you can expect a felony
Dont listen to what you tellin me, i been told, inTELLigent
Im a man, not a small creature that scares elephants
this bogus fuck must be smokin stuff
he thinks hes dope n what hes chokin up
when he seems me... ima sick infection infested
im ill and i wreck kids, step up and get bested
he made his named yin cuz his punches are like his other half not connecting
of all the people to talk trash, but when I walk past
I notice this fake nigga wants to walk fast
Walk, dash, walk lines, leave him in chalk lines
that silhouette his body, got me doin hard time
you ill and you wreck kids, more like you killed and wrecked, kid
Not what you expected, like my flow has left you breathless
nah i expected u to come hard... cuz well,
this is ur life dude
me? im not like u, im the type to,
pass out with a blunt n a drink while i write u
dont get spiteful im not even trying now
i just read ur rap..ZZzZz good night dude, im lying down
good night, i know i put you rappers to sleep
Six feet deep, have you count days, not sheep
No spite, just tryna keep a ho right
of course im not like you, nothin like yo type
You expected me to come hard, sound like a faggot
I am so fly, and you is still a maggot
upon the dawns and dusks of the black expanse drifts
a skeletal, twisted, entranced mist
preoccupied with the inner glory of time
silently sobbing, mourning the grime
the creeps up from the cracks on the side of the street
flickering street lamps throwing light on the sleet
the harsh hail, the whirling snow, the weather
skin grows old, sickness glows with pleasure
creaking bones, rain splits joints with a crack
ragged shaking fingers point; splifs relax
one while the noise beats against the walls
you take another toke, your subconscious appalled
memories worn and torn, and drift with the mist
cawing, crowing, crying: "please, please listen to this"
^ and I will... drink the abyss...
reach deep down... see my feet, in the creek now..
where they sleep... my unique prowl... keeps the kid hidden...
my shit's written, within the thought that I lift in it..
a quick gimmick reconstructed in 6 minutes
depending on what you're defining as greatness...
by the time that you trace this... rhyme,
I'll redefine the sign of the basics.... Celph Taut...
lyrical swift' throw.. I sniff blow off the blade of a sword..
The Samurai parades through the boards ..
that's 2 by, Yeah me - it's the new guy.
So please let me do my.... verse, in reverse and assume my,
record of merking 7 consecutive persons in a row is in make shift..
On my break, I procreate what ya faith is..
The 3rd wheel...I spin the 4th in a race with...
The Grim Reaper.. and become the Gate Keeper of virtual combat...my
verses are personal contacts; to the continuum.
Never mind... I'm not really on the space rap.
encase that's, what you're thinking of something... I'm the brink
of a distinctive discussion with the most brilliant...
Most are, just a silicone lyricist... fake as hell.... fuck the K'
they can take the "L"... made a wager with Satan
today an we wait an hell... for the next victim... body encased in shell
with a hard rock... Look in the sky and notice as the bars drop..
sitting 300 feet away from it's target a far shot...
Welcome to Jam Rock... motherfucker do I look like Damien Marley?
I'm alien hardly made it into the stadium with debatable parking
yeah you're... facing a shark an a pool... biting ya limbs
frightening friends, biting in vicodin then fighting with illusion induced Vikings again...
"Hey Celph...did you piss in the pool"
- nah, I poured criss in the pool, isn't it cool?
Listen to you, dissing a Michigan dude for coping his swagger
went to the hospital... he was shot with a dagger.
and hung upside down with the twisted hook like part of the hanger...
damn? and the cops actually disclosed all this info to you..
you know, like... right after you denied taking a piss in the pool?
ok, now this isn't cool if you fucking accuse me of that again..
I'm a, grab this pen ... and stab ya until I blacken the skin...
"well that's not going work...I'm darker than African's in..
the oven, after it spins on conventional heat for 16 hours passing and then
being flame broiled... after Bush & Cheney exchange oils
I wake up in the morning and pray to God that my day foils
But that was a lie... after the rye, I'm dropping the Liquor Down..
Sicker now, sick of how I stick my dick in a chickens mouth.
and then whip it out, like "HAH" ... well, I guess she was confused..
from being abused repeatedly for sleeping with dudes
I love me the promiscuous type.. but this isn't like,
a romance, I was kicking the dike... until the Warden denied me any visiting rights
Listen, it's different alright? You like a chick...you'll probably sweeten the deal.
I'm here wondering what hurts worse: my feet, or her heels?
And don't get me wrong.. I'm all for kissing in bed...
but I'm sick in the head.. so if she doesn't take this DICK THAN SHE'S DEAD!
ha ha.. now back to my life in this board.... all I need is my mic to perform...
and I conjure up thunder and lightning - it's like fighting a storm..
And Y'all remember the goose bump books? well I liked them a lot...
so much, that when each one was released I was right in the shop...
pocket's tight full of gwap, ready to purchase and read it today
think of it as a more convenient way of being a geek in display ...
Fucking typing 6 o clock in the morning TV on in the back..
And I just yawned cuz of that, so goodbye Rapbattles - I'm gone for a nap.
;)
Keep yer copys in the drawer when im unboxing the Pandora
An Exodus of Old Testiments I brought the Laws within the Torah
Yo, I boast and known for dropping it like a God within my Aura
So if the Dose is over bombin it call it Saddom and Gommorah!!
Im every where at once And Im not set on diggin tombs
Cause If I start shooting I Could die of self inflicted wounds
credible being, a sentenal of exceptional and legible frees
If they steppin to me
I'm Puttin up the Dukes and mashing out in the General Lee
I'm Blowin open Windows an I'm Kickin all yer Doors In
while I'm Smokin on the Indo n I'm Blitzin on yer Forces
..this Isnt so Important but jus Listen to me Storming
I'mma Ninja that gets In ya to Diminish all the Corpses
'fore u Writ it an Report It put sum Thinkin In Before It
how u Figure u a Winner when no Bigger than Aborted
..Spittin til I'm Scorchin, my Fingers gittin Morbid
feel the Fissure an the Blisters when Ignition gets Recorded
Break it Down an Take it Now ya Dealin with who Couldnt Wait
Hate me Now I Break u Clowns not Feelin what u Gonna Say
Say it Loud, Make me Proud ya Millions are Put to Shame
so Change Around yer Paper Route an Skill is what u Would a Made
Anyways I'm Dealin Pain Disentegrate when Missiles Reign/rain
ya Pistols Plain my Fist a Rage Oblitherate ya Frickin Face
so Listen Mayne mission In This Strictly in to Spit Insane
Rip da Fake,its Business when its Stinging like a Windy Day
yer Witnessin the Reignin of a Thunderstorms Interior
thats Sizzalin an Flamin into Something More Superior
..Thinkin that I'm Playin'll jus Fit you in the Grave-n
on a Mission in this Slayin to be Crushin Your Inferior
I'll Flow til I'm Deceased n B's I'm Splittin with a Pendulum
i Told u wit the Beats that I be Spittin til the End of um
Blot?, if your a Friend of Um yer Bountiful wit Cess..
..hit-Listin all da Rest of Um the Bounties on ya Head!
..well-Rounded as a Vet got me Soundin off my Pen
I been a Mountain thats been Fountaining Astoundment once Again
..I'm Bound to be the Blend of every Towering Event
so every Hour grow in Power until Doubtin me will End!
Niggas need to duck like duckfeathers, Motherf*ck weather
Man I always make it rain, let it fall and scrape ya panes
Let it turn into dew drops, and a few drops
Will fall upon the leaves and trees, some of em soon drop
And now my rain (reign) of terror, has made it clearer
Like you just put Windex on a mirror
Now I continue to spit, until your sinew has ripped
And your organs are torn, still more of em born
and these other MCs try to step up, and they get let down
let go, everybody knows i got the best flow
this part was fuckin' sick man, nice dropQuote:
Originally Posted by YIN
flickering colors of my membrane drive me insane
spillin drops of blood from the path i came
i shudder and shiver, my skin crawling slightly
inch by inch, consuming me nightly
it's almost too bright b for me to open eyes
squinting hard, feel burnings wisps of sunrise
it's no surprise, it doesn't shake my hands
make me drop my pen or forsake my plans
cause there's a flicker of light peeking through my windows
it glows through the shutters, slowly fading out.. in flows
the wind, the breeze, ferrying particles of ice
that shimmer in the night; reflect the said light
that casts a shadow i try to ignore
i turn my eyes to door and watch the floorboards
creak, moan, and sigh under the auspice
of a visitor, a neighbor, the one who watches
every move, every syllable, every line, every rhyme
raps his knuckles to the beat just out of time
i hear his footsteps slowly fade down the hall
so i close my notebook and stare at the wall
thanks dog
I'm spittin lyrics that make your mind shake, spine break
And twist up like pretzels, you can't make it realign straight
No pen required, to get inspired
My lyrics are so hot, it even puts the lead on fire
Within the pencil, within the instrumental there
Try to bite my lines, You'll leave em needin some dental care
short but idk
Last time I gave a fuck, I fucked up and gave up,
I don't save up or play games or even wake up
I just stay up and hate stuff until the days up
So many ways to make up for life but I don't say much,
I go out and roam the streets at night, smoke weed and fight,
don't believe in wrong or right, if I benefit I just might
go against the light, wander into darkness further,
since I was a child I had no interest inserted
in my brain to do with anything that anyone thinks is normal,
I like murderers and curse words, never acting formal.
Hm.
dope kidQuote:
Originally Posted by Glory And Honor
never acting formal cause frankly, i stay enacting poor form
i'm the type to cum in ears regularly until it's the whores norm
I wasnt raised right, ma watched infomercials and put me to bed at daylight
I'm the same type to promote traditional marriage and jack off to gay dykes
I'm mad hypocritical...
A Slick nemesis, covert, sneaks behind the residence should have enough speed just to flee from the premesis. It's evident that the presence of evidence would destroy a criminal from the begginning like a genesis. Don't get ahead of this and make a bad decision like a marksman who took his last shot when he lacked precision. A mathmetician with fine rhymes composes a book of guidelines that are more structured than a catechism