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i fight-n-kill, blaze you worst than a lighter-will
suffering from 1st degree burns as you write-a-will
i'm a rap superstar,call me cypress-hill
puttin my pause on you until your mind-is-still...
i'm the kind-to-thrill,you the kind-to-freeze
i'll destroy your brain just to put my mind-at-ease....
I dismiss misters with a sweep that'll cause blisters
I let the liquid seep, heat that'll dissolve b. listers
I'll even be discrete, peep tha silence, subtle violence
Yo I'm liein! fill em with dread, turn streets red like twizzlers
Your girl I'll karate fist her, you assume I'd probably miss her
face like a shotty ripped her, hands twisted like the Riddler
inside her, I find her to be like a binder but quite moist
nine months later, I'll be Vader, fuckn Padme's not Pro Choice
Spectacular with a vernacular,
Once had a vision with this diction...
Spittin' 'Baby Mama' flows,
... Yeah, my shit was always bitchin'...
Super crazy with the rhymes, got you super ripped by my mandibles...
Not so much a cannibal but my saliva could be flammable...
And my pen was a zippo, so in essence, it was fire...
Dope lines ripped you from ya lines to your attire...
Tho' i had a flow and i had my skills on lock...
I now reside on '123 Im stuck', on 'Writers Block'...
unsurpassed amounts of joy flood the void
lives have clashed,here comes toys for the boys
my son is born and im no longer lost in life
his birth made me stronger,and alot to fight
stay ready when some ones tone gets heavy
alone im steady,for him ill leave bones shredded
domes get it after my lesson i write impressions
adolescents look for help from the wrong presence
testin there will to be loyal and and with hold morals
quarrels are settled when i accept my fate so horrid
i can look back and remember when the hurt dispersed
a curse lifted,anger no longer existed on december twenty first
Wait Just a Minuet, I gots to Blaze up and Spliff it
Dont play with my Spinach if you cant Stay up and Hit it..
I Slay all the Critics, while I Bank Ducks to "Ribbits"
Im not Crazed wit the Gimmic like I Weigh Dust to sniff it?
Spirit quest to Kill my Ego, and feel the God within
Since then The Blot has been Dilauded and on Kilonipin
Will I feel the top again? Im just Waking up from Last Night
Looking like a Wookie on coke thats raising from the Crash Sight..
Play on the defensive, cause you wonder where the fence is
You can't stay in the middle when you're gettin apprehensive
You tryin to pay attention, but it's gettin expensive
Yup, just said you're broke and maybe that's offensive
From where I'm standin now, high is where I reside, let me give you time to be pensive...
And realize that means "think" it through (a hint in case that's on a pop quiz)
But I'll refrain from sittin here, bashin and hatin those around
All the aforementioned is to whom it may concern - to all that walk the ground...
concoct the pound, my thoughts lift off of the round...
walking around, fitted in a hospital gown
not so provocative now, I've disparaged my inequities
secondly, I've definitely see the form of discrepancy
in music's integrity, entirely - I'll be
The saviors deity to rain upon the society's
socialites, vocals so carbon coded for open mics
watch my throat ignite in explosion like it's the rising phoenix
behind a fetus - Celph Taut's the signs of the seismic genius
Scrolling through it's calling a noted move of a mind, I see this
opportunity to seize the moment an emcee's opponent
To write words, as I slice verbs with a sentence
Serving, you're the apprentice ... to curve the verge of consensus
Murder nerds & attendant verses heard from currents in pencil's
Going across the page... in the anatomic age;
of mechanics, I take apart the race of basic dynamics
Control the universe from my room embracing 8 of the planet's
and smash em' together, causing the density to drop to one half of a feather
when the gravity shortens to nothing more than a blackberry
I'm like a Professor, a verse I rap's like a math theory
...I'm from Palm Beach where the guns speak
Other side of the bridge away from nerds and dumb geeks
No monkey weak running around with those choppers
Getting money off bread trucks coppers won't stop us
Staying high like helicopters I smoke Palm Trees
I rock jewelry that'll literally make your arm freeze
More killings then Top 6 when the glock flip
I puke when I spit dont say that i'm not sick
Get rich or die tryin 50 must be on those drugs
Ain't scared of the streets I love those slugs
Snitches with bugs under shirts they after me
But this life is great so bullets stay spraying rapidly
Come capture me I put a hole in 1 like a golf course
We stay with our choppers like the airforce
stupid fruity colors,
stupid fruity packs..
i get racks, plus packs,
young like some similac
biig riich i ride big vip in the back wit the bitches//
poor me a cup of that blue sky vodka an take a shot off this asian bitches belly
let me be specific northern cali west coast by the pecific were i reside gettin money an stackin fat rackz b4 i die keep my pockets fat all thee time
fuck 8 mile....none of dem fuckin wit j style.
i stay proud...and rain supreme like gray clouds.
fuck ya life fuck ya mother 2 i'll msack the bitch.
her body? we'll just throw it in the bag like fabolous.
u neva had a bitch...no coochie u jus a old groupie.
n ya bitch ass like a pancake...in other words she got no booty.
Justin never knew his talent.. never knew his mother either
All he had was memories.. hoped 1 day he'd get to meet her
Sick of having no Easter day.. now Justin just smokes ether
Wants to grow up a hard act.. toking out by the bird feeder
Out by the oak tree next to the shed.. half the time zoning
Barely ever goes in.. watches the dark sky turn into morning
Sick of mourning.. one day he walks approached by four men
Who claimed to be into recording.. Justin stayed quite awhile
Wasn't interested in what they said.. started acting all wild
Started mixing facts in a style.. all fucking crap he had piled
Didn't know shit about it.. yo they looked at him and smiled
Justin felt like the center of attention.. he didn't know why
Dope shit just came off his tongue tip.. was spitting no lies
Skills blow by.. in his eyes you can see where his soul died.......
..After this he realized.. knew right then hip-hop was him..
sporadic bastard with killer tactics rhymes burn like the end of a ratchet/ savage wen it come to these tracks kid, ill put the bassline to sleep and the beat in a casket/ everything spoken is a classic and fukk the rest of these actors ive got this rap shit mastered/ every thing that come off my tongue burn like acid your hottest verse..trash it/ thats it this is the intro and this lil verse was so simple/ it came off the temple and im a say one thing im whats poppn like a pimple/
lets see how long this goes...
check.
i'm a sneeze, i infect peeps....like paracites.
the parody: i'm so sick....i'm fahrenheit.
raise the temperature up to...forever heights.
they'll be biting this shit up
y'all some clever mites.
they like...like...whatever right?
you right...
yo...i'm never right.
but if i'm never right...then who's left?
its Okii. the mos def...
its pronounced like...Locksmiths...with no sets.
i'm from the land of trees...breeze...
and no stress.
Oakland. Cali-for-nia...is where my head rests.
i gotta slick tounge
have you gurl where my head rests.
and in my head rests...
...some genius shit.
yes i spit slick.
like this quick blip...
leave your genes and shit...on ya jeans and split
jeah.
while y'all stay constipated.
...i stay constant waitin'
for the right strike...
like i'm Contra playin'...
...i'm really contemplatin'
shhh.
i'm concentratin'
i'm focused mayne.
you like a blind fuck with glasses...
open framed
you hoe's refrain...
from speakin' ill...
cause speakin' and bein' is a whole notha spiel.
and the hole that you feel would be the end of it
clear...
you otha fucks like informats
you know the deal...
[ that's all i got...for now ]