Brag about yourself!

yo if your 14 that shit was mad hot keep elevatin


its easy to see why i stay spittin science/ cuz i dont live my life in a state of compliance/ brutally abuse mcs like rape victim violence/ and all the haters out there can stay frickin silent/ but yall know the deal, im so ill/ its probably a good idea for me to take this next pill/ i cant afford to get any sicker then this/ im quick to flip this shit backwards, like a text twist

im micheal Jackson and this is never land
my flows will never get old just like peter pan
make believe you could beat me is sontin
cause i stay like my lil 25 nigga.........thumpin

yo tha names DJ dont u forget it
see tha dick ya lady wanna get with it
see tha jeans they custom fitted
everyone i battle they comne witht thier rhymes prewritted

and im steady sk8in
not playa hatin
elavatin

a lethal lyricist from ILLINOIS
moved to nc as a teenage boy
now im 17 and blowin things up lyrically
i see yall nodden ya headz cause ya feelin me



yeah i kno this shit was wack but who cares hit up tha link in my sig ill return tha fava

You can't insult me brain bulging with multis and iller wit
attacking and cracking cats wackness and killing it
my skills are heaven sent,i represent rhymes that are the cleverest
i don't have to be a mountain to prove i'm the best there 'Everest' (ever is)
I don't bare arms, i kill with bare hands, fuck a pistol or rifle.
My lines are like the paris tower, they're quite an eyeful/Eiffel

Fact is, i'm immaculate, please...dont deny it, i be rappin wit ease
every cat that i capture n seize go out like a lit match in the breeze
u cant catch a disease n be more ill than me, when i re-lax ma' tone,
i'm smooth wit this...u aint even seen multis till these snap ya bones
like cheapass cologne, cats catch on slow, while i've got an affinity for rap
inifiny's been passed, wit such abilities i've gotta lotta dignity intact
divinity's been spat, best believe i'm big jus like the balls in ma' sack
no one can stall the attack, n a cypher's the only time i be followin cats

im 0-0, hey look at me.
i kill vets and rooks with keys.
im the best emcee. get off my steeze.
if ya ony my dick, you bound to bleed.
i spit with ease, and win with breeze.
you cant touch me, like lean g-strings.

ha, wack.

i'm postin more hit's then lennox lewis
im the best but ya'll already knew this
i dont need to kill vet's to get them runnin scared
no need to count the numbers i drop like i never cared
you think my ego is big well my cock is bigger
give me any race of person and i'll call them a wigger

I spit matrix verses, you dont understand my game//
I flow Petrol and spit fire, you's a light shower of rain//
Please...you a slow rapper, my skill enlarges like a tumor//
Ur worst nightmare's nightmare, i'm Freddy Kruger with a ruger//
Lots a blasphemy, say they 'God' but talk devil shit//
But if I gave you the talent of 30 MC's that still wouldnt level it//
Im a brag-a-holic, love talking shit about who I be//
Im a real Talent behind bars, like Chi-Ali//
Ladies cop views and "oooh's" when i breeze past//
Ink Cocaine is this shit, believe he's gon' last//
Lyrical miracle, cynical in the physical form//
My rhymes and flow fuck...Word is Born//

I'm the greatest, always got a crunk tale
A bad fuck, i even munch nails
For breakfast, with a cannibal dissert
I'm a animal, damage ya manable wizards
To take control, nigga i break ya soul
Wtf im the GREATEST, now pay the toll

[Preferred Beat: If You Think I'm Jiggy (The L.O.X.; Money, Power, Respect)]


When You Drunk You Jus A Lil Bastard With A Bottle,
And Jealous Of Me 'Cuz I Go Through Buns Faster Than McDonalds
Catch Me Wit' A Model Gettin Trim In A Tahoe,
Stackin' Chips 'Cuz I Got More Ends Than A Novel,
When I Count It I Get Lost Like Every Couple Hundred,
Never Had To Hustle, Bitches Always Bought Me Everything I Wanted,
Always Spit First, Never On The Track Waitin',
Bitches Know Im Sicker Than A Cardiac Patient,
Im Sippin' On The 'ngac While My NIggas Twist A Dro-ey, \\(Blunt)//
Im So Amazed Why These Fuckin Chickens Think They Know Me
So Excuse Me If This Whack, Even Though You Want To Get My Flow Robbed,
Cuz I Couldn't Concentrate, Your Girl Is Givin' Me A Blowjob...:thumbup:

I rip apart battles like a footlong blunt,
I'm twisted, ripped up yo' girls used cunt,
This is just a taste-test, just a sample,
I turn your best flow into a scramble,
Rippin' on your six-line freestyle verse,
Comeon bitch, my nine'll put you into a hearse.
I'll be honest, and admit it, I'm a cracka,
But hey bitch, my drive-by's will put you six feet undah.

:thumbup:

Equipped, well adapt to spitting raps to an art
Split your ass, like I was sharpshooting caps through your heart
Im far cooler, how you gon fool ya ass to *uh
compared, you far from meh, Im a master, bastard fucks
Im spittin crazy drunk, hitting quicker with Bars
Ive got rabies dog, Bite me, Ill make you sicker than sars
Lift you with arms thicker than trunks, cut to perfection
Nigga. You stretchin your style, while bent you can get fucked any second

Yes Its Me Again, Now You Pussies Could Go Back To Your Hiding,
Im Jus Survivin Every Obstacle The World Thinks Of Providin,
Formerly Skitzo, Now That Im Reborn People Say Im Nicer,
Cuz On The Threads I Got More Power Than The Moderaters Of This Cypher,
Dudes Who Go And Search My Posts Feel Nothin But The Envy,
My Shorty Got The Face Of 'tina Mili*, But A Booty Like She Remy,
I Got All The Charm That A City Nigga Has,
So You Could Suck My Dick (Cuz All The Pretty Bitches Have)...

______________
*Christina Milian

I cant be bothered with the squalor mundane profane cyphers have to offer,
When I speak it aint me fuck my ego killed it with a ten strip o cid years ago,
my flow like a crow scavenging smart distrust of humans I play the part,
rip apart eat the heart liberate exterminate make haste to turn enemies to paste lay waste, quick death offered, step up to the plate all haters and mockers,
vocab stabs at ya abs while to last breath grab, make ya mad then tell you which one of your suspected moms I had,
gift of gab blab, tie you up then remove lose the scab, lick ya wounds I comin soon this time your doom ends in your tomb,
Am I the best? Do the skills I posess? Never less than full court press for success competition dont kn ow with whom they messed they fail the test.

Heads and shoulders above, focused, poet on par
when I post you know it, cos im like a locust on sars
biblically sick, lyrically bring you closer to scars
when ive masterd the flow, you hoes still hopeless on bars
you bastards should know, when you battle me toe to toe
Im accurate I smack so hard that I will shatter your dome
Splatter your throne, blow everything that ever mattered had gone
You wannabe rappers get thrown, after I gather your bones
and crush them into a pulp, and mix em into a soup
You see I grew, slew niggas when i flew from my groups
Uns, pb, and Lg no beef seriously,
but im back, before ya'll didnt take me seriously
deliriously, I've got you drunk off my style,
addicted to lines when I write, I got ya'll reciting my rhymes,
so im climbing the line, still trying to acquire some fire
more talent to burn before I spurn, rest and expire
So I, keep going and flowing, even if none of ya'll listen
cos a real diamond dont need nobody lookin to glisten.