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he just sits in the cypher, training his brain,
could use the DS game, but that's nowhere near the same,
it doesn't allow flow, and the inflicting of pain,
use of varied vocab that makes crowds go insane,
here's where he can create things like thunder and rain,
paint any picture he wants, design stories to entertain,
but will it get him anywhere? it's like he's stuck in a lift,
won't move up from the basement, slowly losing his gift.
Haters want to stop me, actually they promised it
try to understand though duke, I'm not cocky I'm confident
I'm sorry your life sucks, wife sluts,
your tribe runs when the fight comes,
its alright bruh, go head n light bunk...
im not in the mood for a scrimmage, im barely swell
fuck around prepare for hell, dumpin every shell until the barrel melts
scared? then tell....im sick of hearing these faggots bitch and moan
get the fuck off your lazy ass and get some growth, hit the road
your a waste of space, get the picture? bitch i'm bitter
your days consist of the shopping lines too long so your hittin twitter
i miss droppin whips & coppin piff with the hottest bitches
real dudes who did real shit...now their all dead or locked in prison
now we got this new generation that doesnt do shit for itself to grow
they just sit on their ass and groan,
i dont care about your political views if your an athlete who packs a show
or your ass bleeds because your only job is makin sure the grass is mowed
this day in age we got all this favoritism because people fake as fuck
makes me have to vent or somedays say fuck a good job it's time to blaze a blunt
grab a deuce deuce and spray the bunch
wheres the good music we had in the 90's man
these days all they do is make dance music and cry about a wifey's plans
or talk about sellin drugs until they get pulled over driving and
facebook all night about denying their musics entire stance
aside from bay area and d-block ill stick with still I rise's jams....
I could visualize you with ease through these 2 brown eyes
Diggin' beneath ya’ skull for lies till you comply
Since the birth of Christ my life's nothing than legendary
im god giving grace in the face of niggas from the future in cemeteries
a tutor who's fluent i do what i do and choose to use it
Giving help to niggas stuck on the shelf and they choose to abuse it
Don't even misuse shit, i'd creep a corner with rockin' rollers
Patrollin a corner with an army of angry skateboarders
Untipped & raped by-word, last to served like waitresses with late orders/
Make like toy story & stuck andy back in pantry of fake soldiers/
Panzies in J.J. make-over, attack of rap geeks to cassanova on DON's 8-Baller/
Brass Knuckles & Your Tailed in DON's Head Quartered/ No Life's Cutting Corners/
Now your Bed Coroners/ next to Ex FED Informers/ Techs in Leg Warmers/
Still Jolie & Media wouldn't RAID ya/ Clown u ain't nothing but a hater in stilts/
Raised liked a maggot from filth, son u made from my spilts, SAVED 4 HIGH-HEELS/ & Stillettos, U's a She-Devil in Kilts/ SILENT from Beverly HILLS/
My mind maze is severly ill/ resistance from the rat race left dizzying spells/
Inquisitive Quilts Hieroglyphics of death-listed tales, stitchin all witnesses swell!
So I’m taking a break, ache from all the essay writing
With the melting of words into verses so hard it’s frightening,
I lyrically fuse, choose lines to amuse,
who’s to say I’m the only one wearing my shoes?
There’s others in my shadow, following my footsteps,
Hanging in the gallows, cause they’ve gave up and took next
Place.. there ain’t enough lanes to be making this a running race,
And I haven’t the time to waste on beating people for this space,
It’s crazy this game, you come in so fast you get hardly 15 seconds of fame,
And you’re gone with a bang, lose sight of the reasons for which you came,
..I ain’t one of those though, so get used to hearing my name.
Too bad the "flyweight" and "gayweight" is based on number of posts,
so he with the most free time gets best title about which he boasts,
While meanwhile I could roast his ass like some toast,
Cuz I got frickin skills that are better than most,
Vallus you're pretty good, battle records not bad,
But the whole "Gully" part has me going "Whats that?"
And thats it, that old saying... thats a rap
that's the way we live ^^^
money and connection get's you further than skill -
it's a shame because half of that is an auto tune fill -
so the real artists go un noticed and left in the dark -
and it's the plastic models that make their mark -
to the point the industrial pit's us against each other -
bone to bone, fist to fist, brother to brother -
that's why we spread love and peace in each piece -
so if anybody makes it we need a serious lease -
highlight those who can rise from talent -
to defeat those who are a sham and bring balance
fin double post
Slipzy says it well, does it poetically too,
Point in case "Getting Heavier" doesn't begin to describe you,
I'd like to say that I'm more than gayweight as well,
But this ain't a personal message I'm tryin to sell,
Can we get a basis on actual skill, can we actualize?
Call a tiny Micky D's burger what it is, in actual size?
The ads will make it better out than it in reality is,
I've never seen a based on number of posts system as pathetic as this
tell the gayweights to get lost,quickly/
i come across strickly as a boss, bentley it cost 50/
then i wpke up, to a CTA bus pass/
been enough flash/
i punch fast and crush glass in the palm of my hand/
im nuts like cashews,almonds,pecans/
stay strategic, calm with a plan/
our team holdin the fort/
holdin a torch with napolean force/
Old man just stay retired, really,
I'm cold as the ice you try to buy, and you gettin all touchy-feely,
"Download Mixtape" what a laugh, I could rip that shit in half,
You so stupid there's a Vincent vid on youtube of you puttin glass in yo ass,
And you crush that shit like working class,
I'm swallowing the game whole, and shit like you gives me gas,
I can't imagine who struck a deal with you to birth the Tenseiga tape,
Truth? You had a buddy you forced to make it for you - the industry you raped,
Or better yet $$$$$... your paper trail has been traced,
This is me puttin you in your place
Gettin in yo face, I'll crunch you like the nuts you really are,
You ain't calm, too cheap for a buss pass, the rest? you're just bizarre
Turning away from what it's really all about
from me speaking my mind but always having doubts
never questioning myself so I never take it into account
basically all my soul searching for this so called fame and fortune
left my body beat up and burnt you think I was scorching
now nothing of me is left but I'll still give you a little small portion
and if I die before I wake send me off peacefully into the nearest ocean
and forever speak my words to those who try poison
and watch my soul engulf them with truth is this me? the one who got lost but was supposed to be the chosen?
Wow, that stuff was deeper than the ocean in which I just scattered ya remains,
It sounds like you've been locked up, you need to find the key to ya chains,
Smothered in all these internal pains, so you like to fly like planes,
Gettin high on whatever the fuck remains,
from the last blast session, need some more for the pressin,
packing n' mad snacking but only worsening the depression
used to have all these sick days but now got a new type of kush, n'
people all around gettin irritated with you, suspicious, pushin',
punchin in like you never have before, slowly losing, life, less behind the door
I'm just a... miserable criminal that'll kill a few pitiful imbeciles tryin' too hard to lyrical//
Spittin' vivid visuals, every syllable liftin' ya spiritual like politicians schemin' and stealin' ya risiduals//
Intellectual on a pedastel several levels above the rest of you, steady and ready to tremble ya pety flow in an instant//
Ready, set, let it go, before you terrible fairys'll need medical assistance//
Smokin' a ciggy, tryna cope with the bizzy, still every second, the holster is with me//
Any moment you bogus jokers get with me, I'm holdin' the chrome and bustin' til the toaster is empty, no shred of remorse is within me//
Whether the sword or the semi, you know I'm more than just ready to kill and will, killing fields, guerrilas will, let vemon spill, keepin' the coroners busy//
So you bitches really can't afford to dismiss me//
in my head there's thunder, lightning and bolts,
lyrical sentences that need to be jotted on notes,
a headache's not rare, but this is an urge to have wrote
a decent twelve bars and scarred everyone's throats,
dismiss me, fire me, but we all know that you admire the -
way i can think of this shit, hit every beat like kylie..
oh wait, no.. i meant just like wiley,
shinin' ever brightly, i could make michael jackson lively..
while you're idly standing by, i could make this 'billie jean'
have an abortion and with caution, bring her to my thrilling scene,
i'm sicker than sick, to stand near me, you'll need a vaccine,
and to keep up you'll be needing something stronger than mere caffeine.
Not venom- you a little vermin yourself Caldy,
I'm a nasty murderer, I'll scalpel ya head - now you're baldy,
You got no footing in this game - one night stand, see,
I finished with you and left, but now I'm on the phone like "you called me?"
Man you annoying like the itch I'd never wanna B,
Stingin the sensation outta ya lines- and I'm just the bee knees,
So quit tryna flow like me, you blowin me- properly, and you oughta know,
and everytime I come around your face uptight, eyes all squinty, ready to take my load, jeez,
an' to all others on here that really know how to flow, stay thug- I leave kids like these lookin chinese
Tripple post..
Holy shit, tripple post.
Nice old women tell me im gonna be such a nice man when im older..
I also know crackdealers who wanna give me a 9 and turn me into a soldier..
Don't get me wrong, it could be worse, i do rest my head in VT..
Homies 'll still turn and snatch ur sneaks, right from under your feet..
Crack your dome, cop your cheese, no help, cops too busy busting kids for weed..in suburban streets..
Cold sleepless nights, watching homies count their G's..
Help you sell a few QP's?! What the fuck's in it for me?!
200 for me, 400 for you? Get the fuck out my face...
Mothafuckas lucky i got a consience, or i'd be takin that weight..
So i stay smokin spliffs and playing pong with them college hotties..
Dreaming about being on my grind. . . Lb's and shotties..
I remember bags full of paint, tags, throws, pieces and burners..
Painty handed, cop chases, me and homie in a bush, silent and nervous..
All this shit are things i used to do and love..
I never noticed it was 95% criminal shit, it was time to rise above..
Cut my hair, copped some polos and clean jeans..
I swear, no more fuckin around, for me, in the mean streets..
I don't think imma be a soldier and deal crack..
Thanks homie, but i'll cop my own Lb's of green, collect my own stacks..
Stopped spending my time bombing the streets, Now i spend the spare-time rhyming and making fresh beats.. Life can be a trip when you eat too much LSD, like me, but i get by, and it aint no thing to me.. Just gotta strive to relax..
Spit a muthafuckin' SEIZURE, when I RELEASE WORDS, to all of THESE HERBS//
Leave 'em shakin' like the REVERB in a stadium with hundreds of SPEAKERS//
Haven't heard of me, you needa RESEARCH, real and true are the KEYWORDS//
Strapped with more than THESE WORDS, stayin' armed to the neck like T-SHIRTS//
SICKEST IN THE GAME, QUICKEST WITH THE FLAME, DISFIGURE YOUR BRAIN//
DISMEMBER YOUR FRAME, STICK UP IN YOUR LANE, before you're derailed like track GLITCHES WITH A TRAIN//
BITCHES CAN'T CONTAIN, the WISDOM I ENGRAIN in the LYRICS I AM LAYIN'//
THIS ISN'T A GAME, you CRITICS THINK I'M PLAYIN' until your skin TISSUE IS DECAYIN'//
Murderous in every WAY INVENTED, once I SAY A SENTENCE, PAY ATTENTION//
Cause every DAY I'M PENNIN' one more verse, it's another DAY YOUR STRESSIN'//
George Carlin of rap, I couldn't give LESS OF A FUCK//
Gotta problem, I can direct you to a pair of TESTICLES TO SUCK//
With just a twist of fate I've come to innovate
before the art dies and they tell me I'm too late
if I would of been a day earlier none of this would of happened
now they out searching for a faceless murderer anybody see what happen?
ever heard of her tall dark with a honey complexion
her whole aura was consider a blessing
they all wanted her but none confessed their love all those shall not be mention
besides it wasn't love just ecstasy and pure infatuation
she had a heart of gold and time couldn't measure her patient
stop wasting lines say something worth importance
say something with purpose like shrubs in the forest looking for sunlight trying to make it to the surface
cook something considered three meal courses
yeah anybody can serve it shit any bitch can be a hostess
but I remain calm and focused my art beautiful and alone like a lotus
lost a couple of people who were the closest
thing to true friends now it's handshakes and evil grins to people I treat like them boys who use sirens
If it's the game of life we betting than I'm all in
they keep telling my moms we won't rest til we solve this mess
but right now the murderer of S.S. is anybody's guess....
Nobody can end my art but me remember that....
just for a change, gonna try and freestyle some of the news..
egypt celebrates a man's fall from power,
things started off sweet, but soon turned to sour,
forced to resign, to give up and stand down,
he can join the club started by blair and brown,
the unwanted, the lonely.. the outright phoney,
they say that they'll do something, they're like 'i'm ya homey',
but that's the last thing that they are, all just small dicked-tators,
distaster creators.. come from both above and below the equator,
other than that, the news is just depressin',
murders of people you aint heard-a, simply stressing
the fall of society, quietly it's getting worse,
you leave it the way you entered, except alone in a hearse,
inbetween maybe, somewhere you get to spit a verse,
or start anothers life through birth.. and apparently even that hurts.
I rip and CARVE AT FLESH, burn you, lyrical ARSONIST//
So GUARD YOUR KIDS, cause there's no tellin' who I TARGET NEXT//
Drive to ya spot and you and ya MARKED FOR DEATH//
I aim pistolas, it's like Amy Poehler, I roll up and PARK AND WRECK//
It's MARVELOUS how I rip CARTILAGE, snap APART YA RIBS//
And leave you in a pile of dying rapper CARCASSES//
I'm a SAVAGE BEAST WITH the power smash the PLANET TO PIECES//
Never down, stayin' charged like SCANNIN' VISAS//
Stamina, this MAN INCREASES, amateurs can't HANDLE THIS GENIUS//
My rhymes get a rise, like ASH AND A PHOENIX//
GODDAMNIT, I MEAN THIS, it's GOTTA BE SAID//
I spit this shit as sick as cancer patients in HOSPITAL BEDS//
I rip and CARVE AT FLESH, burn you, lyrical ARSONIST//
So GUARD YOUR KIDS, cause there's no tellin' who I TARGET NEXT//
Drive to ya spot and you and ya MARKED FOR DEATH//
I aim pistolas, it's like Amy Poehler, I roll up and PARK AND WRECK//
It's MARVELOUS how I rip CARTILAGE, snap APART YA RIBS//
And leave you in a pile of dying rapper CARCASSES//
I'm a SAVAGE BEAST WITH the power smash the PLANET TO PIECES//
Never down, stayin' charged like SCANNIN' VISAS//
Stamina, this MAN INCREASES, amateurs can't HANDLE THIS GENIUS//
My rhymes get a rise, like ASH AND A PHOENIX//
GODDAMNIT, I MEAN THIS, it's GOTTA BE SAID//
I spit this shit as sick as cancer patients in HOSPITAL BEDS//
all the words are plain an clear just useless
rack my brain spit my game release my lyrical juices
time to put my cents in say the last word
i was known to say curse words an flip people the bird
im tired of these wack shit i could probley see ur future
u wack as hell u better of lip syncing like ur ashly simpson
i be ur hang man ur juged an execution
behold my rebirth of my ressurection
im dropin limbs like a samurai after sword fights
down to catch a street fight with lefts n rights
hackin up wack niggas that ar sensitve to bright lights
dissin skinny niggas to ever fantasize about most women that ar not your type
like that slutty dime nigga just stand in line i pulled her alike
strangled her with some fishin line
catchin ya by suprise like a car with no headlights faded as fuck without a license to drive
free(styl)ing my way back in time to yesterday when i laced the field with landmines
smoking blunts all day and night
a nigga only so high without the right mind to rhyme
so i slit a windpipe and retreated back thru the time
high as i please makin a victim out of the chinese smoking weed
bringing the people to thair knees
Picture a world, no brighter then the sun.
Uneducated souls, it's like we're born old and die young.
We're Underestimated though the words move on from my tongue.
And my lungs are healing - once so cancerous.
But I guess I owe my life for being so adventurous.
Lets hear some flow all natural from dominata in the process,
I'm one seven on my 2nd pickin up winds from all your losses,
I make my flow go outward like moses when he crosses,
I'm hittin in my spittin n your missin with all your tosses,
I'm the one standing here, with you on your knees,
I cut up you're verses like "D-" -graded cheese,
And I'm not done there- I'm comin atchu like sneeze
2012, was that a challenge? bitch please
freestylin and keystylin cuz we wildin and hatas mean muggin yea we thuggin but we smilin//
we grinnin we winnin and been since the beginnin y'all guppies in a shark's pond so keep watchin where y'all swimmin//
talent cups brimmin like fitted caps u begin when i finish raps i dish it off then i snatch that shit like bitch gimme that//
i'm a newbie to the forum but my lyrical decorum got vets startin to sweat they know that i'm comin for em'//
jus makin my intruduction ain't rufflin feathers or causin ruckus jus comin thru ringin necks on u chickenshit mothapluckas...jizl
no measuring the efforts of my flow science
no vials, so wild, study skies like an old mayan
leviathan tryin to rely on my own aquirements
flyin higher than piloted jets in stressed environments
absurd prophecy spittin the ill words melodically
filler free, give a beat a lobotomy
who was it that said you and i were dichotomies?
we're more unlike than uncut white and chronic leaves
to stop my team you'd need an arsenal of trained cadets
to aim for necks with straight razor blades to make a threat
i may confess that yall are wack and ima take your breath
and make your chest flat as asian breasts or fresh layed cement
so wait for death while i keep the speaker box in check
i wreak havoc i need a way to realease the stress
you see the mess you made, you better re-direct
before you battle me, compete in chess, thats an even test
i'm the contender, you're only an opponent
i'll dismember the phonies when i'm flowin
you might have a rhyme to write mine keep goin and goin
if you afloat, i'ma knock out the boat that you rowin
know that my spoken words are taken as truth in any time zone
you couldnt come off of the top if you were a pine cone
my minds blown how the hell ima drive home
so high, i'm ridin in the fuckin no-fly zone
these modern gossipers won't win it if i'm the opponent
with flows sacred as stonehenge in the time of the Romans
it all relates to modern hate for living basic in a modest way
-it's Edison droppin politics copy-pasted from the knowledge base
The Conquest Continues and dats my only venue on da menu
Lets walk down this path dats worst den church, beecuzz of the eagered hour
Call any a coward beecuzz of this simotaneous shower of power dat I bring, ya think
I'm wut ya need, speed-extasy-weed, exactly wut it seems ta bee and ta mee,he he
Don't eva bring ya carcass ta da event, beecuzz u'll still get charged for rent
Look at da money I spent ta c wut i get, now u dont got a cent so u didnot attend...
Get ready for Dominata to rain down, you better seek out shelter better than this,
I'm smoothly takin over the shit and I'll attack you- bring my flow in dis,
Showin you what rap really is, blowing you and weed smoke, you fucking blowing kisses,
Tryin against someone as high as me, but I'm still on target, yall are hits and misses,
Stayin on the top here, I'm smokin it right n' taking advantage of ya Mrs.'s,
Sending you out on your asses you can't hit me like "yall dismissed",
I shoot you all out of the water, and leave you on the waiting list,
Cuz me and the competition are sorta like Cain an' Able only with a little twist,
that'll leave ya head spinning while I eat you up like candy, I don't coexist,
You may know politics pal but I know how to rap,
I'll leave you running after my lines like your the sap,
Boil your ass to make a few bucks and a couple gallons,
Tom boy bitch "like won't back down" but only petty crimes, I'm a fuckin felon,
Grew up in jail, lets just say I know fuckin bars, so don't be tellin,
Me to do nothin, bitch, you try to spit and trip on lips and get lost in words,
Hell, I'm lost for words, whats with these rapping nerds, and why they join in herds?
This is Dominata one seven tellin you to leave this behind like the turds you are,
Me, Hollow, Slip, Havoc, Bishop, Sane, and the others are fly,
go 'try' to be cool somewhere else and make ya shitty drops like the birds you are
come into my world -
it twists and turns like the nightmare that you never dreamed -
a house of mirrors that show's only what's been seen -
from experience's of a life with disbelief and regrets -
a mine field of emotions so be careful where you tread -
never truly right in the head, never could truly write about the dead -
left at the tender age of 9 on a bed of nails is where I've slept -
metaphorically speaking, never the attention seeking,
walking down a hall of wooden floors always creaking -
be afraid of what wakes and lurks in the shadows, it swallows -
leaking feelings, that leave the feeler shallow and hollow -
from a world of serious comfort to one of regrets -
violence, murder, torture, death threats -
we shape every individual as the same as the next -
a lesser king with only himself to best, politically dressed -
call me one of the irregular fibre's among the few -
I'm not as good as you, but I can be better than you
Why is everyone tryna be politically corect?
Fuck this, Fuck that, and fuck respect.
Where heading towards hell is what i suspect
Do we all recall the Harisson Bergeron effect?
Where everyone is weak to be equal with each other
and we mineaswell all be fucked up brothers
Cause everyone will end up being the same
So I look at weaker people and I take aim
Equals is what humans arent meant to be
some of us, will win the grand prix
and some of us, will end up aspart of the bourgeoisie
Me? ima be a millionaire sipin drinks under a palm tree
As I enter an aeroplane, blasting beats from StereoFame.
My battery dies as does my time to entertain.
I began sane but now I can't contain,
From becoming insane, it's overtaking my brain.
Mentally stained, I can't obtain my right to refrain,
From returning back to the beginning - but I can't complain.
It's all the same shit, axe murderer, heads split.
But first I got to find something to chop your head with.
No strained flow here, I refuse to water down my statements,
Rhythme so good sounds and even tastes good like grate mints,
Continued the metaphor and I'm onto the next quick,
Yall slipped off the end like Z, I'm the kind that sticks,
Tryin to fuck up so called pussies, I split ya heads open you dicks,
I can spit all the syllables, you're still tryin ta hock E like u sticks
I knock everything ya say right off this post with a ring,
Recitin' my rhymes you dont know whether to rap or sing,
But this like the present wrapped up, Imma end with a bow,
This can be read so many ways I'll leave all my readers like wow/whoa
Na, diss aint a drill or ah challenge wen ya get grilled n stabdman
I'll bee a cannibal eatn ya wit ranch dressing, dats wut u call a great salad
Training, hell no, blud iz wut i'm craving beecuzz dis iz da actual shyt
Ya bound ta get hit immediately, pretty much beecuzz my words cum tru
You sey da ladies love you, wen dey c u dey hug you, but all dey sey iz fuc you
Kid just got chopped n cropped off tha top of da empire state building
Before and after I killed his syblings, quite chilling, but now i'm billing
The price iz at tha bottom of the receipt, and just ta sey, it twasnt cheap
Go hed peep, tel me wut u think as hee lay ded in pieces and blud dripn down da sink
Ye'ah, I would drop names, but i dont want ta, bca undacuvahz r tryin ta stockya
I'm suprised dey havnt clockd ya wen viewing my xplicit spotahz, noncents
Look he iz still talkah...
Stay here? Or ditch everything I know?
Leave my friends behind just so I can be a pro
Really I don’t know, if I can even let go
I’m taking my shot at life, I’ve only got one free throw
Let me paint this picture for you like Van Gogh
Let this pen and paper be my brush and tableau
I’ve got a chance to be something more than an average joe
And I’ve always wanted be something great, since a long time ago
I always said that I’d leave but now I’m feeling strange
Now that the choice is mine I’m revealing fear of change
Now the choice is still a long way down range
But I’m not sure if this life versus that one is a fair exchange.
Cause there’s my parents to think about, their gonna give up a lot
Just so that I can put my foot in the door and take my shot
If I went I’d owe it to them to give it everything I got
This is my chance to shine and step out of the melting pot
The trouble with this chance is that I’m afraid to take it
And the fact is I don’t even know if Ima make it
And I sure as hell can’t fake it
If It’s a mistake it
Could ruin me
Eternally.
This is off the brain...dropping lames with in optic range//
a constant pain...chop your frame with my sharpest blade//
a part insane...watch you pray for a fast death//
while taking the last breath out the frame of a mans chest//
Give it straight to you bastards...every sound that i spit//
you die slow by my flow like you drowned in my piss//
I called the counseling quits...I'm demented n psycho//
depressed with a rifle, walking on the ends of a tightrope//
my comp posted my shit twice...my bad.