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Weezy said the badside, welcome to the cold side
im so high, i feel, like im still in 09
tryna hit a party on the moon thats so live
and jump into a crater, hater that will be a full climb
Snitchin and bitchen, w'ell that would be a hoe crime
i take a puff of the haze and then watch my soul fly
loco hits about every 3rd or 4th time
guillitine bars, every 3rd or 4th line
i dont holla at the bitch, i just say the whores mine
The sky is the limit, but i wanna make the floor shine
make the floor shine with fro's from whores' grind
rhyme sickly ............like a distorted boar's whine
...............half the cats on this site just pour swine
debating wether making a statement to bore spines
........mind the timed lines inside of my mind pried
open hopin for a moment to slowly disguise five
differently timed mines.....
.....to blow this whole circuit to pieces and sky high
I'm lyrically rebuilt, a seriously skilled writer,
competition hits hard like the ultimate fighter.
Anything you desire spews from my mind,
constructing an empire with these rhymes.
This should've been six lines
-Thanks for nextime!
Everytime the beast stalks the street
Nobody open windows, not even the PD
they all call for the beast master
the only one who could save them from hazard
in times like this i take my mask
turn myself into another for the task
for the one who face fear must have none
only then shall he overcome
slap the beast so hard he fly into the sun
cry with tail tucked in for its mom
But its mom is sucken my dick tonight and it aint alright because she dont bit my nut sack and now i dont know how to react sitten back fixen to cause a catastrophic impact and wipe this crazy ass toothless bitch off the map why aint yall know to follow this leader then you woulda know i only wanted cheerleaders not some bitch in heat wanten a stiff piece of meat fuck it i think im gon end up taken a seat cause this aint even real spitten to me
ORGANIZATION!.............. is the key to escalation
anyone debatin otherwise'll be needin resuscitation
i leave you with lacerations when wearin down all my patience
im faced with a verbal conflict bombin mc's want to start shit?
your heart you'll part with if youre mistakin what my art is
parting oceans call me moses save a nation from desecration
any hatin left with painless grazes aimed to leave a motherfucker brainless
vision reflecting the surpressed memories better off forgotten
too the depths of the soul with the conscience gone rotten!!
the mind is refined drifts into wonder flirting with dellusion
the knowledge unwinds to portray a blurred reality or illusion
vivid contrast of past and present the worlds and a stand still
characteristics or a gentlemen but with a love for the thrill
my feet quake when my enemies be sieged beneath
i read and speak every word that needs to release
in sheets of ink-lit melody a felony of spite
despite the might ive tried to sell to gain some sight
i might be psyched if i ignite the rights to likely fire n hit you
desire to rip fools just to sit cool atop the body count that admits you
More heat than than the body emits dude
flow bang hard and im proud of my pistol
i could kill the game fast but ill decapitate shit slow
have them all thinking its a reaction from a syndrome
Step into the game with a war mentality
i aint a hitman, i kill rappers no salary
one man army, burn all of your calories
dig deep just to find out all your allergies
if the shits fruit then im gonna grab an apple tree
oranges, bananas the rule of your casualty
we arrive so heavy, elevate capacity
and slap a bitch tastes with high audacity
and i'm firin rapidly without war declared/
draw my swords ofcourse u should be more than scared/
with a sinister mob bout to enter and rob with torches flared/
bumrushin'/
scum drunken from the rum bustin dum dums comin at ya mums stomach/
hum hummin like i'm omar little in a black tench coat/
aint never seen raps this dope/
i'll flat his pulse get stabbed with bolts of lightin'/
insults r like jolts from you to me for mutiny in revolts and fightin'/
insults will strike the whose folks incite me
that boast not lightly to those who might be
supposed to know so slightly for you see im just rhyming
vision of my thoughts are not clear for darkness im in thus binding
my mind cant get free but they sent me weed so my thoughts just fly
who can touch I? no one.but for this bull want to play off my name? well its crunch time
cause look your going up against a different beast so you should adjust guy
we holding big weight, call us plus size
im eating dinner portions, you looking type lunch fries
we bruise hips, some cool flips, witout no gun flies
i can see through all of these fake rappers dumb lies
fuck all of those necklaces, and streched lexues
sense told me it was time to go in like the recession hit
i hit em with some next level of power like oppression bitch
i got bitches at my crib like beyonce on some obsession shit
all you see is dots with 3 punches i connect him with
make sure he catches all my hits like a catchers met
thats catchers mitt*/
thats how u spell it right/
you payin hell tonight if u unveiled the mic/
inhale a quite bit of air and held it tight/
let go with the force of a windy city wind/
i should know- after all i'm a windy city kid/
i incidentlly did on this forum what i do/
to any paper, text or mic that comes in view/
rummage thru my spirals and pick a spot/
i've quickly jotted the sickest sentences thats interlocked/
in the same vision as thick as cylinder blocks/
I'm back again, the Master. I have to win
In the back of a castle, battling Draculas kid..
..When Venacular spins, im commanding the lib
and still dad'ing these kids without subtracting a rib..
..But I'm detaching your limbs, without devices of tourture
An when its time to abort, I'm headed right for the border..
Dose Blotter...Im' designed on disorder
I'm the type to time travel just to remind the reporters.
Like a Viking I'll sword ya, I'll dismember yer corpses
Start Defending your shores or Surrender your Forces..
I'm defending my shores like David Hasslehoff,
But I'm spinning my winners with my nipple tassles off.
If I point these pointies in your mouth you'll squeel "Mozzletoff"
With your handies in your panties trying to get your nozzle off.
Every word I write gets you excited like you're drinking sozzle sauce,
Leave you saying "Eeeehhhh" like I had just let The Foz off
That chain I use to keep him well tied up,
And you're left speechless like your mouth has just dried up.