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I stay nameless while reaching the status of famous
Getting praises even from the ones that hate us
It aint a mystery how I'll go down in history
Pitying fools like mr t, while spittin fresh like a mouth full of listerine
If you think about talking shit to me, best grit ya teeth
Or have me end up at your door with a mask on like trick or treat
no DISS, done with THIS man I'M SO TOTALLY SPENT
desperation PERPETRATES HATE when it's TIME FOR PAYING RENT
SECURITY ENVELOPS me and SIMULTANEOUSLY instigates RAGE
got a LIFE, but with a KNIFE i feverishly SLASH THE PAGE
TRASH MY CAGE, i hear the TICK-TOCK of the CLOCK COUNTING DOWN
i've FALLEN i'm CRAWLING my hands will never STOP SCRABBLING NOW
i'm PLAYING a GAME cause each DAY IS THE SAME
inner MEMBRANE lead ASTRAY WITH MARY JANE
but i keep LOOKING and PUSHING and FORCING MY HOPE
each misstep pointing to the COARSE THREADED ROPE
so i WONDER WHY i WRITE i WONDER WHY i BREATHE
i suffer cause hip-hop is EVERYTHING TO ME
everything to me^
barely in a key, are my thoughts contained man
I can't pop off for fame and I kinda lost my gameplans
my main man's been gone for a minute, longer than intended
Startin to feel lost when alone like a boss lost in a scrimmage
I got off of the plymouth but I'm back in the water
with a pack n a father plastered askin for offers
the moon drops and my eyes adjust to the dim light
my grim mind is scared to reminisce n then what it would then find
my kin r fine?...I dunno at the moment
so I try to keep my mind preserved with work n a notion
never curbin or slowin, if I do my troubles will catch me
blunts and some hashish, outta reach, out past the grasping
range, no games, or jokes or puns were intended
I'm back in focus for a minute restarting from the begininning
people be trying to diss eachother well guess what i be fuccing ur mother n killing ur brother yeah im on the cover of crip magazine ur flows r dying u better give them some morphine i be seeing all of u fleeing yeah thats my vision y am i batting u u guys u aint even in my division i will take on u n ur whole crew nigga ive been repping blue since the age of 2 we all know that ur through. i heard that u were a winner well after read this u will be a quitter cuz i aint no ordinary sinner i eat ur flows 4 dinner if u mess with me it will be a one hitta quitta
I know you're prolly confused, I'm confusin myself/
Only time I'm convinced is when it's proven in hell/
Until then it's my purpose to make your nerves twitch/
Kick sick verses, laugh when you talk re-emergence/
Meanwhile while ya'll were here bein' distracted/
There's a demon hatchin', rose through the cement crackin'/
Worse than the worst G that's pack heat for blastin'/
That's what happens when words never equal actions/
No body takin me down Im basically blaow!
Im a combination of rockets like tracy n yao!
You can try to see me but u aint makin me out
Bass shakin till it shifts the fuckin plates in the ground
If you hatin the sound of that Im makin right now
Its cuz you musical senses stay way in the clouds
Everything I hold sacred evaporates into the pavment
The accolaids of Satan co-agulate my enslavement
This aint John and Kate + 8 so how the fuck can I change it?
When I can trace my every foot print to the gate of the slave ship
Hot checks to bong rips this shits a viscous circle
Not to mention I was fired today cause the prick could sniff the purple
Im growing sick of this world and getting dizzy from the axis
(Does he mean the spin an curve or the evil that enhabits?)
Yo
Iron fisted and crazy cause ived loved to many lie and flip 180's
Its as if everyones got an alter motive like Zionist Israli's
Dose fucking Blotter, Im letting the fire enrage me
Til I bunch your head in a box like Mike Fuckin Brady
Welcome to our perfect world, where purpose burrows
And the Serpent's curled so certain in the earths and boroughs
The holy thirst for pearls and holding close to yours
Welcome to our Perfect World...
Welcome to our perfect world, where purpose burrows
And the Serpent's curled so certain in the earths and boroughs
Welcome to our Perfect World...
Welcome to our Perfect World...
Its not 8 mile but is off the top.
Never will i stop / till im standin on the top/
im sick i need a doc / like hova needed the rock /
this is something for the block /
you can hear it when it knock/
my pen to page/ hit harder than a gauge/
spitten in a rage / like im fighten in a cage/
lost like you followin a rat through a maze/
been rhymin since my younger days/
leave the booth a blaze/
if the rap games a knife im shaper than most baldes/
man sometimes it's just so hard to write
i can't hit those multis, my life filled with spite
because i sleep all day and push work away
and that's why i'm not anywhere in my life
because i can't even sleep at night
but the days ain't much better, i can barely move
i'm fucked up, frustrated and in a bad mood
i spit the sickest shit a couple posts ago
but i'm at a standstill man and i can't grow
this might be the worst freestyle i spit
holy shit no surprise i messed up again
DJ Hate 2 FIGHT, ITS-ABSURD, Only If I Have To I'd Go All NITE-WITH-THEM-BIRDS, But This Is LIFE-TO-BE-HEARD..So I'll Boycott & Protest Just 2 FIGHT-WITH-MY-WORDS
Pen Forcing Thru 2 The Paper, NEVER-THE-FLESH, I Only SEVER-THE-BEST So If I EVER-CONFESS, I Let It Be Known I'm The Missing Piece, Like THREAD-TO-THE-MESH
Piecing Shit 2gether, Trying 2 FIGURE-IT-OUT, Small Timers Step Off, I'm Much BIGGER-TO-DOUBT, Knowledge Is Power, So Now Yall Kn0 What I BICKER-ABOUT
Theres a war on America just to scam our law and will
They keep an eye in our pockets like the back of a dollar bill
And if your feelin depressed sit back and pop a pill
Then nod your head to the lies like Contra and Brazil
Forget the honor or some guilt from these rediculous slobs
cause Vice and senior President stands for Horus and Ra
Supporting our fall while Illuminating "Change" in the reptilian halls
And Im suppose to vote for mutha fackos who worship egyptian gods?
The hour is now to excape a brand in the cattle
The Power and scandals that dismantle knowledge panels
The Media Faux'in channels to leave our prowess on trample
Pushing me to crash a jet through your Tower of Babal
Its the end of days with My only outlet in an opus
And On 2012 I'll more than welcome winter solstice
Though im not sure you would believe me Since Barraks in the picture
But I could prove the bush family flooded money to hitler
Your just another public sheep if you think the 3 have a difference
Another conquered fleet like the North Koreans by christmas
No need to be a physicist to creat liars like jippeto
The only reason we have a black leader is to brain wash the ghetto
I'ma have to disagree...
listen be, if you think he's brain washing the ghetto than you'll have to think realistically
but I won't elaborate on the matter unless you testify
rectify the freedom of speech impeached in the pesticide
and sprayed upon the children of America's wastelands.
with waist bands of knowledge spinning around like ceiling based fans
projecting lies in the message, reprising morals of black hate..
lactate the milk of it's poison sank in our back's, make..
The Puppet Master orchestrate propaganda in media...
Peroxide waters splashes across the surface and bleed when a..
Certain deity speaks in uh, way to cater the demons logic..
believe the prophet .. keep the nonsense knee deep in topics
so they can surface the binds of words written verses of mines
but it's worthless... my mind defines what a person's irking to find..
whatever works I combine' together and drop it off of it's stallion...
a born battalion warrior performing more than a thousand trends
thousand trends^
I don't know how my thousands spent,
I'd rather just count my mountain of glit
N sit back by a fountain while a howitzer spits
Clownin a kid, like it's his brithday party
Work late, probly, chicks wit mermaid bodies
Serbs n other third world parties converge in the lobby
You only squirt on a potty, while I'm searchin your hobbies
For a hint of your purchases to tryin find your locale quick
The gun comes out u got no pals, bitch, those gals split
Then those cal's spit I know how 'tis
Ghetto pariahs collide, ghetto messiahs will rise
Quotin movies line for a line
I live that real shit, no jokes when I show business
Turn witness n die right beside your co-defendant
I dont give a fuck, livin to bust
dutch juice & in hen we trust
dust off my tims n then juke the fuzz
I'm nasty dude, pass the fruit, I put macks into
any faggot crew not puttin passion too their actions n moves
Half assed attacks n they feuds got me watchin my back
Clockin a sack while a worker rockin a slab of that bottomless crack
Nah, I'm lyin man, I'm Iraq just paintin a picture of a dopehouse
No outs if the ghost sprouts yo jousts turn to yo spouts
spouts of blood and gore when I explode on a mormon
comin to my house to earlin in the mornin with a sermon
Italian suits, violent moods and changing weather
Foul ass dudes with wild ass roots that bang for cheddar
everyone on that paper chase, so I face the jakes
for every state I case, face a case for late mistakes
Greatest tapes r bein made at the moment
slayed when ur flowin, embarrased rather by changes in notions
thought you were dope until I smoked your scripts
poked your chick, bruised those lips n broke those hips
poked that clit, Im bored n flowin, tryin store some potions slick
to revive my health catchin hell while importin potent shit
i feel like my mind bright, wouldn't know it from these eyes
cause my whole timeline played out like i'm layin in disguise
sunrise, it's almost surprise -- when the morning comes i'm the unbridled one
a return to sleep, a return to bed -- i have so many demons inside of my head
consuming my cell receivers, hip hop deceivers, feel like i'm being torn apart by meat cleavers
my insides charred, fuck it man i'm done
coming undone, i know my song has been sung
i'm struggling to reach each unseekable rung
but my hands slip and drip with blood till they numb
hip hop shit it haunts my fucking mind
the possibility of failure looms but it's busting time
no glocks or nines, my mind stay sublime
try not to cry at night but i don't know why
^^ I'm sure you do, but anyways... on 2 some new topics
I go under water, & look @ the world through it's blue optics
proving, to you my movement is innovative in rationing..
clashing when the tracks are in passive faze' of attacking them..
African looks, grabbing the books and then reading the pages..
that's core development of my immediate stages
to reign on him... build a St. Patrick's parade on him..
take the clip *spit it out* put a grenade on him... ka boom!
clear out the room when your nostril is filled with the mustard gas...
put some ketchup on it and eat the dust as it brushes past.
like "FUCK A MASK!" yeah... run up in this shit bare faced...
climb up the flight of steps and then I collapse on the stair case..
Ha; what the fuck at me? seriously I'm not like that...
give me the mic back... this vocal booth is my mice trap
But nah - it's a cypher, a bunch of text heads keying...
supposedly their freeing under a perception of being able to..
drop words that follow suit to the message proceeding it..
Believe the shit'.. give me the jaguar..."where are the keys to it?"
'Well, apparently each one of these cipher drops can be the one'...
"Jesus son..., fuck it just throw me each of these frees and run"...
That's quick thinking.. fuck it, and jump in a big Lincoln
swerving on the road cuz I've recently been drinking
Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit.. I'm a nutcase, wifey necking' the cock down...
shot so much nut @ her pussy spot that the twat drowned...
It purred like "Meow"... "Meow", had to laugh at the shit...
didn't notice the Traffic like "Hani" and crashed in a whip.....
Then I went to Rapbattles like he did with half of the pic's
of it in the Body Shop cracked into bits..
The satisfaction of this... is, well... basically nothing but
to make an assumption, on a mistake for the sake of it's judgment..
take it to public at the discretion of immature...
little nerds, who sit on the net all day and just scribble words
into quick reply boxes such as this to be cool and all..
And It's true, but unlike you I pursue what I do and ball...
ruthlessly, Killing the booth with ease when I nuke MC's...
in boot fatigues, Solider suit's like the troop elites
I'm super street; nah fuck the glamor of thug symbols..
I'd rather be outside; making funny faces in club windows
like "na nah nah nah - nah nah!" you can't catch me...
Gillette speed.. Yeah; you can kind of tell I'm a netcee..Because
you guys, I mean - you guys are balling right?
You got dollars like, "eh yo, I'm the Superstar buying the bar tonite!"
see what you don't know about me is I can key shit..
that's pretty decent, and beats anything you've did recent..
this is genius, the fucking meanest on an MC's list..
flipping keys, like a Locksmith trapeze walking a wee stick..
I need a hospital! - please, quick! I'm watching scream..
fell off the an optic beam - thought I'd pinch myself and it's not a dream...
The girl got her head crushed; it was caught in the slide door..
Seeing her body reconstructed made both of my eyes sore.
times four - not used to the gory movies - but THERES MORE!
kicking shit is nothing I got these keys from a spare store
therefore, it's like stealing candy from a Baby....
Austin Powers Swag; feeling Randy; and I'm crazy
let's be subtle for a second I like dividing the rhymes for laughs..
not even seismographs could properly define my mass
a Giant ass, with the donkey tail and the eyes to match
I've been dope with the pencil punching inside the snatch..
Anchored down from existence onto an iron latch
maxed out my entire batch on these fire tracks
I keep it blazing with words cause abrasions in thirds..
so sit amaze, an' observe to recreation of verbs
on the day that's it's served...sitting back as I script with the Omen's pen..
the double helix chromosomes in my flow starts to grown within
and I crash down on the planet crushing my bones through skin...
watch me I'm closing in.. I'm the one The Masters thought was supposed to win..
I'll never die buddy, only god can judge this...
like what's up? bitch... I cut ya up from ya knucks with a crushed disc..
crushed disc?, I bust this to embalm n sculpt kids
napalm they all plus they alms when plush is in my circumference
heh, word, yo celph I got these faggots droppin dead
When I'm poppin lead have em red like lobster, yes
Mobsters to rockers shocked through their spiky hair to rasta dreads
I expose more than a fcukme thread, flows older than luckilys gramps
no one is touchin this camp plus I bust like the arabs muffler....damn
An italian gun connect, run with threats until someone jumps my vet
to tryin put slugs in chest but they wont connect cuz my lungs are vest
or vested should say rather, dont play mathers
I would drop him plus any other dude that Stands Up to blame rappers
or this rapper I mean, Im badder than he, badder than him
they clappin at me cuz I deflect it n then they clappin @ him
I got that flow from orbit, know its purpose
evolves like an oceans organ, organism
more than spittin, more than writtens compositions when spittin
about the mindstate achieved, rhymes great?, that's V
my fate is to combine slates with my raves of beliefs
smokin that tropical forrest to get outta state like a foreigner
the shotgun blow the door off the frame all the way across the corridor
more of her or more of him I mean to say
the things'll spray if you deem my name or see my frame and glance
bringin great heads together like a G8 convention displayed my plans
I want to ride in somethin velour
system thumpin, subs bumpin mr. shakur
kinda like styles said before me, damn it's clear
this phantom get u gory then use ur torso for a chandelier
BLAM!, it's clear, CT^ throwin grenades n gettin wild
The green laser on the 50 cal fixate on ur physical from within
the distance of a mile then I'm sittin on trial
or farther it doesnt matter to V, I'll splatter your being
The clatter is me, I'm lookin for a bag to carry you in
Your carryin a shovel to dig the hole I'mma bury you in
Get back or get smacked pimpslapped and worse battlin
Hand me that rope so I can go hanglide with your abdomen
In clashes when I unsheath the swords before the heathen hordes
They see my allure n seeth n swarm until I seize their lord
he grieves and pours when I cleave his pores
when V then thwarts his evil court with glee then
the mead shall pour.....
so stay out of my path when I'm after damagin kids
Otherwise after I smother this dyke
You'll have to find out what the collateral damage did
Feel my speech thru sets, you bleed thru necks
when I cleave thru chest to reach thru ur head
then sever spinal columns,
sit back with Leonidas apple sighin n longin
for the persian hordes to reach my gates
so I can unleash the great behemoth seized beneath my cage
..Its the sinister minister with the ritual bible..
Stickin' my pencil through your temple and the sinner inside you
..Invisable in the day when I disapear into space..
Visiting the spirits with a tribe in the Middle of the Bayou
..Wickedest voodoo Slayin'em, Im shrinkin ya cranium..
Shaking chicken heads at yer faces and make'em drink some Uranium
..A Modern day alien in the middle of invading'em...
Like Crossing boarders in a poncho with a coyote thats aiding'em. heh
..I own the gymnasium while im getting high like Alpha-Beta..
Straight up Stadium gladiator chewing flesh like Now and Laters
..I raise the wars, Base the source on raging ancient hordes
Take a plane and lace the plains as Im Spraying Agent Orange
alright ya'll wanna hit sick shit i guess lol
no speaking of agent orange, the devil child born
mother's womb ripped and torn, mind tepid and worn
the instigation and perpetration of illusions that break
rain down like sulfuric acid, contusions that make
the earth split open and ingest human sorrow
ravens cracking their beaks, nevermore! tomorrow!
people frantically sobbing, hands ball up in rage
hands ripping apart wood, then somethin strange
a silence, a moment, the dark begins to recede
and open up into a vast nothing
close your eyes and feel the pull of the abyss
because you can't get closer to god than this
peep below.
:)
My brains, contain a storage.. bypassing rhythmical entities.
Never talk more than I am, hear it - it's sent to me
eventually crossing the verses, first then I step to thee'
plate, for centuries; mental telepathy efforts
have recklessly adapted to the lunar disciple...
like who's going stifle the dude.. who's more than proven his use on this sight bro?
Nah I'm just fucking around.. being stuck in the ground for so long
It's become redundant but now I pressure you punks with the punches
dump it in bunches.. and serve it out like lemonade
a renegade, when I penetrate through the pen and page like...
maybe, today might... be, the way that I say right...
to the T... I write but, musically I'm alright ... yup.
I've been ciphering... felt the hypertension strike when I'm typing in
a jargon, The God Allah had to pardon from the book of Muhammad...
I'm a, crook and I'm carving, ya flesh
part of it stretched out - to fertilize the garden of death... I shoot
the breeze, and target a "breath".. synchronize
the art of your threat, and draw your emotions ... on the bar that I text...
now it's harder to sketch... your moment of life
the known component to write sickness, The Omen of life
disowned from the molding despite, this shit..
colder than Ice, holding a Ice pick with...
a double edge snake venom... cyanide on the plate, I escape and um..
Drop nothing... well I drop something, not fronting
whenever I'm typing, You can tell I'm enlightening to the...
ends of the hyping, friends have been citing my notes for the ages..
A Prescription drug... I got dope in my pages so read the description...
Take Twice a day and refuse from seeing a pediatrician
If you take enough of these tablets you can free your addiction
believe it - seeing me scripting like a novelist...
the god of this, ... scribbling notes in my documents.. causing a kamikaze like apocalypse
and then climb on the building...king Kong... the sign of the villain
defined in his skill an, rhyming so the mind couldn't feel it
I concealed it like a weapon through customs...
my nuts done, dropped to the floor... but was caught as I walked through the door.
I'm not there [ Bob Dylan ] like a missing sock in the drawer...
Fuck it, cops of the law can sock my cock till it thaws
It's disgusting, I bust into the room with my hands held...
swinging it at the fans for some damn sales... a man yells
from the back of the grouping... I rap on every track and it's proof when.. .
The guest appearance racking is me ...no, the facts ain't eluded..
I Patrick Stewart cats into music.. bringing to the fore front..
Not for war, lemme be more blunt... smoke a spliff, now my score sunk..
to the floor... with the corals, morals spoken in decadence..
a sentence is, nothing without it's dot and parenthesis
to bracket the point.. sitting back, homie wrapping a joint..
right after I boinked ... his sister, so we have to anoint the paper stacks...
gaping cracks, from subtle wording and basic tracks
After a night a recording I had to jump those bodacious racks
I'm.... sick of the fighting, it's like a flickering light and..
fucking, tricks in the night makes me want to dip from this site then...
It all comes back to me, why would I do something?
for you dudes to jump aboard and act like a feuds coming..
no, it's a fuse running, something' like... cool running
sliding down a bobsled doing like too hundred.. ya dig...
check on the sig, I wreck it my necklace is big... what?
shit fuck... scratch the mix it was chipped up..
flip my middle finger at the scene as it goes by ...
flows fire, I'm on the top and theirs no higher.
A Known messiah to using tactics of weaponry
the second he.. sees, the life of your actions cause a discrepancy
in the system... I mean it, I intervene with' a quick one
like Listerine' in this shit son.. I take the green and I flips them
not for Gingivitis ..I've been the tightest in that...
despite the writing, in facts.. I can cipher like a knife in the back... lethal
Typing in chats, been sniping at cats through peep holes
to watch the collision... enjoy the view from binocular vision..
....Walked in a kitchen and took the fridge condiments.
You know; anything I can do on this site to assert dominance
like it's common sense... which isn't common my momma's rent..
is through the roof.. so I was like fuck it momma, and bought a tent...
and got it sent... from china, yeah - likes me some fine tuning..
inside of a fly room an, treated with side schooling
climbing in my pooling, drooling ... flipping the birds like,
hemorrhoids you sit and it burns... you kids are concerned with...
too much philosophy and not enough of that clowning around..
crowding my house, out of the town now... you outta' just bounce.
lmao...get em
I'm better than you better than him
Beretta's vendetta is measured through pleasures n sin
Wether it spits, is basically up to the guy I'm facin
When I collide with vagrants, my parts emplaced when
I take aim and they just prepare for hell
Cuz I'm dumpin until the air explodes or the barrell melts
Just call this that MOAB flow, where no fags go
Adreniline keep you alive so I kill you so damn slow
Heart to heart like the bypass surgery, why mad cuz I'm murkin peeps
I'm doing so with a purpose G so just step back or get curbed n teeth
are ripped out of your face, right haters?
when I bust it looks like a fuckin lightsaber.....
once I've crash landed past the past vantage
my testament is wrought antics envokin
Put aside mass plans when it clashes with adamantium
the sediment is ruptured like a volcanic explosion
When my flow is implanted it
makes excalibur brandish n
the sun comes down when the planets shift
I got flow forever and ever dude, everest who?
sever necks thru, yes I'm great, next time n place
next rhymestate, climb papes like alps in winter
scalped for dinner, sprouts in thinner
clout in ur mouth is how it enters
grout will diminish when the funk grows
from trunk to torso, endorphones
not endorphines, a porpoise into orbit
culprits exposed fast, blow past
your stows aft with enclosed wrath
jokes packed cuz no hopes last
I Bust a rhyme call me Trevor Smith
I am known amongst the snipers, i never miss
I'm the sickest, I hurl this phlegm for the girls and men
twist a lyric with my vocals, rhymin whirlin wind
I'm too cool for school, too smart for the streets
When they give me a chance, I put my heart on these beats
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