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The director ... "we're gonna film"
So surreal. 8mm projection, when I go to kill.
It's over, squeal one word, then you know the drill.
Your bones get sealed in a plastic bag...
Then your ass gets dragged to the nearest trash can, we're your thrown in till'
The homeless feel your carcass inside...
Pure evil - I keep the darkness alive.
Only parts of em' died. The vital organs, living inside of his heart have survived!
A marksmen, that thrives on the ego obsessed...
Get beating "Black & Blue" - there will be no need for a dress!
Leave in a mess. Have that Iron Man complex, we'll see through your chest...
to the other side of your team to address...
the Elephant in the room, which we'll see in a sec.
I'm on my grind, time will be in effect... Jesus,
because these keys are Drect!
Wireless, there will be no need to connect...
It's so cold in the D, so respect me like MTV had reflect -
ed the music video of T Baby's pledge!
Those same sound waves bounce back off of Beavis's head...
And get interpreted into readable lexicon, so you can SEE WHAT HE SAID!
C", what he said. E" to the L P" in this thread.
Like a CD has been fed to the slot... followed by H T", then it ends...
with another A U T", then Begins" , like the first Batman reboot.
Alfred Hitchcock ... the car gets ROLLING, then we SHOOT.
Isis mentality. We hit the online boards, n' then RECRUIT.
But then we hit up ALKI DAVID', we need loot.
"You want thee' truth?" They don't build em' like me anymore.
2003 I recorded. 2015 ain't rewarding.
Just got home at about 3:40 in the morning...
... n' saw Onceawhile' drop, which gave me the steam I need on this forum...
Sweet Jesus. I mean, it all seems a bit boring.
But after I read it, I proceed with the keys that I store in.
Like the Locksmith. Bowel movements off the top, cause they drop shit.
Got this... Gas Mask on, these bombs are toxic.
But far from a waste. Traces of graphite from the carbon intakes...
Causes theses bars to awake the quasars when each particle breaks!
Damn. Like an epic of me, starring in space.
Clashing Ceres, Huya, and Ixion with the stars
causing an impact that shatters Phobos and Deimos from a plausible state
collapsing the two moons in each other until Mars is erased!
It's hard to embrace the style that I have, wild with the vocab, deep inside of this notepad.
No joke, mad with the flow, till' it goes bad.
Oh, yeah. The Big Lebowski wit' this fucking PAD.
Let's see how tough you are when I come in grab
your stomach flab, n' pelt ya so hard in the gut, that I end
up folding your lower torso in fucking halves, like the Dublin band...
In other words, you're in trouble, man.
Snapped, like a rubber band around your brothers hand... just because I can!
I'm compounding mountains of some nice sounding rhymes
My talents like talons, they catch the hands of time
My plans align with the red wine colored hour glass
As you're showered with our sass, feel the power grasp
You'd scan my mind, but this you don't just scour past
Bring them grade a bars or step aside, cower back
Ya'll screamin mayday hard when i beat that ass stat
I'll take a Ray J charge to prove i'm the class act
If you take a risk and spit, then the pay days large
You know i got a point like when an A.K. barks
Fuck the fake guise... a bunch of crooked actors, telling straight lies.
Float wit' a great wise, come out of water and break tides
No nonsense or fronting. Popping off at the gums when they're not in discussion.
Singing like a canary, trying to liken their type to this...
heightening prairie. Sharp, but not sharper than this knife that I carry...
Imagine psyching out Carrie while she telepathically warps
every tactical force of nature you have brought to the battle, n' sorts
Nah... composure compelling...
Kick to the senses - that's the flows that you're smelling.
Bring the rosary, telling' you all I'm supposed to Gelling'...
You jelly? Then JAM on your brakes, mister.
Yea, slam them shits right to the floor.
Put on your hazard lights before you strike that Accord.
Damage is more than your life can afford.
Get your license, record the insurance information before
they take flight and ignore the siren alarms...
Yeah... Cop radio footage... shooting on a dash cam.
Footage is all grainy, image blocked out by a trash can.
You thought the whole idea of car insurance was a cash scam...
Until that person go inside your hole, just like a cat scan...
You see that badge, man? Yell out "stop resisting"!
It gets them off when they can yell that n' get away with murder afterwards...
Shit, what you can throw at em? Your rapping words?
HA. Watch your ass gets served.
You had that deserved. I mean, you can scratch, if you have a match to burn.
Light up the tracks, like a train coming to
a halting stop. Insult a cop n' you'll get cuffed, assault or not!
Yeah, and that's just the cherry topping.
David Blaine with amazing game, bitch, I'm barely walking.
You talk that shit? I'm at your door - you can hear me knocking.
Fist, fuck a door bell. Before I let out my war yell
I pull your whore out by her thot jeans and pop my top hip hop schemes
out of the blue... tell 'er how I go through
the vagina like Mr. Plow on the tube.
♫♫♫Have her belting out the WHOLE TUNE. ♫♫♫
SHE QUEEFS when I pull it out of 'er - blew,
my chowder in her mouth, n' then moved
as she proceeded to spit it out, n' refused by kicking me out of her
house, with both shoes, but I ducked like Bush' did...
Reminisced like CL Smooth, "That was some good shit" ...
She a hood bitch. That means she 'dutty' as hell...
She'll suck on my dellz', while she's puffing an L'... I mean,
damn... she multi-tasking where it really counts...
Dick like a bad check, it makes em' titties BOUNCE'...
Esther Baxter chest though, make me explode.
Then I re-up, n' shoot again for my next load.
I make her breast stroke after sex, while I'm
letting that Sess smoke, best hope I go out before you get home.
Head blown, yeah my mind's gone. So high,
I don't know what I'm flying on. I get it. This is my kind of song.
Your girl, I Ice Cube her, no Kevin Hart, she can Ride Along...
Game is mine, it's playing time, yeah "I am Tron".
Pull out my giant dong. Make her quiet, "It's kind of long".
Of course it is, unfortunate for you my dear, I'm a force it in.
Anakin Skywalker shit... damn, no glove no love.
I butter her up. No margarine. That lard's hardening.
I don't barter wit' you weak little hoes, exposing my bargain chip.
Drop it, then the flow come together, just like a partnership.
Ha. Michael Bay effects.
Delightful, ya play the bench. I'm not the one you put your name against.
"Change", now it's making sense.
Put it right in the air.
Check, mate. See the Nike's in the mirror.
I'm nice in this era'. Priceless, the likes to be scared of.
No lights, but I'm here wit' a license for terror.
Mike Tyson, a pair of ISIS preparers...
Van Gogh, when I slice through your ear, uh...
Piece of it will flutter and sail.
...No fencing with Paul Gauguin
Too big to fall off of that tall wagon, my dog. Both of my balls dragging/dragon,
like Goku n' Krillin', my dude.
Killing it, because I'm still in the mood.
I'm feeling it, Frankenstein is still drilling in screws.
He's alive in this bitch. He survived it, and shit.
But he can't sleep.
Every time he dozes off, he hears a damn beep.
If it was up to him? He wouldn't hear a DAMN PEEP.
Sand man seems to be off of the clock.
So it's not gonna stop, you're better off just banging your head
into a floor board until there's no more.
Insomnia's crept into your brain.
Stimuli slain - so you can visualize physical pain.
I know your miserable, but what good will you do if you complain?
You're only putting more clinks in the chain.
"It's because I think I'm insane".
Out of the box, but they think that I'm staying.
Even the principle laid in the visual has a different arrangement.
Every step I take, the impact of it is lifting up pavement.
I feel like it's a lucid dream state.
How can I be awake? Water flushes my ankles, how can this be a lake?
Breathing becomes difficult, I can see my fate.
Heart racing. Palpitations. Vocal sounds leaving loud abrasions.
Can't take it no more. Hate being ignored.
I've seen it before. Plan to show these people the door.
Kick them out to the other side before I can plant both feet to the floor.
Then I can rest peacefully. I think I'm finally falling asleep.
The sandman has taking over, n' he's calling the sleep.
Call them all, I repeat.
Feet is heavy now. It's getting harder to get around...
get around...
settings drown...
heavy brow...
Everything... seems... much.... better ... now.
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It's a damn shame this cypher is more fire than the open mic
Punk bitches on the site acting as if they don't know how to write
I'm the type to write more in the abscence of rappers galore
Back like before with more rhymes and an itch to kick your ass through the door
I wanna explore like dora but I'm stuck here on the corna
Sipping Corona where will the next sell come from I wonder
I plunder the cities streets like Pirates from the seven seas
More wise than Euripides More nice on mics than Jesus, see?
And motherfuck your jesus piece, the contradiction you walk with
Next time you fuck your bitch you'll see the mark for how deep my cock went
I've got leaches on my skin, sucking me dry
My patience wearing thin, I drink ‘n get high
Mother fucking hypocrites, all around see
Yet the biggest one here, has got to be me
In the pool Emily; with an Alligator, Masturbator
Savor all the Stranger Danger
Quit the third degree. I ain't got a master key
Just a couple dick pics, from a confident emcee
So in contrast to popular presumptions
Opportunities aren't equal, they’re assumptions
Victory sip fresh on my lips
That butterscotch kiss
From that beautiful bronze skinned chick
Her curves are the closest to death I've been
During my exploration I forgot how to live
She was blessed with so much
That her curse was to give
I couldn't care less floating in her essence
Accompanied by my selfishness and guilt
Slowly we sift....
She fought hard but I claimed her deepest thoughts
Constitution wrought rock hard - The battle all for naught
In the web she is caught
deceit creeps and what has betrayal bought?
Not a thing except a ring.
Golden bright burning pain.
Hip hop beats in my head dance with words which legends said
I'm an aritchtect for dread - slicing necks for bread
The shit is real, to kill ain't a damn thing to me
I'll be more fucking Chicago than Capone, Kanye, or "23"
More fucking LA than Ice T, D-O-C, or D-R-E
Still I'm a southern beast, wrecking open mics
From Raleigh to Tennessee, because I'm hella-nice
Everywhere I go the bitches love me
No rapper above me - lines are so lovely
Rhymes are so stunning
Nigga, I know what you are!
You're one of those "Pun" Things
But not like B-I-G, oh no you don't have the cunning
You're nothing. I surpass your skill by far
I'm in the stars looking down like god to your bitch ass
You're outclassed - My freestyles are buckwild
Guarantee you can't match that. I'm Past Black
And yes that's a subliminal - I'm the rhyming criminal
Stealing shine with every chance - Rap Robin Hood in a Trance
Shadowboxing to perfect while laughing @Lost Soul 's stance
I prey and prance, Ali come again - Muhammad with wicked pen
Inquisitor of your sins, Bow down to Truth and repent
Your weary conscience is bent...
conscience is bent...
That it? Not even a dent in my yacht I flow in
Open to replying to you guys if you try to apply sometimes with dope lyrics
I had hope, spirits lifted, expecting something terrific
All there be is this shit.. Truly talented and gifted
I'm just glad I can be a witness to such prolific non scripted jibberish
Some say I act too Neeguh'rish when I deliver it
I feel indifferent, then say fuck how you figure it
Runs amok and acts ignorant, belligerent, disobedient and other like minded ingredients
Elegantly deviant, elephant in the room telling me to make your doom expedient
Competition consumed and that's how the feeding went, the balloon was a condom
I didn't put one on tho, gave you a disease, that's a combo
Why? No reason really I'm just silly and will establish myself as the head honcho, pronto
The rap game is a prison and I wishing we have a convo, bring you to my cell, call that a condo
I know this gonna sound really gay, but you my star like Rondo and I was hoping you would stay
Wake up wearing my shirt in the morning, WAKE UP YOU FAGGOT That was a dream
You won't ever make it to that mountain top like Martin Luther king :shoot:
the only (w)rap yall can do is cling when you barge in to the ring
so I float like a butterfly and charge with a large 'n ruthless swing,
the initial "ding!" doesn't even fade before you fall, faster than archangel losing wings
then as usual im faced with the armies that the losers bring
as if revenge and looking hard will soothe the sting
either way I let my spartans do their thing, go to war and loot your bling
I imagine god in a retarded stupor stringed together your parts, its humoring
now here you are maneuvering through most forums out of boredom
your time is post-mortem, i got rhymes that'll roast modems
you know the deal, i keep 'em tighter than soda seals
yal probly old as hell got a face with that scrotum feel
Face w/that scrotum feel...
Up for appeal as I appeal to those who recognize real
I don't recognize you, analyzed you, was more concerned with who stood beside you
But wasn't really concerned about slim either or Justin Beiber have your face lookin like Beakers (muppet)
My team beleaguers to ether, Master Chief in the streets let me refer reefer, which you prefer?
Better quality or cheaper? Old skool so I carry a beeper to avoid GPS and such mess
Don't come outside tonight if you suspect
Wannabe thugs who've gone unchecked don't want to wreck when its time to flex
Or when the feds pinch, on the scene, people you convened with quick to spill the beans
BRB TBC
quick to spill the beans? They get served with rice and wilted greens,
add some shallots/Shalits on the side and i don't mean Gene,
these proteins nurture lean, mean killing machines
talking about feds when there's a shill in your team
no need to search, your reflection reveals what most villains have seen
plus you say you didn't recognize me, its because there's a filthy, unclean film on the screen
of the TV in which you "analyze" iller emcees
he's undercover with Men-In-Black agents:
underneath bed covers with 'em like it's a drill or routine
they instill him with dreams of rap greatness
but he lacks patience, that's why its advantageous
when you grill him, to seem skilled or supreme
he'll go from chilled at absolute zero to steamed
like politicians that-plan-outrageous Bilderberg schemes
my backhand-wages war against his yap-and-face-which acts as-an-AIDs-ridden-pro lapsed anus
no wonder the man spat-gay-shit...and yo
his raps spam pages, so he should've been banned ages ago
P.S. not to be taken seriously