Spiritual activities effects the Physical, and I stay typin miracles/
They think that Jesus got dirraghea tha way God sh****n on em/
I 'm like sylvester tha cat- always after tha bird Tweety/
I make cats green with envy I can tell by how they look at me/
I sick with my rhymes come and hit you hard like the flu/
Don't battle singles I battle with crews/
but if you want beef I'm quick to put it to rest/
Cause I have you catching bullets like I got a 4 on my chest/
I got a 4 on my chest
That's the numerical symbol for all my peoples
who got put to rest.
Revival I scream out loud to release the stress.
It's like my flesh has suffered so much I catch
sun burns in shades..
Night takes over the sun in these endless days,
Shadows exists even in the darkness
evil spirits is the reason why I script bible scriptures.
Head focus like a camera lens, As I bust photo shots
I freeze the hands of time so I can make a perfect blend.
The kid's nice on the mic
my flows tighter then a virgin dyke, aiight
a killa instinct, a ferocious bite
plus ya shit will neva shine, even in broad day light
quick wit my knuckle game, love to fistfight
I'm barely 16, but got this shit on lock
I'm not flinstone, but i'm sure to make ya bedrock
fools that act up, get thrownned off the dock
and when the crew come around, we roll in flocks
deadly, like that disease small pox
we even known to put anthrax in ya mailbox
and my itchy, quicky, finga is ready to pull the trigga
and when we done with the body, we contact the gravedigga
them lil duce-duce, is no use, our shit is way bigga
my lyrics alone solve shit like algebraic expressions
it's complex, like the smith and wesson
Im going to drop this real simple like poppin a pimple
I am a cute girle wit dimple but don't think my skill isnt ample
i could sit here and claim to b the godmother of rap
claim to have the gat to clear the computer screen to screen gap
But i can allow you sit back relax and let it flow
like people lyrically constipated with exlax i got to go
don't ask i just like to bask in the reality lapz
my unique flow will make you act like a loco
still remember the taste of taco in polo loco/
call me the rap king my wrist and neck bling
make ya bounce like the nike shox spring/
the real thing..spittin venom on my enemies
im still flyin coz im rollin wit celebrites/
Within my eyes are locked up secrets of things that i have seen...
dreams can't describe the evil things done by demonic beings...
The acid in my brain leaves little left for me to think..
Yet i'm exposed to hardships of life it passes by as you blink..
so most chose to continue through life eyes closed avoid the pain..
avoiding the tide till the storm passes and only remains the rain..
Open your eyes for your blinded by light shined from those in the dark..
you let injustices happen and weigh them light on your heart...
How bout the 13 year old girl who was raped and killed..
body left mutilated found weeks later in the landfill...
Should we say we let this happen how could we not see..
the ever growing events leading up to this tragedy..
no one payed attention to her so she got it how she could..
Showing off pre pubecent body to men up to no good..
not only did she get attention she also got cash...
bet she never picutred her neck left with a gash..
Unseen invisible to those that chose not to see ..
so this situation occurs more frequently where is divinity..
who in this world is good anymore who has a heart left..
who does actions of love for reasons other than self..
it seems were all rushing and leaving people behind..
Like we lost our damn mynd stuck in the grind taught to be unkind..
The future is darker that the pupil of my optics if we don't recognize this problem and stop it..
I'm not a prophet but i recognize those only that live for prophet..
money is the root of all evil you worshipin lucifer so stop it..
What is life without god though at times he seems absent..
i can't handle it like hot melting pots that everyone caps it.....
INSANE JOKA LYRICIST
Ran as fast as his legs could carry em but it wasn't enough...
Little kid was tough sure, but 5 older guys tend to get rough...
Beat em to teach em a lesson that sadly his mind never proccessed and read..
Cuase they didn't stop beating him until they left him braindead..
and why does this happen who that fucked up mentally...
and was even more fucked up is that it was a case of mistaken identity...
They didn' know him but had no problem takin his life what gives them the right..
Race vs. race the black community verses the whites for neighborhood rights....
Cept in this case it was 1 on 5 wow how fuckin unfair could got make the circumstance..
little benny had asmetha couldn't run and verses 5 older guys he never had a chance...
The sad twists of fate take those that we love , are accquainted with and don't even know...
but in this example this kid had no clue what was going on i imagine the terror as his life from him did go..
i heard about it on the radio said it was sad and proceeded to move on with my life...
yet when the mood hits me right like to tonight i take a moment to write scrolls of this poor childs life..
a nice guy a great smile all he ever did was love his mother and try to get good grades..
one mistake made introduces him to the grave watch the company you keep for fakes...
For fuck sakes when they pulled the plug he was already gone...
how strong on long was he beaten on in order to make that much of this face gone...
I was vexed at the world why does shit like this happen random violence i blow up on and keep on rappin...
My temples i'm tappin to keep from snappin cause they didn't to shit to the killers after it happened...
But street justice previaled they caught slugs at point blank from a randdom car...
and although its not right to say heaven or hell i give a fuck about where they are...
They killed Benny i didn't know him well but 15 is to young to die..
so i turn my head to the sky tearin up in my eye as i struggle not to cry...
INSANE JOKA LYRICIST
i'm under rated literally look up above
dropping in this freestyle making your church release doves
i'm seattle so there's no trace of the gloves
what's left in this mess died with the love..
God Bless
fuck-a cover of rolling stone... i'd rather be sittin at home...
all alone in my underwear... yes: tha chest hair is shown...
i don't give a rapid fire guess as to wat a vest is for...
perhaps to protect a bitch's back when she on tha floor...
cause i got no need for beds... i'd rather sex on tables instead...
just no breakin them... or u can expect ur pussy to be dead...
walkin wit snot comin out my nose and nobody knows...
that wat actually shows is not mucus: it's night worms wit no glow...
EATIN MY CHEERIO'S, in Idaho, I don't know Ms. Ohio...
i was high ho so just leave me tha fuck alone...
a freestyle grammer is just flatter than this nailed hammer...
bails from slammer is harder when ur words r a stammer...
shame shame on tha game for realizin my name...
after this flow i'm sure everbody will relize i'm insane...
i shot my brain cause it talked too much... and played music...
in my ear... wat i hear... is 50 and Tupac shootin....
but i'm used to it: hear it in my dreams when i see tha G's...
made from stars... I'm always seein tha dreamteam...
damn this shit that i hit was good but could u...
get me some tomato juice... and u need some too...
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- I'd Be Brilliant, If Only, It Was Not For Love's Immortal Stand Offs -
...Understandable...
wut on my mind iight...
just made a new beat, first in while//
got a sick ryhtm like venom in bile//
yah this verse is wack, but wuteva//
plus right now too high to be cleva//
just asked a few questions n got beat up//
the question was simple, no reason to heat up//
ur tempa, but wuteva, now im written this//
n after this ryme imma hafta piss//
cuz right b4 it i drank a liter of sprite//
hear comes a burp to my mothers delight//
eh fuck it, forget about manners//
when when it comes to it some assholes will ban yah//
for no apparent reason, just to feel tuff//
im probly gunna get banned for this, o wellthis enuff//
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im like a wizard with a crystal ball//
forseeing the future, any mc vs me will fall//
its like im in an insane asylum//
produce mad thoughts im rhymin//
my productions have no boundaries//
illness has now found me//
call me a sheppard the way i herd mcs//
line em up and rip em perfectly//
i been bein hated but still been merkin/
my soul is ackin my heart in hurtin/
im consealed behind lies but i'll lift the curtain/
im tryin all possible ways yet nuthin is workin/
i feel like the outsider fight ta get in/
i got coke tucked low and hoes im pimpin/
if nigga talk shit then i hit him/
and leave 33 slugd on the chest like pipen/
i been a gangsta why before yall/
i was sippin on heny b4 kids could crawl/
i slang rap do drugs and ball/
he whos on top shall now fall/
for grillin-me i'll slice off ya dome faster then a guillo-tine
ya ass is weaker then a pillow-seam like when u dream a killin-me
i'm tellin u man i ain't 1 2 be fucked-wit choppin off mull-ets
hakin off ya arm an huck-it so far it'll reach the island a nantuck-et..chump
man buck up suck-it-up ya luck-is-up yo ass is nothin-tough
u kno u getten roughed up, blowin u over without even-a-puff
watch me even-it-up i'm leavin-u-snuffed bleve me-n-trust
in my cuts cuz i always back-em-up if i say i'm gona brake bones..
i'm gona drop some histarical shit till ya crackin-up
just be backin-up befor i pull some drastic-stuff
This rap game to me is like some sort of disease//
It fills me with hunger, thats why I eat these emcees//
Most of ya think way too highly of yourselves//
You think all or rhymes will be perfect? Bitch go to hell//
Sayin' I'm whack because ya got some respect on RB?//
I'd like to see some you homos make it big on B-E-T//
Yea, so unless you done that, don't get on my shit//
Cuz 'dawg' at least I know that my good lines aren't 'bite'//
Fuck this, I ain't got nothing else that I really need to say//
I hope that everyone on this site knows 'we all die someday'//
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WorKin' On This ShiZ
niggas get blasted see cuz i aint playin games "my brother"
you wanna run from my battle fine i jus lay it to ya mother
aint another mother fucker who could flow like this
kid tryin ta rap audio but stays mic less
when i write dis its off da dome like slug from my barrel
that ripe up ya vest like you was rockin normal apparel
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