im not the type to blow my own trumpet...
but when i go audio..i no you will bumpit..
my style dont leave a lump..but a mound..
lyrically im the greatest around...
from the west side..with the latest of sound...
i can pick them out..so all you haters be found...
never went to school ..but im classed as a lyrical genious..
my rhymes are the direct oppisote of tedious...
im a king thats why i remain leading this...
Quiet down everyone, The main attraction has arrived
Surrounded by all these herbs, It wasn't hard to survive
These people talking about they're money and wealthly
But they're skills are hiding its because they're being stealthy
Lines would flow like honey if its possible with text
My rhymes are correct all these people talking bout is sex
I would be the champion of RB but problem is im new
Who wrote the rules that say noobs cant be cool
Damn It, Im The Sickest Kid On This Planet,
I Lift Weights, To Stay In Shape.......But I Never Been Challenge
Competion There Is None, I Fear None, I Swear DuN
If Im Not God.....Im Like His Right Hand Man....Im Near Him
Im Conceited....J's Not Afraid To Admit It...Im Always Blazin
I Put Kids Down To Rest....Like One Of My Alias Is Play-Pin
Hey Yall.....Im A day Ahead Like Something Previous Recorded
You Got The Perfect Images In Ur Head....But They All Distorted
I Got Pussy On Smash, Im Hooded When I Blast
Even If I Was Garbage?.....I'll Be The Perfect Trash
i'm da best wit no contest//
all the rest are just not da best//
i beleive that i'm better than all the rappers//
my lyrics will lay you to rest//
i'll make sure when i die ima be the best//
heres the rules when you battle wit//
i'm gonna take da win wit me//
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Fell the wrath of da pain of Mc_PT and there iz no other name!!!!
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When it comes to self glorification, I started the organization
The rest rejects the reason why they here I can't give no explanation...
Anyways I don't drink Pepsi, but I lead the new generation
The Source gave me 5 mics, Biggie and Pac did the honoration...
When it comes to bein dope, I got the plaque and certification
I had no other choice took it over, thats my manifest destination....
The best in the place non other then that brother...
J saint and like he bodies you we roll un D cover..
The better of all the J wanna be's got no time for the beef..
But i'll have your jaw in a jar bout this time next week..
On some texas chainsaw massacre shit ..
And then scoop your girl up and get none other then the clit..
willingly or not whatever i'm high so what i care..
J saint is the shit throw your hands in the air...
ayo im like 8 posts from bein a light weight
nigga I drink more den a fish...still bein a lightweight
u try to contest wit me...aint no competition
I come thru wreckin niggaz wit my ghetto diction
but a niggas middle name be affliction
I bring pain to niggaz brain to keep dem tryin
but all that duz is start weak niggaz cryin
aint no lyin...I only tell da truth
yall niggaz words are soft...mine knock out ya tooth
see yall gotta understand what I be sayin
go to da morgue to see who I been layin
yo muva, yo bruva, yo aint and ya sista
kids be sayin..."Stunn, please dont wet my dad, miSta"
I brush em off...lay down his pops
a nigga aint got no feelin...now gimme my props. 1
Last edited by LSG; September 2nd, 2004 at 12:13 PM Reason: firs line "DInk" needs ta be "DRINK"
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Time to wake this fuckin game up, since i came up/
I witnessed faggot fake cats tryna stay tough/
Im way up, on that fuckin skill ladder u faggots cant c me/
Cant flow freely, i smack da raps right back so damn easy/
I jus keep droppin shit, flexxin my glock and cockin it/
When i buss this slug, bitch, u aint gon b stoppin it/
I aint gon say im da best cuz no doubt, theres better/
Imma magician, could come at u wit a empty tech, n still fuckin wetcha.
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Join the thoroughest crew on RB here.
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On Vacation, Bitches.
aight ill come soft...da verse wit out da curse
fuck dat nigga im hard enuf to steal my own moms purse
maybe even put her in a hearse
I aint got beef wit moms...I jus say wut I think
yea sum niggas may think I need a shrink
but I say kiss my ass and wash my car
before I lay u down wit my lyrical bar
so ferious when I get delirious from niggas gettin curious...like george
nigga to bury u ill thro u in da gourge
no one find ur ass it be a perfect crime
but when ya moms cant find u she betta not whine
I lay her down too, but first right a note
my son is stupid...I gotta bring him his damn coat
im goin to hell to bring it to him
ill tell da devil dat YunG Stunn sent him...1
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The MC stay scaren out noobs,
they all went to there fathers to try to sue me,
im the stronger titanic n this time icebergs cant get thru me,
i merk pussy MCs even by accident....OPPSIE DOOPSIE!!!,
the light shines on me and im blessed with this talent,
sorry that my styles too sick..........my mind is absent!!!!!!!,
im bored^^^lmao
BIAAATCH fighter.. rapbattles bitter on stage.. kaje is all the rage.. everything but him is in the rong place.. my raps are outta space.. whille other emcees die just to get a taste... i win the race without puffin... my punches r tuff n'.. my words 'll get you stumbling... while the stage is rummbling.. so turn the page and give it up to emcee kaje
^^^^^ that's 5 lines ma'man
im so dope my lines are from columbia
fuck crews im my own mafia i'll slaughta ya
took the mic and infeted to arabia
new dessert hieghts to rewrite scrolls
planted top pyrimids roll down hill
Ra over seen and Nubus stole your soul
call me ill spittin if you have to i dont care
reppin on the mic when i can cuz its dope there
bringin hits, straight from the bong, but guess what, no i wont share
ima slice through you, and leave blood on your fuckin throat yeah...
im not the one, who needs to fuckin quit this
it aint my name up on your mafias hit list
shit bitch, your dick drips, grab the fuckin stick shift
i be rockin mics with a hell of a lot of sickness
well judging by the post im the illest in the room
when i die, they'll have to decontaminate my tomb
I spit hot shit like i been eatin baked prunes
I got screens in a benz that downpour like moonsoons
young capone in da fort so begin tha hatred
Leave hataz in the dust till u faggots is ancient
Last edited by Punchline Prince; September 11th, 2004 at 03:32 PM
self glorification right there at its finest
what was that i said, i cant remember writin it
anyhow here goes, ima re-glorify myself
high rollin, drugs stolen, im still scorin the wealth
when im dead and gone, buried in the ground
ya'll want my fuckin toe nails, one hit' is like a pound'
hits from the bong, damn straight i cant be wrong
empty out the ice t, coff'ee bottle for a bong
bit af garden hose, not the type to blow ya nose
make ya'self a cone, and away i fuckin go
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