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This is freestyle, so anything goes but racism, I'd imagine.
Tear it up!
SIX (6) LINES MINIMUM!
Please adhere to that rule so us mods don't have to fuck with you!
This is freestyle, so anything goes but racism, I'd imagine.
Tear it up!
Yo...I'm that guy they call the Infernol, cuz I speak the heat in a cypha circle
These cats is bitch made eversince the day their mama birth'em
I keep plain and simple, you could get it with an IQ of Bulwinkle
Raggady Anne and Andy can't stand me because I'm free of wrinkles
This from off the top in 15 seconds and it GA I'm reppin
Neva a bitch I'm stressin I leave like them jeans GUESSin...yep!
BeWaRe ThE hEaT......
WiTnEss Da
Nu GeNeRaTioN
Make sure you all don't even fuck with the gamesta
Cuz I'll no doubt come outta no where and shank ya
Bitch I'ma have to thank ya
For even thinkin I'm a gangsta
But some shit that i'ma have to really do
is knock out whack rappers and they crew
because we don't need em all on rap battles beyotch
My crews good enough to fill all the spots
If you wanna battle then you came to the right place
Make sure you know that i'm always ahead of the race
Just incase, you need to catch up on the pace
Not great, was jsut a non stop type flow
I lot of cats try to act really, but they know that they fake
It seems that always into some shit just like the letter "H"/
I'm dodging disses from every direction
But they so weak that I easily deflect 'em/
I'm talk 'bout nobody yet but if it came down to it
Y'all cats is real shitty, just like that brown fluid//KES
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I slash ya throat while you cry for Jesus/
Divine with reasons time maching arriving while your mama breathing/
And snatch your ass out her lining and turn you to a dying fetus/
I'm gangsta with freestyles and morbid with rhymes/
Stabbing ya ass with swords and rigid spines through ya forehead and eyes/
So in my basement the front door says more dead will lie/
Ima lyrical phemone with a passion for verbal lashings
Trashing any competition with most avid actions
I'm blastin skulls my opposition Dev disintegrates
Leavin craters in their ribcages the size of dinner plates
But anyways enough flaunting I'm the most daunting of all
Name on the wall of fame like a stain in tha stall
Steer clear or feel fear its a guarenteed given
Find you corpse underwater where it was apparently driven
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sum niggaz ride for dough, fame and hoez/
i say fuck dat, i ride for da love of da flowz/
gotta love wat u do, cant have skill without passion/
datz why these wankstaz resort to slashin/
i just gotta ask "why", just let da world hear ya voice/
i cant, like "jadakiss", i aint a thug by choice/
Hustlaz EXpressionz
"Twenty years have gone by in these backstabbin streets....
So you spark up a match and you feel the cold heat...
Far too many illusions even children are strapped..
So if you fall for the cheese....
You'll get jacked by the trap!
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I be spittin line threats.....workin widda different mindset
none of yall have seen grindin till u've witnessed my sweat
liftin rhyme vets, then throwin 'em in the abyss of no return
when i spit, ya overturned......u try n diss, ya soul will burn
no one learns from a dumbshit, but they do from dumb mistakes
n an example of that---is comin at me wit somethin fake
I aint playin games no mo...i'm past the kid shit, understood?
i'm serious wit niggas, especially if they from another hood
if u dont usually run, ya should---cuz i'ma lyrical monsta
eatin these herbs day ta' day, as if i lack spiritual conduct
like a biblical product--i should be praised fo my content
God sent...i can smell fear in these cats, it's a strong scent
i was gone for a while but im back to crack skulls/
my rhyme scheme's irregular like a fat persons pulse//
impulsively spittin important shit and i aint quitin/
my words are more meaningful than diamonds to white women//
im as real as they cum only truth used in my oral spasms/
the stupid shit that you say faker than ur girlfriends orgasms//
what's the problem with these complications in time/
rewinding back to refine the rhyme with a better line/
insight got me clouded to see truth in night/
so in night I strive to survive my own plight/
but decieving my thoughts to bless countless spots/
on this world we live/
spreading influence as I'm smashing upon the rocks/
given what won't spin/
instead I'm reluctant to the ultimate sin/
death by suicide will never be forgived/
and I'm lost, confused and dazed in a world of yesterday/
the pain, fused with shame and my existense can't be explained/
stuck in the words, "silent as the grave"/
and still I'm here, full of complaints/
........ just take me away to a better place/
<center><table style=filter:GLOW(color=red)>Atmosphere - inspirations of following in the footsteps of story tellin rhymes</table></center>
<center>Corrupted Visions</center>
<center><table style=filter:GLOW(color=black)>Giving Sight A Third Eye</table></center>
Act One:
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Polished and refined to bring a new groove to crews/
gestures meaning lesser to negotiations between me and you/
so what’s this heartache all of a sudden edge’in to your seat/
fuck it, cement shoes and 200 feet oughta be pretty sweet/</table>
Words of Wisdom:
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color="blue"><table style=filter:GLOW(color=white)>it's perplexity set in a realism of our world/
it's textual content, stepping stones on broken pearls/
if wisdom is a need be vent for visualizing truth/
then let be proof, demise the break between adults and youth/</table>
Ayo all of these wack need to just bounce back
And wit just cheese on the mind, get caught in a mouse trap/
I'm pure heat like I was raised in fire
I'm the hottest thing to come out of N.O since Jambalaya/
Just cause I'm down south, don't mean I'm down low
I'll leave yo top leanin like a Bobby Brown fro//KES
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who else do u know, that would hang around low lifes/
roll dice, get rich hitten six, all i did was roll twice/
hands and wrist so numb, i cant even hold ice/
jesus pieace so cold, niggaz thought i froze christ/
mcz dont battle me, cause they know my flows nice/
i train physicly, niggaz see me walkin with swolled mics/
i give dick like airflights, thats why all bitches hold tight/
i put dimebags in shoeboxes, cops swore i sold nikes/
The only nigga better than me is retiring.
You ain't ready..........
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it's insensitivity that get bitches blind sided to cry/
yo intensity let's get this battle back on the rise/
cuz I wasn't through with dissin you with morals/
just strap on cement shoes and drop you to the coral/
cuz I'm just about tired of listenin to you drop beef on everyone here/
steer clear of it bitch cuz your a delinquint strapped in jumpsuit gear/
no beef bro I got respect for ya. I just wanna get somethin goin here to entertain myself.
<center><table style=filter:GLOW(color=red)>Atmosphere - inspirations of following in the footsteps of story tellin rhymes</table></center>
<center>Corrupted Visions</center>
<center><table style=filter:GLOW(color=black)>Giving Sight A Third Eye</table></center>
Act One:
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color="blue"><table style=filter:GLOW(color=white)>
Polished and refined to bring a new groove to crews/
gestures meaning lesser to negotiations between me and you/
so what’s this heartache all of a sudden edge’in to your seat/
fuck it, cement shoes and 200 feet oughta be pretty sweet/</table>
Words of Wisdom:
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color="blue"><table style=filter:GLOW(color=white)>it's perplexity set in a realism of our world/
it's textual content, stepping stones on broken pearls/
if wisdom is a need be vent for visualizing truth/
then let be proof, demise the break between adults and youth/</table>
I'ma MC known for bringin nothin but death n destruction
puttin out these hazardous raps in an endless production
i aint trippin, unlike these cats when they steppin n rushin
so when i lash out, these muthafuckas is left wit concussions
i'm restless when bussin--i git a rush puttin cowards in holes
in the ground wit the moles...when i land these powerful blows
I've got sharp thoughts on my mind, animosity shroudin ma' soul
so ballistic actions...is simply somethin i dunno how ta' control
straight cloudin ma' foes - wit my presence somewhat ghostlike
i'm always watchin.....jus ta' make sure u dumbfucks dont bite
i got dual bitches,
many kisses, fuck a Misses,
aint about the riches,
and i got em both lined up like stiches,
they want my body, partial hotties,
but all I see is tits and ass, condom anybody?
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