my flow is serious, everday im leaving cats with writers block smashed up and delierous
dudes ask question cause they curious, then i have'em going on the fast door fast-and-furious! im ready for what comes my way in the game, im'a a picture perfect frame. sliceing and diceing thangs, dont be ashamed.. it happens often. my lyrics so sick they can leave yah ass coufin,
i need an OUTlet to plug IN my flowz/
push BACK the dirt and let FORTH as my elevation growz/
the WAR on these streetz iz like iraq'z inner PEACE/
never flat DOWN or straight UP like denim with a crease/
watz the POINT of this flow? not a DULL illusion/
i added to the hip hop'z OCCUPANCY and left a VACANCY for newcomer'z intrusion/
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the street'z in my blood, not choosin to be a thug/ but ill do wat i gotta to be whole, but i cant leave, the street'z captured my soul..../
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My homies be runnin and bust'n no trustn a cousin,
i'll smack you in ya mouth if you infront of me cuss'in/
Over here in pittsburgh, they call me bettis the bus,
cause when im rushing i bust threw your crew like a school bus/
lol, my bad everybody, i aint too good at freestyle''n yet, i thought i'd give it a try. Peace
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TRILLVILLE
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ok this is a recent occurance
I ran into this girl yo mah was so right
like a girl you see once and decide to be wit all night
i aint talkin a one night stand im talkin a whole life man
mah walks around in pricey whips things i bought her fam
and her ex's believe me when i say me n her have Karma
cuzz when i speak its like a mircale man i cause no trama
(remix of break bread)
yo nikka aint no one start mo trouble than me
my rep my name n my crew in known al ova Cali
i start a ruccus juss to prove i can end it no need to cramp
yall can catch me pushin heavy whips in tha Gas Lamp
cuzz i only hit tha real locations nigga i am tha pain
ill put a knot in ya wallet and say uve had a cash gain
i aint known fa bein busted ask Lil Rob ima break u off
leave u right there or right here wit ya homie wit a seriuos cough
yall still talkin about tha A-Town stomp ill do a T-I brush
put ya hand on my shoulder and be nuffin but a scuff
Life Is 10% What Happens To You;
90% How You React To It.
G-city......groove baby!....
round here we got the G-flow, no matta how we all on the street code, skate scene rappin scheme yo/ im come from the country bout 15 miles, who's line is it anyway like Ryan Stiles/ my turn you next, so learn then text, groove city out ta make ya cranium flex/ type, spit, write, flip, tip toein on some weak flowin hits, groove baby out flippin the script/ but yall im weak tonight so hur's my last line, tomorrow im gunna write a rhyme, that im gon spit buff -n- shine!!! lmao
PLAYIN 'ROUND RHYME CUH!!!! I CANT DO WAY BETTER!!!!!!
PEACE!
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now i aint into playin games im so serious
run into ya on tha streets make u deliroius
ull see a blue flag but i aint on tha Snoop track
so theres no Pharrel no one to have my back
ill take you on my own and im kinda pissed off
im tired of ppl judgin me fa wut i do they needa jump tough
tell me to my face if ya have a problem lets have a confrontation
or else keep it 2 yaself so we dotn have no mo obituations
Life Is 10% What Happens To You;
90% How You React To It.
fuck the bullshit i'm that new dude in town/
ready to start lettin off rounds on these bitch niggas tryin to figure out who i am/
well guess wut niggas i'm that mystery man/
goddammit man i say nigga so much u would think i was down with the ku klux klan/
i'm leaving wack ass motherfuckers were they stand/
cuz i am that little nigga that comes thru like a veit-kong guerilla/
fuck this rap shit.....it's MICKEY AVALON NIGGA!!!!!
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MICKEY AVALON BITCH!!!
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It was a lazy Sunday afternoon as i walked across my grave
gazing past my tomb confused assuming i'd lost the way
when God had played his chips an paper in favor of my behavior
i'd came to the plate but became afraid so with satan i ditched the savior
but shit's the same here the rain appears in this weird mysterious fashion
ashamed the tears mirror the peers that just adhere to cash in
on the passion of the bastard who plastered his scripture in the classroom
attacked the last youth who tagged epitaths on the casts of sad truths
and had you asked whom it was that tugged the rug from beneath my feet
i would have answered it was the cancer that had entranced earth's beat
breath in now breath out the doubts that drowned and pound the sentences
forever dissmisive of the clowns when the frown is where the intrest is
and in most instances a princess lives amidst the changing climates
though i suggest you keep your distance kid from these vicious primates
for crime rates are cheap and peeps seek to keep the market flooded
martyrs discarded just like carpets by the heartless bludgeoned
the garbage i'd trudged in then rushed in to accept a sex deception
except for 2-D artists it's the hardest to harness depth perception
the greatest collection of shards rip fixin to kiss the carnage
take an eraser to her face until this pain is garnished
...
Bustin out with more bars than havin two boxes of broken twix/
Hang with ghetto thugs and redneck hicks while we smoke wicky sticks/
Fuck all this, six bars change the I to an E and I'll get Freaky on E/
Now its like camo fatigues cause you cant see me if I was Cena in tha WWE/
Bitches you all know this RB shit is Free thanks to the World wide web/
Dropin mad rappers like I sip 40z of OE and hang with Omar Ebbs/
Its a Def Jam when people without hearing are mixin up 12 inches/
The war is here the time is now I'm holdin my gun tight in tha trenches/
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Rb isnt free fuck the web it ill steal your fuckin soul like you stole your fuckin flow/
Yeah bitch i know i cuss alot you got a gun fuck that i got a tomahawk/
Ill stick my hand in your mama's twat oh no i lost my 10 dollar kmart wrist watch/
who wana talk metaphors watch me metamorph into a skeletor megazord/
and i stole the soul of motzart got so much fuckin flow got arrested by the coastguard/
im so dope i had to go into rehab dunk my nuts in yer momas mouth like a tea bag
VA Slim
beefin with me son, is a beef with the devil/
step it up bitch cuz you ain't close to my level/
you droppin a verse but you neva had a chance/
pack it up son and head it over to the next class/
and like school, I'm the teacher and you've been told/
sell out bitch cuz your wackness is startin to get old/
Intensity
intensifyin the heat but bitch you as cold as snow/
unbereable when my rhymes cut you like a chizzel on stone/
so just ground out the power to execute your verse/
you spit hard but I merk you as if I'm Murs/
and if you ain't down with the way I switch the rythm/
take it back to preschool, to hunt yourself some children/
<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>
Come on Gene I know you can do better than that
For that you get shot up, leave yo head in yo back/
But it's wrap for you beef wit somebody else
My bars is hot, seems like they makin somebody melt/
But Gene Pool I'ma give you a chance to make an excuse
I'm about to hang you out to dry, so now I'm makin the noose//KES
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Eyo, i'm built ta' hurt...bout ta' put my skills ta' work
i'll kill u twerps...leave u on the ground as u spill n squirt
nothin but blood n gore......seepin thru cuts n sores
bustin whores while bringin havoc wit my corrupted lore
touch the sword...the lyrical blade'll split ya fingertips open
ya need ta' quit mopin...
..........dont be mad jus cuz my verbal seniorship's potent...
my name is Goby, bigger dick than moby
make ya feel hot, like smokin' a dubi
cant find me cus im a expensive ruby
worth more than this kid ravage
he saw my dick, he became a savage
dis kid is wack, no wonder he aint back
whats a guy do when hes got many choices,
each girl defined by the way I hear their voices,
I remember unique beauty from certain individuals,
preferably I like ones wit conversation residuals,
yeah if you look at it medical,
of course they're all identical,
the difference inside is the difference that matters,
every female has breasts, i need more to be flattered,
so ethically I just want one, more than a good friend,
someone that makes life better, someone heaven sent
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