rhymin was meant for me its like an art of storytellin
i'm lyricly inclined, quick witted, and tasteful like a melon
keep it suspenseful and of course very sensual
piss people off with my skills like they were menstrual
call me sun cause im here to pour down my shine
who wouldve thought?pill boy can actually rhyme
Its the Da Caliph, a Authentik spittaz elation\Fah those who don't know that a Real spittaz celebration\So dont come in my circle fuckin around I leave on some perturbation\Fah tilted minds that feeling alarmed or agitaion\\I'm nerve reckin son I'm known to leave em neurasthenic\But if you think you & ya crew real then yall can come and get it\\
I'll serve ya like a fein on the scene wit my retinue\Set it up and battle the "bitch outta you"\watch dude work up an attitude\\Fool, on the mic I'm a killa, spit unlimited bars of a thrilla, leave ya brain precarious\Ya actors wont stick to the script cause they scared of us\\Cause they know, I'll beat em in wit a mashie\And walk away wit ya thoughts on the pavement lookin nasty\I'm gettin rasty\\Steady petulance\
I'm the #1 contender, wanna shot then katch a stance\\Lyrically and physically I'll knock ya ass out, that'll be the denouement\Or we can take it to pistols in the booth, where we bring the chrome in\\Divergence is I got a vest and you don't\And when the sparks flyin out, I'm gone survive and you wont\\And I aint even gotta pull, cause my ly-rics is consumptive\Destructive\Wasteful to any muh-fukas and emcees amongst em\\And when I'm done they wanna get pugilistic\Pullin out guns aimin fah shit and shit missed it\\
Last edited by Da Caliph; May 22nd, 2005 at 02:44 PM
man a nigga from the street tryin to make a livin in the rap game/
look for the next beat tyrin to get paid off battles cause most niggas be lame/
but they the only one that should be a shamed, cause it was not gift/
but im hood wit mine and i not commercial wit it and i aint neva going to make shift/
but i will murder a nigga they dont come wit the right lyrics,so be prepared for the god father/
cause i whip your ass like i was playin on happy gilmore and i was bob barker/
cause my rhymes keep getting darker,where they adopt to its surroundings/
so niggas thats not real you lookin for a serios pounding/
yo no ones saying that im saying something different
but im a different kid so you'll be the first listening
bout whos whispering and talking obnixious
saying that getcha you dotted like chicken poxes
the new cat buildin 'ships like im building blocks
but on that note i take a toke of that hazy smoke,
take a joke that i wrote and flip it and sing it in note
then someones going somewhere
but that aint you its me poking out like scruffy hair
and thats enough outta all yall over there that never cared,
not standing on top, im bringing a chair so i can chill up there
My flow rights the wrongs,
and subues the dawns,
the possibility of erasing and defacing your humanity,
my insanity can rule by moral force,
the orbital rotation of my persuasion
can't be met with money,
Im like John the Babtist,
I feed off locusts and honey
The R. -The Illest Ever Kid-
I'm what's Known as Sick, freeze flames with the Coldest Spits
Insane thoughts without limits, can't control my wits
Explosive Hits that leave opposition Dead in Tracks
Plus I'm the realest nigga ever know to leave your Head in Cracks
Speaking of Faults, I split the Earth using Lethal Assulats
I dance with the Devil, slowly, while Leading the Waltz
The hottest flames, but coldest spits like defrosting a Fire
I Inspire you niggaz to rethink your skills, and Retire..
More money, more problems, don't give a fuck, just gimmie the chance-
I'm a black cold hearted kat who thinks my nina huggin my waist is real romance=
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Heat niggaz like pop tarts when the semi sparks,it stop hearts-
I shoot at niggas, like they the bulls eye, and playin darts=
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Strugglin, husslin, and thuggin is most dudes only opposition-
I'm a henchman, get you missin, betta listen, these kats is no competition=
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Satan unlocked his gates, and said, welcome~to~hell-
When I first started grindin wit the iron, and I seldomly~failed=
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I done ko'd what I thought was competition in this so called Art of War-
Fuckin wit Animosity now, makin sure there are~no~more-
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Cause I'll delogic niggaz myself, give 'em a scar~to~tha~core-
Till there are no more, I'ma keep startin~a~war-
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And markin em off the list wit Animosity till I got my Final Four-
Oh and I see u fag-niggaz, dressin behind the screen idolizin~ya~whore=
bubblin and risen to the top like rock on a burner
everyday i get better,with this im a quick learner
comes natural to me just have to unleash my full potential
realease all this shit off my shoulders b4 i go mental
hard times bring good rhymes people relate to everyday life
i couldnt be anymore blunt, i'm sharp like a double edged knife
none of these cats are dressed in black its all an act
-i'm the kind of nigga to come fru the front door wit a gat
wack lyrics make me finish went i mention niggaz physic's
-dont let me win it i'll start mentioning words like deminished
please nigger i aint nufin without my pen and pad writing skits
-the 1st word i'm a spit....will have u pissing like a bitch
my rhymes are the greatest your rhymes are just the latest
-my rhymes be making stack up, your rhymes NIGGA SHUT UP
written voices makes hidden noises
wat up
I expose my true form,
from interior to exterior i morph,
internal force,
the trails,
through the mystism,
lead to IsIs, the worldwide crisis,
Spawned in the 19th Galaxy,
this fallacy, masters me, from the master of the ming dynasty,
to a master of blastphomy,
the brigade strikes again,
the pain remains, and frames a picture in mind, that binds you visions,
im a holy marskmen, Snipen christian sharks an,
preach Catholic forgery,
get to clost to me,
I'll strangle you with the popes rosary..
The R. -The Illest Ever Kid-
had to pause for a minute
da kid had writers block
but when it come to da money
you know i stay pumpin da block
i got my gat in da whip so if a nigga fake
you know im dumpin dem shots, cuz since i was
a lil dude niggas aint like me, first day in da sand box
a nigga wanted to fight me, but for a a nigga to beat me
has always been very unlikely, a nigga like me stay in da
office during da day but on da strip nightly,
B. whitley...the sickest and the quickest/
bout to flick this track and catch ya intrest/
neva miss this...spit rhyme in a lip twist/
on everybodys wish list for christmas/
i got need to be the realist G/
weed fo free...sack stashed for emergency/
baby we can meet up and we can see/
how it would be if we had a little rondeveee/
or Rendezvous whatever ya wanna do/
im cruisin through rolling with the VC crew/
i got my brew and my copenhagen chew/
we the B town homies ya know how we do/
west coast the most to boast...i lay this toast/
its my post to the day i roast...i speak this oath/
i can hope my growth will not erode my dome/
forget not to roam to the boys at home/
all my homies DO THAT....
all hommies do that.... fuck bitches and get paid
then have these big booty hoes shaking there azz on stage
it Darth Mual baby tha ugly niggaz with spike all over his head
turning these emcees into paper that can be eaisley shreds
tha crew CAN gang illest niggaz that droppin
dont get car jack with out CAN mix tape in yo deck hommie end up in coffin
hommie i spit offen
you can catch me in Boston
throwing my bear cup on paul perice cuzz all he doing is talking
Im death in the flesh, I rest in a vest
Sleepin in spray gear markin bitches I put to rest with my tech
Im set for the steps, im ecalating fast as sky scrapers
Im not soft and chewy, im hard to break like the now on them laters
Im over powerin the haters, I live hours in the acres
BUt in the open fields, I still got it to put showers on the fakers
I'm that nigga who can kill u in 8 bars
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