While your taking drastic measures
to trash talk your bretherens
your spiting sentences
with no sense in 'em
so who exactly you impressing son?
You texting dumb,
like a retard in a comp. course
I'll bombard this bitch
and watch him drop his purse
And what's worse...
This Jerk's left in the dirt
merked and now tell us
Dirk, how bad does it hurt?
i'm wonderin why this niggas lines are so short.. dog get your mind in order.
hold up. does anyone have a kicking tee .. i'ma punt his ass back across the border!
anyways.. let's do this freestyle shit..
i should pass out an electric bill, cuz i'm keepin RB lit!
most these "emcees" got me wonderin what they doin here
so for all you wack bitches, i'ma welcome you to the falloff..
....of yall's "career"
let me fix the structure up, i'd hate to make it difficult to read
but then again most ya'll still working on ya G.E.D's
most ya'll the lazy type .. forgin sick notes to stay outta P.E.
i got one question? how any of ya'll gonna beat me?
I enthral audiences, you appall with weak substance.
My verses erupt with napalm, yours are filled with nothing.
You're purely fronting with poor english and grammatical errors.
I'll abort this fetus and rid of this problematical terror.
And I don't mean to be the bearer of unfortunate details,
But you've failed to prevail; your WORDs will never EXCEL,
so quit the false self-publicity, you're feeding yourself egotistically
based on low complexity and feeling surpreme to illogical extremes.
You've come short of reality, learn how to present yourself properly.
You're looking sloppy and your script is floppy, so i flip it with no problem B.
I solemnly swear to horroribly impair this dwarf's ability to communicate,
but like it would matter much because no one heard you anyway.
Listen, Style switch.. so check
Come in, flag on my side buckin the 3's/
till the shots start to buckle ya knees/
niigga please, fall back before ya body drop its degrees/
To the point it feel like ya whole body on freeze/
Stop, pause and check ya self/
before them supa-soakers wet cha belt/
waist up to ya chest and blast ya face/
with ya eyes on fire like a i blasted mace/
Ima ace, aint no way ill change it.. but/
run ya pockets, thats good enuff payment/
Else wise we gon have a verbal engagement/
thatll leave u face down on the pavement... its nuthin
Trip and stumble like crippled runners at track meets
Watch you slip and tumble, head jumbled with scratched knees.
Your bars are a struggle to uncover under that over slashed screen
I'm a lethal impact to this, here, mumbled-wack emcee.
Have you fumbling with your testes to CUM up plentifully,
Your whole text piece is demolished by end of these
pleasantly diverse set of contents, breaking down your "progress",
you're only touching ground wearing a hyphy shirt like a long dress.
Now, I'm not mocking your fashion trends,
I'm just knocking your common sense...
And just being honest, your ebonics is a joke all in it's self;
propose some proper knowledge, your jagged dialect is no help,
that style expired back when education began in it's entire
In dire consequence, I'd hand you a dictionary...get inspired!
then maybe your lyrical attempts can seriously effect
the outcome of your desire to reach pennacle success.
Copper-tops pop out of the gat and splat your brains out of your skull and onto the wall
The call of the wild, my style is out of control, and I got a firm hold on the rap game
Your rap's tame, and it's all the same, blame the OGs like oh geez, they're at it again
On a scale from a one to ten, I'm a fucking million, like a million dollars and if you like my shit
Just holler, let your voice ring out, take a stand and sing out while I bring out the big toys
The big boys, we bring the heat, turn niggas to lunchmeat, 'cause my niggas ain't got shit to eat
And you lookin' like a prime suspect, make you wonder what's next as we bring down the house
And bring down your bitch's blouse, nigga, whatchu gon' do about it? Shut the fuck up
Unless you gonna buck up, and get shot down, 'cause you niggas is clowns and I'm
The motherfucking shit when I spit, and you can't compete when I bring the heat,
So don't even try, just take your faggot ass home and cry.
Style Switch-
Get money, stack paper, fuck bitches, be gangsta/
hood niggaz get bent up in my hood with bangas/
from wreckin knees with 3's, to reppin B or c's/
to just walkin down a street startin some beef- see/
Out here its bout throwin yo Love in the air/
fuck the po the jakes and everybody else out there/
its bout me me... me... wait i forgot about I/
In my head I’m known to be the finisher, the life ender
In battle call me the murder, hell’s soul sender
Collector of bone marrow, thorough, the complete package
Simple mathematics add up bodies like mattresses
Pulling Alba type actresses is my plan, raise my status
Nicest it what you can call me, but know I’m baddest
Doubters get me the maddest, it’s ok I don’t trip
Real rap heads know the classics that slip from my lips
Tickle a trick with my dick, trickle sea-men on her tits
Floatation devices I call’em and she loves that shit
Mr. slick rolling cliqueless from the cities of South Cali
Forgot I do have a clique of the greatest it’s called ME
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another quick spit for another,
boring day in this thunder.
it's been raining for days,
i'm going insane its breaking
down my spirit to the point,
I can't even roll a joint.
Abstanti.
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trillz trillzz, my niggaz got skillz/
hit the block sell coke and e pills/
make doe off the feinds get ass off the workers/
and if a bitch fuck up the money def gon merk her/
tick tock clocks tickin tot he point when its the end/
depends on when cuase then i hope if it comes i win/
I dont kno what im talkin bout.. but its 9 in the morning/
and im at work sitin on the comp whcih is type boring/
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My lyrics hold syllables capable of killing those
opposed with poor flows, leave them with feelings hurt.
Call me a jerk, a monster who reaps imposters
with weak rosters and bleak skills so they seek to rob theirs
from other lyricists with enhanced raps of knowledge
Then it gets serious, have them with their hands up...
and ready to brawl, bitch..
Im the dopest on this site
No one can put up a fight
You can't touch my skill
Becasue it is known to kill
So chill, or get beat down
Im the star of the party
and your....................
...................The clown
Look through your monitor, focus on my face
You just hate if you don’t admit I’m Blackout the Great
The high card of the deck, the ace, can’t be replaced
You can’t defeat me buddy you can only stalemate
Alpha male, so don’t make the mistake of shitting on my plate
Taking a bite of my stake, 100% make no mistake
Complete opposite of fake, the style’s classed as a snake
Venomous, strike you and reserve your burial space
Outer space with it, still the bombest nigga on earth
Plant my lyrics in soil and watch a God rise from the dirt
Decapitate and use your skull to bowl a perfect game
Then leave the alley with your dame cause of my perfect game
Man some just ain’t understanding like parents or guardians
I’m too unique, with my brain ain’t nobody harder then
It’s a whole new rap game and I’m trying to be in it
This is just an introduction don’t worry I ain’t finish
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I'm a prophet, making money off each of my lyrics
either you feel it, or you're feeling like you need to be fearing it
hear my beer flow responses when i'm leaking my spirit
seeking to reach my peak when blinking and it ain't even clear
thunder rains from my position, three down dumping my wishes
stumped in the business like this kid's got no say as a witness
and I'm not saying my shit is always hott as my bitches
but now that I got a blood flow I need to open my stitches
so listen to my opposition, declaring war on the mainstream
like spilling guts in the Nile, before they ever crowned Christ king
it's like a fight scene, both sides bleeding over the same shit
dreaming for C.R.E.A.M. - difference is one's dropping the lame spit
fame'll get to me, and you'll find greed within these green eyes
cause nowadays it seems guys'll be DOPE untill their dream dies..
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People keep trying to beat me, but fail
Your classified as spam, like bad e-mail
Fuck you and everything that you claim
Try me, and ill put you to fucking shame
Your lame, this site is where you will die
So quit talking shit but, fuck you good bye
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