Emcees feel me like a gun in they face - I'm fear
I see bitch niggas all over the place - its clear
They can't beat my new pace - its weird
Ine trying and none can get in my way
Yung L train leaves chaos n dismay
So I suggest u don't come btween him an his pay
B4 ya house gets dozed n cleared for his railway
I ll pump dat weight right where u lay
Den lay n wait for u niggas to break - kasssssh
live for nothing or die for something
i got figgas to take from the unsuspected/
make you run ya necklance undetected/
son is wreckless thats why i stay poppin chill pills/
with my ill skill im searchin for a 100 mill' deal/
in the studio with concealed steel, just for bustin in the air/
hummin along with the drums,percussion and the snares/
havent been on in a few ticks/
i spew slick see my huge pic in a news clip/
i booze sip and bruise lips when i pistol whip you dudes with a huge clip/
lifes a poem, every steps a sentence/
im a walkin' rhyme that only death can finish/
-Vincent
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I'm illicit, kill this shit, when the feelin' left
you makin' money of drugs, but dealin' less?
concealin' tech's? but still in a 1 bedroom apt?
plus your sittin' so low in ur ride, "where the headroom at?"
your flow won't sell holmes so better redeem those
cuz only time ur air forces one, is bootlegged schemed ho's
ball like chemo, dark like the tip of the chimeny
kill any dream, put a milli on the flow u catch that? any dream
I be doin' things most rappers is scared to do in writtens
child smitten, wild livin', and u let ur dawgs pile with it
I get crazy pussy, and nah boy I ain't talkin' wild kittens
you get vagina, but the pictures in mag's don't help profile image
I'm wild with it, boredom and I'm about to make a return
.................................................. .................see herb?
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i use an exact match/
after our battle, leave with a cat scratch/
caldilac mack with a rap knack wearin my cap back/
on my 90's swag- movin' forward/
its the rulers order/
boo and torture dudes sportin for the news reporters/
you see the fist play/
and who cares what a chick say/
foget the sex-im gettin checks the legit way/
ya chick looks like b. pumper in a mini shirt/
plus so much silicone when i was feelin on her them tittys hurt/
so no pity for you country bumkins cuz the citys worse/
yours truely,vince/
give ya moms a booty pinch as a tease and febreeze her coochie stench/...LMAO
lifes a poem, every steps a sentence/
im a walkin' rhyme that only death can finish/
-Vincent
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"i got style, plus the way that i be flowin is sharp"
as a dagger, got thug love for homies at heart,
brothaz beware, i jump mics im fully prepared
leave a trail of dead rappers when go anywhere-
people givin props, handin out the maddest respects
clockin bitches "the only thing im havin is sex"
and my attitude makes me believe im the badest dude,
rip a mic to pieces n throw it at you while im battlin you,
i make a vodka sandwich and put it in jelly,
yum yum yum yum YUM in my belly,
i love watching x factor on the telly,
my socks are really too smelly,
i'm not black R kelly,
and i constantly wear wellies,
thanks gays.
Slithering Silently invading your rhyme scheme
High and Relaxed, Lying on a bed of ice cream
Make this Dope and as sweet as a fresh Cantaloupe
even if folks don't like these notes they all can choke
Shadow Silhouettes cause fright but excite me
to the point I feel I am die when I am not writing.
Come mess with the master, who's waiting to extend his chapters
Because Armageddon is just the surface of this disaster.
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Double Post @.@ Sorry
Last edited by Link2JAF; December 11th, 2010 at 11:05 PM
even if its a double post/
i come and crumble quotes/
maybe a oxy-moron but its truely a humble boast/
rum and coke feelin dumb provoked like if forest gump is poked/...think about it
and after that give me my due respect/
i use witts you use the tech/ which is useless..who's the best?/
dont answer that you just might embarass yourself-
you wildin out/ plus your whole style is out/
you claimin swag/ but nah you just a flamin' fag/
i kid you not, i spit too hot/
when i practice my famous spit-fu every issue stops/
lifes a poem, every steps a sentence/
im a walkin' rhyme that only death can finish/
-Vincent
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people rhyme in pairs and I despair,
I dare you all to expand this nightmare,
Open your wings, and think beyond there,
Past this place and face all thats unfair
In your lives, don't glamour it up,
This ain't a match, there isn't a cup,
Telling the truth's not winning you luck,
If karma wants it, you'll still be hit by a truck
And then your life'll be fucked.
I just build the buzz, split the page,
Create hurt from lines of hate,
Throw you in dirt from rhymes of rage,
The targets you... There's both my aims.
.. Yet I still haven't claimed,
that I've earned some sort of rise to fame,
The only reason people know my name
Is because its been popular since man lived in caves,
.. Since then I haven't shaved,
I haven't the time, too busy drinking,
Trying to forget that I double posted and thinking
Of ways to replace the second one linking
It to the first, without my reputation sinking.
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reputation sinkin..
none ofyall can see me like an asian, blinkin'/
i use flammable paper with a blazin' inkpen/
walkin down any block,ready/
glock heavy in my knee-socks wit rebok and rockseady/
and we aint lookin for ninja turtles/
enter circles of hyped fans in a slight trance/
never see me in tight pants/
stayin calm sippin from a sprite can/
i do it for those who get that feelin' when../
im illin' that much when cats must conceal a grin/
always steal a win and the show along wit it/
just know im long-winded wit strong lyrics delivered in flows belongs mystic/
lifes a poem, every steps a sentence/
im a walkin' rhyme that only death can finish/
-Vincent
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i'm a fuckin lyricist straight out the slums/ im givin ya heartburn bitch betta reach for the tums/ yea i be reppin the 256/ fuck around and youll be suckin on my clip/ bustin all 16 i dont care who i hit/ ya momma, ya wife, even ya kids/ ain't no beggin and pleadin about to help/ im pullin the choppa up off tha shelf/ ima show ya how real gangstas do/ ima drop ya family and ya whole crew to
rappers still fuckin' with hand outs, disband now
smoking pot, tea kettles black, homey ran out
hoping that his flops on the stove would pan out
but what your cookin' up, didn't have a stand out
u still at the building block of rap, where ur fans now?
oh I know, they prolly stashed in the basement...at ur grams house
if you dealin' grams out, it's only cuz you playin' old maid
your so lame, you won't spit hot or overthrow flame
no game, propane, gassed up, but feeling like you so paid
(psh) must be modern living when you see the mirror
and discuss how ur shape up couldn't make things more clearer
your straight to the cut, to close to the skin, starting to break a sweat
your whole career is turning white, plus u already gave ur hand up
the way i could wipe these rappers off, just consider them dandruff
I'm back bizznitch
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