Freestyle, pen or pencil, I'm a sick ass individual
Breath fire, hen or cancer, it's a sick ass ritual
I inhaled the Game, so here I hail in Game
Boy I held the Game, at time's i say da hell wit the Game
Don of the, Eminem's Ron to the Game
Hulk smash emcee's, gone to the wind
If your the shit then I'm the worlds trash bin
Fuck being the worlds trash bin, that shit's whack
Im the reason the earth spins, as a matter of fact
I'm the dopest shit since they came out with smack
Cloaked in darkness because my soul will be forever black..
Aspire to be the dopest, i won't settle for less
Try to step against me and find the gat at your chest..
Another thing you'll find is my face in random girls breasts
That's not all that goes down, but im sure you can guess the rest..
came into the game so hard i created a baby,
created a life quicker than records, its crazy,
but can't marry this lady, she's not even real,
her aim's not to love, but instead just to kill,
get you swallowing pills, addicted to those record deals
that you won't ever get unless you puttin' money in tills,
so don't be standing still, cause the cross hair's been movin',
deciding it's next bitch, someone who makes beautiful music,
who will it be? personally - no idea,
it could veer off its road at any time and you'd hear,
of someone to fear, changing gears in the fast lane,
upcoming faster than concord through the fallin' rain.
Damn my shits hot
I bring mo fire than a tire at Indy pit stop
Did I just send y'all da kick rocks
Man Y'all wish wash, I'm on the dresser thinking which watch
Y'all could fantasize about Miss March
I got the hottest bitch since march
Flow stay wit a crease boy I don't even need starch
I'm upping the ante, y'all fuckers can't stand me
Why you getting pretty in the mirror boy I ought da call you Annie
I'm slapping ya granny
I so deep in ya gurls pussy I'm practically family
I shut ur page down, cell phone's in business
What you mean you got a page now?
Ketchup boy I stay wit the mustard
And you might think it's over but I'm coming in clusters
Damn my shits hot
I bring mo fire than a tire at Indy pit stop
Did I just send y'all da kick rocks
Man Y'all wish wash, I'm on the dresser thinking which watch
Y'all could fantasize about Miss March
I got the hottest bitch since march
Flow stay wit a crease boy I don't even need starch
I'm upping the ante, y'all fuckers can't stand me
Why you getting pretty in the mirror boy I ought da call you Annie
I'm slapping ya granny
I so deep in ya gurls pussy I'm practically family
I shut ur page down, cell phone's in business
What you mean you got a page now?
Ketchup boy I stay wit the mustard
And you might think it's over but I'm coming in clusters
my words fire like bullets, if you're near me, bring armour,
i'm eating MCs across the sea like a pirahna,
hit you so hard that the lion will feel it in narnia,
i'll drown titanic 2 before it even leaves the harbour,
rich men, middle class, those brought up on nothing,
i'm crushing what was once something, into ingredients for stuffing,
flow like it's a show, faster than a river,
in terms of rapping, i'm always the best giver,
listen to others, some are good, but with most i snigger,
up and coming hugely, my name's just getting bigger.
What emits from my mind powers the earth..
Giving it life-force like a mom giving birth..
When they open my grave, Enlightenment is what they'll unearth..
And a demonic curse that brings the worst of hells to this earth..
im the rapper eatin dirty flow little hevine
bang ur head like i was rage against the machining
spit flames like shit stains my game hits like shootin range
kill mc's end there carrer like end games
im cool walking with a ganster lean the fear of screams
as i rip ur chest out as i pull ur spleen
i need to calm down relax blow some steam
death an rotten corpse sweet like a day dream
im the beast from the east
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i play team black out untill im whacked out/
then i declare war in a warriors attack shout/
pullin the mack out- dont have to spell it out/
but lets just say i'll send you to H-E double L,your out/
i'll shut down your whole email account/
for postin on sites/
im boastin on rights of mad props/
in all the local mom and dad shops/
trust this/
adjusted to scenery/
after a dose of me dont operate heavy machinery/
and when i say green,i mean a fee..never smoke/
get wet and soaked-slit with a gilette and poked/ and gutted/
now if i really did everything i said in my verse...then id be keepin it one hundred/
...but im not
lifes a poem, every steps a sentence/
im a walkin' rhyme that only death can finish/
-Vincent
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people allways hate me since the day i was born
jump in the scene nitrostic an boostin trubo
i smoke blunts get high like i was cheech an chong
battle in the cage see my rage geting it on
i smoke u out acting hard like ur ruff tough
just like a poker hand im callin ur bluff
im the beast from the east
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he just sits in the cypher, training his brain,
could use the DS game, but that's nowhere near the same,
it doesn't allow flow, and the inflicting of pain,
use of varied vocab that makes crowds go insane,
here's where he can create things like thunder and rain,
paint any picture he wants, design stories to entertain,
but will it get him anywhere? it's like he's stuck in a lift,
won't move up from the basement, slowly losing his gift.
Haters want to stop me, actually they promised it
try to understand though duke, I'm not cocky I'm confident
I'm sorry your life sucks, wife sluts,
your tribe runs when the fight comes,
its alright bruh, go head n light bunk...
im not in the mood for a scrimmage, im barely swell
fuck around prepare for hell, dumpin every shell until the barrel melts
scared? then tell....im sick of hearing these faggots bitch and moan
get the fuck off your lazy ass and get some growth, hit the road
your a waste of space, get the picture? bitch i'm bitter
your days consist of the shopping lines too long so your hittin twitter
i miss droppin whips & coppin piff with the hottest bitches
real dudes who did real shit...now their all dead or locked in prison
now we got this new generation that doesnt do shit for itself to grow
they just sit on their ass and groan,
i dont care about your political views if your an athlete who packs a show
or your ass bleeds because your only job is makin sure the grass is mowed
this day in age we got all this favoritism because people fake as fuck
makes me have to vent or somedays say fuck a good job it's time to blaze a blunt
grab a deuce deuce and spray the bunch
wheres the good music we had in the 90's man
these days all they do is make dance music and cry about a wifey's plans
or talk about sellin drugs until they get pulled over driving and
facebook all night about denying their musics entire stance
aside from bay area and d-block ill stick with still I rise's jams....
I could visualize you with ease through these 2 brown eyes
Diggin' beneath ya’ skull for lies till you comply
Since the birth of Christ my life's nothing than legendary
im god giving grace in the face of niggas from the future in cemeteries
a tutor who's fluent i do what i do and choose to use it
Giving help to niggas stuck on the shelf and they choose to abuse it
Don't even misuse shit, i'd creep a corner with rockin' rollers
Patrollin a corner with an army of angry skateboarders
Untipped & raped by-word, last to served like waitresses with late orders/
Make like toy story & stuck andy back in pantry of fake soldiers/
Panzies in J.J. make-over, attack of rap geeks to cassanova on DON's 8-Baller/
Brass Knuckles & Your Tailed in DON's Head Quartered/ No Life's Cutting Corners/
Now your Bed Coroners/ next to Ex FED Informers/ Techs in Leg Warmers/
Still Jolie & Media wouldn't RAID ya/ Clown u ain't nothing but a hater in stilts/
Raised liked a maggot from filth, son u made from my spilts, SAVED 4 HIGH-HEELS/ & Stillettos, U's a She-Devil in Kilts/ SILENT from Beverly HILLS/
My mind maze is severly ill/ resistance from the rat race left dizzying spells/
Inquisitive Quilts Hieroglyphics of death-listed tales, stitchin all witnesses swell!
So I’m taking a break, ache from all the essay writing
With the melting of words into verses so hard it’s frightening,
I lyrically fuse, choose lines to amuse,
who’s to say I’m the only one wearing my shoes?
There’s others in my shadow, following my footsteps,
Hanging in the gallows, cause they’ve gave up and took next
Place.. there ain’t enough lanes to be making this a running race,
And I haven’t the time to waste on beating people for this space,
It’s crazy this game, you come in so fast you get hardly 15 seconds of fame,
And you’re gone with a bang, lose sight of the reasons for which you came,
..I ain’t one of those though, so get used to hearing my name.
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