The Good Stuff- Credz
Hanging High- Wicked
I originally called this "No-ones iller" but on second thoughts that title is wank. I got the idea for this piece from an old track by Eminem, Swifty, Bizarre and Fuzz. It's basically made up of a load od verses and half-verses i wrote over time and pasted together to make 64 lines. The audio version of this (with me sounding gruff as fuck) is available for your listening torture through the link in my sig.
Don't be fooled by the jocks that i knock
I rock, i'm still certified to drop
Hot shots better than you, a veteran crew
Til we collapse, our faces turned steadily blue
Its heavy, its true, the mic and i are intertwined
Enter minds? My rhymes have entered mine
My vision is red, i walk with pricision and tred
On any and all obsticles, crush 'em in my mandibles
The ripsaw opens up crevasses and pitfalls
Hits all, the verbal results are shit drawers
The contact, slaps back fakers and wack raps
On track, locomotive crush flat your speech flaps
Who needs gats? Fuck a weapon all i need is aggression
Two fists, i move swift, broken flesh is a lesson
I'm guessin', you think murder is the final solution
But i'm stressin', humiliation in the form of a bruising
16
I'm the human horror film, resurrection insurrection
No disrespect son, on my radar detection
Are you blushing? Embarassed at the words that i'm cussin'?
Or bluffing? Just another herb who's discussing
The most under of the underground, freaking the sound
Mayhem bound, knock contenders down in the first round
Plus these, PYT's got me making enemies
Who displeased this young seed recieves striptease
Forever present, i make you forever repentant
For your lazy slack wackness, terror comes with my entrance
I'm forever more clever, use my voice to roar better
And spit the storm weather, the one you saw wetter
Apply a plier squeeze to acquire a quiet fee
In society with a higher steez, riot police freeze
A messiahty? Or better yet a UK illity
Johnny 6-feet, aint nobody iller than me
32
So call an ambulance, this is a bloodbath ambience
Part one of this track was with Keezy and Ambient
I collect vets to wreck your wet set
Disrespect you and the city you rep
I sling words like rocks from David to Goliath
Strike your temple, your eardrums, ask who's the highest
The flyest, white guy since that offspring song
Don't get it twisted like a blonde bitch, the whole thing wrong
Bring bong, jack daniels and coke to mix
If we're standing, attack at the slightest diss
But for now i'm scheming on the lightest bitch
With gold words like i flipped a hidden midas switch
And i might just trip, fall flat and pass the fuck out
But i will take those rats in the class they took out
Attrack dykes, excite hype from day to late night
And i got what it takes to rock the mic right
48
I'm just throwing record players like i'm flipping the beat
Make arse cheeks clentch so hard they put a rip in the seat
I haven't heard this many lyrics dropped in ages
Hit emcees with lasers, tasers and razors
You'd better bring a long stick if you wanna prod vets
And swing harder than the golden state projects
You cowards talk shit and hide behind your crew first
I give a fuck, i find beef addictive like truth hurts
There's a morale to this tale like an aesop fable
You know 6 rock's able and my mind is unstable
Leave 'em fosselised like mossquitos in amber
Even in mexico leave chico's camramba'd
Who's the only emcee with props in the UK
Who can move like Jet-Li and make the room sway?
I'm hanging plaques on my wall like an art exhibit
But for now i'll let the next man kick it
64
done, thanks for reading.
Reply With Quote
