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who want it with crime the only lyracist still speaking divine...
ill pull out the nine take one shot and sever ya spine... i could drop a few lines of unforgetable rhymes... i just speak my mind when i spit wit that unique design... im on fire and im burning hotter than ether... cuz one bar'll put ya mind body and soul in the sleeper... listen up closely i gotta few lessons to teach ya... you could never be me C.R.I.M.E... this criminal wont hesitate to leave yall deceased... resting in peace capiche ya butting heads w it a beast... i could have ya whole crew cought admitting defeat... im sick and i spit like its bot-cha-lism... so sick youd think the spirit of pac-is-in-him... and it burns deep when i hock this venom... ya heart beats that is until i stop its rhythm... :shoot: :shoot: :shoot: :shoot: |
i chop with venom and hit'em wit a lyrical acid
God of lyrics, i spit it 2 tha spiritual masses fuck some glasses, u couldn't envision my passion with 20/20 vision, i got stupid bars like a dummy up in prison its funny, suckers listen... i ain't scared of jail, look at tha judge like ''Honey, FUCK a sentence'' gimmie 25 to life, it's nothin - im hood nigga guarantee'ed, im a serve those quicker than good tipper's alot of rappers is fictional, im quick 2 wipe ya smile, liar it's sad, cuz wack niggaz tend 2 spread like wild fire can't be ya supplier, i smoke my own Mary Jane half way hustlers, niggaz rarely, barely bang but i do bust heads, so pass tha duffel u acting subtle, my fist full of brass and knuckles im all about my stacks and bundles Reast In Peace 2 Stack Bundles, tha burner leave u fagget's humble im a souljboy that u can't crank that nigga T.I. stupid, i keep my guns hidden like Anne Frank (LMAO) |
I'm a damn tank...with plans of elevating as high the heavens go whether there is an afterlife waiting for us when they pass away we will never know so I throw clever blows, through debate tactics and querys to settle those mind pressing questions as they are raised to the pedestal like UFO's flying around and footage of extraterrestrials shot and put on youtube for the status of credibility I guess as humans we have the ability, to frighten the insecure with the agility of texas prision facilities lightning as the shock waves goes through the convicted of death as he sniffles the feeling cripples and trickles what's left of his soul, confined in his heart right before it slips from his breath |
but the thing is...you aint a hard thug
i am,i grip the tools and hammerheads like a shark bruv in the game im bigger...your like a mini, im like a large bus but im not talkin size bruv, im rippin guys im like a large bus cos my cars better, i got the bigger ride il rip your pride from your dome, scolder your flows when my punchlines punch guys and alter there nose not jokin im broke, so im beatin the dudes til i start to make the paper like the evenin news freaky its true, but yep, i say and i share mine play and i scare guys..fuck it..im just wastin some spare time |
spare time...
faggot ..dare grind, if you cross dress n' act like a queer fine', I guess it's anything for you stupid ass to get radio air time' plus ppl have to sit back in decipher what u rap in a cypher, cuz it's wack, and it's like..we have to question if ur an actual typher.. what is it son? you got little fuck'n rash in ya diaper and ya ass is so hypher, cuz whats in your crack is just like the.. shit ya burstin and laughin it's hard to rap and then peep through ya verse and the act' tough, when a wack fuck is embodied so keep ya trap shut or just back up, better yet jump infront of a mac truck and let it drag your little ass till your whole carcus is cracked up! and that's what? a minute of writing infinite cyphering skills your missing the tightness dissing the sickest eliteness forreal? faggot..stop spitting here..try to get someone to write you a deal fightin' I'll snipe em and leave flying like a Kyte in the sheild.. |
iight im a bit rusty but i still hit a verse up
i still hit cha mans up,still got my grands up there is no point to this but who here gives a fuck i bag hoes n fix hoes u should call me ur nip tuck im ur angel dust,u need me to stay high n fly but if u light da wrong L then u sure to jus die who am i kiddin, im jus a nigga wit no bucks i have niggas like u waitin to get laced up to be continued......... |
rhyme tight, lines held up to the limelight
to define hine sight... whenever it's written or when it's behind mics fuck the iron mics, evanders and luis I'm undisputed, when it comes to this type of manner of music if your confused i'll break it down, I'm the man you cannot see behind the scenes, like extensions cords of cameras from papparazzi's.. so watch coz in a second it can happen and go plant panic and fear on this planet as soon I stand in the clearance so whoevers nice enough to give this man an appearance is foolish, like waving a Rated R movie infront of your parents! I don't act greedy but when it comes to this cypher of keying it's my shit that most of the members are likely reading! It's likely even, what I'm writing is the hype to believe in plus i got long horns, and a red tail..I'm most likely a demon it's not contest, but it if was I would've had a medal to show it off with a bunch of endorsement deals overseas that I'm blowing off I'm going off of a habit a talking I rap with a caution I'm back into austin, with a straight jacket and hatchett from boston that I slash through your arms and grab your torso from the back till I lost it and skeletons hanging everywhere that can be seen through a crack in my closet! me wack? yeah that's nonsense..it's a urban legend, it's not true I'm a urban legend to the community...which isn't new to me but ever since puberty I had the immunity to abuse newb MC's who exclusively use music to boost their ego's like mobiles |
Mobiles...
Shit, Is It Mo' Bile, Or Mo Bull.. That these fake rappers spit and think they so cool... No Fools, It's so cruel when I spit so cold It's Easy... This Is A Warm Up... But The Game Need Me... *Wait* As I Exhale And The let The Carbon in The Area... The Flow Explodes In Show To Blow Away Exteriors... Break Exoskeletons With Force To Carry Them... 36 Miles In Air And Break The Barrier.. Between Sky And Space But Then Global Warmings Caused... That Burns THe Atmosphere The Make The Sun Fall... In A huge ball of Fire And Ignite The Earth... When I Write A Verse It's Reborn In the Midst of Words... *Wait* Take A Break... ....Ya Legs I Mean... You Hate But Fake... ....Get The Best of Me?... I Switch Flows With Ease... to be cont. |
and I'm back again, african bracelet rockin I'm trafficing
you can consider the flow sacred in any form that I rap it in I touch mics and purify the boundaries of soundwave with decibles deep enough to have the strongest mountains of ground cave how naive, to ever think you could flex your writtens with Can now the most original form of hip hop - but your styles a hand down grab ya mans crown from the top of his noggin with rhymes I end it crush his diamond pendant with telepathy binds - I'm senseless with verses of pure mayhem my spits defy caution have you under the words like the quick reply option I liquify rocks and my rapping is far realer giving out more whips than a acura car dealer I'm BACK ! - mac'n the game without platinum or fame but I'm rapping again, and it feels so good to tackle ya frame.. |
im ryte now.. so i post on the last page//
bois out here want beef so i blast k's// ya boi's a spark, just waitin to catch blaze// so i ca get more head than a fat braid// 42 keyz.. i spit, its crack made// 'tryna get cash like a bank', i b baggin up// gat clutched iont fuck wit if u a 'teller'// cuz u ca get wet up like wells wit no pale ta have it drained// but i a spill everything inside of u// u aint hard boi who tha fuck is u lyin to// i got big cannon, switchblade, vest on// i shoot ya head wont have no neck ta rest on// --Keyz |
and I'm the best on, every track that I', blessed on
bench press the teflon, and 360 the half of your flesh gone It ain't a question I'm ruthless with the text that I drop keys and I don't got to cock, squeeze the bullets and pop..please... I rather handle my business with the pad and the mic batter your hype, shatter ya life...than battle, iite? it's that simple, I pass info through class and you wack nympho's in cracked temples, that can't be seen on the paper like black symbols.. my punches wind you, go ask Kimbo...a knock to ya chest push ya thoughts to the left and bounce right off of your neck so drop some respect whenever you enter the cypher to key it I'm holy, suger shane mosley right when you read it I'm sick homie, no fifth on me - I get it, your chicks horny.. for a dick orgy, only consisting of chicks and my dick homey and I spit game, with slick aim to bitches so peep now a unique style, the well can only go so low - and trust me I'M DEEP child.. |
the cannibals back, to damage amateur cats with a vengeance it's a wrap, a sentence is a death sentence as soon as it's keyed I only need two things in my life and that's music and weed give me a combination of both and I'm abusing MC's.. it's useless to try and reason with the rhyming demon a rap phene the type of a person that can shine through the dark of a black screen I'm pass mean, aspirin tablet taking asshole raping enthusiast tracking down every rapper that you had to have on your music list abuse your lips this net shit is getting boring for me though I mean, yo...been rapping since 02 with a mean flow seen the greatest of MC's grow, styles invented and teams go for the smell of the green doe, and the scenery of the scenes so I guess I been on for a minute the dapper don is a gimmick a rap-athon, to pass along to half of ya'll that are in it I past time, with rap rhymes on and off of the rap grind is crazy, i grew up off of the hype of the net now I type and select writing in text with verses of mad hate have niggas switching sides when they gettin played like a bad tape I guess you image could've done you miracles if you had bape yeah right, your a tad late.....that's 04, and were pass 8... 07 wasn't that great, got sick and I stacked weight went to work and my ass ate, then fell asleep on my last break got in touch with a class mate, didn't move at a fast rate when she showed me hickies on her a neck that set off that crash straight... hell....but even with all that, I'm still kick in the raw raps at your mouth, until all the fucking teeth in your jaw snap Man I feel like Robocop coz I'm bringing the law back this bitch is a sitcom, wheres the studio applause at? haha but on the real, what in the flyin fuck is a net crew? it just seems like a little place wher noone really respects you until you post up threads that you be linking your text too and it only lasts as long as a member does to their next move but hell, i still love it though on these verses I don't lie I was in a couple, back in the ages of 05 back when I thought this internet rapping business was so live back when samuel l jackson wasn't much of an old guy but them days just roll by, as they look at me typin keys remembering when i lost one of those fucking battles to 9th degree but likely, it was a dope one got my eyes with the scope gun shot the tree and was able to grab the branch that I broke from so I ain't mad, matterfact that's history that I wrote past smoke grass, while driving hopin inside that I dont' crash niggas in the callouts saying "i'll make the thread, if I go last" well since ur behind me, u can eat shit and get a view of my WHOLE ASS! you fucking queer...I HATE DEM NiGGas...but sonny barz is a beast now.. he has a unique style, reminds of me in 2003, wow.. looking back on them days and those verses written is crazy though kinda like the love that beyonce's having for jay z so I fuck around and key shit, 7:15 and I'm tired out kinda pissed off music was giving off to the entire south but they doing their thing with the platinum grills and the wired mouth their inspiration of music somthing you fuckers will try and doubt blllahhh would write more but damn im tired lolz. |
im a bout, money, niqqa, tryna count//
more cash than oprah, no askin// hoes a come n hang off ya balls sac just ta get on// my fit on i tip it low, n pimp on// i wouldnt trick off on a bitch if her tits n ass, big, thick thighs n a pussy tight as a virgins// givin money away's sumthin great but i never heard it// cuz i put thought n everything that i purchase// no birthday for half of them chicks cuz they really aint worth it// less they got, a good ass head on they shoulders// n im in love, n she got good head, n like to slurp on the kids that i cum on her lips |
but other than that a good women doesn't exist unless she puckers her lips, and gives you eye contact when shes suckin your dick! I mean it, once I bust in her clit with my penis is over, I'm going to my bed, here bitch - you can sleep on the sofa! but back to rap because hip hop runs deep in my culture and I'm not giving it up for any one of you geeks till' I'm tortured and I'm STILL, going hold it in... like I'm a rockin a cor-set bitch came on the ground how u gonna try to mop when the floors wet? i'm MORE vet, than man goddamn cypherings so mine niggas can get 8, why the hell you going the whole NINE? the flow shine, like a waterbed breakin inside of a gold mine with light bright enough to hit your optic fibres and go blind |
shit and the whole time i aint even got the bling wit// im icy dont mind me, im just chillin like a pinguin//
i meen this, rap shit is easy believe it// if u cant handle the game man than leave it// hard boi, a pussy ass nigga who u b wit// look fag, look at, my cock n greet it// gettin money relieves pressure like i was peein// that why this crack got my gums num like imma toddler teethin// 42 keyz i been on// hate boi n i a shoot, split yo ass from yo dick to ya chin bone// i a come n set off on the same block u pitched on// n send it up, coochie niggas lips like cups cuz they keep dicks warm fa real// |
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