Series of punches
 

Kid I turn heads just like Reagan from the exorcist/
I can't make its basiclt a statement from a pessimist/
I write poetic quotes, focused to beats like stethescopes/
It's like hustlin bleach, emcees put out shit thats less than dope/
Rappers aint sayin nothin like they took a vow of secrecy/
Even the best are just ok and Venom dont bow to decency/
There wackness wows and eats at me like maggots in my mind/
I couldn't feel this cats if I was a faggot who was blind/
But I still apply myself like jell or a neckbrace/
Crushin the rooks knockin the kingdown and yellin out checkmate/
I scar kids like tattoos, rap taboo like screwin cousins/
Soon to blow up spontaneously like human combusion/
Yet somehow Im always skipped like pebbles and small rocks/
Illest thing to hit the coast since the settlers brought smallpox/
If lifes a fastlane it appears I need a ticket/
Raps a joke that aint funny like comedians hearing crickets/
Im cool on my rap status though slept on like kraftmatic/
Got my energy on E like being stuck in some bad traffic/
I don't stand for gimmicks, no patients like abandoned clinics/
Styles so unique theres no way that it can be mimicked/
You can play it safe I myself like gettin stuck in rundowns/
Reach for the stars I would but I'd pull the fuckin sun down/
Rap is hard, huh thats a perception of a fool/
You win some you lose some meet the exception to the rule/
Whats the key to success, yo Im soon to find it/
And leave ya bent outta shape like spoons from mindtricks/
Emcees just aint comin hard like they impotent men/
Claimin they ballin like they was a bunch of infants again/
Its this bullshittin in rap that has become a major issue/
Cats that couldn't rip the mic less it was made of tissue/
student of the game who mastered his craft, now Im teachin crews/
My shit couldn't be half ass unless I chose to feature you/
I am raw like some uncooked meat/
Intimidatin lyrics man I done shook beats/
Rebel without a cause, cuz this games without a rebel/
Furious Mr. hyde no joke without the Jekyl/
When I rip shit it's explicit like cd stickers/
The chance of eatin me's remote like tv clickers/
Rappers like cheap cable always comin with basic shit/
Pussies couldnt get the best of me unless they bought my greatest hits/

^^uppin...

Im more chased than cars runnin wild in movies/
people wana screw me cuz they know I aint no newb/
I stash raps in cases like the x-file cabinets/
I show no respect when am spittin attractive like magnets/
people gotta come to my shows just to name me the greatest/
im still infamous like hitler and my rhymes aint even famous/

murdering the mic with a mouth that spits fire
peircing your heart with the air that fills your tires
stirring up your white blood cells in attempt to elevate my health
my venom enters your veins through your neck choking you with my lyrikal belt

like a big man in the post im bangin ya crew...
i aint puttin up drywall when im swangin them tools...
aimin a few, at dis lame little dude...
double desert eagles blow ya brains into two..

how can you be "lyrically killin bitches," when your rhymes are weak,
you ever winning a battle would be when stevie wonder saw his feet,

u couldn't b a hot even if i was 2 give u a light
ur lyrical swangs breeze by like wind even when u use all ur might

dat nigga e.c. always battlin wack cats...
3-0 record i understand how he got dat...
if u wanna take to da battle thread u can get killed there..
cuz all of ya bars is lame like people in wheel chairs...

diz 1 is funny as hell check it out

all my rhymes r cursed like i'm under a witch's spell
none of ur rhymes flow like there's no water down in da well

these dudes always claim they gets da slimmed trim wicked
whole crews of em is lame wit bitches fatter then a lipid

Slowly press against ur neck with a rusty razor//
You aint a beast you a cub like Dusty Baker//

Dusty Baker?Fam stop playing games HALO
Before a KO becomes apart of ya life bro

Ya Life Bro?...lol...ya Flow's Hit As Hard As A Dice Roll
And You Might Wanna Check Ya Name, I Think Its A Type-o

u call urself the NEW ERA but u fail to have any APPEARANCE~in~it
ur a DEAD BITCH like HERA cuz ur raps are STALE wit~pregnant~zits--

TOAST!! ouch!!...u might not get that...

okay im back again ......

now i see why u an unknown legend, u ahead of the rejects......
the only time u rhyme is when u pledgin allegance......

Well wanksta the only thing you was ever shootin
Was your own eye with ya dick, now I call you Houston

Like Old Godzilla Movies You Can Tell That Meteor's-fake
Im Not A Vegitarian, I Want Beef Like Meat-eaters-plate

Yall make yourselves look like gay hoes now
Ill connect my punches faster than AOL

Ill snap ya neck/ pull it off
Then throw it at ya head/

/\/\/\wow not even worth a reply his sig says it all.....

That unregistered kid is a crap rat
He checks his own rhymes and pas his back

look homie I'll make ur name come to life,easily with one strike
one rhyme will kill u in a matter of time and soon u'll be disliked...

wasn't good but oh well..

now I see why ur name is UNREGISTERED,it's obviously clear
that rhyme simply made no sense like ur reason for bein here--

lol^^^...thats comedy

i eat nigga like we have a lunch-in hosted a 1
damn.............................................. ........
..... i remember when posted punches was fun

*Gives Golf Clap*

YOU REMEMBER THAT? THEN HOW COME YOU NEVER DROPPED PUNCHES WITH US
JUST SAT THERE ON THE SIDE LINE CATCH'N EM, LOOKIN LIKE RUDOLF 4 X-MAS

this that new kid fuck a lyrical actor,
been in tha game for a hot minute but still fear aint no factor,
you try and diss me man and i'll just look right atcha,
treating niggaz like coke bottles i just walk up and cap ya,
lyrics unresited like a virgin's pussy wit a g-string and no signs(she aint on her period)
im in the ring wit TKO's and subliminal punchlines,
hollin back for mississippi wit a lyrical statement of thesis(thesis statement)
come get dropped like the twin towers as yo body rest in peices.

wtf??? ^ punchline not life story
here we go...
i wish he hadnt dropped like a mans dad
i wish he was still holdin whateva he had

It's like I'm battling 'Peter-Pan'/
They way his punches just 'Never never land'/


LoL

yall niggas wack u ok on the streets vestless ,dont stress it /
i dont want u ,ya families casualties on deaths guestlist

:nono: :throwup:

All yall niggas whack and trust you don't wanna push me
I'll send you so far down south, you'll fall back in ya mommas pussy

SOCRATES' a bitten name and deserves to be SHIT on,u wack cuz DOWN SOUTH dont go with MOMS
I'll cock~and~sqeeze this glock like the TITS~on ur mom,u jack my skills is explosive like a bomb--

I dont think I need explaining for that... :laugh2:

*BITER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!* :laugh2:

lol............................................... ..word!

you serious?

ALL i did was drop punches...I been stopped giving dat shit 4 free
but i guess ya used to that.....no charge...ya girl gAve you a STD

For A Noob You Play It Like Your The Illest MC
From The East Coast? Probably The Illest Of White Guys In NC

**************Hotshh!*******************

WOW YOU THOUGHT OF ALL THAT BY YA-SELF *Tosses Cookies*

fool look,...i was give'n str8 punches,nice...now i gotta give "crule hooks"
only time ya "punch had taste" you were raise'n money for school books