i own this cypher...

i think to myself lookin at the college kids
drunk as shit, who's to say what knowledge is
i never met webster, but i read his book once
he seemed smart, but would he make me look dunce
in the same room if we were having a debate
on what hip-hop really is or presidential candidates
absentee ballots too confusing, so i expressed my views
on the issues to a few friends and let them choose
and sure enough i got through,
cuz through all the plumbing problems and the drama
i get to watch the inauguration of president Obama...

tell me what ya name is girl i saw you from a far
il let you in my game if youd just step inta my car
two drinks two winks and the estate im stayin
too drunk to think but she knoes what im sayin
so hit the ellie, skip the telle
slam the bottle , jam the throttle
your man dont hafta know, u just gotta keep it bottled
so bounce girl like the lights werent on
just bounce girl like you made this song
just bounce girl and wel get along
blonde hair blue eyes as i fantasize
her thighs in my eyes look like pizza pies
28 inch waist yakno da girls a perfect size
feels like the lambo the way this girl rides
i could go all night meng this bitch is alright
i could go all night with shit this tight
but if a bitch see gold you know shes goin.fo.it
cuz if a bitch see gold she thinks its moim.po.tant

i aint even got tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime to give a fuck
im out here just tryyyyyyyyyyyin to get a buck
thats why im hiiiiiiiiigh when i hit a blunt
and get hiiiiiiiigh when im in a rut
she aint gotta be fiiiiiiine to getta cut
just need a little thiiiiiiiiigh and a little butt
..hook...
i need a wish like im writin to santa
people thinkin they hood cuz they rockin bandanas

i got shottie's to protect me g'z plz
still'll leave ya body lumpy like cottage cheese
and fuck a fed we are some mobsters
my dude'll put the noodle to ya head like pasta
leave it red like lobstah.. no dreds
but like a rostah we cops alots of herb
record the illest shit you ever heard
clever words is all i'm speakin' while im skeet skeetin'
on your freak all weekend in the back of a black jeep n
i still keep the heat crack stashed in the steet
passed the police they didnt even glace at me

sick and tired of the people that keep swingin and missin
man how in the fuck could these people not listen
my mission, to show em.
i melt faster than a popsicle
im thinkin, i tol' em
imma treatem like an obstacle
I climb up and ova, bigga mountains then hova
my times up its ova, iv paved trails like the rova
the money, couldnt count it
the honey, yea she mount it
i gotz the cool whip n you know shes gotta share the fruit kid
ferrari coupe dip n so i leave the talkin to the suit shiiiit. word

shit nigga when i swing im not missin
its my mission to make your limp ass body to go missin
throw you in a river spit on ya now im shittn on ya
cuz you aint shit hittin me is like hittin a brick
while your trick is lickin my dick
im spittin this shit , im spittin it ill i need a hospital
I cant be cured
i spit toxic waste so talk slick and get sliced like a chocolate cake
or you can say shit and get hurt
or you can talk shit and get murked
cuz im flashy and i do my work
i leave my chain tucked you can see my ice threw the shirt

top the head no thinkin, you cant see me like houdini but not cuz im skinny
his rhymes couldnt earn a penny, ill murk his ass like a paralizer and spread his ass on the grass like fertilizer he think he it , that nigga aint shit he wont even battle me and called me a newbie? i knew he wouldnt get no where shit i cant blame him the shit i spit is hard to bare.

im out nigga :laugh:

hahaha way to bite the guy before you
yayaya jus cuz he light the sky before you
my words shimmer yourrs a lil dimmer
dead bulbs round here get replaced befo dinner
think quicker, think sicker right now ya just wicker
i cover like a sticker, my 3rd post for the kicker
hittin aces shootin spades nothin special these days
winnin races shootin fades n nothin changin these ways
dont get me wrong cuz, i aint beefin, i have a reason
my post was the one before you and i can see you were readin
and typin
while tryin
hard not to lie n theres no bother denyin
i can hear you sighin "*UGH*I gotta stop lyin"
stop cryin I trust that one day youll see
rap aint about violence or an STD
or how youll chop a head off on liveT.V
cuz its E.Z to be, a killer or a thief
but to make people see a vision or beleif
naw thats hip hop boiiis i tryed to make it breif

I own this bitch, don't get it mistaking..


who's got the gwap? whos been studyin literature?
I crush any contestant through the italic font of my signature
a relentless ruler; pens gripped to take notice
shift shape with the abyss of your existence and make homage
To the gods who mistake Kronus as the God of the shit...
Relinquish the thought of it.. Protestant, what you see is a monument...
any giving logic can't explain my accomplishment
on the mortal world to comprehend what I say to acknowledge it
They just nod their heads before they can stand in astonishment..
Of what they just witnessed seconds before it has a grip on the audience
I promise this... though, my shit's so outrageous
I rip hoes, and flip the sick spit's like flows from a menstrual
condone the credentials of mine and find the zone of my pencils
alone ins-ync with the microphone that's againt you....I'M RUTH ...
less with the music I begin to abuse
the rhythm and use, it to mimic the minute it changes
to abbreviate the stance of it's primitive stages
and calculate the result of my growth using immigrant wages....
so once again I must ask... who owns this b!tch?
Cannabarz; the omen no co-ownerships...
ask anyone I've muscled in, whether ethics or hustling
I've crushed many competitors in every subject - a trusted win
bust a grin, grab ya slut - put my nut on her crusted chin
then dunked my balls in her hole like a alley-oop on a rusted rim
and that's how a goes - a nasty asshole with a talent
of re-configuring the strucutre of his self worth within balance
and if anyone thinks they're a challenge then step up...
but guess what? Cannabarz is more than the best of this text stuff...

hey bitch
spitztrue its called follow the leader
dont be jealous because my shit is realer
keep a good concious before i knock off ya meeter
i spit fire have sun burn lines from the beater
and ya girl ima beat her
and ima "BITER"----------really?
ima show you some sence
you cant see like stevie did
put my tec in ya rib cage have ya tastin led
but ill do it nicely kill you with kindness
and if you could find me?
id say go ahead
youd have holes in ya head the size of a bobby pins
and boy im sicker then aids is
have you hatin life suicide with no note in ya crib
im saying im in like i said to ya bitch kid
she scream my name "CEEEE JAYYY"
like ya momma did
every girl you fuck you prolly kinned
brokeback fucker
you aint nothin but a sucker
with a keyboard and time kid
while im out in the streets puttin in time kid
this shits raw'llr then a girl waitin for bondage
and im married to this game it calls me like vonage

you think you it but nah im done and that was off the top of the head
just thought id say something back since you called me a biter

o kay c jay jus take er e zay
sounds like your gettin ang gray :pissed:
or your startin to beleive meh ?
off the gates your pretty cra zay.
2 bars you get lazy... ya fucked my mom in ya dreams :Offtopic:
PLEEEASEEE just like before, and the time before that :gfy:
u say the whore lacks but u still takin her back :nono:
dude your stupid, you have no say in
i dont make sense and you know what im sayin,
know what im sayin?
so hopeless you prayin
so starved u fadin
so confused you think your gay n
everyone knows you aint changin
spitztrew spits true,
im through with your poo
who the fuck is you
walkin through like you do
you dont own your left shoe
you walkin on a lease, tryin to make peace n
i got you on a leash , at me for one reason
"i just want to eat" :help:
haha how can u say that u didnt bite my shiz
sorry to break it to ya homie,
but u might as well of used thiz :yeahthat:



jus playin tho dude honestly, good fun cheers holla back atta

bitch got scared.

a freestyle version, o f what happens in turn when
I can't pick the pen up like I'm writing in cursive
the king of the Persians, a sultan to the merchants
travailing for months its time for the birthing
without a purchase, I expand my first plan
opening my palms to create man from sand
I'm not the creator but the modified updater
sending you a virus to your children via cater
a platter from the plater, design for the shaper
You'll never see presidency like Ralph Nader

5 posts on 1 thread
NOW
5 hosts want me dead
YOU
must o'heard what i said
NO
reasons to pretend
dont fall off the deepend
THAT
takes away the meanin
cuz i come here for feedin
I
respect cuz u were beefin
so take a seat n except the beatin
EATEN
like a tic tac as i sit back
undo the belt, start workin on the six pack
ANYBODYYYYYYY
on this thread wanna disagree
better bring bazookas when u dissin me.

..just make sure i aint...
ALIVE


.CAPS ARE THE REAL MESSAGE HAHA

I earn the degree on a murdering spree
ya teenagers driving with ya permits to me
so turn up the beat give me a furnace to speak
fervently meek like the one who's turning the cheek
I stir up the weak, tie 'em down wit a lasso
u gassed though, wit a beanstalk to climb up the castle
the dreams have past those with lack of aspiration
I come hard every time wit another innovation
no patience as I grow older in elevation
synchronizing the syncopated pacing
my brain lacing the very drug that I'm taking
which means I influence the flow of wat I'm intaking
the blood of a nation falls the love of the patrons
failed to control the shell of delinquents
too superior ain't no one adjacent
masquerading like jason, still crystal laking
be evasive, or leave your body for wasting
street magician the way I raise to the occasion

just cuz you own a dictionary dont mean ya shits gettin read
you pray to webster before bed ``make another one or im dead``
you spit non fiction really i dont even know what you said
true spits not diction but how the artists interprets his head
so i aint tryin to diss ya holmes, i call it spittin how i feel
shine brighter, true fighter and well see who gets appeal
come through your front door swinging cali forty fours
how come noone ignore me now that im aimin at your fore
head to the door, put you on the floor what you take me for..
fuck that trick anyway man i dont even need that whore
shes an old dog anyway prob cant learn new tricks
sure as hell bet that bitch knows to fetch a stick
or two, do you, even know who
shes fuckin other than you
nope. dope .
better hope he dont grope
better hope she used scope
cuz she aint usin soap
now that her careers on a slope
shed even suck off the pope
and your still withher
EVERYBODY! i think we got a winner
or a sinner, your lookin thinner
like you been eatin coke for dinner
throw you in a tail spinner ya pinner
take you out and no one miss you like winter
your a splinter to my tree trunk
its just your words man they seem bunk
scatter people like a scared skunk
i saw it comin like a prepared monk
it just stunk, your shits weak
your futures bleak
and as long as im here unless your spoken to..DONT SPEAK.


word to ya girlé.