yo i grab my pen and write whateva cums to my head,
im so high i think im dead,my whole bodys gone numb
this isnt fun its frightnin,my chest is tightnin,my head is fightnin
to scare away this hollusination this is happenin to our nation
cunfusin ourselves and givin in to this frustration!
do whateva ya want,wheneva ya need...but neva give in to this weed
it fun at first then,then ure lungs fill up wit smoke and burst
your in desperate thirst for air...its beginin 2 scare
then ure GONE!!!!

We -[p-S-a]- Wizzerp, Like Three Six We Sip Sizzerp, And It's true we smoke Marajuanizzerp/
The VP Has Spoken And The Game Is Over For You, Your crew is no good, the name isn't true/
I've beat Wild & white, deciet, & 3-5; Proof, Lyrically minded, white lightning and espana twice/
Bob the bitch up and down on my dick, Girls, they be callin' non-stop to use my "Joy-Stick"/
Villa's Over Herre you slut trick, Now take off those pants & lemme cut you little bitch/
You wanna be rappers don't seem to understand, You best do it or I'll blow shit up like the Taliban/
I don't give a fuck if you from the Lou or Cali Man, Like T.I. I Stretch Likes Like A Rubber Band/
I'm The Greatest of all the so-called Lyrical Assassin, Wit This new Gat I Be Blastin'/
Ready for action wit my mac when I bust back wit my Gattlin' when I'm battlin' & crackin'/
I'm Seein' your Future Like My Name Was Nostradaumus, What I See, Is your no longer among us/

there goes the sinnister
into never never land as he spits plesantly
N Replenish his vikin before he gets vilonety sick
n me n u can use and abuse drugs till our eye lids lit up
untill we can't sit up,shit outa luck for 2 months wit no buds traped n stuck wit bugs bunny n daffy duck sayin what the fuck too many cartoons got me all loney brains crazed to a faze where we in a movie n im george clooney? No way, soon we can get high on some baloons and sky rocket out minds out to neptune..

~Dont mind me im a lil out of it~

ya'll kno that i'm tha best..
leave slugs up iin ya chest
in ya head is wurr tha rest
next time wurr tha vest
watch out cuz kell molest
arrested for incest
fuck them i won't confess
mo i shoot..ur blood is less

im da hottest ever to touch a mic why you think hova leavin
da biggest nigga in da game these lil cats im over seeing
im over acheiving im hittin mad chicc yall aint even getn close to beatin
my flows is beastin

ok 1 2 1 2 and here we go


whats a part of me/ this hip hop philosophy so pardon me
if i sound so rude/ to misuse or break any of these rules foully
cause i spit shit/ that it stinks too much to omit
and you gotta fix any organs/ that i just ripped

Picture a fellon with a appite to catch a bite
with teath shapened and its like sharks grin-an
she's a picture of evil wearing army fatiques
with shades on eyes to the boots on her feet.
Hair white as a stuckle ceiling. a fit of rage she start the killing
If you sittin still you get stuck with her six inch heel.
razor blade stabs peiceing your flab, pain like hell from scizzor nails
She cant wait ready to scrape wont hesitate
to have face draped on a plate. Then crack your knee cap and decapitate.
when ever she fights your head can be on a pike if you like.
Bet you cant spit with your lips twisted and head dented.
Her enemies heads dangle poles loosely.
spot her and it will be the last thing that you see.

itz sumthin bout rap dat gotz a nigga stucc to it
dreamin of da fame and people burnin my music
anywayz let me cut 2 da chase
im focused if u haven't noticed just look at my face
and i still keep da flowz written
still keep da 4 spittin
at enemyz as if i have no feelin
u can like me or not
bringin in mad hatas cuz i stay icey alot

u cats just dont learn/ actin like i wont leave u burned/ glock nine rearangin ya spine/ and only charge u had was when the cops gave u a fine/ dont care wey u stay at/ ill come wey u lay at and leave shells in the place wey u and wifey play at/

ayo ima "infect" n "infest" in ya head harder then a "slugfest" and leave ya dead//
"Tread" over ya "dead" "body" and leave the rest for jeff dalmer to stick in his "loby"//

"Everyday" im "reading" to extend my vocab so i can leave bitches "bleeding" //
im always posting on other sites "feeding" of words so my lyrics go behond obserd//

Im as straight as a ruler ya never "bend" round me you "malicous" fucked up haters//
trying to learn to rap was so "subleminal" got told the wrong thing got my style terrible//

ayo aint nothin more real than me and mah lines,
stay packed wit more heat than dude from True Crime,
bout time nuccaz started spittin comin up to par,
i couldnt practice like Bank$ now im hittin em hard,
deese nuccaz is soft know dey never clappin da heat,
maybe clappin dey hands chillin in da movie seats,
im dead nice when i speak so remember da name,
wont shoot u, i'll punch off a piece of your brain.

Holla Back :gfy:

whats with your sarcasim do I look dumb//
dont look at that silver thing on my waist cause you know its a gun//
I dont really like violence I just do what I gotta do//
these niggaz chasin me down the block like I just shot a dued//
But I got a crisp shirt on and a hat and sneeks//
and some food in my stomach so its really all peice//

in my lifetime i dun met plenty of dymes/ and while yall marry all i do is feed em my mind/ and dont think i wont let da pump go/ its me u talkin about ill leave u puntured wit holes/ and i aint gotta spit for u lamecats put sumthin hot wey ya brains at/ now tell me wey ya brains at/ i dun been there and back/ hustled some green and even interacted wit crack/ i got my hoodie fuck rockin a hat/and its serious when i load and then start cockin da mack/ um tryin to find wey da dopes at/ caught ya mans writin rhymes so i left his thoughts in his notepad/its caution u betta lookout and my grill stay filled wit smoke like um havin a cookout/ uma bad boy but i aint gunnin wit diddy/ but we sumwhat a like cuz i stay runnin da city/ i might be yung and only 15/ but i still can have u gogglin blood like its listerine/ its nuthin

when you looking down the barrel of a four five//
that feeling of death come over you that pour vibe//
i'm teeching these cats about being stuck in gambino's inferno//
short attention spands so they dont really learn though//
I burn souls but not with torches and flames//
but with words cause thats gambino's game//

itz da wordz i spit that makez niggaz stop breathin
take ya breath away im cold in da hot seasonz
im over da top leanin to see niggas as i hover the blocc
plant my feet and cover my spot
keepin whatz mine if ya love it or not
my flowz hauntz and coverz ya blocc
unclaug shit dat da plumberz could not

so elated i made it/
they celebrated my arrival/
gift of fire... i'm passin out/
dudes muggin... lashin out/
cuz they cant... put it out/
some tried...2 stomp it out/
neva-the-less i keep growin/
neva-da-less i keep goin/
no - contest free flowin..............

yo its my turn get u fagets burned/ um da teacha now its bout time u cats learned/ dont give a fuck how much money u earned/ i still steal that pop u ya wifey and ya churn/ um gangsta/ ill run up and shank ya put ya life in danga/ cuz its 15 in da clip and one in da chamba/ yeah i hope u hear me i know u fear/ plus aint nuthin to have u floatin in the air b/ i hate niggas who be hatin/cuz of all of this money um makin so wut um cakin/ yall be on da block hustilin and shakin/ that mean yall be fakin um just waitin/ for a nigga to runup so i can put da barrel in his mouf and leave em tasteless/ u fagets

What'z Up Wit Dissin Eminem/what'z Wronge Wit Your Head/would You Rather Be Dead/i Put U In The The Bottom Of The Lake Bed/i'll Brew Up A Stew/put You In It And There You Flew/you Came Straight From The Zoo/stop Sniffen Glue/it'z Really Bad For You

itz tha boy soldier and im doin it daddy/
leave ya black tee red like cincinatti/
and if yous a grown man stop playin in forts/
you can hoped on like slamball courts/
send shots at you so fast you wont know what happened/
leave a red sea on your chest like a blackhawks captain/
and my man young b. stay holdin tha glocks/
ima give you more hooks then a tackle box/
and if niggas want to front then itz on 4real/
gunz make u lose weight like a formans grill/

sea=C is a captain in hockey.
:shoot: :laugh: :shoot:

Ya skillz is about 10 cents i'm about to dice dimes, yo life's likea game show n u all outta life lines//
My tight ryhmes unleash a defeat n u know i'm devious n grim hit you so many times with my punches you'll be bleedin within//
Yur needin a win been searchin high and low for victory , but you's the fallen king of misery and you'll neva injure me//
Like a blizzard-see i'ma leave you tattered n torn, yo mamms should've saved me the trouble n sprayed the ghat when u were born//

Yo, you gotta love Sundays, its the best day of the week,
a lot of sports are on, I cant wait till next week,
The Sac Kings are Playing Houston, but who is gonna win,
Steve Francis shootin more shots than I do with my Mack 10,
someone just hit a long distance three, oh shit it was Mike Bibby,
how can he look so good and Yao Ming so clumsy he looks Tipsy,
I watched a little Nascar, but I aint no trailer trash,
pretty safe race, not a lot of cars crashed,
Jimmy Johnson took the checkered flag, Jeff Gordon drove bad,
as usual, I didnt get to go the PIR in my town to see the Indycar race,
had to work, suppossed to be the day of rest, I rest my case,
I really hope the Lakers stay third in the West, so they end up playin Memphis,
Shaq, Kobe, Malone, Payton, and a bench full of stars, who the fuck gonna beat us,
I missed the AFL games, Im pretty fuckin pissed,
Im drinkin a whole lot, Im endin this so I can take a piss.

I touch-fame and crush-names I graced-sluts don't hate-but I rush-dames/
big ego to-contain still alive but I live through-the-pain people that is new say it's true that i'm insane/
step on weak to get-here but I set-fear all the times that I cryed I jusr regret-a-tear/
previous-altercations with losing-a-friend I ain't chosing-to-end but being forced by devious-nations/
think-on-life been doing this so long I shrink-on-strife nigga joined a street gang now his blood sink-on-a-knife/

niggaz dont believe me when im speakin
no time on da wek dayz catch me on da weekend
one to ya dome and leave ya thoughtz leakin
so errbody around can see what u was thinkin
im da strongest on this site my even wordz lift weightz
if we get trapped in a box i'll be the 1st to escape

plagued by my age i constantly struggle...
trouble neva misses a chance to pop my bubble...
surrounded by silence in a world of violence...
too many dimension of different propositions to mention...
fishin bodies out-of-da harbor subdued wit horror...
ice cream parlors turnin our kids into dope feens
young teens snifin everything from glue 2 kerosene...
a nation founded on discrimation...
with no affliation with otha nation unless the situation...
is a false cry of desperation then without hesitation...
we gladly send in our troops while we sit in our suits........


Think it overrrr!!!!!!!!!!!!

Give me one chance to interject/I wanna wreck and take a moment to collect/all the thoughts in my brain before I go insane/cuz I can't maintain huffin this propane/I slang the cocain to pay for my domain/hittin whippits on the highway while I'm switchin' lanes/shits too smooth to grab ahold/you can never change me with your remote control/because shit's to raw shit's too real/I rip fake MCs before they get to heal/I'm the master of the flow act like ya know/plant my seed in that bitch and let my garden grow/my rythm goes fast and sometimes slow/no matter what it's phat and one helluva show/so I'mma end this on a fact I made/ cuz I float like a feather and sting like a hand-grenade

im a menice to the game & a community pest
maybe cause i pull out quicker den unprotected sex
wuts next, u beatin me!?
the only way that would happen if i was a dick in cell block d
so dont fail to see me cummin
or u gonna think im kobe the way u see me gunnin
the time in close and and the message clear
im in ya head like the roots of ya hair
playa of the year is in yo presense
wet- backs like mexican pesents

yo i thought you waz my gurl/(my best friend)
but now you make me feel like i'm gonna hurl/
i'm bout to take you for a whirl/
i really don't need you/
you be takin my man/
but that'z alright because i got a plan/
your gonna pay/
you can't alwayz have your way/
believe me today is not your day/

so you say that you big/
but if that'z all you can be/
then go ahead/
but you got to prove it/
that you got the wit/
to stand up when you get knocked down/
to show that your not a clown/
snap back to your life/
your next weapon is a knife/
you done tryed with a rope/
your on to much dope/
your done it'z over/

itz alot on my mind an not enough time to type that many linez/ id ratha be out hittin bitchz thatz dimez/ call me one of a kind somethin like a red spaid/ comin threw tha block in a coupe tha color of unmixed koolaid/ no doubt about it i stay with the heata/ not derek jeter but ill go across ya head wit a bat in a black wife beata/ so just come an try me/ yo bitch will wash up on tha beachz on miami...

im reckless, infected with tetnis, respect this,
digest it, infested, ma best hit, confess it,
address it, im rested, so lets spit aggresive!

find where ya bar, throw you in my car
rape you in the back, leave you with mental scars
that shits sick like smack heads or pediophelia,
really im arrangin gang fights like quadrophenia
people say I'm feeling ya, I respond who cares
ill be sitting bunning skunk while my nas tune blares
I'm from where ya compare your nike airs to ya welfare
and days without police scares are madd rare
i tear through my life, not stopping to consider
blast you with lyrics I deliver, while u gasp holding ya liver

curiously to dissin', I'm forcin myself/
Gettin' drunk just to battle I need to get ahold of myself//
That ain't no pride nor dignity in this hip hop game/
It's just a big 'ole trick that they put on my brain//
word..
That's how I be feelin' sometimes/
When I think I'm saved just because I could rhyme//
That's shit's laughable, cuz no one gives a fuck/
It's a bottomline business, and it'll let you know that you suck//
word..
Maybe I'm just buzzin?/
Workin' graveyard shit was'nt worth lovin//
A slight alholic, and I can feel the pain in my tummy/
That's prolly why I'm rappin like a depressed dummy//
I don't know/
I guess it's just a day in the life of Keep It Thoro...

1~

my styles sic like eatin the popes nose/i choke foes/and break your face where coke goes/got dope flows/i spit legit shit loco/huff gas at sunoco/to surpress urge for cocoa/i smoke o's/cuz chrons the medicine/i think ur a deer so now this fawn's venison/menacin' like dennis the menace in/georges house/ur girlfriend will strip outta her gorgeous blouse/juss to get my attention/im loathed like detention/fuck it im your principal heres yer suspension/this tensions buildin/my comprehension of children/is not so great so you gonna get killed when/you question my skills/all yall are droppin like pills/best homicide service my gats got no frills/no bills to my name/yet im clouded in fame/stardom's attained/if u find the rite frame of mind/im walkin around blind/in the midst of mankind/intertwined,confined/to this contract i signed/i sold my soul to the devil he let me stay on the grind/

ahh fuck it here it goes

my mothafuckin baseball carreer, bout to go up in flames
cause my mothafuckin coach, found out i blaze
i cant stand the shit, i kinda do wanna quit
but my dad will kill me, fuck, this is it
i was just lighten a j, while away at lunch
coach follows me to the park, cause he had a hunch
takes me to his office, and bitches me out
i get in his face too, cause all he does is shout
hes about to hit me, but cooles his nerves
he hands it over to the principal, then sits and observes
like he aint got nothin to do, but sit back and relax
looken at me like im a retard, while im thinken he's wack
havent got the call yet, just waiten for my dad
to hear my prinipal tell him the story, then flip put mad
but i guess whats done is done, and i guess im fucked
shit, yo god, next time could you gimme some luck

Im the man out this shit, I rap with coherent lyrics
skill range is indefinate you cant get no where near it
clear kids membranes with my battling tactics
rattling faggots, with semis and automatics
my flow is off the wall, but my vocab is off cathedral buildings
never know where i lurk or who's truck im grillin
why am i fucking spittin free's im way past this shit
already outclassed every member of the CLASS A SIC(S)
better slash ya wrist, or the kid'll do it too you
clash feeble titans and reign with mystic voodoo

the thing i like about freestyles is i can relax/
i dont gotta listen to wanksta's that talks about their gats/
and macs,all day and wont shut up/the only words outta their mouths are ull get cut up/if you fuck with me bitch,and all that whack crap/
more worried about beef than the fact they cant rap/
but its cool like i sed cuz here that doesnt go on/
ppl here rap about whatever like wantin to be lebron/
none of that g-unit shit/ill see you in a bit/
loungin on this thread cuz the others make me sick/

I know cats.. that 'run da feild wit rocks' but they ain't 'runnen backs'//
You best get a grip on a gun and a strap//
Got puns and raps all packed in my minds back pack//
Stand back, watch out... and clear da room//
I gotta time bomb ticken and hidden about to boom//
I'm from the south 'West' so you know I'm slangen 'saloons'//
I'm breaken the rules, taken everything you got from money to jewels//
I'm swimmen in money, covered wit honey in my backyard pool//
Couldn't 'Fly' if you had a 6-pack of 'Red Bull'//
Pick ya jaw up, and stop ya mouth drool//
I know I'm cool, I'm bad...I'm a monster at hand//
Embark a spark on demand//
Crowd ya crew and darken ya plans//
It's like you can't 'study' skills and you starten to 'cram'//
Damn...Nise got 'strength' like his name 'Bam-Bam'//
Couldn't 'touch' me if you had 2 left and right hands//
Knock you over like I's drunk leanen on nightstands//
I directed 'Fight Club' just watch how the 'right lands'//
Oh man...I gotta Nise left hook and a upper cut//
Guarenteed either one bound to fuck you up...

Nise

thugs start ta struggle when my car pass//
your only way to degrade your placement is dark mass//
your a short male down low on the social scale//
five knives in your spine reside their as you turn pale //
suddenly it comes together in the dark weather of your mind//
your whole fuckin life peoples lies would talk behind//
now theirs no time for sublime rushes to you brain//
pains so silent its like the eye of the hurricane//
no worries any more your door was shut and white plain//
now bullets are your main motivation to take out those white stains//