Im so dope cuz so I can sell my rhymes to people//
Im talking bout rapping plus I sell tha shit wit the neddle//
plus ma rhymes is lethal
andyou can find me on every corner like diesel
I dont really respect these clowns
cuz they think they some freestyle beast and they dont know how it goes down
When you balling like me you wont neva have a frown
I feel like santana cuz im the champion of the town
Nah I take that back im the champion of the nation
And soon ma shit is gonna be world wide on every radio station

u know my flow hot like lava...
all day i play the block even when the cops drive by em..
the bithches think a nigga sexy..
i guess thats why theses pussys wanna wet me....but i aint breakin no sweat "b"...
cuz i aint running they can come catch me....
but the wont...cuz theres somethig in my coat...
an i ant talk bout a pack a blunts...im talkin bout something that ill blow out ur front....holla at me im tryn to battle .............they scared.....

im da type ta put ya head ta da pavement
grab yo girl out an give her new arangment(klit)
dun like it, do sumin, quit yo frontin, an retaliat
ni¢¢az kant do shyt, an yet all ya do iz hate
wat i say ta all you faggz iz ta get strait an stop bendin
kuz u ain't no fukin em¢eez yall bit¢hz juzz pretenden

You know the Kid Stays hot like fires inside kitchens,
and dirty like a yeast infection in fat women,
so fuck it if im nasty, ill bring it to ya attention,
how i cut a bitch down to size like Richard Simmons,
im the illest emcee to step out on RB,
yall niggas beef is cheesy like burgers at Arby's,
I could never rap again and devour all of ya shit,
Cause in my hour all u fuckers will cower down to the Kid.

Holla At Em

i rap on acid and i spit acid as well
wrapping people in plastic like they is in jail
no white rapper racks her brain to the limit
because hip hop is a natural god given talent
spitting shit all day like i'm stuck in a beat
battling basterds who they they can beat me
bossing around every bottled up emcee
i wanna take a pill, pile them properly
i'll push around pussy's who wanna protest, i'm white
day and night i'll dagger every nigger in sight
at night

I'm strong enough to beat you and your crew, hands-tied-down,
Damn, bye now, if you see a shooting star, that's your man-flying-down,
Send anybody you want to battle me, I send em back-through-mail,
Your mom knows, I got a dick bigger than some of these rapper's-tales,
I sound-check the mic, and the battle is over,
Take it, throw it like salt, over my shoulder.

Let me give yall a couple bars why I am nice/
Cause I can spit atcha and hurt you, wit out thinkin twice/
I spit atcha brain and merk dude, and stop the blinkin of light//
they'wn call me the Mel-Man for nothing, this aint a joke/
Battle me bitch, and see if I'wn get provoked/
To clap atcho ass, and choke ya damn throat//
Yo air flow stopped, I tell you to breathe easy/
I tryta tol'ja, but you aint wanna belee me/
Nah you laid out on a strecther, cause you though I you was greasy/
I'wn play childish game, especially when I tell you to be easy//
ChAmP StAtUs, the type of level I'm on/
When I drop the mic, you lookin like somein wrong/
Pick up the mic, and get ya rap on//
You cant, why, because I smashed em' anarchy/
They cant see when I spit, it start to get dark g./
The rhymes is like a semi-shotty in the night, its gotta spark b.//
If you wanna test my skills holla at me PM, or try and Bitch Slap/
Guaranteed when I recieve, The bitch gone get clapped//
I'm nice, I'm hot, think not, take away ya rights rite nah.
WHATS THE GOD IN YOU LIKE, behind enemy territories?
cum-c-me biytch

im aint the best yet but soon i'll top the man/
approach wit a gat straped ta each hand/
and declare my own previously conqured land/
i formulated and plotted thee ultimate plan/

its ta take this human race by storms/
grapple the head and stake by horns/

im to nice wit da flow so niggas refer ta me as sick/
nuthin else jus dat im simply IT/

i dont appreciate others... they dont touch my elevation
i blanket them with skillz... jus like a leader of the nation
im just a deadly compliation... a 1 off manifestation
sent here to corrupt and disrupt with self glorification
its like being on vacation... without any complications
im jus reppin myself... an' no doubt the best... with exclamation!

Born with golden bloodlines and higher intellect//
copyin i aint into that, skills that compel select//
Spits like smoke, inhale my words and you'll choke//
Burnin fire within my throat,heat spittin like legends spoke//
I'm a livin myth, mist and darkness, shadows and moonlight//
unexpected like a foodfight, but awaited like lunch at noontime//
skill like the universe, infinite and forever expansion//
punches landin like a meteor, the damages.. you can only imagine//

since i was young i done what i want without complaints
without restraints, living while its time to reign
i stand strong, ontop of the game, cruiseing in the lane
my skillz remain, sharp like a diamond tipped blade
i got it made i got them played loving every minute
cos life lives me to the full, and im the best thing in it!

you kids is babie how you spin wac rap
tryin ta get at da top son i been had dat
and believe i stay strapped ta tuck and blow
i memph bleek cuz i'll fuck ya hoe
and pluck ya doe like beatin for ya pocket change
my perimiter of flow is that of a rocket range

stay down
 

stay down, coz when ima on the scene yaahl skit fall 2 da ground
it aint my fault ima too hot-an my flo kills any haiting nigga around
i just work it every day, getting better and better
till my flow reaches the top-and yo skits dont mean nahta
some niggaz say dey push clipz,but how many times wew herd dis
i remain hot, while yaahl spit so much fucking bullshit
i'll remain high till i die-when i dieing i wont even cry
use to the pain-my skills always fly high

Cannabarz is mor-bid, throws your arms-pits in orbit/
Storm-it with saturn, an use the sun-rays to tore-it/
Cannabarz is furocious, like a beast that' work-the-cunt/
Got gats so enormous got humans blowin out like circus-stunts/
Ima work-the-front, while ya'll work the anus-peeks/
An train ya pub-buddies to do the same, till anus-leaks/
rain-you-geeks like hail-storms, fukkin wit cannabarz/
I'll stand on your scars, an refuse to let it heel/
Got that vet appeal..
an Can is pushin more weit then when I let-the-steal/

VanIllabymidnite comes throuh and kills you girls right
People say "Man who's the cat that flows so tight"
I don't know I just stand up and take the mic
I ride past the rest like I'm on my bike and they on a trike
You can't see the white kid comin through like a treeleaf
Growin out showin that I'm the best just admit it freely
I just started have people screwin there faces up like I just farted
Just don't understand the man that went when the beat started
It's okay though I just like to have my style my own
I'm done and my life just started and I'm chizled like stone

aiiight, i'll grab-ya-girl, an stab-her wit' my dick/
stick it up in her clit, she likin that black-solami/
Cannabarz is tardy, start-wit-me an i'll part-ya-arms/
like police-officers takin gats from underage children/
shootin from buildings, take ya an rob-ya-farms/
take all ya crops, big ass pussies, i'll cause-ya-harm/

Immaculate u gotta understand this nigga's amped N shit
N cup ya hands when speakin to me...cuz ya ass will catch a spit
flip it quick N walk around with Ice bags in my belt
cuz it's like...this muthafuckas too damn hot for himself
lord he needs help...730 knows no bars when held
cuz his hands go free for shots on any pillar he stands
feelin it man...royalty N shit N i'll say it quick
that even bitches know
they brush their teeth before they suck my dick
N fuck a hick...sick rapper you know's dirty i ball
while y'all look up to 7:30 like a clock on the wall....;)

see me my self i don't need an introduction---i have rappers that wanna be me but like jay and pahrell they frontin/
like crazys in action movies i'm stuntin/my tongue is always blunt and/people pretty much call me hoover cause i really gives a damn/i licks clits, pull licks, and do the whole 9 yards/i don't think ya'll here me i took off a whole 9 yard/oh lawd, this kids name must be breath because he fuckin hot/and like a fool with a bummer in 100 degree weather/folks always waitin on me to drop

Whenever u want, nigga come ready,
i rock the mic steady, hands heavy;
The hottest nigga around, holdin down the east,
smack u w/ the piece, ya girl to my yard like my name was Kalice;
If ya punk ass talk shit you betta watch what u say,
i aint gonna play, rip ya ass any day
Who-ever wants it I aint scared of him,
if u want it that bad just send me a pm;

the names logikal..my rhymes the nicest-
peep my shit..my flows the tightest-
im untouchable...noone comes close to me-
im more than human..call me the immortal emcee-
anyone wanna battle? go ahead..its up to you-
i'll spit half my verse and you'll be thru-

yeah i mated in china, but originally from the carolinas---
i'm every kid walkin across the stage at graduation everyone is just so proud of/
yeah i'm a dictionary nucca, sometimes hard to define---
yeah i got a silencer that only a dog can hear oh my/
yeah i get bored, that's true, do u wish to question that---
"well what's ur motivation", i;d have to say dollar stacks/
yeah i'm bullshittin with this, "well when will u present ur best"
no need for that, nucca are dropouts, terrified of the test......

hell yes i'm pretty good, even though i ain't got many posts,
Shit, i get more "ooooooh's and ahhhhhhhh's then ghosts!,
Conquered both coasts, the middle Americas think i'm tight,
My rhymes so hot, i spit a verse when a shorty asks for a light,
I'll put a merk column in my sig, if you're lucky you might get on,
After reading any of my verses, you'll refer to me as gospel like john!

(Just something I'm working on for audio)


My Saddistic scriptz inflict death like poison tips/
Suspending neuro functions causing cardiac arrest/
My punches hit like 'Heartburn' tearing thru ya fucking chest/
'Nexiium' dying Merked by a 'Form-a-cist'/
'Cancer've'-ya like...Uh-oh 'Spagetti-ohs'/
Like a band of angery chicks my 'Violent Flems'
Digest you 'Candy' Flowz/
'Blowing' thru your 'Lines' like Whittney Powdering Bobby nose/
By my glands that 'Spit' Logic yes you'll Frolic in that 'Autums Mist'/
Like a 'Drag-on' a 'Magic-Puff' provided by 'Ganj-a-nonamus'/


~Bounce~

yea im a newb and yea im a female
but wen my shyt hits the radio it'll have top record sale
my flow is hard- i hit at u lyk mike
mite bite off sum body parts-yea rite sike?!
i spit lyk a virus cuz everyone gets infected
my shyt is the hottest-your shyt is just rejected..

Van Illa likes to rip shit and singe earlobes
The lights flash on and of like strobes
My style goes from hard to hardest
No I guess I'm not really modest
I rip of ya mic like it was in your back pocket
Or rather, picked it off the floor like you dropped it
It's incents that I burn when your angry at me
I'll chop you down like I'm sawing a tree
No one waves because you cant even sea
I infect you like it burns when you pee

im the illest in this thread
will my ill rhymes i know i aint gassin up my head
it almost 2am i aint tryin to go to bed
im still rhymin kuz i got voluptuous words in my head
my rhymes take niggas to hell
kuz im spittin bullets and your ears ache wen you hear the shells
when i come into town there celabration you hear bells
theres thought that sare 2 is gods best creation
i guess ive succedded in being concided
but its self glorification
so calm down before any1 blasts off in "hateration"
witch is normally push towards me
bekuz im a newb
and im takin over the "nation"
im ill dun mess with me
dun forget 1 of the most dangerous things other than my rhymes is jelousy

im here in this self glorification cypha
to up my posts and show im deadly like vipers
lyrical sniper only take head shots when i fight ya
fuck all dick riders, free posters an biters
im the police code for homicide
when i decide to kill other writers



Do not clog this forum with links to your battles! Put that shit in your sig or something, but do not post that shit in here!
~Bounce~

im new in the game//
on my way to fame//
so lets see me//
grab a mic n let emcees know this//
the only way you step to me//
is during arobics//
glorifacation is my main concentartion//
needa bounce n work on my educatation//

I simply combine, The flow and my rymes...
This is the mentality, that makes me ill like sublime..
Dont need my self glorification, its automaticaly recieved...
So powerful i cause grown men to fall to there knee's...
I havnt faced any bitch that could touch this lyrical bliss...
In all catagories they hoplessly miss, Read my shit and wish...
They had half the skills that I had, Going for guys too...
My self glorification, And ill bring you to Skoo'... (skool)

im the illest there can be thats simple-and-plan/
i spit balls of flame leave targets limpin-in-pain//
im spittin-this-game out like count-ry-boi-chew/
im a salvage beast and my hunt-de-coy-is-you//
so im de-ploy-in-two crome steals wit that land-in-ya-friend/
i spit such ill shit they see this post and ban-ma-a-gain//

Imma breate on ya/show ya how a real bitch grind/ dont waste my time, if you sucka emcees cant rhyme, cuz my lights gone blind/ while you left behind/ tryin/ to study my flow/ what the fuck she just say/ shyt ion even know/ sometimes I spit fast sometimes I spit slow/ pick up ya bottom lips now cus I got to go..

Still sowin these rhymes, like a farmer sows his wheat..
Rippin up the sod thats around your stinkin feet..
Put you deeper in your grave that the Grim Reaper dug..
Have you squishin up your face like a dumb ass pug..
Rip the competion, like coupons on shopin day..
Sniffin up all your money, like your popin pay..

Im so drugged up that i think my flow is actually dope
i might be trippin but i swear i saw my root beer float
I think im the "king of the world" like dicaprio
and im the king of your girl...i thought u probably ought to know
im so hot i would "do me" if my penis would reach
i aint a fag im just attracted to myself undastandably
im not from the south but i believe in keeping it in the family
naw...i just say that shit so my sis will get in bed with me





I thnk you gave us just a little bit too much information here. That last line was out there kid... I didn't know if I should laugh or puke...
~Bounce~

Woah
 

Wielded Rage, Striaght out ta' cage ima lyrical mage
Spittin spells, till I hear the bellz, Oops its ovea'
I just won you'll range rove'a,took it in the fight
the rhymes I spit must be tight, Make lyries take flight
like ben-jies kite,when my words flex I show Gods grace and might.
I dont claim to be a preach'ca, but ma words jump off ta' page an reach'ca
ya had'ta take the test but I was above the rest
So its time for you to take my rhyme and flee from the nest
when I start spittin' youre in my domain
Its like setting foot in a traffic'e lane, the mack truck's on its way
you better get to steppin and dont delay!~

I rock the mic harder than an MC with Parkinsons
Dun imitate me unless you wanna be starting shit
I spit whack I admit, but I really dun care much
This is cypher not a battle you dumbfuck
In Frontlines I spit Dope and stilla free agent
Si if ya crew is ill drop me a line end we'll reac an arangement

Van Illa come thru like I'm the fuckin thrilla..
God damn it you don't know it's like I'm a Gorrilla..
King of the jungle what do you want to rumble..
Your ass is like Outkast talkin about Humble Mumble..
Rip the mic like it was a girl in my big ass bed..
God damn it I only rip her after she gives me head..

Rip me open,shit steam'in inside
kids runnin, lookin for places to hide.
you see all the other wank'sta's.
Claiming to Gank'sta's,like Van Illa.
But im not dissing, its da point youre missin.
Im not even ganksta, Im just a man
With simple Ill'lyrical mission.

YE'UH!~

its easy to see im the illest emcee in the streets// to dope for the industry, cuz im alwayz bringin the heat//when i take out a .44 theres gonna be more dead, get a headache from wankstas//take it out, and put it in your head//rippin haters like paper, so fuck you if you hate me// face me, im ill enuff to give your dogs rabies//emcees get slain and splattered when they fuckin brains get batterd, insane ass rapper// but im the best, thats all that matters//i spit lyrical fire, spit lyrical shells galore// even if they miss you, i'll still murder you with metaphors//put several more in ya chest until you admit im the best// aint no competition, i know im better than all the rest//

I'm the illest spitta, a fuckin prodigy of rhymin'
Bow down and worship da master says Simon
Merkin' any nigga around is truly chid's play
Kid Killa's the only one who merks every day
I'm a lethal weapon, trained in lyrical combat
I hunt down all niggas, like a hawk to a wombat
My skills are incredible son, just lettin u know
I'm here to take over and show explicit flows.

This Talent I Have Is Unique From Any Other
I Take Hurbs Under My Wing Like RB's Father
This World Swirls As Spit In Slow Motion
Knockin Down Vet's And Hurbs, All Done
Collabed With The Best, Hated By The Rest
Everytime I Invite A Guest, I Get Shit Off My Chest
I Portray Imagery And Multiple Diverse Opinions
Work Hard By Myself, Got No Writing Minions
Remember Who I Am When I Run You Down
I Am The Dopest Emcee In This Lyrikal Town