so fresh, so clean, now you know what I mean
like a dream, only 13, but the best thing on the scene
P.I.M.P, spittin game to these conceited whores
and I keep they legs open all the time, like convenient stores
stay on the grind, but do whatever to get my cheddar
cheese, please, i dare ya to find an emcee who's better
and I flow like a river, matter fact call me a sea
because I flow quicker than white women call the police

last night I had a bad dream even worst a nightmare
my friends beat me down and took my chains and nike airs
walkin home wit cold feet banged and bruised up
body looked like it was chewed and spewed up
when i got home evrything was gone i felt alone
i threw up and put the gun to my dome
and said in my head why
shot myself but i wouldnt die
so i started to cry
im goin crazy runnin around with a whole in my head
id rather be dead instead of seein my white t red
then all of a sudden the dream stops and i wake up
this is dream was true and not made up

I'm the iillest rapper to write from the crapper
When I say I take a shit on you, it's not literal, but pretty damn close to the truth.
No one can beat me, three to zero in au-di-o
The Wig never backs down from idiots with weak flows
Even the big playas I blast, they smooth like a babbies ass, but they still can't catch up, I'm too fast.
I'm not 2pac, and I would never wanna be, he's too generic to even be in a league with me.

insane in the brain like cypress doin crack cocaine
an unknown female changin the rap game, but whats her name?
jane doe. alive but unknown. dead but remembered
the hottest female in the game, and cold like december
bad-mouthed, and tempered, she'll eat u alive if u blow up
she a leader, she spit sickness, she even make the legends throw up
she underestimated like handicaps or a piece of crap at an auction
people know not to mess with her so they get in her face, then keep on walkin
when she say shut up, people stop talkin. she got the game in a chokehold like walker (walker texas ranger)
she changin the game like monopoly, even a S.W.A.T team couldnt stop her

my bad... found a typo!
 

Every line of mine-will line ya mind- like land mines-
so when I land mine- and realign- ya spine-
ya mind- won't have time- to rewind -and find a sign-
or trace or design- of the grime- that I spit in my rhymes!
sick in the mind-quick with the lines-
spits' thick- like shit- from the slit- at the tip of ya spine-
liquid with mine- flow so swift it's "da-vine"
Got ya hanging on every last word like it was twine!

Barz is dope, like Bernie Mac mocking his nephew//
While that School Bus Driver rides away screaming F-U//
I'm dope like Jessica asking is Tuna really chicken of the Sea?
Dope like George Young teaching Alicia bout them keys
I'm dope like meaning dumb with the rhyme, I could Rainman a beat
Show you genius simply, like not saying nigger, to act familiar with your peeps!

Playa's wanna beat me its an insane task/
Thinking i'm weak cause 0-0 my stats/
If ma rymes were bullets i'd unload simply vicious attacks/
Leave all yah bitches flat on yo' backs/
I aint got time fo' these jackass pretenders/
Fink they desrve to be in the same cypher as the num1 contender/
Spent alot o time as a young affender/
Stupid clowns layin down they cash n white flags pleadin surrender/
Blast a thousand slugs to penetrate yo' chest/
I can't be shot i come equiped with i bullet proof vest/
Its not ma fault i was born lyrically blessed/

^yung'n pretty dope^

ayo...
check it, a lyricist bent on world domination/
slayin these wack cats and lyrical abomination//
SixX spit the fresh shyt, chea kid, don hate/
wen ya hear him, his lines make u wanna rewind the tape//
he said wat? chea mang, i said, i opened the challenge/
im the one endin up on top, n u jail-bait//
im tha cat who spittin the raw talent/
u the cat spittin my shyt, but late//
Verbal Breakdown, me n tha yung thugs/
Got groupies n shyt, but still stayin wit 1 luv//
Chea im smackin des cowards from they faulse assumtions/
Shootin full clips at u to get ya daily lead consumption//

~1~

I might be new here... But never mistake time for talent//
Beating me is like seeing Osama in New York... It won't happen//
I'm sicker than anyone you can imagine... When I'm rapping//
Voice thunders in the heavens... But I stay smoother than satin//
Flowing 50 bars with ease... Whenever I breathe//
I've been here the longest... My saliva composed the seven seas//
Glory be unto he... Who belives that he can see me//
The difference between me and others... Is I make this shit look easy///

I burn fags like Europeans smoking cigarettes//
Walk on Mach 3's and Gillettes cause life's worth living on the cutting edge period//
With the pad & pen i'm mysterious like Rey//
You don't have to feel me to be affected like UltraViolet Rays//
Crime pays and the law collects and add interest to the debt//
What's the sense in jumping head first, if your not looking for some depth//

I love Hip Hop

me im the man, the rippa the overal glory acceptance....
top rap moguls cringe in my pressence...
when i roll by people keep they eyes straight
causea bad thoughts in ya direction send you to hells gates
say my name six times in the mirror
the over best everything award nomination gets clearer
thank people of a lower caliber and perfection
im by my self in the #1 section


thats some conceded shit right there for dat ass

Yo my rhymes are infanate they betta create a whole forum for me/
I be tha hottest on here for definate....no one can touch me surly/
Some of tha cats rhymes are feeble....heard it all before tends to bore me/
My stuff iz endless its boundless....know's no limit/
I got stuff brimming and overloadin ma mind, to many rhymes to submit/
I'll stop you in your tracks yall might as well just quit/
Might be hard fo' yall to admit but exceptional, can't comprehend, juss forfeit/

I'm the Diabolic Intelligent Zany Zealous Lyrics Extrordinaire/
Flow like water, stay submerged, I can flow without no open air/
I know you care, in a minute I can write full songs/
I don't sleep, 'cuz my ideas keep the lightbulbs on/
Y'all know that my spittin' is good, akin' if I'm nice/
Is like asking a park ranger if bears shit in the woods/

live in the night spit killa rhymez in a fight
call me blade the night crawler my flows real tight
this killa got the ill shit , im bout to win with 1 of my ill spit
niggaz im the real kid , get ready to die im the nigga u dont wanna fuck with
start prayin to get locked up , instead of gettin fucked up
battle me if ya wanna & i'll be sayin ....muthafucker good luck

spit ice cold then flip tha script
fire hits hot when i spit meh shyt
make emcees wuik ta quit
when i blow acid in ther ears so that theyre flesh is quik ta drip

call me a pimp'c cas thaz all i do
ill have u wonderin why ya gurl aint callin you

Look, For all emcees, I'm death's door
A win off of me is like, Don the Bishop marrying his best whore
Or corner store owners, not calling cops, on kids pushing next to his spot
I'm the answer for ill emcees in the form of therapy by electrical shock
I write poems and rhymes as potent as Pac in his prime
Death Row you could find just walking through the bars in my rhymes

one

i got a dick
you got a clit
but damn shit
it won't fit
so yoo gotta split
...........................lol/...........

you'll get sonned
I just begun
Making passes for fun
Shows everyone
D-V-8 from this site
i'll battle anyone

lol

no diss DV8 -- just rhymed

my prime rhymes is strat mind line times get hard i set yards full of ak's spots where shots and deaths happens clappen back ten times pen ritens is ywal spitens mines strat free strat styles mild is yawl hot well i burn niggas with uncunsernd triggas

dopper then the popes sripts of the illuid still fillin shit like my name my game that i spit ta yea chick then secends later she on my dick tryin to lick it fuck yawl that dowt me yawl the dues that chicks like my shit between they legs beggin for more am the reson your girl torn

I'm dope, cause I rhyme not uppn 4 votes, rippin' the booth
Most here r biased, & Like Jesus, they crucify me, try-ing to destroy the truth
So i don't fight it, let their mouths soar auto pilot
I'm like a fat man in a strip club trying to find which Bitch here is the nicest
My conclusion is, its all an illusion
I take L's cause I'm a noob, speaking lines leaving dudes in confusion


one

this is simple............im the best...lol...j/p

i got Pee's n Dee's in the school yard da way my "wordsplay",
been doin this for a month n "wacked" 8 "herbs" up 2 today,
i engineer my "structure" ta withstand the mightyest of "blows"
while opponents just keep packing on more layers of cloths,
my 'hunch-is' that you'll be left 4 dead by half my "punches"
ya can't afford all them,so i send the other out for "lunches"
this is a buisness "operation" im the doc n your the patient,
the powers out,so now i gotta pull the plug on my "patience,

yo my shit is off tha chain.....empty your clips coz dun feel pain/
Cold blooded......aint nothin but ice runnin through by veins/
I say im dope but let me explain when i drop no1 complains/
Cept tha poor sun o bitch who jus got merked/
See a women, rip off her shirt, suck her nipple till it goes pert/
I fIll each of my words wit firey rage so yall can get burnt/
when i spit i crank up tha volume cause a avalanch/
Yo i'll cut down a forest and smack you wit a tree~branch/
Makin money change hands like you was in a trance/
puttin fakes to rest like silicon on a womens chest/

ok im the "ruler" of this shit my flows "unmeasurable"/
ill get any mc and make it very pleasureable/
my flows off the chain like a stolen charm/
busta didnt even want none, why else "ring the alarm"?/
cold blooded in this bitch, matter of fact we in yours/
u thought she was a nice girl, u should see her behind closed doors/
im on top of shit, shit my nicknames everest/
every mc i battled left the game with SOMETHIN cut or severed/
self glorification is definatly my forte/
im come out killin "pussies" fuck all that "foreplay"/

ha ha! its C up in the house! recognize mutha fuckas!(echo fading)

~Yo i spit rhymes~but at tha same time~i plant mines~
~I'll have you reelin off my unique style~when i finish you wit these lines~
~I rap vicious and savage....cut you open and hide tha last bandage~
~It's like a desruction derby nothin but chaos, destruction and damage~
~I grab tha mic then watch slam it... Battlin yah mus have a death~wish~
~Im organisin a merkin party....got beef wit me your num1 on tha guest~list~

Me is tha subject you jus another number.My rhymes hard,you have a hard time rhymin,no wonder why they say self glorify.Cause others won't give you props,and please let me talk to tha stupid azz dat would give you rocks.And I'm not tryin ta diss,jus glorifyin myself,when I hear wack shit I feel good bout myself,cause some of yall need some help.I'm inclinded when it come ta rap,I see yall niggas tryin ta hate,but yall even can't spell dat.Its wack what can I say I'm in a class of my own,plus tha teacher,I don't need ya,I learn well wit tha crome.

How am I dope? Alright, I think I'll tell ya now
Hell I can do it with out words and you'll wonder how
Well, if you think about it, that would be one way
Another would be me and my skills with gun play
I'll snipe out you and another 100 from your clan
Right thurr is 2 ways for you all to know that I'm da man

who the fuck is raptor?
 

Call me Robert minus Deniro- No cash money or hoes
Jus 'betta not mess wit' mean flows/
Jim Beams flowin- No om jus jokin, don't even drink O-
Kay maybe cuh-vah-see-ay on birfday slow/
Change flows so many times- I get vertigo
When I go roun an roun-witta foe that's so slow/
Yuh neva know- Underratin is beautiful
The dark horse sent from the Lord for souls huntin/
The AlfaWolf- AlfaFlow like words spoken
When I speak-My words are released like packs huntin/
The don't return-Till they din dun what I instructed
They don't sleep, don't even eat they keep searchin/
Woe unto the one with the scent that the dogs huntin
They're comin tuh yuh area run in hysteria/
:shoot:

Im so dope you can get high off readin my rhymes,
and if you wanna get higher youll read it twice,
and the shit around my neck is colder than cold its dry ice,
you touch it you lose a limb foot or a leg,
be walkin around wit a wooden peg,
crutch or a cain,
im so blinged out if you see it you go insane,
iced out through ya eyes and straight to ya brain,
you lose ya memory and forget you were lame.

theres so many sweet rappers on this site is sicknin', talkin da hype, but only rock a bike and a pitched tent/
lick, lick a motherfuckin shot for kid nice, bottom of the throat ripped...top is pinstriped/
every motherfuckin thing I drop is flava, rap version of steve erwin...I "cop" them "gators"/
I cock block and pop them haters, jealous because I'm icy a.k.a "rock" contageous/
deuce

A new rapper with a message of hope
not bigger than black jesus, but bigger than the pope
I bring ryhmes down from the Pearly gates
Stopping wars and seperating old rappers hates
Glorified my existence with a god like name
Now you'll remember the day MCSpaz Came

wat tha fuck it iz im tha almighty word proces-sor
fuck walkin' around, i walk through and set off tha metal detect-or
^fuckin' wit me is like fuckin' wit Jason*,you cant win with hesistation
nigga ask freddy, i walk a way in triumph wit ya head, no ima-tion^
you dig i, i pro-cess, more words den my crew smokes, cess
i'll leave you fuck'd i aint a janitor so i'll let tha corener's clean-up-tha-mess

o shit i almost forgot-
*freddy vs. -jason-, that muthafucka is invincible
^im usin' this in a battle already so it is kinda recycled

Okay, Okay, Lemme See....

I'ma Say I'm 'Sicker' Than The Rest Cause Of The Way I'm 'SHINNING'..
Me n My Rhymes Are A 'DEADLY COMBINATION' n I'm Only 17 n Already ''AUTO-GRAPH SIGNINNG''

Maaan, I'm All About Self GLORIFICATION...
Now Gimme The Fuckin 'Crown' Cause Its The Prince Of The Souths CORONATION..!

I Know You Nigguhz Couldnt Be Me If You TRIED...
I Got Too Much Class n I'm Bout Ready To RIIIIIDE...

yo see i be given my slef som Glorification
see im tha fondation of all rap creations
see i be given temtations and frustration
to all emcee and femcee that be showing discrmantion
tha combantion of me and determantion
is what will bring back life to this rap Nation

I refuse to lose i have the confidence of a army of soldias
soon will got to green packin from workin cornas
it must be the fact that i strife to exeed
with these seeds i feed
otha feigns in need
brain bleeds and cells are terminated
smart thinkin is creamed and obliviated
no survival is necessary when you are hated

Honestly, none of you can even match the talent I was given
I have in my back pocket, what you pay as the price for livin
Hatin not an option, every mother-fuckers gonna love me,
Everyone acts gangsta, turns out they got names liek humphry,
I play it like it is, say it like it is, And i blaze it like a blitz
Surefire ways, Spittin so fast its like my mouth got the shits

Lyrical hustler, I set a flow to this beat//
I'll make you shocked so bad it make you jump right out ya seat//
I find it easy to defeat sleek meek niggas that greasy//
I hustle hard an all i hear from them is that you beat me//
I teach these, kids around how to rhyme//
set shit up so simple it got you blowin out ya mind//
I think that you gon find, this long battle is hectic//
I'd tackle you in inches, but you ain't even metric//
I set shit, ablaze from top to bottom//
I set the roof on fire, they still people in there but fuck 'em//
I lost my girl to this shit, she didn't understand//
Pimped the bitch so hard, the knuckles were fallin from my hand//
I'm fuckin people up whether English, American or Indian//
Visit the hospital you in, put you to the floor strapped to C4//
Walk out with a smirk, cos you got merkd, an did some shit you never seen before//

I fell face first in fury of fists on the first
of december & I can still remember worse
Events from earlier on in my life that hurt
but b4 i talk about that i just must diss you first
early dismissal yall the worst rappers I ever heard
at my acquittal the words you can not speak
you can only type them in because you can't compete
with wigga's thats in the industry
& nigga's thats in the street
I'm P-H-A-T yet I haven't had enough to eat
i'll crush your meat & bones once the first blunt hits my nerve
3 to ways to hit you other than my fastball and my curve
My suave' ways plays your bitch to the point she serves
my each and every need & she bleeds to please my perverted ways
then I dessert her in the desert a couple miles away

:: All my money goes to drug consumption
All you petty thugs aint nothing
But the real G's are entitiled to an assumption
If you're down with me you're down with Compton

Ouch kinda weak; C if you can beat it!!