who me?!?!?!

Im hoping to do audio

topical,text,poetry...but im pretty dead to text.. but i am capable of doing it..

whoa big chase does audio? i wanna hear some hehe.

are youy fucking kidding what kinda crew name is biker boys? lolol ya'll nevere gonna make it.

ya im not feelin the name eather lol is it gonna change?

check my battle vs. Archelogist, I couldve won...

^no im fine wit the name lol its alright man im still up for this crew

yall niggaz puttin me down or not?

lol heres my topical that i said i was doin it took me about 40 min to do this plus i was play nhl 2005:


Song: When We Meet.
When we meet ill touch you like never before…
I hope you like it, cause you’re the one I always adore/
Ill treat you like you were my own home chore…
When we meet I could hit you with a smooth touch of poetry…
If you reply and say I don’t think so, ill drop down on 1 knee/
Say I love you, you cant say anything and that’s how its just gonna be…
I wanna create days remembering you gardening in the garden…
Instead maybe we should just wait for the days to harden/
Ill treat you with love and give you it like so with lots of pleasure…
You remind me of a M.T.V model, you’re my most loved treasure/
If I had to I would tell you I loved you by giving you my admiration…
I don’t want you to be lookin down confused with hesitation/
It wont feel right if you leave me stranded in the atmosphere…
Nothing happens here why cant you just tell me to disappear/
If that’s what you want, then whats the point of me tryin to volunteer…
Don’t choose the wrong time to act up or you’ll be wondering where I am/
But if you choose the right time, ill treat you like my own school exam…
Ill protect you from all the danger and hit people down with a big slam/
You better come out nice with a high lit spark of ignition…
Then ill come back and win you over this really hard to be mission/

dont let herbs in your crew just because you are new...that is a big mistake a lot of new crews make...if it takes some time to get at least an all middleweight crew then wait...because once your crew gets established you cant just kick them out and then they make your crew look bad...just my two cents...

im half herb half dope lol but as you can see im np topical guy im a punchline person.

Alright, you want some verses.


Poetry:



A Spotted Reality

I awoke from sleep to find that I was a beautiful leopard.
Confused about reality and which life is the dream.
I shed my thoughts of humanity and embrace the beast.
Blinking away the black spots of confusion for those of life.

My entire body surges with vitality that I never knew before.
I have just awoken and yet I could outrun most anything.
Coiling my back legs I launch like a bullet from a gun.
Running for the sheer joy of the wind in my face.

I am a yellow streak on the golden plains of my home.
The rushing air cools the sweat glistening on my flanks.
The ground has become a slight sensation under my feet.
As I melt in with my surroundings…and nearly fly.

My run slows and I pad over to the shade of the treeline.
Where cool forest meets hot plain I come to take my rest.
My claws leave divots in the tree bark where I climb up.
Curling up on a tall branch to watch and make my rest.

Sleep comes in a lazy way, making me dopey.
But my half-lidded eyes suddenly pop open.
I feel a rumbling in my huge lithe belly.
So I watch the movement on the plains and wait.

I leap from my branch and land lightly on my feet.
I have a target, and I begin to run again, quickly.
The gazelle sees me and begins to run also.
It has no chance, to it I’m the fastest thing alive.

I leap and my teeth make contact with its neck.
Our bodies roll over and over in the dirt of the plain.
I spring up to my feet and my prey lies still in the dust.
Taking the corpse in my teeth, I head back to my tree.

My belly full, I lean my head against the cool bark.
I am the pinnacle of my evolution, nothing can compare.
And as sleep sneaks up on the greatest of hunters.
I wonder, will I be on two legs when I wake tomorrow?




Text:

Here's the link to text elevation, come and battle me after you go use it./
Watch me drop X harder and faster than ravers jamming to techno music/

I rhyme too hot. An effortless win, I’ll easily slice through all you brought./
But it’s easy to aim KO punches cuz all pirates know X MARKS THE SPOT/

Battling me is the equivalent of blind Spanish cripples trying to race bulls./
And you’ve only got DMX in belly after taking a round of cumshot facials./

I know elevation can cause frustration, but whack lines just invite hate son/
Now I understand why he listed getting “schooled” as a full-time occupation./

Left helpless like kids with ~broken necks~ my ill lines stay ~smoken vets.~/
And like a Mothers Against Club Drugs meet there won’t be any votes for X./















^ I have more text battles if you want to see more.