now i am the boss i do run the city,
over all u other cats i show my pity,
i am the big don so jsut releax my man,
u look at my jewles and be liek DAMN,
and i look at yo maam,
and i'm about to make her mine,
i am the big king boss with the 1986 rhymes

yo this is pest iam in the place to be,
all you punk suckaz try to be like me,
I wear my timbalands wit the trees,
all the girls say come home with me please,
they get on they knees and kiss my feet,
put a crown on my head cuz they call me THE KING!!!!!!

Uppin this cypher

my moms is a maid and ma dad is a trucka//
while i'm on da corner pimpin these dick suckas//
mostly i sit at home lookin at the tube//
while my brothas playin around and actin real rude//
gettin ready for the clubs in my new british knights//
wit my crew with me like a bunch of giga bytes//

haha its corny, but it sounds like its from 86..........

Well ah… put your hands in the air if you feel me,
Illusionist here, and I’m the sickest emcee.
I float like a butterfly and sting like a bee
I’m da slyest apple to fall off of the tree.
Born in 1986 and grew up in Philly.
Im pimpin dem hoes from La to tennesee.
Im not even outa High school n' im makin mad money
But im graduatin this year with a free stylin degree... degree....degree

haha (thats not how i really flow) but that was dope

throwin down in my adidas threads/
its 1986 and i got an afro on my head/
standin on the corner just breakin/
get on the ground, its you wallet im takin/

(lmao... i cant even remember the 80's)

1986, what??? no multis???? NOOOOO

when i step up in the party rappers aint saying nothing/
its they like just forgot what they discussin'/
with my track suit on and my shoes without laces/
i roc mic's and recite through my emcee paces/
**slick rick style**but i aint mad at you/
i got an ill tight crew/
we came to play, now the wack emcees will go away/
i hate you soooooooooooooo/
how much you already knowwwwwwwwwwwwww/
you took the mic away from meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee/
**cries**


lmao, great idea for a thread man.

I flow with skill-my ryhmes are ill-those who test it's those I kill/
I stay fresh,big trunk necklace-eat you cornflake cats up like breakfast/
Like heat I'm hot,like stars I spangle-royal blue pumas with the matchin kangol/
I love music,and I'll neva stop rockin-been doin this since break dancin and pop-lockin/

My name is YoungGadget and I'm new on the scene
My raps is fresh and my lyrics is mean.
I'm come to say something that yall dont know
GHETTO ANIMOSITY get that dough.

just clap ya hands, now c'mon just clap ya hands
say hey..."hey", say hoe..."hoe"
say Lunk..."Lunk", say Head..."Head"

to all yall who dont know who i am
i'm the LunkHead and i'm the man with the master plan
suckas can't stand when i rock the mic
so they gonna fall cause i'm rockin it tonight...

just clap ya hands everybody, just clap ya hands everybody
now scream...."aaaaaahhhhhhhh"

i rock the house from day til night
and its pretty obvious that all my rhymes are tight
no one can rock like me, not ya mama,not ya sister, or ya daddy
i'm the untouchable MC, yall can't even slap me


say hey hey...."hey hey"
say hoe hoe...."hoe hoe"

lol, how's that?

take it back to the old school 1986
where run dmc could walk this way and spit
were people made a livin offa they vocabulary
complex verbs simple punches no vulgarity
no timb, no air forces, not worried about hoes to flex
but instead teens singin, all day i dream about sex
this is old school, where West n east were Rivals
were niggaz fought day to day for survival
just for some Dough n no Bread, in our heads
wake of flows before us quote a nice threads

well i'm mr. gingerbread man
you can't catch me
gold chain on my neck
rollin in a chevy
i'm the k-to the-e-to the-y-to the-s
i'm the stallion rider when it comes to sex
i flow the best
beat all the rest
it's 86 again
evrybody raps

r to the oux is me, in the studio in the place to be
i rock rhymes over big ass beats, roux on the mic makin his-sto-reeeee
now let me get some action from the bak section, vote for ronnie regan in the next election
my muscle i'm flexin got good sexin
just ask ya girl i did it with perfection
1 to the 9 to eight six rock
if you wanna time my rhymes get a bigger clock