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self replied never....
I felt the tide sever the winds as it sliced through the surface... It's kind've like the feeling when you know that your life has a purpose This tide is basically the mc's who write in the circuit but nowadays, It seems like everybody on the mics in a circus |
most of yall rap dudes WISH TO GET RID OF ME
cuz i got 'MORE BARZ' than a PRISON FACILITY whether its multies, wordplay, or DISSIN' ABILITY you can just call Sonny da SICKEST IN HISTORY |
i'm in the cut with the knife to myself
hypin' myself, trying to take the life from myself my girl on that static again at it again blade to my skin, feel like i'm glad it's the end but my hand is sweaty, the knife keeps slippin i toss the shit across the room, then i keep livin searching the world for improvement, for today it's kool but keep the knife in my room, for the day i might do it |
haha chea chip is breaking out the multies! ^^^ props rappings the same, snapping your actual frame you ain't seein me, see? I'm back in the game, neck attatched to a chain like christina ricci believe me, I've been pimpin this old site, since ripping on goldmic now I got you panicking why? I'm your father..you can call me Anakin sky... walker, looking for planets to buy for the high offer like why bother? this games full of mice and look how many rats I've slaughtered! your getting fucked, like one mother and five daughters as an amateur cameraman focuses on the action for five dollars when it comes to the game I'm as educated as high scholars! if your not on the level I'm on you should try harder... Man...I remember when I was mad young, writing down on the pad some lyrics for the salvation of soul when my spirit has had none I can hear it, the claps come like the blast of a cap gun after shooting up a priest in a church crowded with black nuns! theirs is not one soul fucking with me in this whole thread yet I see some eye openers coming for your bread facing me only accumulates to the number of more dead I get people knocked on more than the bottom of board heads if you look at my room, it's the size of a high tomb and more bloodier than the inside of a guys wound! he tried to scare me by saying the fucking showdowns at five noon too bad I turned into a wherewolf just in the time for the wide moon and dug him deep in his chest as the blood started to leak from his chest He screamed got on his feet to the best, of his ability before I beat him to death! It's that simple, Can, a barz is a fly rhymer keeping the darkness under more pupils than eyeliners |
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lol, that's some funny shit... i'm criminally insane can't catch me, i'm like cancer, sick you like Bane when it comes to brick, :banghead: don't hurt yourself you a fan, how you think you gon' beat me prick when you can't seem to get off my dick, you hurt yourself when you come out of the gate, i already won the race one foot outta the closet just come here and have a taste |
cats pass it back to me so that they can witness a masterpeice in the open, while I'm scoping with the sniper rifle on the top of the building one shot, hit a 'nurse and some hospital children as bystanders scattered across, like a collateral toss shattering glass in the window.. a security guard terribly scar'd from the moment it broke dropped to the floor, with is walkie-talkie signalling the cops at the door they looked inside like the never seen an office before and walked right in -- just as I let a couple of more shots in the store blam - hit a mans chest as he scrammed for his damn vest It was a good thing a camerman had record on his cam pressed otherwise he wouldve missed the culprit from where the bullet was shot from there going need aid - I hope the hopsitals got some and by that..I mean a learning Annex full of the bodys of cops done ...in, by me - I.E the rapverse assassin and hit man who was dropped off with a couple of clips all lodged into his wrist-band with a tinted van minute man type of shit with a rifle tip the size of a eiffel strip.. I come clean, bum jeans in a t-shirt rum, tea 30 degrees outside with a pistol as a off duty cop rudy harrison directs traffic with whistles yea, that's like me, likely to snipe thee man of the law and damage his jaw, off some amateur raw footage while the cameras are on trust me, if their was a cat who could touch C..it must be someone I murked..and they reached for my ankle as they pleaded for mercy I do deviant work see, from the rapping shit to the cracking shit only 20 yrs old and I got it locked like closed cabinets your old habits get, put outside quickly I ride 9/5 like a high britney who tried to defy Whitney...., Houston my eyes chinky from the smoke in the car it's a hotbox I'm a star in the bar but I'm far from a hot-spot your like Jafaar in aladdin only hoping for greatness I'm like Jafaar to aladdin when the lamp was stolen and wasted your like Hillary Duff in glittery stuff hha.. I could go on I'm like Artillery in iraq, put the bombs to your guys bacc They call me McLovin, the bitchfucking chick magnet They call you McLovin'..cuz you look like the dude from the newflick the build of a toothpick with teeth that could chew bricks! ok...now for a moment a silence....ok... it's 4:40 in the morning and I'm still rocking the cypher last keystyle I was petrayed on the top as a sniper now I got rifle attatched to the typing I write in the raps Have the right to fighting you cats easy...just turned a minute later the regenerator in my system keeps going like the energizer I never size your, skills up to the champ in the game I got it closed and on lock like the clamp in the chain you only dampened the frame the shot of the camera potrayed now your the man getting blow out've porportion like a stan with grenades got hammick that's layed between two trees stuck in the green earth 2 minutes later and cannabarz is rocking a mean verse it's tighter than Rick Ross rocking the smallest jeans as his team first to help promote his self delusional image to dreamworks as soon as I rock mics it's like green in a stop light your not tight...hell, your more looser than Rob Schneiders Job writers.. sorry for my spelling, even If I'm yelling I'm mellow and cool, with the fellowship tool and the key to your fixtures you've been seeing the mixture between the demon who gets your soul and gives it to hell before the team could've fixed ya I have to confess to, I've been seeing your sister, and keystyling this verse while getting busy with my penis up in her! |
i'm hard like wood, oh yea, and i'm tough like leather
listen to 12 on wooden leather and pray the world get better i pretend it's fair, grin like a painted face inside a tent at the fair people loss they common sense, lucky i got a spare see this fare, these 2 cents, this kernal of knowledge right off the cob, if you want money, go out and get a job if you want a piece carve it yourself, or at least try if you want peace pray, if you want it faster die... |
A pen snaps, all time stops
The minorities love cops Tank Man's gun pops A rich man's only stocks Drop like impossible Pre-Op's A tree dies The mean cry Pastors lie And prophets hide All wars end God's Son sins But... you win? I don't buy it. :laugh: |
im evil as hell could be amagined, just fathom im laughing,
while stabbin n grafting cadavers while im passing, piercing with talons with malice intent on concious vets, im not concious yet, but im still killing incompetence, i sense the comp's tense, so i stomp all ya confidence, then the non-sense to release ya unconciousness, . . . . :huh: |
Im tryna get haters to stop it, there skills microscopic
grab pills I might just drop it, soften bosses in offices officers gone lock this shit, like helpless hostages I melt this on the tip of my felt thats gone just spilt ...........................its two sides like half this shit whos prides gone carve with kids who ride in cars and wips the times ive starved lyrics to find im past gimicks I rhyme to spark interest the kind that gods cant mimick :) |
im hated from four corners, loners then lone stoners,
fourlorn before i was grown like massive boners :thumbup: . . . maybe im board with this as i store my hits, smacking car doors with more than fists, just get the jist im blessed with sick wit, i mess with sick shit to kill a bitch quick, . . |
fucking misfits, I push their wig back like a jap fighter..
as soon I attack writers, with hazardous rap fibres a staggering black tiger' for you fakers who spitbars.. my dicks hard, I'ma 2 hundred & 30 pound version of spliffstar walking the earth in search for a female broad no details dawg, get to stripping them lee nails off ( hha ) so she can't scratch me when I'm hitting it raw watch my kids drip from her jaw then I'm dipping like chips do I don't get why most of you fags are flipping like chicks do oh right...your FAAGS.your basically bitches with dicks too! ( hah ) I kind've get it...the mood swings and the attitude don't worry I'm not mad at you, that's exactly what faggots do! ( ohhh ok lol ) I'm on the avenue, chilling up in the building with your bitch on my lap, like santa claus in a shopping mall and she got my cock n balls in her hand ready to slob it all down, until I coat her lung all white now that's the meaning of 'deck the halls" I bet you were inspecting a multie massacure rapping stamina, I'm back for ya amateurs faster than media cameras shooting world wide coverage and britney and lohan I'm bumping slow jams, can is like coke in a whole gram |
So advanced, i write shit down before i get a chance to think it, redo ya verse with provisions,
punches hit you into a pitfall from percision cuz the spits raw, finish my verse before you listen No league or division provide ample competition when it comes to rippin this, cuz im confusing, my train of thought two trains, explode with the pen as my brain embrace the collision |
i cant stand to see the sight... love with all the hate in my might...
poeple talk about it like its the best thing that ever happen in life... everything i write always get critizies by the same thing that lies.. but fine.. infront of my face i dispise the outcome of every word thats combine... from the thought of the evil... from the apple of garden... this is what i wake up to and sleep with... even can tell i farted... not by far the smartest book wise... but advance in a crooks life... that glair of the eyes... the hair in the breez... the fist that fights... u would think im able to proceed in a happy home... but every word that i say to other genders... make it eayser to be alone.... from the sweet voice on the phone... to the problem where they pick up the chrome... many time its been inform of many secret..... but it appears in the air... everything that it puts on... to the heart burns that flairs ... to the friendship thats ever lasting... from the crys to laughing... from the papaer that stack'ing... from the blue and grey fam thats crack'in... somehow im cought up with a red blood thats slacking ... if i was around my old hood i'd get slap and cap'd quick.. insted of thinking im G mac'ing.... whats the point of life.. if mistakes happen twice.. and we cant bring it back... this shit is wack... where's the wound i wanna go back...fuck talking this is fact... i cant stand... sleep... shit... without having a problem with it... and even getting a drug free job aint even the begining of me quitting... i need that smoke that calm the nerve... the friends who rhyme.. say jokes.. this is what i deserve... from playing basketball on the curve.. to the last people i would wanna hear they last words ... i cant believe this is my life... yet i made the choises.. so how didn't i not know how to avoid it? ... exploed this subject to those who love to guess.. i wounder did any of ya ever marryed to someone who poisen?? ... ooh yea if you didnt know im talking about my wife.... just something i'd key... wasnt focus but yea... |
days full of laughter and joy so i prolong my wicked ways....
straying from reality everyway threw this war fight against stricken lames... some think im sick and insane i'll hammer a brick in u so u can feel my pain... my brains a haunting outlet blowing like corroded magazine clips dropped in flames.... writing away my life till my pens break or my electrical notebook malfunctions.... venting this vivid painted picture of mines threw a series of complicated conjunctions.... since day one alive on this planet a head smoothered with rage filled me... like lung cancerous smoke into your lungs cause the effects seeming deadly..... ~1~ |
when i look at you,
i remeber why im here tonite, its all becasue of you and your white lies, cant stand the pain of saying my good byes, you cant go your seperate way, your so beatiful i just cant turn away, but all i hear is screamin coming from you rite now, i odnt know what to say,girl i just dont know how, but i know even if i tried to say something, yuh wouldnt hear it, next hing i hears the engine blarring, asked you why where you going, just turned and looked at me and said nuthing, now im jus here standing and looking around of what i have left of this world nothing around me feels any better this about transformed girl __________________ -Bullet- |
blah... this cypher is mine, I decipher the mind with the flicker then interrupt your structure like your mixing wine with the liquor once the times in the ticker the lining of pure design is a mixture of rap, give you syphillis flat..with the spitting quicker than cats leeping through alleys I'm deep in the valley sleeping and keeping a talley on wack hoes, actin' a child..I laugh at your style snap you in half' and fracture ya calve with the flow It's like a scab to the nerve...the flows furocious..like Scoliosis I put your back on a curve.. have linguistics chasing the punches after the word the verbal vernacular mastered in verbs fracture ya nerve more disasterous than anything your pastor deserved.. so sit back in observe the spectacular rapper preserved to attacking ya.. attatched to the page of passionate rage and captured in the chapters I served... shit...my family's ill get manuals annually filled wit' the basic instructions face the destruction as a boss takes a deduction from ya face reconstruction...>> you know that I'm nice the holy advice of a demon holding a knive to the throat of your wife while's she screaming ,,stab a whole entire hole right in her fetus.. I'm like the butthead being the disciple of beavis having your girl on her knees delightful to see this, dick so she can suck the white right from the penis! ( ahhh ) hold a sniple rifle n cock, right on the block I'm psycho, whether your like it or not, I'm the type to, blow ye head right from the top.. |
i feel incyan.. i feel like i need to drain the blood from my brain
to sustain the pain that rain in my drout an fill the drains that complain the same as lame... it aint a game fame is train to exchange the strain that maintain me in a lane rearrange the sight of fight for life after a bad night in a collision dont need spand dex to be tight, im nice with a mic like a techniction my expectation are rise by each bar that drop from my mind that'll clime the high rise quicker then blowing it up with land-mines punches i radar then land-mines after a few rounds u'll be hard to find like kids in a game called hide and seek, but in my reach u'll be confined dont interwind with wine that leave u ly'in in a cage with a lion all the prices talk i aint buying so stop trying to get ahead like hoe's fryin (get it) MOTHER FUCKER..... you cant get head if the hoe is frying some food for ya... GET IT.... |
ya metaphoriclly are boring and weak
i done had more fun taking tours of sleep hot like the core under u'r feet theres more to Text fame then copy'in technique the tech mang put u in the morge to sleep but the text game in my heart cuz myfingure pours just leak everytime i force a key... i feel no remourse to flee thinking they can just easylie give me a flawless defeat.. but first u gotta witstand the purrsure of the floor of the sea... puting you in submission is something ya whore already see becaue no matter how ballzy u get.... u'll never use a stall to just pee fuck that lets get it popp'in.... crystal an 1 fuck an watch how quick ya bitch get back to me dont talk about dimond... my ice got more colors then the crayola factory wining aint a big fact to me... cuz as long as my money right i'll never be down gun spray leaving you on ya knees now... fuck bloods I run with more Crip's then C'-Town i done stick more niggas then a roll of tape... i'll unfold ya fate the dudes u roll with are fake.. they'll leave u with more ground to cover then the mines up-state wait... if u wanna spit then u'll be the bait... getting more hits then rings tones for marry j blosh my raps u feel like a massage... ya boy ransum carry more MAC-then-tosh *the computer* MOTHER FUCKER.... |
this is pain.. living my life to the fullest....
and then having some fagget take it away with 1 bullet.... im bit edgey... pass tipsy.. my gun blast hit chest real heavy...., leave'in ya "cords-recked" like a honda slippy... (WHAT!) im ready for war... with machady and fours busting you wide open like pimples an pourse im sloppy with weight.. but it'll get done like chorse.... if you see the police.. better run for yours... cuz when it comes to giving jail time, im not having it... like buying a crib with crack floors.... im quick to smack whores... maybe thats the reason i never lasted with yours im nasty and raw... but the kid never got burnt.. what you kiddin bra?? im sick.... but never once had cribs or clamidia im a freak that had ya girl sucking dick from the ciling wall im the 2 hand it bandit that hold extra arms like octapus claws ya ought to push.. then fall.. with a bit.. of lit.. cliped raw.. you lagit to equip this sword.. that a have u sit in this ditched morge MOTHER FUCKER.... |
i missed my battle 2day!
he would of ended up being my pray, my say. lets have another go like i did on your bitch ya fuckin jo-hoe fuck religon i have a new vision,living lifes mission. the games hard, but theres no excuse of being a retard! u r or u aint? i'l continue spraying my paint im no saint. back to ur misses,i kinda like her! whens shes done im stuck in a blur. i didnt wonna stir but i do. wen she calls me she wont shut up,sayiny i love u through+through. oh get of my dick,u make sick! im only fuckin u coz ur man is a crooked prick. fuckin rap! im stuck in a trap. double teaming,points redeeming.and im only meant to b winda cleaning. but these lines won't stop reeling. get me off the ceiling. this is wack,if i had a deal id get the sack. no joke,dont prevoke.yet again iv had 2 much smoke. toke toke eeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr r??????????????? |
the criminal mind runs deep in my brain...
i spit lighter fluid watch me spark up a flame... and i cannot refrain from telling yall im insane... i illegally just injected hip hop into my veins... they call me a titan i gave birth to these gods... but lyrically speaking yall just a bunch of frauds... i dont do this everyday just once in a while... but you cant freestyle so you sit on ya comp and keystyle... and i never fear death because im nowhere near stressed.... put so many holes in ya chest youd be wearing a clear vest... who want it wit the criminal never spittin subliminal.... i say what i want when i want till ya heart beat is minimal... yall just a bunch of herbs posting on rv... never gonna know what it feels like to appear on tv... is there anyone in here if so tell me who see me... im the ghost you think you see when you feel a little sleepy... the truth hurts its definetly a true statement... but right now you trying to mess wit one of the greatest... im the meanest the leanest a glorified genius.. and my flow aint grimy but it aint the cleanest... come on now tell me who really gonna fuck wit crime... cuz it was written in time id be a lyricist who's sole mission is to desintergrate ya rhyme... i got a devious sinister mind... and all i regret in life is that i cant rewind time |
whats a matter rapverse cant i get some competition...
i do this shit wit ease like this is long division... have yall suckas wishing i never got this addition... to that 40 cal eagle i guess its time for some fishing... so who wanna fuck wit the beast... leave R.Vs emcees laid out admitting defeat... fuck peace leave all of yall dead an deceased... restin in peace curled up right next to ya peeps... who wanna try they luck lets free in the streets... ill let these pigeons roam free till i drop em with heat... cuz that Eagles getting hungry and he only eats meat... slice you in half in the water and really leave you waist deep... |
haha check it... it's been a while, I have to admit.. most of the rappers who graced the cypher before, Is not ready to type with the lord, of writing galore I got enough skill to put every member on this site in a morgue Now how does it feel, to have lived out most of your life on a board? haha yea I'm cocky, bitch..the rapping version of Rocky Six.. dropping hits, with thoughts of coming off of the top with this. rapverse, i'm droppin some facts first I'm in egyptian prince ressurected from black earth... in the bottom of tracked dirt... busted a cracked hearse, put my hand to the surface...to reach queers so you only right, see me once in a while like leap years so peep here, question the math of a professor intact posessing the most methodist rap, any form of lyrical warface gets left in a gap so tell me? do you really want your neck in a snap? so your head rolls off the rest of your back as soon as you reach for the tech and the gat? look, your not near the level I'm on, nor you could elevate to the steps as soon as you do, I'm already at heavens gate levitating all blessed never debatin' I'm always sure I'm lethal as hell deeper than 3 weeks in a cell full of rats, leeches and shells, rusted beepers and bells plus, on top of that...I can stop a cat expose his mind, and his thoughts go black...then I treat it like meat in a freezer, hang it off a rack... crimes in the cypher, a dear born...don't get the flesh of your ear torn you were the temporary employee, so thanks for keeping the chair warm.. but what your about to witness here is hop hop in it's rare form and you'll feel so high off the afrodesiac you'll almost feel like your airbourne.. But relax, fasten your seatbelt cuz this is a test drive you'll feel a mild case of nausea, after dropping my next five, but that's better off then getting half of your fresh fryed and your fucking punchlines dropped faster than the "prices" at bestbuy! |
that wuz dope man
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my flow phenomenal while yall still spitting illogical...
and im not stopping who this criminal out boxing you... cuz you beating me aint improbable its impossible... ill ignite a flame and take the temputure higher... spit a bar in the air and let it rain down fire... you gotta think like a criminal to ever beat a criminal... and it dont take subliminals to leave ya vital signs minimal... i stay on the attack till ya wig gets pushed back... to the brim of ya hat and tilts that shit back... leave yall cowards ashamed to step foot in this game... if you ever speak my name then im bound to take aim... im going insane lick off shots and fucking crumble ya frame.... exposing ya game throwing dirt on ya name absorbing ya fame... i throw flames and slash veins and leave ya carpet with stains... i dont flex this chemical weapon unless i leave ya second guessing... cuz i could leave ya horizontal with that old smith and wesson... im building up pressure and i really dont mean to lecture... but all you lil wack ass mc will get eaten like im hanible lecture... i guess its safe to say that thats a flamable gesture... parental advisory warning consider ya self censored... :shoot: :shoot: :shoot: |
Quit actin you aint cold hearted and heat paccin/
you got it all down but the script inside ya cheap jaccet/ nasty niggaz cant imagine who you eat after/ I eat off of hiphop, while I digest weak rappers/ cant put a bar up without ya shells, and ya chains/ loopin ass niggaz just sayin da same thang/ you see da last rapper that couldnt make the cut/ ima have to take you in the shop and shape you up/ put you on a hiphop scale and weigh you up/ nigga you 0.1 you cant make a bucc/ ima tell you and ya bitch the same thang its ok to succ/ just know once ya kneedeep its too late to change it up/ |
change it up..I aim and buck, the rifle of words, the disciple of verbs, adjectives, and writin preserved hype with thunder and lightnin nerves, ask em', superior cyph...twice in a row, dice' em n go, It's easy, I live life for the flow, since everybody I know is so triflin' yo Mic meddler, type peddler etc, write better tah free, you'll never be, better than me, you better believe I keep rockin the cypher I'm Pete rock - and the piper and combined, I speak hot - and decipher each block with a sniper - your teeth locked...I climb up each rock like a Hiker! pfft...c'mon man!? all ya'll serious testin the can? NO PASS - this is excellence fam, rock died...I'm only here for profectin the brand anyone throwin a fist at me won't leave with the rest of their hand attatched to the body, unless..the whole bodies flesh is wrecked on demand!? comprende? put you in a high limbo with a picture of my symbol the key speaks different languages so the punches are bilingual!!!! your mom went on the market, and guess what? faggot, now I'm single! I put my chips in her block so hard I got her to cry bingo! B-I-N-G-O Bitch, go figure, ya mom is a gold digger so when she reached in my pockets I had to crack her like old riggers! your not nicer than me! I'm iller, and twice the MC!? the motherfucker on the site ya'll fruitheads are typin to be speaking of fruitheads, I hate eating right...so I don't even bite down I just lay your bitch on the sofa and bust all over her night gown like "goodnight clown"...pfft, I'm the murderous jason courteous raging, emergency patient, hotter than the motherfuckin fernace of satan I furnished the basement, hah..just got most of the back clean put a comp in my a room, and topped it off with a flatscreen LCD HDTV 37 Inch, sharp bitch! bedroom set, 19 inch monitor and no carpets that's why whenever I'm rapping I'm mostly on that dark shit because my lifes pretty good..and it would be retarded to spark it.. can you picture me..rapping about..half of my house being surburban tile? a middle age grown ass man who mastered the urban style rapping about a bunch of stupid shit you haven't heard in a while? and ever since a younging he always happened to be a courteous child? ... |
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werd bitch shackin her ass in the avy above, just watched death proof and i liked it but didn't love. shit was dope when the first accited bitches leg flew off then i forget but i remeber someones shoe fell off shit was funny but austrailian accents are goofy oh sorry i mean new zealand hope that black shit dont shoot me but fuck it and fuck havin class in a few minutes and fuck dudes on the ball team i mean dem bitches that quit it but nah its they choice, its not they fault they all queer and shit i mean passin on free school, ballin and one hell of an experience. like im on a missionn bout to go and get fuckin incredible dudes wanna mess i inform them to get on my levle whore im out postin new tracks tryin and aint tryin to play dude wanna get one real collab, hope i dont get into a qualude. take my mind off the problem put my mind into focus always said no when i ever i was asked if i'd smoke it got my head on my shoulder, tryin to stay positive keep homework from buildin up, got stay on top of it. ... werd let me go do some of that. pzz |
top of it... for the apocalypse my thoughts elevate faster than rocketships talking provocative offering offices the dopest accomplishments ever recieved from a sociopath that's off his rocker with vodka shots, woodys, mikes, smirnoffs, and alots of shit fly off the dome, rhyming alone one of the few signs of a known giant trying to controll his mind from the violence inside of his home I concide beside sciences shown through modern appliances and try to modify the worth of it by five times of it's design for the zone But you - your a liar a clone, with the desire to own the empire and throne I left in the past - so fuck you confederate trash...your like a Hummer on a tight turn..destined to crash.. just got me some Mexican ass, without extacy tablets or spending hefty amounts of cash, Just chilled and perfected this rapshit that's what I've collected is mastered...it's professional text-ceptional expressions manifested through track mixes that or louder than black bitches! that are so high, the decibles feedback are cracked pitches fast ball - give the aluminum bat stitches I spit so much crack, the fluids inside of my back itches but i do it for the music, not for the power and plaq riches not for the fame or the stacked chips, it's.. for the vein feeling to remain weilding the wand on the game kneeling sometimes it's a emotion antidote fit for the pain healing but those problems go hand and hand, so I let it lash out let it run through my mind until the knowlege is passed out let it run it's course until i feel it stepped to it's last route soul of a man - consoled in the hand of a genius that's past doubt while your out on the street throwing stones through a glass house |
who want it with crime the only lyracist still speaking divine...
ill pull out the nine take one shot and sever ya spine... i could drop a few lines of unforgetable rhymes... i just speak my mind when i spit wit that unique design... im on fire and im burning hotter than ether... cuz one bar'll put ya mind body and soul in the sleeper... listen up closely i gotta few lessons to teach ya... you could never be me C.R.I.M.E... this criminal wont hesitate to leave yall deceased... resting in peace capiche ya butting heads w it a beast... i could have ya whole crew cought admitting defeat... im sick and i spit like its bot-cha-lism... so sick youd think the spirit of pac-is-in-him... and it burns deep when i hock this venom... ya heart beats that is until i stop its rhythm... :shoot: :shoot: :shoot: :shoot: |
i chop with venom and hit'em wit a lyrical acid
God of lyrics, i spit it 2 tha spiritual masses fuck some glasses, u couldn't envision my passion with 20/20 vision, i got stupid bars like a dummy up in prison its funny, suckers listen... i ain't scared of jail, look at tha judge like ''Honey, FUCK a sentence'' gimmie 25 to life, it's nothin - im hood nigga guarantee'ed, im a serve those quicker than good tipper's alot of rappers is fictional, im quick 2 wipe ya smile, liar it's sad, cuz wack niggaz tend 2 spread like wild fire can't be ya supplier, i smoke my own Mary Jane half way hustlers, niggaz rarely, barely bang but i do bust heads, so pass tha duffel u acting subtle, my fist full of brass and knuckles im all about my stacks and bundles Reast In Peace 2 Stack Bundles, tha burner leave u fagget's humble im a souljboy that u can't crank that nigga T.I. stupid, i keep my guns hidden like Anne Frank (LMAO) |
I'm a damn tank...with plans of elevating as high the heavens go whether there is an afterlife waiting for us when they pass away we will never know so I throw clever blows, through debate tactics and querys to settle those mind pressing questions as they are raised to the pedestal like UFO's flying around and footage of extraterrestrials shot and put on youtube for the status of credibility I guess as humans we have the ability, to frighten the insecure with the agility of texas prision facilities lightning as the shock waves goes through the convicted of death as he sniffles the feeling cripples and trickles what's left of his soul, confined in his heart right before it slips from his breath |
but the thing is...you aint a hard thug
i am,i grip the tools and hammerheads like a shark bruv in the game im bigger...your like a mini, im like a large bus but im not talkin size bruv, im rippin guys im like a large bus cos my cars better, i got the bigger ride il rip your pride from your dome, scolder your flows when my punchlines punch guys and alter there nose not jokin im broke, so im beatin the dudes til i start to make the paper like the evenin news freaky its true, but yep, i say and i share mine play and i scare guys..fuck it..im just wastin some spare time |
spare time...
faggot ..dare grind, if you cross dress n' act like a queer fine', I guess it's anything for you stupid ass to get radio air time' plus ppl have to sit back in decipher what u rap in a cypher, cuz it's wack, and it's like..we have to question if ur an actual typher.. what is it son? you got little fuck'n rash in ya diaper and ya ass is so hypher, cuz whats in your crack is just like the.. shit ya burstin and laughin it's hard to rap and then peep through ya verse and the act' tough, when a wack fuck is embodied so keep ya trap shut or just back up, better yet jump infront of a mac truck and let it drag your little ass till your whole carcus is cracked up! and that's what? a minute of writing infinite cyphering skills your missing the tightness dissing the sickest eliteness forreal? faggot..stop spitting here..try to get someone to write you a deal fightin' I'll snipe em and leave flying like a Kyte in the sheild.. |
iight im a bit rusty but i still hit a verse up
i still hit cha mans up,still got my grands up there is no point to this but who here gives a fuck i bag hoes n fix hoes u should call me ur nip tuck im ur angel dust,u need me to stay high n fly but if u light da wrong L then u sure to jus die who am i kiddin, im jus a nigga wit no bucks i have niggas like u waitin to get laced up to be continued......... |
rhyme tight, lines held up to the limelight
to define hine sight... whenever it's written or when it's behind mics fuck the iron mics, evanders and luis I'm undisputed, when it comes to this type of manner of music if your confused i'll break it down, I'm the man you cannot see behind the scenes, like extensions cords of cameras from papparazzi's.. so watch coz in a second it can happen and go plant panic and fear on this planet as soon I stand in the clearance so whoevers nice enough to give this man an appearance is foolish, like waving a Rated R movie infront of your parents! I don't act greedy but when it comes to this cypher of keying it's my shit that most of the members are likely reading! It's likely even, what I'm writing is the hype to believe in plus i got long horns, and a red tail..I'm most likely a demon it's not contest, but it if was I would've had a medal to show it off with a bunch of endorsement deals overseas that I'm blowing off I'm going off of a habit a talking I rap with a caution I'm back into austin, with a straight jacket and hatchett from boston that I slash through your arms and grab your torso from the back till I lost it and skeletons hanging everywhere that can be seen through a crack in my closet! me wack? yeah that's nonsense..it's a urban legend, it's not true I'm a urban legend to the community...which isn't new to me but ever since puberty I had the immunity to abuse newb MC's who exclusively use music to boost their ego's like mobiles |
Mobiles...
Shit, Is It Mo' Bile, Or Mo Bull.. That these fake rappers spit and think they so cool... No Fools, It's so cruel when I spit so cold It's Easy... This Is A Warm Up... But The Game Need Me... *Wait* As I Exhale And The let The Carbon in The Area... The Flow Explodes In Show To Blow Away Exteriors... Break Exoskeletons With Force To Carry Them... 36 Miles In Air And Break The Barrier.. Between Sky And Space But Then Global Warmings Caused... That Burns THe Atmosphere The Make The Sun Fall... In A huge ball of Fire And Ignite The Earth... When I Write A Verse It's Reborn In the Midst of Words... *Wait* Take A Break... ....Ya Legs I Mean... You Hate But Fake... ....Get The Best of Me?... I Switch Flows With Ease... to be cont. |
and I'm back again, african bracelet rockin I'm trafficing
you can consider the flow sacred in any form that I rap it in I touch mics and purify the boundaries of soundwave with decibles deep enough to have the strongest mountains of ground cave how naive, to ever think you could flex your writtens with Can now the most original form of hip hop - but your styles a hand down grab ya mans crown from the top of his noggin with rhymes I end it crush his diamond pendant with telepathy binds - I'm senseless with verses of pure mayhem my spits defy caution have you under the words like the quick reply option I liquify rocks and my rapping is far realer giving out more whips than a acura car dealer I'm BACK ! - mac'n the game without platinum or fame but I'm rapping again, and it feels so good to tackle ya frame.. |
im ryte now.. so i post on the last page//
bois out here want beef so i blast k's// ya boi's a spark, just waitin to catch blaze// so i ca get more head than a fat braid// 42 keyz.. i spit, its crack made// 'tryna get cash like a bank', i b baggin up// gat clutched iont fuck wit if u a 'teller'// cuz u ca get wet up like wells wit no pale ta have it drained// but i a spill everything inside of u// u aint hard boi who tha fuck is u lyin to// i got big cannon, switchblade, vest on// i shoot ya head wont have no neck ta rest on// --Keyz |
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