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and I'm the best on, every track that I', blessed on
bench press the teflon, and 360 the half of your flesh gone It ain't a question I'm ruthless with the text that I drop keys and I don't got to cock, squeeze the bullets and pop..please... I rather handle my business with the pad and the mic batter your hype, shatter ya life...than battle, iite? it's that simple, I pass info through class and you wack nympho's in cracked temples, that can't be seen on the paper like black symbols.. my punches wind you, go ask Kimbo...a knock to ya chest push ya thoughts to the left and bounce right off of your neck so drop some respect whenever you enter the cypher to key it I'm holy, suger shane mosley right when you read it I'm sick homie, no fifth on me - I get it, your chicks horny.. for a dick orgy, only consisting of chicks and my dick homey and I spit game, with slick aim to bitches so peep now a unique style, the well can only go so low - and trust me I'M DEEP child.. |
the cannibals back, to damage amateur cats with a vengeance it's a wrap, a sentence is a death sentence as soon as it's keyed I only need two things in my life and that's music and weed give me a combination of both and I'm abusing MC's.. it's useless to try and reason with the rhyming demon a rap phene the type of a person that can shine through the dark of a black screen I'm pass mean, aspirin tablet taking asshole raping enthusiast tracking down every rapper that you had to have on your music list abuse your lips this net shit is getting boring for me though I mean, yo...been rapping since 02 with a mean flow seen the greatest of MC's grow, styles invented and teams go for the smell of the green doe, and the scenery of the scenes so I guess I been on for a minute the dapper don is a gimmick a rap-athon, to pass along to half of ya'll that are in it I past time, with rap rhymes on and off of the rap grind is crazy, i grew up off of the hype of the net now I type and select writing in text with verses of mad hate have niggas switching sides when they gettin played like a bad tape I guess you image could've done you miracles if you had bape yeah right, your a tad late.....that's 04, and were pass 8... 07 wasn't that great, got sick and I stacked weight went to work and my ass ate, then fell asleep on my last break got in touch with a class mate, didn't move at a fast rate when she showed me hickies on her a neck that set off that crash straight... hell....but even with all that, I'm still kick in the raw raps at your mouth, until all the fucking teeth in your jaw snap Man I feel like Robocop coz I'm bringing the law back this bitch is a sitcom, wheres the studio applause at? haha but on the real, what in the flyin fuck is a net crew? it just seems like a little place wher noone really respects you until you post up threads that you be linking your text too and it only lasts as long as a member does to their next move but hell, i still love it though on these verses I don't lie I was in a couple, back in the ages of 05 back when I thought this internet rapping business was so live back when samuel l jackson wasn't much of an old guy but them days just roll by, as they look at me typin keys remembering when i lost one of those fucking battles to 9th degree but likely, it was a dope one got my eyes with the scope gun shot the tree and was able to grab the branch that I broke from so I ain't mad, matterfact that's history that I wrote past smoke grass, while driving hopin inside that I dont' crash niggas in the callouts saying "i'll make the thread, if I go last" well since ur behind me, u can eat shit and get a view of my WHOLE ASS! you fucking queer...I HATE DEM NiGGas...but sonny barz is a beast now.. he has a unique style, reminds of me in 2003, wow.. looking back on them days and those verses written is crazy though kinda like the love that beyonce's having for jay z so I fuck around and key shit, 7:15 and I'm tired out kinda pissed off music was giving off to the entire south but they doing their thing with the platinum grills and the wired mouth their inspiration of music somthing you fuckers will try and doubt blllahhh would write more but damn im tired lolz. |
im a bout, money, niqqa, tryna count//
more cash than oprah, no askin// hoes a come n hang off ya balls sac just ta get on// my fit on i tip it low, n pimp on// i wouldnt trick off on a bitch if her tits n ass, big, thick thighs n a pussy tight as a virgins// givin money away's sumthin great but i never heard it// cuz i put thought n everything that i purchase// no birthday for half of them chicks cuz they really aint worth it// less they got, a good ass head on they shoulders// n im in love, n she got good head, n like to slurp on the kids that i cum on her lips |
but other than that a good women doesn't exist unless she puckers her lips, and gives you eye contact when shes suckin your dick! I mean it, once I bust in her clit with my penis is over, I'm going to my bed, here bitch - you can sleep on the sofa! but back to rap because hip hop runs deep in my culture and I'm not giving it up for any one of you geeks till' I'm tortured and I'm STILL, going hold it in... like I'm a rockin a cor-set bitch came on the ground how u gonna try to mop when the floors wet? i'm MORE vet, than man goddamn cypherings so mine niggas can get 8, why the hell you going the whole NINE? the flow shine, like a waterbed breakin inside of a gold mine with light bright enough to hit your optic fibres and go blind |
shit and the whole time i aint even got the bling wit// im icy dont mind me, im just chillin like a pinguin//
i meen this, rap shit is easy believe it// if u cant handle the game man than leave it// hard boi, a pussy ass nigga who u b wit// look fag, look at, my cock n greet it// gettin money relieves pressure like i was peein// that why this crack got my gums num like imma toddler teethin// 42 keyz i been on// hate boi n i a shoot, split yo ass from yo dick to ya chin bone// i a come n set off on the same block u pitched on// n send it up, coochie niggas lips like cups cuz they keep dicks warm fa real// |
watchin chick porn, some amateur flick on flicked on to the channel, my dicks long... hit a thick mom on top of the pannel I rode those humps, like a horny guy on top of a camel! rocking a flannel, fleece sweater ...their ain't no problem i'm not going handle give me a name, or somebody that I got to dismantle my shots and the ammo take off entire blocks make New York cops want to scramble! pussy, push me and see what happens when rapping and warfare collapse and you need more care for your ass and foreign gear I'm psycho when rapping a cycle of rapping... mightswell, make light of what happened....I hi-jacked rapverses boat and shot the side of the captain on the side, I'm just laughing...auto pilot mind of a man signed to the unsigned of the band on soundclick and still making them ground hits like cofee makers, your a cocky faker bending over to get drilled with the cock! you still on the block...thinking your nice with the rapping and your ill when YOUR NOT! see it? cyphering keys is most likely a steeze of my writing degree a heightened MC.. who overdozed on vicoden while typing a free |
got enough encouragement coming up to doubt myself regular
God hates the sinners, so why lie, and then i went secular and now they hate me more, but i shouldn't mention how i could barely afford to fuckin pay them attention and now i hear them loud and clear, plus my mind's sharp as ever and now i see they just stupid, sometimes it makes me feel clever and sometimes it gets old, maybe i should give back they look at my networth as i'm a family man and hood like the top of my sweatshirt and a good christian, on top of that model bitches fuckin me atlas can hold the weight of the world but it's crushing me... |
chips bak good keystyle dawg jus showin u sum luv welcome bak!
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all I have is this pencil, pad, a voice and mic son plus a sanctuary I call "the mind" for the notes that I write from gluttony, got the demons in hades all lookin up to me while most of my past peers won't even say what's up to me I guess that's somthing I had to accept when the burden was layed and the distance between my friends became further away when I grew out of speakin on things people were nervous to say and SAID IT! like why not? I guess it's the passion that I got Had to keep focused, in every sense of the word to keep me from becoming a bum accepting cents on the curb not to mention observe every form of acheiving and be real coz theirs a boundary of our mind every now and then that we keep sealed but i want to re-VEAL everything that I got for rap plus the love for it's history and for it's struggles on top of that! I want it to be a part of me to the point that it's off the rack and you could tell I'm Hip Hop just from the places I'm shopping at |
im lookin for the number 1 spot..yea im ludacris/
u wanna battle take a shot..come on now lets do this/ i neva put down down a challenge it either winnin or losin/ when the barz hit ya head u start seein illusions/ im a lil more than u can handle like a pitcher wit no glove/ ill put ya body on the wall like a picture wit no hooks/ im still walkin round wit the blue and no tephlon/ and still flyer than a f14 when its airbourne/ i like freestylin but sum of these styles aint free/ i scare most people blind when they come see me/ wit some artist i just cant seem to understand/ how they on top but but aint movin.. its alomost like a broke ceilin fan/ god damn now ive dun made up my mind/ im the hardest lyricist that any label can find/ |
plus I stay on the grind, and keep cheddar in my side pocket any verse? i'll top it, cuz I'm fly like a high rocket and I'll ghostwrite for you until the day I get my profit and i switch to topicals if you set up a fine topic I live the life, and key in here coz it's free in here so I suggest everything you see in here, that you leave in here a demon here, meaning I breath meaning not seemless air across computer monitors until the entire screen is clear I love drama, my mama my fam and my people so define lethal, besides the line that I rhyme equal to five people busting out raps in the square for half their career... and notice none of their tracks in the gear and I'm back in this yeah, it's too eazy I move like the new sheezy.. mcdonalds bigmacs and crispys I love my food greezy and I wouldn't fuck a bitch if she was married it's too sleezy and I wouldn't rap abouta pick me up coz it's too DZ K.O any rappers that step in my cinema my literature, isn't miniture every fuckin minute gets into yeah |
i got a sick mental, shit no wonder imma ill spitter//
my punchlines'll swing n dismantal a bitch dental// i pick pistols that i grip, let it rip n lift you// u boys cooked, i am raw over an instramental dawg// u boys look for hoes, hoes come to me// luvin me, like, luckily my dick is long enuff to fit em all// i dont rap, listen boi i unwravel crack// laffin at the game the game cuz most rappas in it cant spit at all// but most of em can, shit i aint makin a diss but see// i aint mainstream n makin history// youngest in charge, i drank, then get a couple a brawds// run em till like 4 a.m., then, kick em out of the fuckin door// i want more cash, i'll shoot plenty to get it// vicious wen i bite down, n inject the grimey-ist of venoms// u boys just snakes, i'll chop atcha ya head// spark atcha garment, pop, n let it hop u like rabbit legs// lets go |
i see rap as a sidenote a catchy way of what ive known
so really dont pay attention to what ive wrote cause u really coundnt follow the way i chose im on my path unknown and happy below the radar im scrappy not known for flossing im past things ive got money in the bank and i never floss rings hand me down clothes worn out sneakers but if i came out of pocket ppl couldnt hear your speakers i stay high and humble im quiet skies with thunder warm winters chill summers |
hot blocks, froze packs, sweaters in them cold traps
n hold gats that'll tilt a nigga ova like old plaques on ancient walls, like i come outta dust wit amazin bars imma be old n rich, cuz im young n neva foldin yall recitin verbs/ lethally mineded, erbs get/ reclined n chilled out if they fuck wit a nigga with and iceburg clip put nigga in a cooler sick and diluted eyes after smokin so many rookie's lifes, slow burnin 9's |
whatever i spit its odvious the street'll love me...
and if they dont its odvious the my personal haters... but no-one can debate us... 300 J.G the greatest... we make face lift and we dont use blades or razors... im hot now like i player for the blazer.. each one of my verse you couldnt whip out with an eraser... there noting you can do to amaze-us... you wouldnt have a striking chance with a weapon from dark-vader... and dont let ya face grace us with out expecting a fight.. my niggas use to taking you outta " myspace" like we found a new site... what the fuck you dudes is smoking?.. lets me open he's wind pipe.. you fuckers verses wouldnt take flight tides to a thin kate.... ya mouth i'll get hawk-split outline and chalked-quick... that'll leave you box's up like some valentine chacolate... im not bralic but i hold weight... so it's whatever you call it... an i never seen a dude take to many shot without being a alcholic... my ocean flow open doors like raided rooms... and you aint gonna sell out quick just cuz you rushed ya album and made it soon... guns sound like a major boom.. i'll lay the bride and slay the groom... so i played he dooms... but thats cool.. cuz like broken cd.. HONESTLY who the hell will play ya tuns.... just a freestyle... |
pt 2...
i gotta keep going and keep showing ya thats this aint a game... but you dudes hate like racist folks, ....when we living in colors like marlen and wyane... parten my slain but thats how i do my thing... and stay away from gold diggers, ... cuz like chinese meals... i'll clip off a chicken-wing... never take a risk at the ring... not knowing if ya opponit sharp... an dont catch feeling... cuz u'll fall to your death like owen-heart.. ( R.I.P) let me take a moment of silence.... .... now a days dudes think you'll sell record by promoting the violence... thats like owning a salaon an taking away the skill's from the stylest... that type of shit i'll put the ocean to silence... i wounder if the dude who created guns can honestly say he's proud... let he's family get killed by he's invention and see if he can ^^^ say it loud... mother i know you struggle to keep clothes on my back... and all those story i told you before wasnt all fact's... but you always was there to strighten me up when i went off track... you knew your son would one day turn himself into a man... but you didnt tell me i would get jump by dudes by the van.. but danm.. how can i hold you guilty... when everytime i explain how u was the words was always filithy... and you was the one who spend the night at the hospitol when dudes nearly killed me... so if blood aint thicker then water.. then i dont wanna be a real C (crip)... i gotta lay-down fact's so you can feel the real me... been throu struggles... had my gang wars... been in and out of cuff's... lost my BEST-MAN (R.I.P).. shit had me like WHAT THE FUCK... had my child taken away then got put on child support and stuff... fought my way back into her life.. got a 9 to 5 with memories i wish never happen, .... NOW YOU TELL ME IF MY LIVING IS TUFF... YOU DUMB FUCK'S GOT IT SO GOOD.. LIVING IN AHOUSE YET CALL IT A PROJECT.. BUT IM NOT SEEN'ing YA MOTIVE LIKE REALISTATE MAKING NON-CENT... YA NEED TO STOP WITH YA NON-SENSE... BITCH IM SAD THAT I LEFT... YOU GOT CARS AND MONEY AND CLAIM U BUMMY..SHIT AM I DEF?... I GOTTA BE DREAMING... CUZ IM NOT SEENING YA PICTURE IF YA HAD IT ON HI-DEF... ITS MY GUESS.. you just wanna purpertrait the image of my STRIFF.... BUT I GARUNTY YOU WOULDNT BE ABLE TO MAINTAIN LIVING MY LIFE!!!... YOU WOULDNT BE ABLE TO MAINTAIN LIVING MY LIFE.... YOU WOULDNT..... R.I.P TO MY BEST MAN... - T-REX.... I MISS YOU NIGGA!!!!.... NEVER? FORGOTTEN ALWAYS REMEBER.. TILL THE DAY WE MEET AGAIN I WILL ALWAYS HOLD YOU DOWN IN MY HEART... TO THOSE WHO CAN RELATE A BIT I FEEL YA PAIN AND STRUGGLES BUT WE GONNA MAKE IT SOON YA HERD KEEP YA HEAD UP HIGH AND DONT CRACK UNDER-PRESSURE.... RANSUM... 300 J.G..... |
type 2 give a fuk about life
type 2 give a fuk about wrong n right type 2 post in the cuts a night type that got nothing to loose type 2 spit hours on boose type 2 pik the wrong path wen i choose type 2 admit wen ive done wrong or wen i lose type 2 be to smart to confuse type 2 have my boys backs an neva refuse type 2 live life to the fullest type who slipped up and caght 2 bullets type 2 take life in full stride type 2 fight battles neva run n go hide type 2 thank hip hop im still alive type 2 hustle say fuka nine to five type 2 go get my own neva take a free ride type 2 be ready for wateva type 2 get caught on the slip again neva type 2 progress in live always geta bit betta type 2 love muny but know theres more to life than chedda type 2 learn from his own mistakes type 2 have a willpower so strong for nothing will it break type 2 take care of my family no matta wat it takes!!!! 1 |
i grab it by its waist, n tell hip hop im diggin her//
whisper in her ear a little literature// gettin her thighs warm, her clitorous n eyes wet-she cry'n// cuz aint nobody ever approached her the way that i did// i told her i would be there for good or the bad// n look past all the book-bagged looseteefs that got wit her// n spit hot lyrics mo rapid the the last rapper could// as a matter of fact, upgrade her dande-lions to lavender// now she want it so bad she taste it i will not give her any doubt about the, way i am raised go hard wit anything i put my mind ta// play but at the ryte times, n know wen to b adequate after~ |
swept the haters to the side incessant madness claimin em gift the tablets to the masses whie im crushin craniums the blamin him who seeks the key to open minds sedated when the greater men of revolutions left the dead to pray wit him its caven in the walls surround me beast of burden waded in meditaion caused the earth to shift
it started rainin when the wind of change invaded faded mass hysterics alien so i sit inside my thoughts when will this madness ever end |
process of elimination through a hostess in a city station
the citys facing a minute racing from critics tasting flavours of last minutes dinners in a shitty waste bin shit he takes ten paces before sitting faceless god damn the kid he takes this to a pretty tastless life dripping anceints knifes stuck to his waist at night fates arrived, set its place inline with the greatest rhymes day fades and shines,slavery pay allmost makes it fine the ugliest snakes with spines slither to take whats mine takes a ticket and waits in line I hate to die but hey its time :high: |
It could be a school night, and a mothafuckas still huggin the block
Chemistry project do in the mornin but I'm still movin the rocks This white car tinted window's buggin, cuz the motherfucker moves then it stops I'm finna bring my stolen glock and get some mad street props MC's tryna feed off the style but I'm gifted I'm sittin back gettin sick cuz all your styles just shifted Few years ago it was all about reversed bandanas, gats and black cars Now everybody wants to be a trap-star. Woo. |
Get my Mr Genius of Rap on, Im bout to Pee on mother fuckers.
People In a position of power pause I remain paybacks purpose piled on a porch personaly I prefer panties, Im a player progression patiently postponed on a prayer peep the pregancy package I packed with pace its pactitious Soul©, I use palaic phrases placed poeticly set in pavement purchased in the pacific punishments perectly pronounced never been peacenik you know I proberly painted pictures In peurto Rico Pussy punks pass plates, My writings are pederero paybacks preached in poor places, I am peleus pacs plots in pelican state, puff puff peplis You just got Pee'd on. |
if the gun pop...it'll drop ya dome...
no rims.. but the metal like spining chromes... im like the landlord... the way i get in homes... like masterbation... i'll wait till u can get it alone... run up on him like cheap material an let the hawk rip he's clothes... smash he's hand with the hammer before he can get he's phone... pour gas on he's face an spark so he's spit can maybe-hot... like bannd games.. you dont wanna play me not... cuz i'll squeez 21 in he's stomach like rabbies shots.... the kid hot now.... fuck what the game is saying... ran like iraq-y kids... young with alot of spit when the ak is spraying... fish-fi-ly ya grill... and have ya mama fill with jessus when her heart start praying... but you know what im saying.. alot of new cats style to me got-old... so i blast they spot and leave'em open like a pot-hole... then smash they face and leave ya jaw-Broken like they dont got doe... but i got those.. hollows... ripp'in ya apart.., ...so ruthless the pastor wounder if he GOT-SOUL... |
but that's the cross roads, where thoughts get lost n a crop circle.. get held in a full nelson until the flesh on him rots purple.... fightin with greatness with the mic in his grip that's enticing the stages... performing for lab rats, nothing but mice in their cages then I recycle the pages of words scribed into stone... my rivals are known, the rightfull king has arrived to his throne.. I'm the cannibalistic MC my bodys thriving for bones the day I die is the time I leave these rhymers alone until then, your alliance is shown..no mercy, I conquer the planet.. a bonker mechanic... to put your trivial thoughts into panic run in your backyard, spin your dad and swing him off of his hammick hiphops an international language how do you not understand it? faggot... I cope forreal... never cockin a groping steal killing the public as bodys feel up my stomach like kosher meals I leave the fate of everyone one on your roster sealed while your trying to stand up for yourself like a broking heel if you haven't seen the signs of your failure your blind to the naked eye you'll be a wack motherfucker until the day you die I'm suprised you've been here and was able to stay alive but now that C-A arrived, it's time for this homie to say goodbye |
im poised and got a different type of mindstate,
im in a grind race n tryna serve everything from alpines to bass meaning speakers ta hard white its a hard knock life so i got bullets bigger than knuckles wen i spark like desert eagle knock a nigga whole shit back/ extended clip so wen he's killed it dont click clack pardon my explicit content im just a kid that spit raps AND choppas And'll leave a nigga mix matched i talk shit yes quick ta pull tha 5th out, squeeze and stick one to ya head like u got on a pin hat/ ...get it?...i get the weight sample it n then bench press my flow is nasty like insess, im sickness |
no dis to kanye but i dont need no body niece
all i need is some herb to roll up and just release just to let go of the stress and find a higher sense of peace cause other than dro and kush, hip hop is my only releif if i didnt have neither, you bitches wouldn't stand a chance probably end up in a jail cell begging for one more chance stay praying to god to keep this world's demons off my back keep me on da right path, and stay on my ass when im slack see these are the only things that keep me from going insane take away the blood and all i got is music in my veins |
i'm on my grind like the trucks are stuck to the rail
can't give up i'm doin it make it or fail breakin the scales with the weight on my shoulders but still comin up like a pebble if i make it a boulder bolder yet is the flow i kick bet that it's somethin new no bitin', seem like somethin new, just let it sink in and i been thinkin... time has come, i know you waitin i'm back, srry for the wait and thanks for your patience... shouts to unfulfilled... fly pic |
I stalk shop keepers, and take a one handed discount
dismounted a kids belt and hung him like ' hows this felt?' Fuck'a metaphor, Ill settle scores with a clever pause I got a set of four better flaws than severed door make sense? nah, more like a few dollers a day I shine through lifes clouds, like crepescular rays in a few seconds Ill play a angelic harped tune leave you full eclipse like the sun blocked by a dark moon fat bitches can get a harpoon, run over by my car soon reverse over them like, fuck one tyre, heres two!!! I hear you, but your words dont mean a damn thing take your girl out ya crib like, 'time for some moonlight dancing' and if she isnt keen ill be Ill grab my cock like...... ............. fuck it, Ill do the damn thing. Blat |
and pull a hamstring, by the time that I slide in see it rising, she surpised by the size and the width of the head, fuck the kissing you can lick it instead fuck and roll around to you fall off the tip of the bed see ya'll ain't ready for the shit that I kick in a thread I just spit, grab ya nipples in the cypher and twist's till it's red now run tell that, I've done sell crack and smoke cigerettes to the point that my lungs swell black now, I don't mess with this stuff it's an excellent bluff for the folks, who do dope...and hit medicinal weed like the new coke I a know a few blokes, or british guys that would snuff phenes and fuck teens...kill em and throw their bodys right up streams... let it float in the river, before you soak in it liquor with a bottle of scotch down ya throat to ya liver with tempatures so cold the very soul would just shiver and refuse to shovel the very snow in the winter |
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