I sit back and let my fists work through battles with herbs....
Employee heavy punchlines in each one of my words ...
Everything I say is a set up .. or I hit you so hard you can't get up ...
Never let up ... the flow in the beat changed so my verse is sped up ...
Rip all these cats and once & for all prove myself worthy ...
Fake mc's tryta set foot in this game without a jersey
I know you heard me .... mod's edit this post try'ta re - word me
Workin in the clergy ... here news say it was the little birdie ...
Every 1 once in a while needs a scape goat ... to ecscape quotes ...
Rape shows ... a got a punch for every single one of Rb's Fake Hoes!

Since tha day i waz born, been label'd anotha raw thug from A-Town, quickly learned to Spray-Roundz
N i been Slangin Doja since back in tha dayz i was fightin on tha Play-Ground
We dun Play-Round, im quick ta Lay-Down a nigga thas Fake
U'll find im 'part italian' when ya lookin up from tha bottom of tha Lake
Down ta raise tha Stakes, cuz i been raised ta always Play fo Keeps
My punches mo consistant on niggaz than Days of tha Week
N nigga this's jus a Freestyle, but still a Hot Ryme
N kno ull neva have tha illest title in rap until ya Got Mine

a quick free for this cypher that is in need...
of truth between lines of lies from MC's...
actually, if you read between these...
you'd see a posted pic of you on the Cpu screen...
WHAT!
didn't mean to scare ya...
but i do dare ya to say Red Rum 5 times in tha mirror...
and then close your eyes and stare at the lids...
cause satan's been waitin to replace your life wit his...
I'm a character from your nearest garage sale...
the one askin for a quarter to ride the carasal...
and I know sick'll sell so well cause i got A-I-D's...
and still got a platinum record overseas...
droppin heat so quick tha spit dribbles to my dick...
no wonder why it's only a good 1 inch thick...
cause i needed to be a lil bit more crazy...
asked Superman and all he said was maybe...
cuase he was too busy tryin to save me...
from myself after I got a lil bit hazy...
SUPERMAN! SOMETIME TODAY, G!
before Poison Ivy tries to fade me...
FUCK YOU AMY!! you did me wrong...
as soon as you took tha first hit of the bong...

Yo you aint got no flow; your rhymes are way to slow;
Your like a bad hoe; who does not know;
Your Rhymes arent good enough; You think your tough;
You dont have any of that great stuff;
You think your the best; until I give you the test;
All you are is a big fat pest;
You say you wanna fight; although i got the height
You walk up to me and laugh HeHe;Now that you see me;
We start to fight; Now your eyes got fear in sight;
You back down; an run away with out speakin a sound.

i hate bitches who talk shit but dont say it to ya face/
u say "take it to da stage", but they pussy out with disgrace/
but thats wut a bitch leaves behind, NUTTIN!, cause hes gone wit outta trace/
the bitch just needs to leave this existence, leavin some more space/
for more poeple to be apart of this lovely human race/
not fillin the world with rage, and given people like me, the trait of HATE/

it might not make since, but i just spit it

Was that against me Bio?

the trait of HATE/

Still exist …deception should be the question
When one elevates another stagnates therefore the outcome
Is Hate…We strategies to emphasizes the lies that man
Infiltrate…But the true Einstein can recognize the
Design that has the blind not even seeing when
Open are the eyes… I despise hypocrites and emcees
That can’t cipher a rhyme…and bring true intelligence
Threw this thread that is being seamed with Time…

Head Cold
 

im sittin here with a crucial headache, stomache queezy, and backaches/
feeling like im on cloud nine and i cant think clearly//
it's a only a head cold im sick of it/
everytime//
pplz im talking to be predictin them false signs/
they just insane/
i cant just deal with that ignorance mayne//
i need the non-fiction, forensic in my pissin/
to determine what i got that others keep missin//
with my conscience common sense ill wing the head cold,
starve the cold and feed the fever/
plus with astma it's crucial when i take a breather//
this medicine aint workin deeply/
tryin to knock me out, but the remedy aint doing it strictly//

~i dont feel well ~ :throwup:

i'm not a killa mC, my clips empty...
i've barraged before, now you CAN tempt me...

{rapid fire}
I'll allow it wit your hollow spits and tooth ache shit mad ace quickly responds by actually shootin clips from nuisance engines creatin many pods of ruinistic music that was a millinium ago and is now some 1,060 years old and abused by loosening it...
key'd mad styles like addin 100 files to Kazaa's library of hairy pussies from kiddy porn movies and Metallica shooting tha first guy to make a Napster community that was immune to the trivial pursuit of rich statistic booming on MTV and VH-1 and sueing...
i got caught masturbatin by my cats yesterday and they joined in by mirracolous decisions made from up above crimson love for lil boys like tha bible's intense club that's underground in goth buildings shootin up wit ectasy and doing tha nasty booty rump...
a decision to make for the incission of the premilary vocabulary into a mans vision like he sees wat he says before he listens to his brain says somethin that's missin punctuation and bitchin of influctuation of imaginary fuckin a million women...
contracted by subconcious and interacted wit much constant tension beyond explanation relations above honest relationships in imcompitent to the cupid arrow that wants it to be and not to be Shakespearian drama beatin down your baby mama...

and that's psycho...
my mind has no time to rewind this crime...
it shines before tha light is turned on and chimes...
to break my concentration...
you need more than to hate my operation...

so fuck tha whole world sort a like i fuck this old girl...
I'm 18 and she's almost 81...
so no, squirrel... keep your nuts to urself...
I'm straight like tha man layin at tha bottem of tha lake...

I pray for all of the dead, the mission was with them
Sitting back envisioning an invisible system,
with intentions of crippling bitches
I came into this game with sick shit,
cuz I lived it in considerable conditions
The game is the just vision,
daily I made it utilizing the pain as my wisdom
I can't maintain if I'm restricted living in vain, I still try to stick to religion
This isn't the same, this is the difference bitch listen this is the prediction!!^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

I'm trapped


JamesJr.

School sucks yes we all know, but I sit here and wait to be dissmissed cuz of snow/
All of the classes blow, I don't like the cold but we got the A/C on and it's stupid/
It's always like wha' who did, No one else is a hot MC, But I'm just I guess cocky and bold/
One, Two, Three the verses are curses, Some of my stuff can land ya'll in Hearses/
My scriptures are like those ya read in churches my multis, are enuff to kill with bow ties/
I don't beleive these ol' eyes of mine, they confuse me, They choose me to hate mine/
I hate my lyrics but ya'll still feel its they hot as anyones but they keep flowin' till they dones/
I just keep goin' and goin' like the energizer bunny, aint that funny, I hate that stuff/
Everyone gotta clown me and they try to surround me, they try to out sound me/
They concentrate around me, They don't appreciate the reverse of hate that around me/
So Stick this dagger in me, Drink some lacker in the, end we won't send anymore rhymes this could be the last time/

anymore rhymes this could be the last time/

To shine threw the spectrum of a rhyme
Due to multiple emcees that sends different vocals to define.
Streams of rivers runs passionately threw the finger fearing punches
Anchor even my deadliest victims scream in the trenches.
Non intellectual emcees warm the benches as a godly minded man blaze truth threw speakers.
Ice age being broken with rage of heaters
The Sane Scientist Bio Chemist is the metaphorical Phoenix.
Due to me being Gods son so you know I stay scorching like Texas.

each line of my rhyme's designed to chill and stimulate nerves in the spine//
with texture so fine, my sickness is spreadin like twine soaked in gas//
then mixed wit some wine, so dope whenever i spit it must be a crime//
comin wit scary shit like clock strikes twelve times and bells chime//
sounding off the time for me to step in the battleground, face my opponent//
clean my lyrical eyepiece while my sonar's honing, i can tell dis gon be quick, cat's wearin versace//
blabbin nonsensical pairs of words, dressed in fur, im laffin about what's ready to occur//
i won't even need to come wit punches, i'll juss dropkick him and flesh stick wit the spur//

of my boots.....

For A Freestyle cypher...Cmon You can do better...
You Kyds wouldnt be BAD, Dressed in "Leather"...
Speed, 1 Elevation, 1 and The Treader...(Exercise machine)
Patheticly, This is like a Sumo Wrestler Vs. A Sweater...
Btw..."Hoon" please ryme ya bars it brings the shit together...
Like 7 "Losers" Running from a Clown that Controls the Weather...(Steven Kings IT)

Running from a Clown that Controls the Weather

So you know it’s IJL who controls the stormy winters
Manipulating the extremities of the elements in December
Laughing comical at our victims and watching individuals render.
Then watch how this scientist de ciphers other lyricist scripts
I understand hieroglyphics from the ancients and use it to annihilate Ur existence.
Unlocking the keys of the earths axis then turn the hands of time backwards.
Mess with this sanity and watch as I spit glaciers, and like smoke from gun
Watch as my mouth spit mist of vapors.

Lyrical_reaper
ayo test dont mess wid da best
i walk da street chest cuz i aint scared ov death//so fuck tha bullet proof vest cuz im still putting these bitches 2 rest//
aint taking racism or critism ppl hating cuz im white an not black wot da fuck iz dat??
ratatatata destroying every discrace 2 da lyrical race keeping mah pace got dis rap shit down 2 an ace