Im king and I make bitches bleed like virgins
how I'll leave U will suckafy docters and horrify surgeons
walk on 4 I catch a case of murder
One day yall real and the next yall slow learners
I keep it consistent fo proof that only tru soldiers hold burners
bitch play wit me an i'll teach u why the truth call me soul journer

unfuckwittable...

This board's my magic 8-ball, I'll grab and shake y'all
Until you come up with the goods, or get tagged with paintballs
Til you cain't crawl, bout time a nucka had his name called
I spit so much it mixes up my city's average rainfall
There's one for the almanac, son who you callin' wack?
I'll battle phone salesmen, when they hang up I call 'em back
Fake suckas, I knock 'em flat, toss 'em in cotton sacks,
Haul 'em 'back of the dollar laundromat while bumpin' conscious rap
And boom-bap with two bats until I hear their bodies snap
My nausea's back, I spit the chunks on these punks who causin' that
Awww snap, I'm 'bout to lay waste, beat heads to grey paste
And leave some no-skill netcees straight messy and shamefaced

i be the hottest in sac
breakin backs
wit my raps
dont make me pull out the shotta
the glock
or the AK
no need to be like every one else
cause they gay

My rhymins like a pistol whip itll shock and knock you sensless
You know my flows breaking holes throughout all of your defences
My style is relentless ,I spit vicous sentance
I beat the oposition before they entrance
These notions speak oceans flooding you with lethal commotion
Staying hot to come near u better be aplying sun lotion
No promotion I stay undergrounded leave you dumbfounded
Theres never any gun sounded

I'm the rap tacticioner, the black david stern rap's new commisioner/
I'm the franchise but my name's not stevie/
Believe me none of you nigga's can even dream to see me/
I'm just too much, if we played tag in a phone booth I still couldn't be touched/
They profiled me on the discovery channel/
Scitentists confirmed that I'm an animal/
A lyrical predator, ferious competitor, me quit ryhming never//

Now Im On Another Level, My Flow Is All Rebel..
And I Keep A Hotline Like Plaid Dats On The Devil..
And Ill Never Be Dethroned, You Betta Leave It Alone..
If You Need A Hot Verse You Better Call Tyrone..
Cuz Im In The Zone, And My Flow Is Flame..
The Only Time You A Thug Is When You Sign On Aim..
You Must Gotta Simplex, But Imma Keep You In Check..
Like You Signed By Nike, Now Gimme Some Respect..

King JT is the name i slaying the lame,
my name just says is the Joint how we lay it,
i may b obsessessed but i am possessed,
ythe flow that im spillin devils invested,
while i lied blinded in bed and into my mind the fed,
all of the war torture blood shed,?
contrary legend im mighty as Titans,
i bark like a dog and i always get my bite in
wanna know try fightin

Yo

Flow is the meanist,
Cleanist MC, yo' have you seen this?

I make dough so hot, that its the greenist,
Dont smoke pot, thats for the weeners,

My verbs put together with class in every word,
Not like a hurb who got together with every bird,

I'm a murderer to the alphabet,
Bitches pullin this shit screaming "I aint ready yet"

Spending to much time on every rhime,
When satisfied here I am, a british lime'

Oh fuck, I admit it, this shit was week and I writ' it,
That Grammer was poor, but I fit it!

I'm gonna vacate now, before I shit it

Lemme tell ya now, I got me a Bently/ An' listen up bitch, I'm a tell you gently/ that I gotta life, but it got pain/ but I'm good as long as your loss is my gain/ I gotta mansion, and it's pretty dope/ It stretches farther than a ten-thousand foot rope/ My women are ill, they quite the hottie/ because all 'a them fine, with an super model body/ I got game, and mine's up on the rim/ I gotta keep my afro thick but trim/ unless I put it up in corn-rows/ if I wanna get more ho's/ Then that's all I need/ I don't even smoke weed/ but I'm a pimp by all means/ like the pattern on my jeans/ And I'm a helluva bad ass/ My white women all got sass/ I don't need to eject brass/ to reamin in the elite class/.....

Peace!

i know i aint (jay-z),yall niggas (crazy),ONE,i aint been movin weight since the (eighties)/
but imma come up (lazy),lyrically (ready) to hit (ladies),get the crown then ill let kuniva keep his (avi) ........(maybe)

i have no known foes...
all the homos that've come close
are chokin' on gun smoke from a snub nose,
like it was a blunt toke...but enough jokes,
these dumb folks cant come close to one roast, (not the food)
i boast to be the most dope, but in reality...im cut-throat
i bust flows that run shows, so give up the gusto!,
if not, get rushed the fuck home with crushed bones and lumped domes...
trust im much known like "puff combses" crush on one "lo" (jennifer lopez),
but with enough muscle to tussle with rough blows,
i rumble to crumble fluffed ho's, my motto: "let no punks roam",
im trouble if you must know, but for now i must go...........
and as far as battles go, FUCK VOTES!!! (ha! not really. but fuck it, i made my point.)

(just a little somethin' somethin' for you all to view. also, any dope lyricists looking for a crew, private message me. until then, one love.)

.......s.v. dangerous

im the one and only..... branson from the brook/
girls say hes young, smart and handsome but hes a crook/
never had a job where he get that new lex/
dont worry about that...just know i cashed a few checks/
with my name on 'em...signature and dates on em/
strap on the shoes hop in the four wheels and skate on em/
im fly like a g4 and stay high like a g5/
the diamonds in the chain and bezel look like a bee-hive/
but you make think this is all rhyme but im dead serious/
you wonderin if i gotta gun so that makes you lead curious/
but i get respect cause ima still be me tomorrow/
and money is one thing you cant come to me to borrow/
cause branson live by the rules but'll change the game/
yall dudes'll switch up your flow but mines'll stay the same/
even though im versatile and swift with the punchlines/
thats still no reason for you to go out and munch mines/
bitin my lyrics that only makes me proud/
that you look up to me and your using me to please the crowd/
yall are my fans i promise i wont dissappoint you/
im tryna push the decimal back i hope you dont miss the point duke/
Cause im me and thats all i ever was/
but im the shit and you kids hate me.... just because

HOLLA- ITS JUST TOO EASY LET ME KNOW WHATCHALL THINK

yo man stay live and fully wired!
im so hot oyu thought i was fire
and what u dont know i got 5 wins
when i blow you away like wind!
actually think you tough or grown
niggas find out im tough like stone
sick of all the net g's and thugs
im so dope you thought it was drugs
Ill step on you like a bug
wipe my bottom of shoeso n you like a rug


FIRE FIRE

Rhyme style? Indispensible...Lifestyle? Reprehensible
Spit lyrics so complex and dense they're incomprehensible
You've gotta crack the code so you can know what I'm displaying
get past just what I'm saying, to the intellect that I'm portraying
conveying illness like HIV on shared needles
while I revolutionize american music like the second coming of the Beatles
microphones melt at my fingertips like psychokinesis
it's a'ight, attack me...I know who'll betray me, like Jesus
1000 years from now, you'll wear golden mic's around your necks
to represent Mister E's legacy, to ensure you don't forget...

i stay holdin it down for huntspoint
were if u wanna be famous then we give u a gun point
crazy im always making money and smokin them joints
so watch me better keep an eyes on me
now give me ya money not ya fuckin jewlerie
boy the name sheist who is u foolin be