Self Glorification
 

Yea... Like The Title Says... Promote Yourself

Six Lines MINIMUM

I spit-sick..cause i rip-quick...no one can hit-this/
Cause ya get-shit..and everyone took my rhymes and bit-it/
Im just not one to play-with..cause you just a gay-bitch/
And you cant slay-this..im solid as a rock so why say-this?/
Cause im just ripping..and im spitting..until ya clothes are soaked/
My rhymes are so hot they melting ya..and thats no joke/

I'm Nise and your not...I'm a rise when you drop//
Pop three off in your back just to watch your belly flop//
I'm smooth when I rock... Can't stop what I got//
Lock on to my target best know you getten shot//
Can't teach what I taught... Can't preach what I brought//
Can't run from somethen Nise, guarenteed you getten caught..

~Nise~

Everyone that spit so far, is straight garbage//
I tha only emcee that steps in a place,spits, and leaves carnage//
muhfuckaz is crazy, don't thay know i'm tha realest//
can't bill this, i juke, and spin, leave ya stunned like NFL blitz//
now stop promotin, spittin shit thats prewroten, i'm to nice//
Think twice, wait acouple months and u'll hear my audio skills wit my mic device//

LMAO....

This just-in-time execution, its like fusion, some new shifts
I can do this to prove this, so smooth it fits
and naturually its not even written, quickly typed flows is all i'm spittin

you best be quittin, or as they say, get-in-where-you-fit-in cause
my flows glow and I always on queue, faster than two of you put together
this is the time to spew out why so few can sound any betta

Im a disastrous masikist whos rippin this shack
made to attack rookies of rap by stomping there back/
To my rage which is in form of a blaze for days
my words shoot like artiley of an AK/
Hittin ur chest to deprive ur breath
and steal yur soul from death so your spirit never gets to rest/

burn rappers alive cos my lyrics are hot, have people scream, Call the Fire Brigade/
parade my top grade rhymes like im about to invade, aint nobody can stop Biasi's crusade/
People sayin they cant hear cos im spittin rhymes so tight im indenting ear~drums/
when a rappers had his time with me i ashame him make him volunteer~bums/
When Biasi spits i send shivers down people spines like im causing earthquakes/
spit to a high stake, make even the stubbornist of people admit 'i made a mistake'/

Why would i promote me wen i only gotta let the Tek speak easy
fuk a word wen i got a 9, txt run by kids is so damn sleazy//
But im here to bring a level of shine to the game
runnin ma mouf of coz look nicca, i jus got shyne from ur dame!//
But enough of the 'self glorification', i'll let ma victims do the talkin
i only stay anonymous to stop the fans from stalkin//

It's Bounce D.O. double ~G~ Shreading Herbs on the-MIC/
On another wave lenght like the light you can neva-see/
Infra-Red or 750 nano-meters of 'ultra-violent' photonic 'might'/
A play-on-words just like a play-on-Herbs, danger-ous-when I serve/
No need to glorify ya know I'm constantly HIGH... Elevated beyond ~D~ outter-reach-of ~D~ SKY/
It's like a 'Formula' when I'm 'Whoring-ya', FUCKED... cuz like a 'FAG' ya 'SHIT' Out-of-Luck/

Now I'll throw my hands in the air and Hollar "WHAT"!!!!!!!/


Ouch......

Im sicker than any desease known to man kind//
when i spit-im to sick, yall forced to rewind//
this my time to shine-my rhyme-my mental design//
cuz when it comes to lyrics im the meanest//
punch's hard like my penis//
my cum's so fluent it'll rip through yo girls fetus//
when i fuk i get female mones and groans//
wile to your girl your a bigger joke than martin playin " Dragon Fly Jones"//


....... im so mmm MMMM good yall could call me kambles

I get better with every rhyme I write, every post i make
they call me prophecy cuz im the future, the past was a mistake
only 2 posts here, but the biggest heart is mine
You'd think i got chocolate in me and use for Valentines
Dont expect me to show any love to you, im ruthless
My Punches will knock you out or leave ya toothless

i bring on a storm and watch emcees shiver and scat
huddled in little bundles, scared when i deliver my raps
real'a than that, called de3p cuz i knoe ur true thoughts
kill 2 birds with one stone? im killin a pigeon wit 2 rocks!
have wisdom? u do not, ur as dumb as beavis and butthead
but gayer than liberacci, which was who u needed to rub next...

Dawg I'm Skilled with a rugged pedigree,
steadily, flowing hysterically,
knowing that non is better then me,
who think they a better MC,
whoever said it is he,
who never intended to be//
talked the talk and just bluffed,
walked the walk and got snuffed,
its tough luck, you dumb fuck//
you don struck that thin cord,
now let me settle the score//
from here on is done, no more slumber,
the score is one to one hundred,
since you aint gone through my hunger

Spitting flammable rocks from my tangled tounge
You get tounge tied, flung high, way above the planet jung
Verbal teargas, spreading fast across ya whole diameter
Spyhunter, brainwave manipulator scientific messiah
Im A above ^^^C^^^ in breaching emcees
Speech in what i speak shatters the atmosphere and breaks ya teef..............................

dont worry bout me im sooo damn tight/
i got jayz and Nas askin for a hook to bite/
slick rick is askin for tips and tricks, a ryme and storie/
but im on a level bymyself, not even God above me/
u wanna punch? then go sock ur own face/
cuz i can grunt, take a shit, and make u a disgrace/
i could pen a classic in the parkin lot or waitin for the train/
and u can hit me in da chest, but it only make me stronger then bain/

aye yo aye yo yoyo ayeyayaya ayo yoyoy oy oy oy yo yoyo


ill skilled and impossible to kill my will
alone will brake yo mutha fukin grill
so chill take a pill let me spit some wit and spill
hahahaha its tight how i do it fukin around u kids
its natural to me it runs in all my fluids
anybody wanna battle theyll be tested
straight up im fukin reckless and i can bench press
more weight than my over grown testes
all yall bow down to da this mans essence
cuz ill hunt all yall down like fukin pheasants

Subsonic equinoxs burn you from these black foxes//
My minds toxic, mouth rhymes symbolic polluting you solid//
Aurora spit fluid leave you drenched in torture mucus//
Water fluid music crash landing on you rocks stupid//
M 'sea's' surf on my name, only to bail upon earth's terrain//
Your existence will get engulfed in flames after the end of this harsh phrase//

Im new to this game but seekin no fame/
flow with me and you'll know my name/
im from da burg and smokin some herb/
mess with me and ill send you to the curb/
but it's a cool and im no fool/
call me out and we will duel


*HOT ICE*
:whacky:

i spit sick like im infected with sars..i am murderin mc's bars..
leavin them covered in scars..and me leaving with no injuries..
wins come up faster thancars..even my opponent is feelin me..
all challengers MERKED and i got them kissin me feat..
battle me?? prepare for ur ultimate defeat..theres no retreat..
i got 16 KO'S and 18 wins..and i just say who's next..
image the illness if i was a twin..im straight up ill in TEXT..
dont even step to me..yall fags should have respect for me..
im raps destany...ur crews wack cause they all left for me...

Ayo' my style like christ, wit da word play//
they killed me twice, but I still rose on da third day//(record is 1-2)
I'm hot you couldnt question dat witta survey//
I'mma evil nigha, I'll prolly die in da worse way//
fall offa cliff and plunge straight in da ground//
but when ever I'm found, still holdin da crown//
spit sick rapbattle death all da way down//
listeners kant help but likin my sound//
ask any body I'm da nicest around//
I leave da cypher like an Englishman, collectin my pounds//

Yo I'm so tight you'ld think I was a virgin,
got the whole world searchen for the release,
of the piece that pass all nubies,
Don't like it then sue me,
My games so tight i got I two bar rip that a make the Pope strip, heres a tip never fuck with the best,
thats how punks get holes in they chest,
rippen without a vest causes deep lasherations,
I pacen and waiting for a bitch to talk
Cuz when she dose thats when she'll lose tha ablity to walk

MerKuRy, I'm sure u prolly heard of me, if not u have now
Cuz I done been on MTV, BET, Got this rap game locked down
I cant stop now, like I was Part of P.Diddy and his fam
Only thing about me is that I'm 100x Better than "The Band"
They say MerK is the Man, Got damn people never lie
Fake MC's tried to step, but left, cuz I Scared em white
I rule around here with fear, and An Iron Fist
Wack MC's step up...2 get knocked down by my iron Blitz

rhymin words steadily, eventually i make a great CD
despite the fact you lovin me, you wanna buy it to copy me
coz my rhymes are so d-verse, i spit lines wit variety
if my numbers of styles were problems, id be cursed with anxiety
cats always kiss my feet, they say "d-verse, i beseech ya!"
dont even bother battlin me... just let the master teach ya
see when i try to battle peepz, i use sticks and stones
yo id use my words, but they so strong, theyd break ya bones...

dum dum da dum dda dada dum

blah blah, that wut they usually say bout my style/
when i'm still the illest, if ya dun't feel this-freestyle/
did i tell ya i was strapped, oh snap-fuck shareazza/
any fair-amateur, i'm the narrator to come in-character/
flippin tounges to damage ya, from white plains to africa/
i'ma self glorify, ya muthafuckas i takin any third eye-suprise/
fightin through lies, blindin the sight-cuz i'm too nice in types of mic-fights/

i hold down a bunch of shit that come out at me~
my rhymes faster before they bust what i must to stand firmly~
i clear the are and clear the coast so no one dont pass by~
i reject you like tim duncan at high~
dunk and smash and spur to action to add to my collection~dont come nothin less than success and dont accept nothin less~
i bite and burn before you can glorify~
cause i just rejected and made you die~

yo yo uh

im so sikk, get wit it when i spit it, i need injections
word perfection, so excitin that it give females erections
take lessons, from a man whos the best with a blessin
put word bullets in your dome with the smith n' wessin
and maybe a few in your chest n' - shots have no second guessin
ill kill you if your testin, leavin you to clean the mess n'

fuck ye

shrink shrink blinkity blink/
got me in a chair tryina make me think
make nacious go to da sink/
and vomit/
clean it up wit comet/
dis my plawnet/
im so ill that im sick and not feeling well/
im kinda thristy ima build a drinkin well/
gurls dont like me so i say "oh well"/
the gurls all call me gay and i think "well..."/
i probably am but maybe im not/
rhymes are hot/
they aint tight they taut/
take u to da dock/
smack u wit my glock/
u got like a shock/
and ure missin one sock/
pants is wet cuz of pee spot/
its easy to rhyme im lock/
2 gunz up bitch dats d block/
hemroidz??? i gots a lot/
if i tried to be ku i get shot/
yo in all realness i always get mocked/
im tight yo i keep my head cocked/
"AND IM ONE HARDCORE NIGGA!!!"/
pull da trigga talk more than tigga/
im in da basement how u figga?/
i got a shovel but i cant digga/
hottest nigga hotter than a hot nigga in africa in summer nigga!/
krazyest nigga crasier than a crasy nigga on steriods NIGGA!!/
fly nigga flier than tha flyest nigga yo swat me wit a swater nigga/
black nigga blacker than da blackest crasy nigga i mentioned befo nigga!/
call me sheniqua cuz i dont live her no mo/
and my mom is a hoe nogga! u a hoe bitch so?/
check out my flow faster than dat twister nigga/
i bite more than that one jay z jigga nigga!!!!!!/

Im haych the nicca with the afro
sitting in the back row
ill just flow till the day i go
so watch me glow and never blow
cause im a motherfucking pro
so just kneel
cause im the only one here thats the motherfuking real deal~

i am a burden on the brain of those who claim be leadin the game
i run tracks, like a high speed train, in the industry fulla lames/

i spit the most horrible shit that most rappers has ever heard,
i should hav a godly stature, become my ryhmes soar like a bird/


an im'a keep spittin~this shit~quickly~untill ya sick of me,
an when i finished, defeatin me is no object of possibility//

yo when i speak, everybody listens/
tryin to find out who it is, herbals dissin/
cuz they know they will eventually, be missin/
found in a river floatin all bloated/
im swordsman morse so withouth the "S"/
finesse? a concept i comprehend less/
so when i battle i put mc's chest, through much stress/
i cant take it easy it just cant be done/
like tryin to c walk after drinkin a gallon of rum/
when i battles i take thats shit deeply/
like a cathator inside me tryin to peep me/
to sum it up i beat u with 20 scores & run it up/
im wild buck while u suck coudn harm me if ya had an armored truck

Once again let me tell you who I be, it's the B. O. U. N. C. ~2~ the 'E'... D. O. double 'G'/
Spitting Flames out this M. I. C. Firing up the T. H. C. Find me lounge'N in the V. I. P./
Smoking on a phatty 'G', taking all your H. O. E's, put'em on thier Hand ~N~ Knees ~N~ work'em till I'm Nutting-'P'/
Rock the MIC so-viscously, I'll heat ya Cranial-Chemistry, causing therm-ally induced malig-nancies/
Evaporating every water molecule, from ya optic juice down to ya drool so step away ya fucking fool/
Mr Bounce is here to rule, if U a homie keep it cool, before I send the heat, that's seeking you/

My overpowerin' presence invokes a forebodin' essence/
I'm like the oppression-filled God of verbal agression/
In battle sessions I'm like nobility to peasants/
With volatile mobility up there as my core hip hop blessin'/
The message that I'm stressin' with my complex form of expression/
Is that I can leave you guessin' with my mastery of this profession/
I cause skills to diffuse, the ultimate fuckin' fission/
Of ill destruction of an enemy, the ultimate merk transition/
So I urge you to listen, to the sole purpose of my mission/
Is to eliminate herbs in all forms while I lyrically glisten/

Its print...he's mint...drop NAS, I am what god sent....
No need repent...Ink ain't the only peice I represent..
I controll my space wit elite skills to diffuse an bruise.
Drop the 9 toolz...No hardware need'd...Im old school
Scitzo cus i say so.... My spit platinmates my label....
Call it Comcast cable.....way I'm digitaly able............
Its Print

you'll never find no one who rhymes nice like me
i guarantee i could think of frees to leave styles obsolete
my words are deep like pussy after a childs birth
my logics reversed i felt blessed after the curse
since my first verse i think at speeds of Pentium 3
everybodys weak they cant conceive my rap technique
witness me speak whispers that make ears explode
i pump so much fear i make hearts beat in Morse code
no one can let me go im the one you talk about
thought my name was Dick cause it always in your mouth

i aint great, im simply something to fear/
get near?, over steer, just killed the fuck out this queer/
impossible to stop me, go ahead a try it
hotter den death vah-lley, wrote something done, he tried to buy it/
walkin darkness, come test my mettle/
u tryin to talk dirty, well I AM THE FUCKIN GHETTO!/
DIRTIER THEN DIRT MCGIRT, HOTTER THE B.G./
AND I GOT EVERY FUCKIN MC, TRYIN TA FUCKIN BE ME!!!!

im keepin my shit ill
im keepin my bitch still
yall dont think im fareal
so you can taste my steal
im stayin down with these dago streets
im stayin down with my freestyle beats
i dont know how long i can hold
without my maricoca i get kinda cold
im a killer and my strings is tight
homies get shot when they cant decide

u all see me as a new face
here i come keepin with the pace
in this race
step off before u get mace
in your face
your a discrace
so get off my case
with little haste


first drop - dont hate


MM

I'm a Lyrically Transmitted Disease..
Like spherical hammers beating your knees..
Your begging me PLEASE as i rip you wit ease..
I'll charge you double fees as you cough an wease..
Teachin you ABC's, I'm the ruler of all emcees..
As soon as you press the keys, it's clear your wack..
So walk to your shack, I'll drive to my mansion..
I'm the greatest rappa livin, u just a fan-son..

aight yo

yo cutastraphe will bomb ya and blow ya up-i wun't even think bout disarmin/
cuz shit aint charmin, i'm liek the hardest cat with out an erection- in a female model's apartment/
crazy dope that' wut they say yo, cuz i got that kinda flow that's just smooth like even layers of yayo/
no hate bro, cut only spits the illest-i'll beat ya to a pulp and blame the rest on bruce-willis/
damnnnnnn tiem to step back, i bless raps cutastraphe'll have ya gaspin breaths like breast traps/

Tsheff will chip you down and bag you up like frito lays,
And verbally destroy you in over a hundred and twelve ways,
I'll leave you salted out and withered up like artichoke hearts,
I'm a master of superb verbal culinary arts,
I flow like water from a faucet turned on full blast,
And drown out these other rappers until they're part of my past.