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/