Flyweight
From: Miami....um...Florida |
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IP:
and...here...another one from RS...to give you all a little taste...hehe..
Like reservoirs, Im saving energy to produce miraculous words on tha screen//
damagin spleens, i retract blood cells, recycle em, feed em to verb-hungry fiends//
serene as lyrical oceans seem, im burnin holes through coral reefs and shells//
dispeling yall minds of this plagued industry, it was good till ja rule shot it to hell//
im spelling out criminals, robbing the people of hope towards music that's good to the ears//
most fools are lyrically impaired, rendering rhymes that couldn't bring hannibal fear//
it's weird, what happened to tha persona of rap being heard through words that aren't infested with slug-feedin birds//
Great minds concurring, referring to tha lack of skill that music is engulfing, fuck, this shit's absurd//
Dispersing verses, of legends drivin aways in hearses, rehearsing obituaries that left people imbursed//
Reversing my lines so they could make decent rhymes, like time im inverting numbers, so their tha opposite of inverse//
Its a curse, tha way im jadin tha keyboard, leavin fingers to rest//
like asthmatic chests, i'm heaving these golden syllables, tha rap game i yet to conquest//
I.A.T.B..thats an acronym for I AM THA BEST, leaving fools to perish in the dust that i left//
im comin up quick, im still creepin for a comeback, like roaches, im infestin ya crib with my lines to invest//
So take heed to this need, ya need me, that's a fact, not an opinion//
dropping more ill lines than TRIGMATA and tha rest of tha MINIONS//
im on a roll, like dice, i land on 6, coincedentally thats tha number of KO'S i possess//
like Mike Tyson, im quick to bite off ya ears, to prevent biting, I rob ya clear of ya skill, like New Jersey auto theft//
but thats a wrap, im done chewing on y'all bubble gum artists, it dont even make sense no more//
like rotten floorboards, im leavin yall splintered and split, so next time i'm quick to spit a verse that'll leave ya cold in tha core!!!!!!
JUST A QUICKIE...NOTHING SPECIAL....A LIL FEEDBACK AND ALL IS STR8...
*VANISHES*
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My conscience was fucking with me...so I shot it
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