Picture prophecies preached of poverty, assault and robbery//
Properly punking pussies tryin' ta bring it to me//
Actin' hard 'cus they box, well I got things to swing too G//
Slugs rippin' through that there vest, straight to your bare chest//
I could care less yet you still dare ta test//
No more dreams, nightmares at best//
Knife glares by the street light, you wanted beef right?//
When I connect with a right or a left, it's night-night//
Sleep tight, ya peeps might roll deep right//
Well I got a crew too, they do to you shit you can't comprehend//
Lyrically, physically, literally you're no competition don't pretend//
Stompin' through the door shootin' the four, having ya blood polluting the floor//
Blood stains, a thugs' rain, making sure your casket gets closure//
Give the inside of ya basket exposure//
Y'all haters ask if it's over, shotty detachin' ya shoulder//
Agressive like a rotty but my heart's much colder//
Shit, 19 now, but man I feel much older, liquor sippin' dutch roller//
No more cane to the nose, I try to explain to these hoes//
That E knows the games dames play//
After some sweet talkin' they all react the same way, this is the fifth time I got "brains" today//
Straight "genius", y'all out there selling rocks, ain't hustling... the fiend is//
Between this sunrise and sunset, night and day merge//
You get the urge to splurge shots into these herbs//
Follow the words as the lesson gets taught//
Street wars, rugers & Wessons are bought//
And there's more sparkin' in the street than a lighter in the wind//
Look at my eyes, see the fighter within, tighter grippin' cuz I might be slipping//
But right now i'm fuckin rippin, and that's no bullshitting//
Niggas think i'm kiddin'//
Bring your ass out and get ridden'//

DAYUM LIKE THAT!!!!

At this point I'm wondering who pissed you off and left you wihyt blue balls this moprning but hopingly thats not the case...(smile) I mean shyt you came raw on this if they sleep then sumthin is defitnitly wrong with their eyes!!!!
vocab......check
similies......check
usage of words.......check check!!!!!
nah but for real this was hot daddi keep doin ya thug thizzo I likes that in ya
*~Holler~*

Nah, just flowin'... lettin' shit go, yah know? Thanks for uppin' though, you a little hot girl ain't you? Your threads are always on point too...

yea yea, straight heat as usual..

"Shit, 19 now, but man I feel much older, liquor sippin' dutch roller//
No more cane to the nose, I try to explain to these hoes//"

^that's me only a year older... and I still blow lines.. lol..
yo, do you do any audio dawg, I'd like to do a collab wit you...

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Nah, I can't do a audio, no way for me to do it. I get on this joint while i'm at work, in between projects 'n' shit. We can collab. though... let me know. Everyone else, stay up, and keep uppin'.

enigmatic,
your shit is almost always tight. this is no exception. nice flow, nice mutis, and you paint an ill picture. you's a poet, dawg

Hey nigga, that's the most any other nigga's ever said about me Roux. You a cool, true as m.c. yo. Thanks for uppin' y'all, keep checkin' my posts.

"Stompin' through the door shootin' the four, having ya blood polluting the floor//
Blood stains, a thugs' rain, making sure your casket gets closure//
Give the inside of ya basket exposure//"

man dat had sum good multis,jus sayin wutchu down to doin,na'mean?U alwayz come ill tho,vocab..metties it wuz there.Im uppin dis 4 ya.Stay ^
-Avi

these others rappers already said everything bro...
i like it all...to bad you cant do audio i would love to here your shit ..

mad uppins

Yeah tight joint, Enigmatic, as always...oh and I also want to do a collab...It'll be a tough joint though, think you can handle it?...lol
Anyways check out my new joint (Elements), it's hard to understand except for true heads like you...to some I have to write a thesis on my linez bro...Peace.

Good lookin' out y'all... shit like this, y'all niggas responding, is what makes me wanna throw down hot rhymes all the time.

ballin to drug niggas was co-defendants/ but betrayal left dude in the dust to avoid a sentence/
holdin evidence like a journalist checks his credential/
exponential growth lost in the nozzle of the rope/hold ur throat stop spittin what u swallowed/
tommorow hollows follow precision guided bombs in the vicinity of the barn/
niggas thinkin they stackin cash as if it was cow materials/
scratchin off the numbers on the gun leavin unrecognizable serial/
number customer to hustler?/
im lost son/
cause back on the day u used to swing on bars like tarzan/lookin at a pretty girl jag 380/
different worlds to becomin drug lord bloodsports/
equivalent to death steps to a closer retirement entrapment/
left u snappin in the midsts that u left with cold sweat thinkin Mebrahtu's gonna start heat clappin