i don't drop text as u kno...but 2 days ago my friend timed me and said if i could write 100 bars in 35 minutes...i made like 38 minutes...but peep this....



nuclear war missiles, hit wit wit nuclear pistols
wit lyrics clear as crystals, i'm more superior than the interior
vocabulary mandatory, supply arms in hands, in the studio spittin grams fo grams
wit lyrics powerful like god's hands, cant' relate to these underground emcee who need a paper and a pad, but i rap better than glad, each letter engraved wit a symbol to represent my precence
it's excellence, it's irrelevance the way emcees get down in the ground wit my pestilence
in small speciements, emcees danger ya feel while i feel excellence, dead presidents
washingtons nixons kennidies, 50 pennies, smoke and blazew 4 20, my sound, is surroundin human being with the voice that got girls arousin', aliens capture me, just to battle me
don't even understand the words that i'm sayin it's a tradey, another casulity
caused thru livin breathin dead givin steppin sippin, microphone grippin
my teknique never used, ya face always abused, still gotta kill the jews
with wise words never scriptured before, while i'll treat you like a whore
100 bars of perfection, your about as hard as an old man's erection
hexen, more to mock, small pox, wit all shots, please i'm hot
drop ya cords, i hop on ya greek lords, my alias to bury this
fake ass fuck, makin love songs, jamaican bongs, philly blunts
tight cunts, mic jumps from hand to hand, my physique will rip you to shreds
rip thru ya threds, rip you, you dead, another ripture thru ya head
spaghetti eatin, faggot beatin, another faggot heatin, my bullets don't digust
but i scripute my gold in english, hyroglicial technical,
the allmighty, all righty, let's battle, set it up
i'll take u in your own hood, or my area, rip ya interior, it's an inferno
emcees stick in another man's asses like dilldos
please ya lamo's, flamos homos, i fuck up y'all pussies like raw sex
a raw hex, of raw checks, delivered to these emcees think they boggee
have u shakin like black booties, dark nights still write it tight
mix up the smoke drugs, and twist up more slugs
more thugs wanna to be gangstas, can't slang us, to bang thus far
beat u wit guitars or use moves only made in em acient movies
acients truley respect my intellegence, ingifted, inhitted
inhabants, of massive prints, wanna battle bring ya written script
i shit on it, pure freestyles, but with the pen i'm still wild
don't use shit against me, i'll hit you wit clips till they empty
real rapper only use one take get it all down
the only reason your a real player cuz u have otherm en's draws down
don't frown now, made it too far to quit, made it to far to give a shit
fame is my road now, explode now, and blow smoke now
smokers know my shit's addictive like nicotine, have ya mom humpin like a crack whore phene
morphene of these most rated teen, split ya splene, drug this
lost like atlantis, this man's scrips are beautiful, something ain't suitable
fingers pointin to you, i'll shut u down like an U.F.O.
u should know, extra tresticar kinnda lanuage i speak
aliens know where my weapons keep, zap u wit lanauge used thru tha streets
till my vocals beeps, shove u down a dawson creek, or shot aim like tracy magrady
you don't understand this then fuck u whack ass niggas wanna come in cyphers
i was doin this even when i was in diapers, y'all rap plain, don't go away like a cum stain
i'm whippin this little shits away like charmane, teknique, tek 24
hit u wit a tek 12 if u want some more
sick of these rappers flontin cash
put u in a room wit 10 pitbulls just to see how long oyu'll last
my tech blast, tek at ya ass, spit glass, vivarant
tirin' stop ya bullshittin, it ain't hittin
got a real writtin, thru massive raw scriptures
massive hot strippers, come down i'll fuck u
can't be concertrated on dykes, cuz i'm concratin on movin to 5 mics
1000 years ahead of kids my age, wanna battle me? here battle my 12 gauage
i'm the rawest toughest, hit u wit my knuckle so snuff this
touch bitch, touch scrip-throat, bit both male and female, wit anthrax in needles
don't got a sequel, if i give u a 100 i'll give u a 100, probably hit and crunch this
your nameless thru rap gold, ya raps old crafted wit bullshit i ain't get a-hold
bonnie and clyde kind of mind, no love story invovled
i nut in a bitch kick her out and another story is told
sick of whackest takin over radio waves, so i'm brakin like dmx puttin the cradle to tha grave
lesbians i can't fuck wit me, bi-sexuals i'm humpin em
i fucken hate homosexuals, have em hanging low like my testicles
my salvia will hit ya face, or you come down my place, got condoms hangin from my waist
got my semon on your tongue just fo a little taste
textual is felt, my audios will melt, so bring stealth and supplies
health wealth put it thru ya eyes
ain't feelin the kid then don't, ain't feelin what i'm wit i won't...JUST KILL YA
i'll leave u dead three times, then find u in my after live, and fuck ya wife
and send u down a water pipe, gangsta like, crazy mic, hundred bars of my life
written and spitten gold scripts, 13 years old wit raw shit
uncover my stories thru A&E biographies, got a mind of a man who is deranged
got a mind of a human who isn't the same, as what u call normal
i'll explodeable, loved by the women, hated by the teachers, education comes last
combust every particle i touch like the big blast
metaphors, wordplay, words slay, new word learned today
is "battle" earn ya way, let's smoke to-day, blaze cronic
hooked on phonics cuz my shit is deep, your puts me to sleep
drugged off anesthetics, call parademecis sick with the words
sick ain't a splurge, call me a poet can't break me down
it's 100 bars WHY SHOULD I STOP NOW...pop rounds
let jewels in ya hands but i pop hooooowwwwwwww...the words is turnin
your insides burnin, i'm laughing at your fake ass crap-tastical
i'm a masterpiece wonderful....underachievers i can make u believers
smokin the reefers, wit teachers, passin for my friends
passin as surgeric slut to make ends, it's a trend to be popular
i didn't chose to be, it chose me, like i said loved
laugh at how many wanna be the "industry thug"
thugs don't rock phatfarm, thugs drop bombs, i drop at ya moms
so stay alaramed i got no shame, but i pop so much game
what u pop is lame your lyrics won't help
i do a 100 bars just for a 100 more to be felt
used to be picked 2nd last, never came last it's true
but i'm always first now maybe it's cuz i roll wit a massive crew
i tihnk the rent's due, so me the rap land lord shall make u learn the hardway
smile and laugh it still won't take the pain away
rape a grape fuck a vegetable rape on the first date
100 BARS I GO STRAIGHT DRINK AN EIGHTH
satan is dead so we are all goin to a high place!!!!
heaven in god's hands,
hell is my house your welcome if u can stand
i just advise you shouldn't enter man
100 BARS OF PERFECT I SAY IT AGAIN

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