Cranium capacity accelerates at incomparable levels/
brain decibels, elevate to drop magnetic flows/
low blows, get fluctuated and outdated/
your rhymes “dismissed”/
like mtv’s flaming bitch/
its apparent you weren’t raised with parents/
your flow unwanted like aids awareness/
so be scared when bullets drop in ya skin/
and penetrate your heart like cardiovascular medicine/
heaven sent/
to blow your assignment outta alignment/
your punches “played by ear” like “Mike Tyson”/
blood infested intestines don’t get questioned/
when uppercuts “Pierce” your jaw like the “Boston Celtics”/
triple threat elements/
make your defense irrelevant/
left with out “50cents” so that must be “Ja Rule” asking for repentance/
resentence, your structure, miscommunication/
is hard to deal with when brain waves embody you like “Professor Xavier”/
word behavior/
often turns into manual labor when mcs mistake my verses for different tasty cake flavors/
biting is stealing, feeling regret makes real mcs upset/
enuff to body a big time vet with pen equipped like a leer jet/
fear is demised by the wise, but frozen in disguise/
of those eyes that cant realize time/
be real with your rhyme, or the “9” can put “breakfast” on your mind and have you thinking “flat lines”...

U a dumbass...did u read da rules...1 Open mic per day

Bash you Aint shit Besides He Who Knows Knows all!!!!!!!
Do You Really Want This

hyper speed murderous presentation/
on ya brick wall imagination/
god couldn''t figure out the explantion/
to ya unlikely cremasion/
flow freely threw ya system like air conditionin ventelation/
i break thoughts feelings and figures in half/
dispatch an illness/
till it makes serebrum cortex contact/
words comin at tremendous speeds/
faster then ya mind sayin yes to some free pussy/
choke ya like a coochy thats mad bushy/
ya words is uglier then a selulite filed booty/
pimp slap ya cheek bone like a studded pinky ring/
cap ya off like a proffesional gunslinger/
cross the finish line/
i''m the winner/
i sin the sinner/
known to be a jaw bone chipper/
my words insinerate ya taste buds/
A rabbits foot couldn''t give you as much luck as you need/
slit ya throat till the realism bleeds/
burn the taste out ya mouth like smokin a bong packed with nothin but marijuana seeds/
tell ya to ya face/
BITCH PLEASE/
leave rug burns on ya mommys knees/
words cold enough to freeze you instantly/
inplode in ya brain enormously/
stick a machede in ya head like that fool jason vorhees/
my life is a never ending story/
to much horror for any eyes to see/
i freestyle what my thoughts plead/
believe all you read/
on ya little 12 inch screen/
fingers bleedin from mass typing with my hands/
lock ya brain process up and throw away the key/
freestyle to be known to all living man/
for once my plan stands in straight upright stance/
I come from Boston style puts you in a trance

Zero Tolerance for fake shit The time is mine so im a be blatant
FULL OF HATRED the most underated who hasnt made it
Is ready to rip and rape shit Rearange ya style and give you a face lift

Parapalegic, my fighting stance too strategic
no shadows om my kicks too much cheap shit
horrific, to specific, U''m comin through with gugitzu
bone-crushin, bone-breaken, as i get into
scorpion styles, with the speed of a cheeta
hit ya pressure pointz withe light skillz I be the
master, Iron palms is elemental
combinations damaging nations in the mental
cerebral cortex is obselete
you''ll die ten times if your tryin to test me
tae-ous master, rhyme stlyes disaster
studied on the the cliffs of mountains readin scrolls
holdin it down, iron sheik, she come
apprenticed in the temple with --ha ha
I went through torture, deadly stylez I''m the author
ingested mentals, yeah, they make me supernova
triple-spinnin, kicks, side-kicks, and hook-kicks
they comin chiller, so, you must be realler!!!!!!---



i want all ya''ll to cop and listen, no fishin'' for complements not in my mission,/
ya''ll wishin, i would catch holy wrath like an Egyptian/
caniptions, cuz my rhymin dose was bad prescription,/
my flow just be the head lock forcin'' submission,/
theres no admittin from me that i spit regrett''n casualties,/
actually,/ the only factual truth lies in my book full of lyrical proof , style assasin like John Wilkes-Booth,/ your loose goose gave me the indication you full of hot air,/
you folded when you should of been hold''n on this red eyed jack wild pair,/
danger does not beware my life or anyone there near me,/
prepare for the war of cold rhymes, half glared sympathy/
cats with no empathy, just ready to empty three,/
clips fall because three shots dont satisfy their killing spree,/
knowledge of self keep me confidentially resigned,/
if not that my gloc would put in them black and white lines,/
the stripes and prisoner times aint right for niggas of my kind,/
i gotta get mine, when i hit with them verse lines, fucks with most lifelines,/
name must be V-fib cuz the doc said it like three times,/
peace to all ya''ll luv from the primetime,/
IM a smoke a blunt and just chill in the meantime

Shits TOO Easy