this shit for the ages
verbal heirogliphs painted on compact disc
listened to an' instantly considered as sinister
when it's administered an' driven into yer little skull
so fuckin' pitiful, it isn't your fault tho
i'm jus' dirty, perverted an' in 30 seconds i'm finished
fuck it i'm quittin' early,
an' still rippin' tha flippen competition surley
i'm internally murderin' these girly emcees eternally
i'm burnin' these bridges from poor to riches
after i cross over 'cause i own the whole shit with this written
slicin' in an' inflictin agony on the game today
makin' them all pay for the pain they gave to me
i'm confessin' to save me, 'cause i hate to have a guilty concience
it sickens me spittin' these filthy topics
constant anti-god gothic hidden message acrostics
writin' phonics hooked on tha blunt spliff-n-tha chronic
smokin' jokin' around an' always on sum nonsense
but jus' listen this is my promise
i'll never come wit a fake line, when i make rhymes
i'm-a always stay real in mine until the day i keel an' die
write real emotions, i'll let you know if i cry
show you i'm angry or jus' relaxin at my shack
plastic wrappin' nickel bags from out my weed sac
an' you shud know by now, if i said it... I mean that

This the realest of the real
dealin' ideas an'
between you an' me
an' the rest of the listners
there's no sicker,
i'm invincible,

i bet i could convince you all to follow me over the edge
fall face first an' land rock bottom a bunch-a crack'd heads
fuck it, let me speak in past tents,
i'm past rap,
that's what i used to plaster on my pad wit my bic pen
now my mentil's blasted to another dimention
an' did i mention my intentions
to invent a style that grabs everyones attention
an' connects them in some way wit the lyrics i'm spittin'
so when they listen the hearin' my vision
trippin' on this delerious sickness
witness to a superior lyracist in this business
curious as to how my spirit's this furious
an' un-forgiving, i'm my own superstition
put in a position of power gifted wit wisdom
an' able to pass it on thru scriptures i've written
hittin' hard right where it hurts most
pinch a nerve an' control your emotions
an' most of them froze when exposed to my flow
a stone cold avalanch hard rock wit no roll
it's called rap, remember back in 98..
limp bizkit learned that the hard way
got on stage wit meth under his clicks name
an' each show was turned into a night wit Wu-Tang
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yo this was ok, gotta ill kinda mind avent ya, dogg this was cool aaight, it was cool, sum lines didnt rhyme so i got confused a lot but apart from that it was aaaight 7/10

it was good it thought, nice concept and good drop.
didnt really get the flow but ur usually audio, so i guess it made sense to u.
overall nice piece 7/10

hit my rhyme
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/sho...&threadid=98014

cheers

geeez... yea, my style has a different flow than most... it sounds sick, i'm-a have it posted soon... so i'll be sure to drop the link... 1

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