I sit in my room and write towards the ultimate rhyme, the one that kills them all time after time.
Many rhymes books and felt tips fell victim to this search, im still on my perch,
at the bottom of hip hop, while everyone else is on topside, spitting about triple homicide,
most of you aint gangstas and drug dealers, you try to be cool by sayin you a "cap peeler",
we'll im a dealer, not of drugs but rhymes, take a hit of what i spit and you'll always be coming back next time,
my flow is like heroin, it chews you up spits you out and puts you together again,

i use my verbal vocal skills to open the eyes of the blind,
my flow is like cocaine, everyone be doin lines,
i spit to get my message out, not to have another shouting bout, cause emcees be leaving with the title "knocked out", while im at the bar drinkin guiness stout,
dont pout, its all part of this ravenous rap game, me and my boys not lookin for fame,
in the game we lookin for the highscore, at the same time we kick fake emcees out the door,
im not the best emcee out there, but i can give 90% of ya'll more than a scare, with my steely glare,

my rhymes jump out my mind, as i try to rewind, free the blind, it gets intertwined,
its been many lonely night sittin in the lab, looking for the rhyme that hits like a lennox lewis jab,
i spit and everyone around just says "wack", tried to preach it to my girl and she turned her back,
all my friends gone, my girl went back home, i feel like putting a hollowtip in my dome,
i think should i swap over to gangster rap, would that make me get at least one clap?
if its gonna be like that, you can have rap and keep your claps, i dont need to be strapped, i keep ya'll lyrically trapped,

i dont like the battlin life, while you emcees out battling im all up in your wife,
i dont need to find the ultimate rhyme cause actions speak louder than words, you might beat me in a battle but thats absurd,
i've got the true spoken word, you just run with the gangster herd,
i dont need to develop the ultimate flow, cause as you put it,
"I'm f*cking your hoe"

the new one, wondering if that has better flow than the last one, and come on ya'll i post up on all the stuff i can, don't be afraid to come and peep this... i dont sleep on your stuff so dont sleep on mine!

thats dope shit

You be improvin inspire, this track is nice man, gettin better everytime!

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"im a dealer, not of drugs but rhymes, take a hit of what i spit and you'll always be coming back next time,"
I was getting a bit bored... read these lines^, decided to read the rest... one thing I can't call you dawg, is fake... seems you pretty guenuine with these lyrics... you had a decent amount of hot lines like the one above... and had something interesting to say...

Peace

i use my verbal vocal skills to open the eyes of the blind,
my flow is like cocaine, everyone be doin lines,


^^^ i liked them lines the best... not really creative but i got the message like you said... just in fragments... really really small fragments... anyway... i'm not exactly judgin' but uh... your flow... its like you use a whole life span just to get to the end when you start a sound... but its koo i guess, kinda poetically placed there just to keep you hooked... oh well...

props

respect

peace

thanks for the tips ya'll... i'll try to improve with the next one i drop... keep rhyming
p.s. dont sleep on my boy meadskillz... he aint been getting anything from ya'll... i dont know about you but i'd rather have criticism than nothing at all... go check his stuff out....

that whole thing was ill

we'll im a dealer, not of drugs but rhymes, take a hit of what i spit and you'll always be coming back next time,

and that^ line was the shit