I know you’re asking who’s this guy. It’s Meta 5, so say hi to the kid
The one who’ll ignite your family alive, no one lives!

A soul-reaver, the type to dissect a carcass with meat-cleavers
Sink-deeper in thought, hit the track running like Gayle-deavers
Bails-cheaper, murder’s easy to beat so why not pay-the-cost
Taste-the-sauce, choke on its purity and now that’s another soul-lost
Want proof? Any challenger under the sun is getting-tossed
Loss-of-power, steal the souls of the weak by-the-hour
Fuck-these-cowards, I want beef, serve it and watch it be-devoured
Sweet-and-sour, don’t ever think of asking God to prove-his-power
Say-it-louder and you’ll only get destroyed by example
Hard-to-handle, I serve that hot shit, who wants-a-sample?

I know you’re asking who’s this guy. It’s Meta 5, so say hi to the kid
The one who’ll ignite your family alive, no one lives!


Dukes-of-hazard, I hunt in darkness so don’t lose-your-lantern
I’ll prove-the-phantom lives inside me through an evil-tantrum
Bruised-and-battered, count how many MCs have their jaws-left-shattered
Claws-don’t-matter, hand to hand combat shows that my paws-are-badder
Get nuked-to-Saturn; now show you the mind of a genius-child
I got the meanest-style, check the bars and see how my song-is-wild
Stretched-for-miles, the type to cipher without breathing due to iron-lungs
A slyer-tongue that speaks the language to roast you from raw to well-done
Meta’s-on-the-clock, you know shit just got ugly like the birth-of-clocks
Fuck-the-spot, this is The Hit Parade, We got the whole Earth-on-lock

I know you’re asking who’s this guy. It’s Meta 5, so say hi to the kid
The one who’ll ignite your family alive, no one lives!

I’m a Mic-Bearer, a topical emcee who’s the product of a Dope-Era
There are No-Mirrors, to see death’s approach behind you, causing More-Terror
Fatal-Error, increase your heart rate to the point that your Heart-Explodes
Busted-Flows, prove that you can’t Withstand-the-Blows to your Chest-and-Nose
Your-Fears-Exposed, I Suppose-it-Arose from your chest as it Closed-and-Corrode
Blood-Froze, I Know-the-Code to my DNA that’s got me stuck in Battling-Mode
I’m-Rattling-Foes to the point where I’m-Shattering-Skulls to Soften-the-Blows
I Coffin-the-Crows that compete for the top not knowing that I’m Often-the-Show
You Cocks-are-Too-Slow; a clan of legless turtles in this elite Rabbit-Race
Without-a-Trace, I’ll show you that I’m an atheist the way I Stab-at-Mase



Can I Get Some REAL feedback on this one.....

its aight kid...but All the shit u got set up to look like multies arent....u have a few but less then a third of what u got set up as....peace

ok, can I get some more feedback.....

more feedback? lol well you had good vocabulary.. those are one of my pet peeves... I hate ignorant people.... but then again vocab does depend on your style.. anyways... I oculdn't feel a beat... yup.... other than that... Hi kid .... OoNnEe

thanks..... anyone else?

nice verses meta...real murder an emcee feel to the shit...but a couple of your multis was a bit off the beat from the others,no biggie..was still pretty tight verse.
bismillah

thanks...

it was good man, i actually liked tha vocab. Yo dawg comment on ma shit , aight. Keep writtin'. Peace.

thanks.... i'll check your open mics

IY WAS GOOD BUT I THINK YOU SHOULD HAVE CHANGED IT UP AT ONT PART OF TIME. THE FLOW WAS NICE THOUGH.CANT WAIT FOR YOU TO DROP YOUR SHIT IN R.B.B.L. AGAINST ME.PEACE

I'll be dropping today

yo you suck you try to be all serious and nasty and u just sound dumb biotch

Intense. Consider lightening up here and there (inasmuch as rhyme style is concerned) so as to not be monotonous. Your word choice is fairly diverse; some of these cats be usin played out word pairs (bitch, rich, nigga, trigga) swearin up and down their content is original.

I like.

this herb is mad because i told him he sucks.....



Fuck You Kid

naw biotch fuck you