By the way..OMB:
I rewrote my verse for existance 101, I still gotta lose some syllables in cirtain places cause I origionally wrote it as poetry to a different beat. But once its fixed itll flow perfect.

Wise minds are never blissful.
Thinking outside whats proven literal.
On a mythic mission to understand the metaphysical.
From logistics of physics to tech digital systems.
Scientific witness to the scorn of mans existance.
In this prison of flesh & bones poverty striken homes.
Organ metronomes on time limits till were dead and gone.
From heart beats to hard streets, to damn beligerance.
Our life experiences witness the scorn of mans existance.
Plus Industry & business hand in hand with drugs & victems.
Kids hearing addict lyricism living with its descriptions.
From infinite knowledge kindling, to drugs cash & bitches
Lyrics is wisdom- but still feels the scorn of mans existance.
Burning philosophers thesis, the enigma religion at work.
Worth the noise priests molesting boys convicting the church.
Non-relinquishing curse, from barbarians to civil constrictions.
Dynamic writtens represent the scorn of mans exitance.
Inhibited by visions indescriminite biased opinions.
Inherited in an instance, by kids simply wishing to live this.
Life we lead- with war descruction, curruption we witness.
These un-blissful wise minds, always scorning lifes existance.

Nahmsayin? 10 bars.

EDIT: And before you say it, piss off this is the only time I've said metaphysical on the entire cd but there was no other word I could of used to say what I wanted to say

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^good shit.

My flows sick, i grab the mic. and im explosive..
Like doughs-ate.............the way you loath-it!!
I suppose that you can spit a little bit of sickness..
Like heroin ya punches hits-us and im the witness..
Bring us skill, well k-trini definately wont, kids wack..
Spit riff raff on the niall, only time he flows back..
No thanks, he's weak as fuk, like flyweight boxers..
I went to drop nos.........but my mate stopped us..
Because the little twat got a thing for kangaroo's..
Im thanking you that im high whe im landing moons..
[wtf.]

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me laying it down is aiming a round at foolish kids
cuz i carry the toolie, at my hip for random foolishness
so step up, im fed up... wit all the word play...
rythem and poetry can only succed... if your verse makes...
an impact on any cat listening... through headphones...
my ammunition will give a nigga lead bones.......
Its dead wrong... but blasting big bullets back at ya
will have you smoking like a lit bong... and a hella crazy cracka
im a hella crazy rapper crazed to kidnap ya...
the ransom is 1 million hansom.... and some

.................... bored................

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Im not even sure... The ones i've had written for a while were in my other hard drive...

So ive still got existence 101, heaven, and a couple others that I cant remember... The other ones I was gonna re-write or havent written anyway..

But I lost my aim recieved files.. so a lot of the songs n beats you sent are GONE...

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I'll just send the ones you need back or w/e.
BTW-- I think I got an ill beat i wanna replace the peace track with.
This new beat flows dope as fuck..
Peace track can go on the extras after the outro.

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I'm bored

an tired

but...I'd stick my nuts on a table, let hilary duff sign 'em
hell evenm id try whippin out her tits...if i could find 'em
get behind 'em....squeeze, i heard the girl likes too pleaze
She can be my femdom, an have me beggin on my kneese
callin me her ''bad bitch''...just 'cause she rich, at such an early age
...you didnt know?...they say my words so hot they jump off the page!

blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

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Ballin is a habit
money gosta have
gosta be in green cause we wont take the shit in plastic 2X


Lyrically Defined been ballin since day one
Ballin is a habit stayin wit them guns
Got dem infea red dots to blow off a nigga brain
Soulja raisin hell
Shine Dope bringin pain
shuttin down cites shuttin down shows
if you aint heard on the street you can hear us on the radio
tossin round bricks so you know im countin paseoes
stand back and turn of the light and I glow
I dont gotta have a basket ball to shoot
but I got 6 screens in the back of my coup
Ima a throwed young star who can buy the whole bar
Pour a Fifth for the lost in London smoke a zone wit W.A.R
ill get someone to take you out the game for only 2 G's
yeah I leave niggas like fabolous so they can't breath
Breath stretch shake and let that shit go
you claim to be a killa but u's a muthafuckin hoe
Stll stuntin got platinum and gold man
Ballin is a habit thats my new game plan

Ballin is a habit
money gosta have
gosta be in green cause we wont take the shit in plastic 2X

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FREE LIL' LAN

whooo...its been a minute but

im back! from exstendin nick's on da block,i'll neva snitch 2 da cops.
...........why should i when i got guns like a berreta,5th and a glock.
..........and all u wack ass net mc's were neva sick u should stop!.
bout 2 take a trip 2 arizona grab da toastah & put MEMiSiS in a box!

rv he's mad...cuzz his moms said amrv got betta dick than dick than his pops.

lol..GON

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^^he's scared.lol

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Complex anomolys, dropped hypothesis in controversial polecy.
While yall rap for politics, we rap for honesty.
Were prodigy, lyrically minded, defined by these.
Disguised writings, 9 to 5 bindings, spiking rhymes with.
Knives to slice these.
Styles that shoulda been dropped--back in the 90's.
Now they labled the game, made it all grimey.
So I set aside a nation to break this, with rhyming pages to make this.
Anticipation tames my pain like THC vapours.
Thank the makers, they look outside religion like the pagons.
Mystic translations,
Aimed at making soldiers down in gods laboritory basement.
Changing DNA, faces, re-arranged like playthings.
But where just on the game, its hip hop. Picture this man.
I slip rip on ya rhythem & spit an infinite syllable plan. and,
Damage ya mandeble, cut & hack kids.
Publics like a man jumping off a cliff with a crack head to catch him.
But.
I speak peremitory thats my story.
Numb ya face with morphine, disease.
Till puss squirts out ya pours thats all green.
Rupturing your spleen, with those rusty metal things.
That you seen in a nightmare of a dream.
I mean, I put the curse in it, 1000 white teens in tight jeans.
Thats suberbs in it, I make it perfect bitch.
Conversing with, my dick,
Cause thats what I wanna merk her with.
The mad microphone tournament.
I dance with torment,
Murder emcees with verbal offence thats god-sent.
Kill you with my comments, leave you with a complicated complex.
Its gothic yet reborn, religious yet agnostic.
Watch it smash you into earth, harder than missles to bomb with.
Mash ya face so bad, you move into a catholic convent.
& you cant blame me for being honest, rappers check ya coffins.
By the day, watch my mind's atomic bomb operate.
With a million atoms at once, laughing as they constellate.
Doom to any emcee that wanna play.
Ok.

Nahmsayn..
Dont bite tito..

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no i dont want a taco i want a taco supreme
from tacobell fuck taco king
well thats it have a good night lol

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Yo.
I been known to deprecate on rappers replicating skill.
Got intricate precicision with a reprobated frame to chill.
Yet I'm realer than ya average emcee......Fuck choking.
Rappers gag against me I fracture them.
Leave them fucked with knive cuts to their abdomin.
This is war, World's Actual Reactions, sparking acronyms.
Contracting damaging viral disease from bad contaminants..
...Thats babbling in tongues instead of battling
Its mutalation, like coagulating brains from
Derranged patients in morge basements with gory faces.
Skin wraped to bones like painted latex..
My verbal daggers leave emcees slayed & nameless.
Decayed & frameless, with paid arrangements..
Left to rest in sacred chambers,
..........Their just demons take the place of pagons.
Raped the pages...........Till everybody faced with guages..

While I stay chilled the fuck out & baked for ages..
Nahmsayin kids?

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i'm spittin the epitomy of critical mass 'n,
my jaw is like the centre piece of fission reactors,
the initial reaction to my physical actions,
is similar to witnessin the split of an atom,
listen 'n fathom my unique visual's damage,
with my syllable cannon's thats hittin ya planet,
i'm sick with my talent, an invisible phantom,
ghostin over tracks till i spring 'n attack 'em,
i'm illest imagined, words i fill 'em with cancer,
rip up beats with finesse 'n the skill of a madman,
spillin that magma, i'm overheatin the mic,
a demon with rhymes, heathenous i eat what i write,
this way my shit stays burnin, i'm murderous,
...human version of a furnace it's,
omb 'n i'm hurlin this verse with a purpose of,
turnin ya nerves into soft serve when my words erupt..

*shrugs*... aint written in ages so I used your style nos. My bad -_-

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I spit straight up heat,untouchably,I eat up beef
Don't fuck with me,I'll strangle you in the middle a the street
So do like the rest,and have a seat,cause to you,I'm too far outta reach
I tossed One MB the keys,he dropped his sheild,and fell down to his knees
That faggot don't want shit,cause that exactly wat he is
Multi masta my ass,you blow faster than jazz
And why ya Saying ya ain't written in ages at the end?
when really all was doin was lookin for some men

Meh......off the top...........