In kindergarden I was fightin, before I even knew about readin and written, It was the clash of the titan, at an early age, brought upon by self destruction and internal rage, another day was just another page, another step another stage, when will they release me from this cage, A moment feels like dayz, when ur intrapped by political ways, u can smoke cigarettes but gotta hide your blaze, and your Jz, but they still can smell the purple hayes, You can fite authority but who gives a fuck anyways

Stored bars and schemes in brains cell so don't take it to the ass
when i switch up sendin lames ta hell usin post as pistols and
i aim too well part husltler and genius so i got game to sell and
shcemes to plot plan to use rap to feed me so there cream to cop
like 5/0 at a doughnuts/coffee shop i aint gonna say i'm tossin roc
under the fagg big niggas who claim to be the bosses on the block
i got my own shit and ways don't need nobody esle shit and ways
niggas use to think i spit the ways of gays the way mcs dese days
ended up fucked up right after battling me.

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your species is feces... alienshipment of lasers...
master blaster blasten your equipment and phasers...
leavin decietment for those who need it...
a dummy dunny bunney steallin money just to eat it...
one quick freestyle is all imma give u to get hooked...
6 lines, 3 bars, and about 90 sumtin looks...

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fuck-the-plain bane's stuck-insane with all luck-in-vein
its nuttin-mayne so sharp off the dome i'm cuttin-brains
i devour-cyphers knockin out power-fighters try-n'-decipher
darkness defyin-the-brighter ownin the fire like buyin-a-lighter
with no cause i've evolved n solved all flaws that reside-in-me
now i got subliminals you hafta die with open eyes-tah-see
KaSPaH n' GRaFFiK have turned-tah-one concerned-of-none
cuz now i got heat that'll burn-the-sun you learnin-son?

aight here we go .....

the conscience to do what ever/
plus fiends be easily, obscene freaks doin' it clever//
peeps be havin' the audacity,tryin' to get at me/
non-flowin' capabilities, is like a fisher price pistol, strapped to ya waist swifly//
it's all plastic, fakes who wanna get drastic, im on that mashin'/
im bashin' these foes like ya skee'd up from the hashes//
loc'd to the brain, everybody wanna rhyme the same/
like robots with tha same capacity in the mind frame//
im violent sometimes and it's a damn shame/
and i branded my enemies, with a burn marking of pain//

~Gone~

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The Only Mami rockin' that BLUE!

never got it so how tha hell did i forget it?
where tha hell is it? it's like it just vanished...
diminished...
or was extraverted translation into spanish...
so i don't know wat tha hell it says...
but supposedly it states "owned by FBI"...
and I've been taught to get it by James...
now i'm tha next to spy...
found out about tha extra guys...
on tha same mission...
but each one stood in tha way of both visions...
so shot everyone and stood as tha king of tha hill...
got tha book back...
entitled "put this in your gat, your strap, and have fun"...
just shoot everyone...
now words CAN hurt you...
and no dictionaries thrown but shot out a barrel...
this is my rhyme book, i'm shook by dime looks...
and that slut was tha pharoah...
that stated my lyrics can kill...
so now i cool off my heated mouth after eatin some cherry pie...
and die on tha window sill...

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spitting flames of rhymes that would melt the ice ages of ne time/ I can make ppl go in awe from the flows I present with no flaw/ killing u softly and sucking ur soul out from u with a straw / no1 has my same mental stylo lyrically I see no equal I kill mcs like JASON sequels / the only way I can possibly die is if heaven 4bids my resurrection but ill cause chaos in hell and heaven and b struck 2 limbo where I will continue my destruction and bad behavior mentally confused ill pray 2my self and b named a savior / I crave to see the light of day when some one will challenge me/stupid motherfucker don’t know what he just did triggered a beast I shiver and squeeze tripping out like the gurl from exorcist movies

instrumentals are all i hear in my head when listenin to those who r dead...
enuff said, need to let my ear drums connect to my mind...
as it suffers time from time, a new era to commit crime...
new laws and new punishment, run bitch run...
cops have tha legacy to kill, you next on tha list...
under this underground is a mound of bodies destroyed by lyrical murder ones...
holdin cups full of blood like cypherish diaper shit...
menstrual cycle eatin pussy and callin it a fetish...
it is nothin to do with tha extasy i see on tha street...
layin there for some 13 year old to come along and release wat he believes...
we lost another number, statistic for ciggaritte wars...
a wrist is in dire need to anquish and bang shit like cut by hand cuffs...
and imprinted wit dried blood from rusted nails...
trustin ur trust fund to be there but tha will states all cousins fail...
to recieve any money and you'll recieve nothin in tha mail...

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It all fell down b4 and it'll fall down again b4 i'm finished with this life
it has it's ups and downs, men handle it tho and i will 2 with this life
it's assured to have problems with drug dealers and gansgtas this price
to pay might be too much with work and school fools fight me thru lunch
and breakfast and bunch if public shcool offered it like me hate me love me
it's all the same hard to get a girl when you don't got a drug/ baller's fame
but that's the least of my problems moms and pops sick not like me or tight b
we all got a sad story and trouble life just like me

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Kiss Good Bye.. It Had To Be A Quick Good Bye...
Cuz The Judge Qiuck To Throw A Nigga 6-life...
He Think The Penetentary Gone Keep Me Outta The Streets...
But All He Did Was Throw Me In A Buildin Thats Surrounded By Streets...
Surrounded By Freaks... Quit To Crack The Beef...
I Had To Sleep Wit One Eye Open... I Was Countin Them Sheeps...
Some Niggas... Both Eyes Swollen...
Wasnt Countin Them Feets...
I Stay Holden My Own... Golden Glove....
Count The Defeats...

I enter the session manifesting expression
Is there anyone better? thats unknown like a question
Heres a suggestion, don't fuck with this teen
I load grammar quick cause I've got mental jet stream
I rap like theres nothing to it when I do it
It just comes natural cause I'm verbally magical
Fantastical, this shit is phat and ill
I pack the skill, I make the fact distill
into your brain, to make it clear what I'm about
Dope with out a doubt, that is 4 now I'm out

yeah new to the site, sup all you mc's out there I'm more of a live mc but I like texting to improve my lyrics
all good
peace

international seperation... 187 nations...
each one waitin for World Wars based upon haten...
I've been sittin here chillin like on-ice villians...
cause in the year 2017, they will protect our children...
we usin clones to put in tha white house to protect...
wat we're about in this land of us: Tha U.S.
i won't rest until i see democracy become wat it states...
an actual free country where we can all be ourselves and not fake...
workin for a dollar of our time and smashin windows...
throwin tha clocks to tha cement from 3rd story buildin's...
no smiles, just sniffles...
holdin our feelings within to show tha goverment they can't win...
they can't break wat we believe in, we need more religion...
we do not need you to tell us wat to think...
you've brought to us, Bush, tha link of destuctions on tha loose...
it's on tha brink...

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Destructions on Tha Brink, in Tha new Future I See/
Legions of Devils Walkin W/ torchers on Tha Streets/
HEarin screames, while glowin Saints Apear in Dreams/
Demons Stare At ME, I Feel like I'm ParaPelifiic/
I'm Runin Cyphers Like Tha Pharos Era In Eygypt/
This is all Free, Cats Get Burnt W/ Writtens/
I'm spit this in thirsty secconds, U take Thirrt minutes/
My Fitnesss is Metaphysiscs, in Supernatural Dimenson/
I got a rappin Addiction, like Crack when I'm Spittin/
I'm a mental Warlord w/ Metaphors When I Black out/
I see Images of Angles n Demons, as Planets Collapse/
I'm Spittin Flamez like A mouthfull of Matches n Gas/
punches are Acurate Jabs, makein Ya Manibal crack/
so it Shatters like Glass, face it You Rappers are Wack/
net sites are tighter than albums sitton on Moutians of Cash/

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*wipes dust off keys*

Da heat stay on waist, keep it concealed...
cuz once its in vision is when ya cap gets peeled...
let ya blood dry ova night, comes out bein congealed...
rappers gotta learn to step to da plate, but first try playin tha field...

Juts gangtas like, me can hang wit me, an be where where im at...
Keep talkin, an get ya seam split, on da side of ya hat...
penetrated wit quickness, I come wit da sickness...
Witout me bobbin an weavin u still couldnt hit this...
I hit licks, dont flip bricks, otha rappas spit dicks...
but when malice come through only thing out his mouf is quick spit...
Freestlye cypha dats where im gonna become a legend...
Get in my way, an wit my steel im leavin ya brain vegin....
yall bitches aint leavin dat hood tho...
aint even believin im dat good tho...
but ya whole hood know...


lil somethin

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