I'm gifted from strip shops..cashing ya car parts like checks
Leave apartment space empty..even before narcs are set
I feel it in the air like beanie..but damn if I'll get handcuffed
Grass & dirt intertwined..on my fabrics..flakes of dandruff
Picture the thought like quick glance..fast moment forgetful
While smackin ass so big..lookin like hands holdin pencils
My tasks & goals simple..use my balls to touch ya net profits
Sabotage ya with ya broad..collars got streaks of wet polish
She doesn't own..would treat ya wit respect if..ya wasn't cloned
Dummy's knowin nothin..is why armed killers are gunnin homes
Once ya dome popped..& yellow tape's off..another dope spot
Kids are orphans like annie..to a big proportion that's handy
Force em to work six days a week..twenty hours for candy
I devour all plans seen..to escape from new york..to san diego
A walker without revenge..unlike J.D..can't disban halos
Once applied..I'll get fatter not eating..before ya function live
You a cartoon..I'm the cast of soap operas..a thousand characters
Better desert from sin city or..open killin for surrounded amateurs

im so exlusive so i make myself elusive cant catch me
i flow like water out of fountains no u cant match me
cant even attack me im catastophic just sit back and watch it
im makin so much money all of it cant even fit it in my pockets
yo grab the glock and cock it cuz we about to make it blow out
make 'em grow it out and its my name they all gonna shout

hmmm........ let me take a crack at his......

fillin u wit wit these lyrical sriptures these almost spiritual,
me and demon seed reciprical, yet we both miracles,
on these keystyles or freestyles he hot i'm extra cold,
yea, this a small font but my text is bold,
and vocals unprecidented, next we go
into poetry or gfx, yo that's how we roll,
and as far as bein cocky i'm like Rocky, can't see me guys,
i'm a star, plus just got signed to TTI,
so approachin me or C, don't be runnin your mouth,
cuz we done smashed cats from the short north to the the tall south.......

not my best work, but hey, it's a key style....... holla atcha boy..........

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"i'm not deep, you're shallow..... rid of your women, money, power, greed, pride....... only then will you be truly free. i'm not asking you to walk on water....... just float with me."
".........you thinking i'm poor because i don't have any money, now that's rich."

I'm Like Threats, I'll Throw Cocktails Thru Yo Mommas Crib
They Call Me Child Abuser, I Beat Down ''Bloody'' Kidz
Leave Em Black n Blue, One Smack~for~You, Move Ya Left Lung Right
Then My Next Punch'll Move Ya Next Lung Outta Sight
I Buck One, Its Stuck Inside You, Now Ya Whole Famz Duckin Behind U
Claimin They Didnt Mean It, LikeWhat? Are U Reppin A Blind Crew?!
Open Da Blinds Dude, Try See'n Me, My Rays Hurt Ya Eyes
Cuz Da Scope Is Locked 2 Ya Optic Lens, An It Never Liez
I Can See Fear, Like A ''Bloodhound'' I Hunt You Down
Cuz Were I'm From Niggas Pull Triggers When U Walk Thru My Town
Give U Da Crown, Use It As Target Practice......-Never Miss-
|Y'all Is Shook!|...
Steppin Too Me Got U Scared & ''Shakin A Leg'' Like Takin A Piss

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It's On & Poppin, Baby

Why split-this-way?..Got a blunt and fifth-in-place
I'm almost ready..to throw bottles..script-ya-face
Like bad-surgeons..slice & dice til the bags-hurtin
On ya eyes..To report for vice..I'm the last-person
To snitch-on..I control pro hitmen tools they live-on
Swing swift arms..put ya face first in a ditch-wrong
Before bury-in-corpses..gotta go hurry-my-courses
Transactin drug deals..then scurry-enforcement's
Quick-to-watch like perverts..inside my private-stash
Shit-I-spot undeserved...only a bottom line-of-gas
Rap anyway it comes-out..ya frail takin dumb-routes
Any 'date available'..impale em..take his lungs-out
You mean shit-to-me..no form of clues-or-history
Fake Goosebump mystery raps..booed-instantly
Free-style like no-other..rapper under closed-covers
See-wild reactions as..deepthroatin ho's-smothered
Won't surpass that-point..aches in my back-&-joints
Force me to pause..now I really have-no-choice

red alert code 3 attack formation close down the location
we rise to the occasion kinda like inflation or floatation
get ur weapons ready and remember its safety first
we reppin our beliefs and now its time to disperse
split up, ready the traps, and set up the ambushes
lyin in stillness like water gettin ready to push
they come in with silence they dont kno about violence
they defiant tyrants they cant beat us cuz we have alliances
suprisin this we attack them with style and agility
we have the quality of moving freely like mobility
And now fight's started lookin like firework festival
we winnin with ease we so high we should sit on pedestals
dont meddle with us we gods of war the most hardcore
freedom is what we fightin for and yes this is what we'll die for
my boys are gettin hit but they stand up they're true soldiers
my heart becomes colder and i realize that im never gonna get older
the bullets ricocheting off of walls faster than the coupe
hopefully, when we die they give us the 21 gun salute

uh-oh, stop the presses it's that breakin news,
nope, the same-old-same-old still breakin fools,
off wit this imaculate articulate shit,
don't even bother to take a crack at it, can't get wit this bitch,
had fools feenin' like a crack attic now i'm back at it,
killin fools daily lyrical homicide what's static
but my electric smooth flow, almost automatic wins,
no matter the winds, aerodynamic, my automatic wins,
reppin my hood "go folks" stay passin up u slow folks,
robbin hoods and keepin the proceeds fo' the po' folks........

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"I don't want to be deep... I want to feel deep and use that feeling to express depth itself..."
-Konchance

my poetry:
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bitches hatin me..keep it up,I'll impair your sight
& why should we freestyle when we can write?
and make shit better than wat we already do now?
cuz whenever i spit my writtens
...ya'll all ask us.....HOW!?!?
i'm the type to get my style bitten first,and my lines after
then i'll find those mother fuckers,beat 'em.and make 'em plastered

I got many merits for puttin people into hysterics
my lyrics u should hear it they become electric
runnin in eccentric circles i got family matters like urkel
gettin so tired pissed off about it that i'll murder ya
not conceited but i need it im talkin about the pride
im unquestionably authentic thats why my name is bonafide
remember that just in case we make and come into contact
its a fact that i'll snap at you without warning just to rap
never lack always strategy with my enemies like chess
if they fuck with me they get jumped like checkers nothing less

Evidently im sick wit tha flow, I be stompin you out
Cased closed bitch, i done stomped you out
Same word twice still rhymin sick, im too dope
My shit would be doper even if i wrote the same shti that you wrote
My lines are stretched, they are snappin necks
Put an end to this rhyme before I get put on a hex

werd bored as fuck lol

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A LIFE OF CHRYME

ima muthafuckin renegade like eminem and jay z
when people dont pay me i just leave and go crazy
lightin up their houses in flames always on course
im nothin that u will be able to tame like a wild horse
aint no one watch over me except for the man above me
man i love me and now im in a position of possibility
i dispose of my foes with ease always killin my enemies
gettin rid of the competition this is my main mission
release me like emissions i'll teach u like politicians
stop with the wishin ur dreams aint never gonna come true
nothin outta the blue so sickenin u come down with the flu

off-top of my head

nah you just crazy, been infected since a baby
moms got all into ya life, now you dont even want parts of the lady
want to let go, but cry'ed when the bitch knows
that its time to go, little man needs to grow
she said its violence you seek by hanging with the nigrows
bitch acted like she knows, the rican moms who jump's off like her knees-grow
the one who hangs out with ED like she slow
it was either listen or get put into a positition
thats hard to tell whats gonna happen like WWE submission
cuz the likes of this, is that im going to o.d.. be
cuz every hit reless from the chamber.... like the best of O.D.B
and im just starting, ya flow stink like you just farting
fuck these pup's bark'in,
my nine auto-make them quite like its equipd with a silencer
a blade from ear to ear should keep a smile-on-her
fuck you dont need every bone in ya body in-order
but since you insist,
i'll just knock ya teeth out N replace it with a pinky from ya daughter
the masscar is here fuck 50 cent career
i'll just back-up in my whipe to end he's car-rear *career*
the shit hype, dont get snip,
fuck bougers my blade to ya nose i'll get swipe
you aint close to me aint shit-alike
N yea u get nikes,.... only after i give ya wify some dick for a good night
then she feels bad, and i feel glad,
cuz that old-bitch is you're mom i fucked since ya girl N her look alike BITCH!!!

Two glocks twelve shots left to pop u better duck
go out like a real gangsta shot on the block dont stop
stand up its the last stand i got the guns in my hand cocked
talkin to them gonna ask if they ready to go out and rock
its was deafening silence police sirens stopped time itself slowed
i kno im not gettin out of this hold so i pray and now im fixed to roll
blastin first the bullets be gliding at the speed of sound
dodgin the slugs like the matrix running all around
smoke fills the streets so blurring like storms in the desert
death was the only thing to come out of this nothing less

listenin to that drive slow........lil off tha top............

cars like the movies, can't afford to go,
can't do nuthin but watch, enjoy the show,
no cars, no clothes, can't pull no hoes,
and all my boy's paid so i'm movin slomo,
feelin homo, d/r to get a ride,
to my ex-girl's to get high,
or just a lil buzzed, don't really matter,
when u fucked up don't matter who's L's fatter,
drive slow in my grandmama's beat down Caddy,
so fucked howlin at the jokes from a laffy-taffy,
in the back seein colors and them real bright lights,
all shit, it's 5-0 iight,
everybody be kool, u can barely tell,
that we fucked up as fuck but we can't hide the smell,
please don't take me to jail sir, promise i'ma stop the shit,
the cop just smiled and asked me could he cop a hit..........

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"I don't want to be deep... I want to feel deep and use that feeling to express depth itself..."
-Konchance

my poetry:
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