I can probably tell you what's wrong with mine
every song and rhyme I've ever flowed is nitro explosive so it's 3 bombs combined
never met a prominent rapper let alone ever
seen, a clever scheme used on the boards since I was 17'
and I was just about as murderous as I was then
but like my history, all my competition's been passed tense
and in my absence I've grown weary of rapping
because the art is barely attracting anyone in the area at this..
moment, so I know it's going be something new
If I try to fucking do, another a verse - it's over; end of discussion boo'..
I mean look at this cipher, we've migrated or grown
raps has become like a fad worn out of the homes
we see less and less talent get passed into the industry
so we diss MC's to get recognized to the fifth degree
in different keys expressing or expressions without a smiley face
our lines erased in sands but the genetic footprint of time and space
we leave behind, so our notes is MORE than something to free the mind
music is our voice that we've constantly redefined

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it funny to see, cats still getting pissed off like their gettin wet,
or better yet, on thier 9th ....and being injected by the local vet,
what the feck, kids typing like they think their some kind of tech,
its my bet, yous could use 110% of ya skill...and still not turn a check,
whos a wreck, use that noose on ya neck then burn ya set....
,................ cuz ya passions gone for text on the net..
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quik

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i'll play on ya consience, ya contents is complete nonsense
speak of biting, then you fucks flip everyone of my damn concepts
what the fuck, was you high..?
did you think i wouldn't recognize lines that i made
then you come up some bullshit tryna prove that im gay...!
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fake fucks..move on...!

i'm from the C-O and i run my town...
you can hit wit a line or two til i flipt the script like an actor reading upside
you's an actor or a fucking clown yea i said it
but as funny as your lines are to your boy, i don't get it
who's to say that glorifying that gangsta that you pretend to be
will make you more worthy an adversary or enemy...
my friend you see there's a thin line between bullshit and bullets
don't cross it, how much a hollow cost to get your ghetto holocausted
and that's just for saying offensive shit about my occupation
where's all the snow you promised us, the block is hot and it's waitin

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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:
untitled

i take a swish of 5th of vodka
both hands full with my two chrome rockets
put a barrell to your boy then pop it
hear police sirens and drop it
run to the crib unlock it
stash the ev in the safe n lock it
see your boys ride up so i pull out my tool
n chop it
your with the kind of girl who sais stop it
but when shes with me she stays on her knees just cockin


.... i dont even know... ha. im madd bored

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Rip H.P. and A.M.H.
Rep The Pep
Rap clicks online? Wackkk.
-The B.E.S.T. Crew? haha
ya'll niggas on some eli porter shit.

see i dont squabble over petty lines or petty crimes...
i turn ya head into a pasta dish like its speghetti time...
and no one is frightend ya these weak confetti rhymes...
im so great that i could shatter the levi at any time...
when i get wreckless that tech spit and trust that its hectic...
leave you breathless leaking next to the chain on ya neckless...
im a soldier in this game incinerating ya platoons...
like a western you flip tables when i enter the room...
im a prophecy a prodigy of my own philosephy...
yall droping bombs i drop bio-chemical mockeries...
aint no one stopping me call it my democracy...
this trash i just read aint nothing but a hipocracey..
i mix birds and hounds with verbs and nouns...
its obsurd how my sound could just pirge ya crown
and as i start to swerve around observe this round...
thats hitting you in the jaw to conserve a frown....

hat cocked jeans loose keep my swagga tight
cut out the middleman if my paper ain't stackin right
sick of the bull-shit, smell is gettin heinous
between that and the trash talk and girls try'na get famous
i am what i am my fam who you wanna bang wit
ain't on that simple shit get a boot up in your anus

bored...

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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:
untitled

yessir it's on the dresser and i'm pretty sure you seen her
seen her, my girl is a nine millimeter heater
sure that girl hot, specially when she get wild
her mood switch i get a itch she have you sleepin from a smile
and when she talk you listen, depressed you wanna kiss her
just bought a silencer, now all she do is whisper
men hold they breath every time that her frame exposed
she killin em everytime, man that dime is cold
she mine to hold, and she always down to ride
in the field strippin niggaz check her out and i let it slide
so they can see that ass, pull it back they see the brass
me and her ain't married no papers your boy paid in cash
i like rap, she heavy metal, she still my chick
i keep her on a leash, just so i can pull her quick
but she still mine, yup, Nina is my girl
you don't wanna fuck wit me, i'll let Nina rock your world

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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:
untitled

Been so uninspired to write, but when I do...
No-one can match the level of hype... nor have a clue
to see, the unforeseen departure of my weaknesses.
Speak to the heart of my soul... see through it's deepness..
Sleepless... eyes are open, know that the beat skips
Heart melody relative to the symphonic element...
The orchestra of the Human body composed through a letter it's
Nothing, to be opposed ... oh, I know the roles
Like an orchid rose pedal sweating droplets of ink down
Functional to the brains pattern - harder to think now
The momentum of the energy's up I think it's in sync now...
I become one with myself; It's coming in link now
Drink not to get drunk but to be wiser
Looking at the eyes in disguise tries to put lies up
Head tilted back with a face of spiritual absence
Tapped the water vein of existence till' it collapses
Spins on a axis, attracting from afar
Resonated from hippies who've been desolate to a star
See the Rose grow gradually & stem from it's noble roots..
Which explains in bold proof, I'm the growth it's exposed to.

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strangling bitches kickin out knees crackin faces
i never softened i'm always back in dark places
slice ya throat tearin up your ACL slash ya thighs
tear your back up incognito while i go past ya eyes
evil thoughts hanging bitches and killing racists
chop ya legs off and throw ya torso in chilling places
Dice your body into pieces guessing where parts might land
decapitate this motherfucker and put his head on the mic stand
nobody is feeling you your reputation has decreased
u tight? nah u like an old batman outfit made for the obese!
i dont carry guns no need i'll hit u with a tazer
with my knives, i'll cut u like unsharpened razors!
locked and loaded makin the bitches bleed is just a reminda
no fear cuz these faggots cant spit like havin dried up saliva
relaxed mind state writin this shit i was stuck writers block
carpel tunnel my wrist is gone wishin i could stop this clock
dont point fingers, im gonna start bashin these liars
not one to steal girls, not my fault shes spreading more than wildfires

2010 ... and kats is still rapping 'bout gats?!
selling crack for fat stacks and don't live like that
now these same dudes is wondering why the game's off track
it's time to face facts... it's prolly cuz these lames is wack
today's youth ...is too confused... they cant tell what's truth
you want proof? track a rapper while he's leaving the booth
see if all the seeds he planted in ya mind takes root
where's the girls, cars, and drugs? ...the guns and loot?
where the jewels at?... yo where that house on the hill with the pool at?
yet you confuse that ..with a cool kat... how da fuck can you confuse that?!
real recognize real but still others remain jaded
believing bullshit accounts of how "so-and-so" made it
there's a formula for gimmick emcees that are over-rated
wackness created... payola pays it... and radio overplays it
get ya minds right... cuz real emcees can speak "TO" the streets
and spit heat without speaking about heat over beats!

LET'S KEEP IT REALLY REAL IN 2010 AND STOP RAPPING ABOUT BULLSHIT, PEOPLE! THAT HARDCORE WANNA-BE GANGSTA SHYT IS DEAD! BE TRUE AND HONEST ABOUT WHO YOU ARE AND SHYT WILL SHINE THROUGH IN IT'S OWN LIGHT! STOP BEING A FOLLOWER! STOP TRYING TO BE HARD FOR YA BOYS! STOP PUTTING UP A FRONT WHEN YOU KNOW YOU'RE NORMALLY SOFTER THAN TWINKIE FILLINGS! RAP WHAT YOU KNOW! LEAVE ALL THE BULLSHYT FOR THE POSERS! GROW AS AN ARTIST AND VENTURE OUT OF YOUR COMFORT ZONE! THAT'S WHAT REAL HIP-HOP WAS ABOUT.. CREATIVITY!

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CLICK DA SIGGY

So what can I say? I'm back in this bitch...
The master of this, disaster coming after ya shit...
Ya jewels, your watches, n ya chain get snatched from ya neck.
Shit be like a beach party how rappers get wet.
I'm a vet... like the net, so I have to connect...
After ya death, I scribe n epitaph... in ya chest.
No "Mark of Zorro"... shit. just you lying there, breathless.
My iron here? reckless like a lion near breakfast.
So try n steer'... next this, body count will be high as hell.
N I 'excel' like Microsoft in this bitch with the rhyming shell...
So why exhale? why you insist on living ya life...
The minute I write I kill a motherfucker who ain't dealing it right...
I ain't feeling ya hype... niggas are a lost cause with it.
I'm flossing, big Boss Rick Ross with it..


Blah... bored as hell.

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dude.. give it up please
u rock so much dust I'm startin to sneeze
its an ease to beast you - I'd hook ya chin
that what you look like even after sips of voka & gin
canna's old news..not getting radio play anymore
he's getting f'ed over more often than a radio hore
Vet .. please!!! tell you just kiddin man
your honors display that last year u've been winnin man
I'd rip up ya national anthem..u got hope, nah.. fag
you'll be lookin redder than the candian's symbolic flag

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LPMNDCTE


The B.E.S.T. Crew


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It's '10.. not 08'. That fact alone dictates you're not worth my time.




..Thanks for playing.

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unh...it's mr. i dont give a fuck,
k3 bitches...come and get cum,
every time i rap i seem to get dumb
but its probably just a trap i swear they Saw me kill sooooome,
some pussy ass niggas,
micheal jackson thriller...ain't no body chiller
i got so much to preach but i still remain a sinner
rappin aint a game but if it was i'd be the winner