RULEZ: NO MORE THAN 36 LINEZ...NO CREW VOTES...I WILL ALLOW RIDERS VOTES, YOU'LL NEED THEM...KEEP IT AS CLEAN AS POSSIBLE...GO HOME AND WRITE...YOU HAVE AS LONG AS YOU WANT TO POST(within reason of course)...good luck!

Be warned,
tha scorn of tha earth began with your birth...a conceptualization...
that rivaled tha porn of tha earth...in fornication...
I question your word~perfection, with a lyrical perception...
Embedded in tha depths of natural selection...
Linez's testin' any MC who's lungs hold breath an'...
givin' you lessons, designed...
to make you second guess your step in...
my cyphers, resigned...
before you get tha mind...you've been swept behind...
This little light 'o mine...shines on tha bling of your necklace...
at choker's length...I've got you restless, skippin' breakfast...
with my grip on your neck...
My spit's clips've found you vestless...
vulnerable to any spade I have in my deck...
while any bread I make's tha freshest...
Styles baked...from wheat, rye to pumpernickel...
I'll run your nickels from any pocket you've thumbed them into...
'Cause I'm an Amalgamation of all tha fear that's drummed in you..
I aint dumbin' you...skippin' school did that for me...
You can't read half my raps...much less get tha allegories...
I stand tha lyrical master-piece...
that you try to design with half tha speech...
Your vocabulary's too short for me to belittle it for sport...
One word 'o mine is worth ten times tha cane you snort...
fully capable to tele-port tha mind...light years ahead of time...
So far that tha future has past-times...I've been blastin' rhymes...
Givin' 'em hell, I was tha best before I could spell...
Since goo-goo gaa-gaa was all I could tell...Before I could smell,
tha funkest crap on tha planet...
tha pilot of tha flyest rhyme that ever landed...
tha tallest head makin' smallest, tha cyphers I stand in...
Brutalizin' any snot-nosed punk who ever ran in...
If you was so 'perfect', you'd be tha most sovereign...
But like I told shadow, you aint god if you got 1 in tha loss column.