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Shit On YOU! Papa J
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The Mind Is My Prison N-Demik

Shock Value

verse one:

Torn runnin toward shunned dreams/
My Breathin contorts asthma force lungs to cling/
Dummies need ta hold ya spleens, or buckle ya belts up tight/
Cause if ya think from tha left, brace yourself to get stumped right/
And Ima get felt like an adrenaline rush/
I push brains in ta tha guts guttin ya hunch /
With the mic after I pop the clutch /
And Trust that I can’t dilute lyrics much/
Not overheatin but I stay hot enough/
To just burn the ash off tha Dutch/
Its like I cough exstasy up/
Cause you cats gon’ get touched/
Until I bump off these menial competitors/
With the brawn of mythical minotaurs/
And Ima persist as a lyrical offender/
Until I elicit goose bumps in local listeners/
Until the plasma seethes up/
As tha beat goes thump/
Until you drink the lyrics up/
And hiccup the gist of it up/
Ya’ll niggas said what? Ya’ll niggas is nuts/
Cause I drop heat on tha lugz like cigarette butts/
These bitches don’t know my style switches/
Similar to bisexual disposition when Im in competition/
Lets get it straightened
My shock tactics inflicts these apathetic masses/
Similar to sporadic bullets blasted from semi-automatics/
I’m like electrified eels you can’t touch the skill/
You think you hard ha! better bring the viagra pills/
I’m Not from Chicago but I stay Ill/
Ha! And that Noise you’d better kill/
Cause no common sense will/
Make my blood spill on the battlefield/

verse two:

Diggin in the crates to acquire the taste of mass appeal/
Rig the ones who hate who can neva penetrate the energy field/
Of vessels of the real I don’t represent no fuckin thug/
No record deal wont have me endorsin guns/
To me Hip-Hop plays the golden gun to stun/
And Mics are the slugs shockin the body numb/
Yes the Fifth Element has come/
Bringin diversity to the hip hop nation/
So Why pay lump sums to stray from abstinent ways/
When I can burn you out like ya do spliffs on ashtrays/
Cause niggas mince the brain with rat poison to cloak dismay/
Black mind states remain in the labyrinth of malaise/
While Verbally I sodomize the pitiful minds/
Of those inclined to touch mic devices with the likes of mine/
Its time and All I need is one stand and a spotlight/
One hand and one mic to rock the spot right/
And like assholes doin jail time Ima keep it tight/
And I don’t like to waist time even if for a minute/
When ya finished ya finished so my intention/
In the 30 sec time limit Is to disfigure ya from waist-line to tendon/
and splendor at how I dismember the fruits of ya labor/
By lyrically blendin em limber like blades in a blender/
Remember many presume you are what you eat/
So if I consume the pick of the liter what does that make me/

POST CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICSM..NO DOUBT BIG UPS

now that was aiight synopsist....was aiight....the first bverse however was nothign compared to the second i thought...the second was alot beter then the first....it was more eve,it flowed better,and the vocab was harder.....the first verse,was choppy but,it fell off a couple of times i thoguht....just coz of the bar length i couldn pick it up......itd be short hten long short then long nahmean...an yeah...all in all it was good,i liked th etitle...shock value...that was cool...and the punches in the second verse was nice...like assholes doing jail time,ima keep it tight...that shit was nice....

THANKS DEFINE..AIGHT I'LL TWEEK THE FIRST VERSE DOG...PEACE

no doubt,im liking what you got,the foirst verse jsut needs work.....dont change none of them punches though,im lovin em ahahha...Similar to bisexual disposition when Im in competition/
Lets get it straightened .....fucking nice,shits funny.....

thanks dog

This drop was aight...........I liked it dawg....It was simple but Tight

big ups

I think you got some great skills and wordplay going on there. You where hittin with everything you said,
pretty creative, most of da young cats probaly wont get ya skill play and wording...
I have to say tweak da first verse abit, i agree wit da other cat, long short long keep it all da same.Jumping
round abit.

Second verse was great i really feel shit, you'd go well i battles...
Nice flow and wordplay keep dat shit up dawg cause i was feeling it...

that was an ill drop, you got talent! the 2nd verse however totally suprassed the first, your flow was blazin, you kept it nice and simple!
"No record deal wont have me endorsin guns/
To me Hip-Hop plays the golden gun to stun/
And Mics are the slugs shockin the body numb/" - that was nice!