moderator, screen sedator, swing shit like he was DARTH VADER, the great savior of on line behavior the la lakers tke straight from salt shakers.....

So much shit up on my mind wit' all this ag-gra-vation/
Anybody fuck wit' me don't know my li-mit-ationz/
Lash out at all these catz 'cause of my des-pa-ration/
When all I ever wanted was some re-lax-ation/
Last night I had a rev-e-lation/
But they so manipulative wit' they cal-cu-lationz/
Everybody needs a little in-spi-ration/
I takes away they inhalation/no resu-citation.

limitations r like liabilities its good ta have em but they turn into ta enemies... spread like mad cow disease.... causin mad synergy.. an opposite reaction from tha mad release a energy..
cause mentally im observin strait n steady swervin like im trippin off tha bourbon..

scribble this dribble down like a digital printer
riddle these little no-sounds with subliminal writtens

__________________

still higher "than" the bottomless pit that i left u "in"//
want me start "again",vision see'n worst then a person off 30 "hinekin"//
4 hits of acid "halousanegin" damn i can't spell "again"//
xtacy,kim lights,e mask and i'm dwell'n "in", the lost "land"//

yo my mouth-is-full of multiples........//
ignigte your shit an melt-ya-balls, may even melt-ya-skull//
rhyme engineer im persevere an just this-reveared//
i make the fattest disappear, its-just-clear//
im runnin on half a lung and a blown-mind//
--this cats flows are so weak he has to quote his "own-rhyme"--//
his multis are nearly non-existent//
he rhymed a few of em but hes not con-sistent//

~~-=-=-=-~~lines hit so hard youd think i meant it per-sonal//
so-verbal, rhymes will PICK YOU UP like a SLOW-GERBIL//
im ill to speak like the contents of a yellow-urinal//
put a knife through your jello-external til it goes-internal//
you cant get your hands on me like a hoes-journal//
ill come an pop your-cornel, flows-almost-eternal...//~~-=-=-=-~~

Anon

i'm drawin yo out for a metaphysical, televisual stick a blunt in ya mouth an smoke it like droopy D An' Dripple Kinda tipple//
An ya know i'ma send ripples, cripple and verbally incline//
Like ma nine that i point at ya spine, Shoot an split ya like a coconut shy//
But yo goin arai yo strayin, prayin' lookin for a lil girl to start playin//
An yo know i'ma be payin you, a visit to emergency room//
This your doom, when i let my moonshine, BOOM, it blow up in ya place, leave you lookin like ya face was hit by a monsoon//

u'll burn a lil "fat" afta dis "rap" its only 1 "track" then afta "that" it repeats "back"//
to the "begin'n" its neva "end'n" afta while u think its funny u'll start "giggle'n"//
funny bone "tickle'n" but only its not "funny" well stop laugh'n u damn "dumbie"//
thats why now u ain't got no "money"still fuck'n da same "hunny"//

...im chopped as fuck....

-mentally-bein-sick- -lead-me-to-seein-shit-
brain cells -depletin-quick- who am im -sleepin-with-?
i try an control drugs, its -overpowerin-though-
cant remeber what i ate -over-an-hour-ago-!
i forget what time it is after i -look-at-it-
i slang an smoke, im just a -crook/addict-

Complex....

ill kick rhymes that draw an image like a -constellation-
not sure it looks the way i want it, i need some -confirmation-
speak so real youd think i have my own -congregation-
but all these fuckin bitches just will -not-stop-hatin-
make you uncomfortable like a dr in a -confrontation
with a -patient- to whom he owes -compensation-
engage me in a -conversation- youll need -consoltation-
cause you talkin shit is my laxative, an i got -constapation-
im a -combination- of -concentration- and -complication-
so compex i deserve a -commendation-......

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Anon

yo anon that was nice, see if u can get in our cru, in the register forum can u battle?


anyways ill key one whilst im posting

u can never-match-this, for ever-fat-shit/
kids for ever-asking why im on that clever-rappin/
barrels bust when wen-the-gats-spin sever-tax-men/
steal a tenner,-ask-him after a petrol fight if i can lend-the-matches/
emcees wanna fight they in the land of never never,-ass-split/
im the type to send-a-black-smith his sword back/
cos all i needs a pen-for-smash-hits, and thats that/

gun "trilogy","cyriticly" leave u fill'n "empy"
when i'm spit'n "thee" split into "three"

catch'n back lash'n, attack'n wit gats blast'n, capp'n like mad afghans...
it happened i'm back rapp'n, i'm mack'n an slab stack'n...

cuz i'm always strik'n foes, who wanna sweep the floor with me...
destroy'n lives of those, who thought they could go to war with me..
deploy defeat, when my metal exposes, slow death like fall'n pedals from roses...
strikes of lightn'n, thunder clashes, lives get frigtened as this devil incloses...

"silly" "only" a "lil" my "pony" ride a "little"
"beats" is "critical" "heats" packed in "streets" wise "individuals"
"i" look at "u" but "u" ain't "i" so why try "to"flex like "i"
do "u" know what dis man has been "thru"? no u don't am i "right"?

this Lyrical-Aggravation wit Spiritual-Incinuations sayin dat peeps is nice when dey win its jus Mirical-Verifications