They remember the same november that I
dismembered rap gender, an entered a track
that was much better
infact, It got the attention of the net faster
with veteran backs to the wall holdin it clearer
starin at my figure, that man in the mirror
that scared alot of peers of the internet
so they failed slow, impaled in my pay-roll
J-Lo rosters, assed-out, pass out the six teens
got 6 queens n 16 kings, across queens n since
I'm older than 16, an' younger than 18
i'll go out with more than 8 teens
with 4, 8ths of the day-dreams of popular celebrities
pop-culture, bradpitt, serenity, see if they remember
that december mornin I dropped more than
four-hundred and fourty four bodies in..
the same-grave, entitled in the same name
they like, Jay..you a bastard for that rap circle
that attracted a wack-circle covention of rap-erckles
with black, purple and blue bruises 2 laced
blue shoes n more than 22 cruisers inlined
in the same-line like blue-cruisers, dudes use to..
grind on the block, hussle up the brothers
get the crack, an sell it back to they mothers

....

infact, this crack domination was beyond domination
the black sadam, alijah muhammad in sodomation
where the colors they wore on wuz an out-cast
an bombs that leave holes in ya like a dalmation!
the all hating on jay, that he speaks in the truth
an be feelin like colin farrel..walkin down that
same floor-board, with more than 4 whores
when the hall is narrow, call me jaro' the black..
african mountain, with back-packing accountants..

hey you talkin funny i got sumthin for ya/ pullout the 4-4/bust off thru your four doored explorer/got the revolver empty 6 more/probably bring the 9 on tour/have bullets in lines like raw/ load it up pop one blow the gun off/you guess if im hard or soft/punch you in the jaw/hard/see if you hit the ground soft/nigga you lost/whatchu thinkin/must bein drinkin/your really outcha/mutha/fukn mind/im gonna let that shit slide/nigga whats poppin/im talkin bout the gunz kockin/you droppin/im steppen/representin my weapon/

as of now, i sit back and watch peers live to my expense
this creates a slobbish man, dweels ridin the bench
rivalies with my creator, for not making me sumthin
got me bringin home the bacon, but not cutting the mustard
seems too be young is to cursed, or vica versa
so I write these verses, to live in spur of the moment
most of the time i linger, loiter or litter
fuckin the nine wit fingers, explotin a nigga
exportin honduras cane, i custom cut into wafers
since i deny manual labor, im watched solely by neighbors
wannabe ghandi of my block, legend to live in the streets
dare not say i rap like he... say he like rap like me

yo i just take the mic and im sick wit it baby
but i was raised to know that these bitches betray me
so i keep to myself, and preach for my health
visions of better life on a beach wit an L
ya shots get repelled, by the verbs i expel
i keep the heat out the stash box so the cheddar dont melt
I felt that life newhere must be better than hell
so i straight up ran with the mic, and earned my fame
wanna see wuts comin up for rappin, learn my name

Let bounce kick a free check that, keystyle...

When Im on the mic it's like im bout to explode
Lyrical combustion spitting heat that can scold
Melting emcees down from the coldest to cold
Like Anti-origamy... I'm undoing your folds
Counter intellegence.... Yeah I'm hacking all your codes
Flipping Encrypted Scriptz... Through the crown that I hold
Syndicated like an old episode
Like a dealer serving dope... When I rock the show
My verbal excitations charge this MIC to a glow
This is justa introduction to my funky subliminals
Vocal radiation and my hazzardous flows
Pressure cooking brains till they leak out your nose...


Yeah just a freestyle....

__________________
FUCKA BABYLON BANDIT!!!

you know why you dont know yo daddy?
cuz i aint introduced myself yet

yo check it, it's robin h
here and tru from state
i give to it to you straight -up
g'd up from the feet up
this white boy is cutin you down
and he's the baddest nigga in town
first ever wanna-be skater
to get out here 'n rap 'n be a hater
got this straight flow
di'nt you know
you cant stand to this shit
these rhymes that i spit
its like the fires of hadies
cept this is earth, 'n i got the ladies
i bust this shit out greek myth style
cept you boys still cry when i freestyle
yea they call me robin hood
cuz im robbin the hood
of the black fame
in this rappin game
yea, this white boy is takin over
so just quit, forfeit, its game over

i aint here 2 battle jus 2 make my mark
but if u spit a flame u startin a spark
ima little thing but i gotta big bite
i neva back down put my fists up 2 fight
i aint like tha othas wit tha pullin hair
sum them aint got none so i keep it fair
i always ogtta smile but trust i can frown
jus grab my girls cuz they always down
ima trouble maker
boyfriend taker
hurt me ill b a tru heart breaker
if u gonna step b ready 4 fire
always spit tha truth dont call me no lyer
i rep YO till tha day i die
we hard as hell thas how we ride
im outta here now i think i made a hole
i leave a bag shit for all u hoes

(Fuckit) I'll have your eyes looking like kirby (puckett)
when I'm (muggin you) –
(stuck wit) a fool that will put (slugs in you), sleepy like it's (drugs in you)
cause you've been (served) like (orderves) from a (thugs menu)
bet not see your weak ass performing cause I'm shootin (up the venue)
and don't care were the (fuck I sent you)
rather it be (Heaven or Hell) aint (lettin scars dwell) amongst anyone I’m (kin to)
on the low murderous with (Hell’s deception) my shots (perfection)
posting up in this bitch like (Kevin Mchale) with a smith and (wesson)
dip in pla-ti-num - ga-tin - 'em till you lead the funeral (procession)
don't give a fuck if you on a suburb, rural, or (metroplexin)
I'm disectin, bitch mcs into sevens for (disrespectin)
now that's seven (lessons) a number for (blessins)
but i'm blessed with ripping (flesh from men’s) (chest and) expose the heartless.
Your artless and I’m her to mark bitches and end their mic (session).
Another cleanzzing by fire so let’s spark this.

‘The Cleazzing has begun’ SIZZ

get some shit off my mind so back to the future i rewind
beefin with them old crews thought they was tighter than mine
but as you and them all will come to find the flow is known as divine
They put a white a boy on the grind and smashed em all like a millstone
Record labels he crashed em all left his mark on the milestone..
audio spitter but could write a scripture if you push him to it..
no one even heard ya say you don't get my wordplay ..screw it..
y'all gonna hate cause i come from the 7th gate see ..
will a hellish style that seriously it too fast to key ..
so if this fucked up you can't blame me ..
The rap community made me what i am a Demon ...spittin flames in to microphones at kids homes then leavin..
Everyone one in the crowd tries to touch my cloak as i exit..
fuck execs those bitches take tight raps..and mess with it..
i'm done structure flow all fuck up but it makes sense to me..
thanx for making this cypher so when i'm vexed i can just key..

I’m not here in the flesh/
But I’ll snatch you from another realms depth/
Death to all those who fell asleep while I crept/
My lyrics pulsate, penetrating plasma like a poltergeist/
Personified by swift shadows, shady and sudden,
Leave you wit no pulse at night/
Bitch wake up, elevate or I’ll make your body levitate/
Rather light, welter, or heavyweight/
Too me they all fake azz confetti weight/
I’ma Shake up your whole fucking make up /
Cause I’m the entity, that’s not finicky/
It’s just the sin in me to disrupt your sanctity serenity/
No screaming, sirens, nigga you want even sense it’s me/
Stealthy when I’m in my victim’s vicinity/
Aint even been a G, but I kill from the darknizz/
Another cleanzzing by the SIZZ who’s quik to Spark hitzz/


'the Cleanzzing Has Begun'

i'm keying again to win grenade holding the pin..
cause i threw my shit out and it exploded on the enemy..
you don't know what you talkin about you ain't no friend to me
there are no friends in warfare lets make that shit clear..
cause you freeze like a polar bear in situations of fear..
i'll watch my own six don't need no love just need a peice..
and if i get caught in the crossfire.. fuck it i'm deceased ..
but until that day i just hit random keys on the board..
and come up with a freestyle and thank the lord..
that my shit made sense cause this life sure don't..
took my dogs life caused me strife give up i won't
tupac said it keep ya head up my shit points to the sky
for the day i can call on the lord one on one just you and I..
and you can tell me why they took my boy..at such a young age
fuck your book of life i tear out that page..should prolly stop this shit soon cause now i'm on a roll and when i go i take a toll on those of my prophets trying to write the scroll..
keep up with my tongue no too many Mc's can..
it should be me vs twista for the fastest spitting man..
i'm done i'm thorugh i'm out holla back..
and anybody who read this like shit that kid is whack..

Your in my way dawg/
Enemie of the the day dawg
so it’s time to spray these lyrics like a cascade waterfall/
leave this nigga drippy wet when I slit his neck/
hid his torso under my backyard deck/
the wack – all - get the same procedure/
get the “Smack Down” like a Thursday night feature/

mad keystyle you can expect from this man..
battle once in a while but home is where the heart is..
so lets start this... look at my avy the fuckin lyrical artist..
its bis did he steal his lyrics from the net..if so what fuckin page..
or is he just so talented other emcees get vexed and disgrace his name is a jealous rage..
either way whatever rap games been fucked from day one..
killed biggy tupac and of course don forget BIG L son..
every rapper that elevates catches one from a gun...
so why elevate a ton..i aight tryin to get done..
by some lil fuckin sore loser who got his player card revoked..
cause he stepped to the mic and the bitch fuckin choked..
goes out in the Navigator grabs the Gat with the silencer..
gimme one reason for the sensless violence here..
his momma musta fondled him as a young child..
if you don't get your way spray your shit buck wild..
thats not what my moma taught me i think its time to stop see..
cause i'm getting off topic but fuck that i jsut key...
flow of the century no mabye of the year..listen to my toungue flip..shit goes to quick to hear..
or understand i seriously can flip it like a gymnast..
you fuckin with a newly dubbed iJL linguist...
whatever man i'm out half the pop don't understand the game..
lived it since the age of 12 oldshool when it wasn't nuthin but a G thang..