You motherfuckers better not make me mad
A maniac, labeled as a crazy cat
Don't try to contain me, or chain me back
Hang your ass by a chain 'til I break your neck
I'm ready to eat, and the table's set
You ready for beef? Then place your bets,
I'll erase you, hate spews, from my veins when I'm raisin' heck
Play your wack, raps around me, watch your tape eject
Rage and hate wrap around me when I'm angry and
I'm a raging ape, let the blade rape your neck
I'm crazy, insane when I play with death
I'm Satan, get strangled, I'll take your breath
CHOKE! And as you're gaspin' for life
Get stabbed with a knife in the abdomen and smacked with the mic
Get cracked in the back of your spine, shatter your bones
Fracture your skull, let's see if you faggots survive

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past go collect my money and then jet
actually the boot, but we ain't got that far yet
they wanna stack they paper by the 5 hundreds
and build hotels cuz they see yours and want it
and this started as a flow about a game, but we joke about the game
like we got so much fame if we go broke ppl will no our names
then comes the boot-leg and all with your record
trying to sell it to you and you wonder where you're headed
up shits creek or down the stream to where your pretty spouse is
making money off your 2 hotels and 8 houses
don't let em take ie stay hungry...

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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

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alalalala.......


with excellent text i take control of the current situation/
place prophecy in front of people praying they'll avoid munipulation/
of the beast influening intense actions aggravating my souls loyalty/
beware when i bust hot its bubbling up like being inside a pot to boil me/
minute by minute im in a race at a set pace dont irritate my rage/
writers block cant even stop my creative nature from feeling up the page/
hell pits is not the place to go get well repent repeatedly before the ends near/
but if your destined for the dark dynasty mentally prepare for the eternal fear/


blahhhhhhh......

targeting a different demographic than the average
spastically sprawlin sentences to spell out the madness
i see in my day-to-day, remembering back to the hey
and how the precedent to this negligence was screwed in a major way
they legacy tossed down and pissed on...
if Gene Simmons died, would TI be on a KISS song
i was a fan like most and still kinda on his jock
but my respect for him wouldn't let me do a record with Pac
or more acurately one of his tapes
i never met the man face-to-face, so what would i say
like of these Young Bucks and G-Units goin' ape
makin his voice say their name, ain't showin respect, it's rape...

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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

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life could be the best enjoyment or a misery effect/
depending on certain situations of a humans activities as its set/
for me its work every day yes i gotta get payed/
gotta get the bills paid,sometimes 18 hour days just to put food on the plate/
weekends could be more like a monday cause the uniform im wearing/
keeping my mind straight its my advantage so mental wisdom is not fading/
trying to stay stress free from the demons temptations of wrong doing/
so i stick to the music and keep writing for songs im pursuing/
to work with till its my demise and im sent to the earthworm infested grave/
trying to make it to the light at the end of the tunnel not stuck in eternal tormenting flames/

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B.E.S.T.....HAHA

beef? not really, means nothing to me
you? if i'm hungry just something to eat
a hook? fuck it, i'll just spit some bars
the world? fuck it, there's always Mars
seriously i just spit silly lines for my own enjoyment
like you spit your boys seed, no homo, you just enjoy men
this is the part where my rhymes cease to make cents
like being unemployed and Bush the President, don't make sense
since my mind grows weary, and i hate love-hate
and the world doesn't care about my life fuck fate
i'm handle me and my hobby, fuck critics, slob me
added this last line to make it not rhyme, fuck you

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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

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haha check it..


look, as far as keystyling goes, I've mastered the fad leeway
now cannabarz is out to break more records than mad DJS!
I come in your pad, easy...drop the ink to the paper and write
been a menace ever since my stranglehold deflated the mic
I hated my life, but being me there wasn't anyway of escaping it like..
both sides of the road were dead ends doper than whole headings
I'm soaked in success, hell! I basically float in a boat of it, yes!
I'm so devoted to text, History holds a message of me being noted as best..
It's like an award that I got to hold close to my chest
with a swarm of media following me like I spoke to the press
doper and fresh than a litre of coke ina sess
your folks are impressed, but can't pass like your number 2 pencil broke on the test!!
...yeaaaaaaaahhhh..Can is the beast, damaging beats..
come to your managers teeth, with hammer the size of hamburger meat!!
Yea, I'm sick in the game been inflicting the pain violent
got ridiculous aim, that's why most of your clicks will remain silent
I'm a flickering flame, your more like some nickle and change sided with
heat, I confide and abide by the streets.

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^^cannabarz is fuckin insane... let me try this again

i'm ill in the sense that there's something wrong
i'm at home listening to this fucking song
that keeps playin in my head, i think something by Korn
Vida givin me a dance (cuz the internet is for porn)
i forget i'm wearin headphones take em off, guitars get quiet
log on to rapverse to see if the voted on my shit
but it's the same as before, they lame on the boards
get guys to enhance they score, ridin dicks cuz they can't afford whores
and this is a minute in the life of the best,
Supernigga muthafucka, check the S on my chest

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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

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i'm Cassius Clay back in the day
k-o emcees in the fastest way
they Gladys Knight, wake up then they mad it's day...
just one punch and see ya
you can't see me, i'm too tall to see ya
may not be the best alive but i still run shit like diarrhea...
faking gangsta will leave you one way
it'll catch up with you some day
hard in your rhymes then drop more dimes than a bums pay...

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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:
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we all have the mental capacity actually most have more but don't use it
the the thin line between ignorance and stupid fades as they become a cohesive unit
and the terrble thing is most see it coming choosing not to dodge it
falling into that "deep" rut and becoming false prophet
many for profit, and many more that use it but don't make it
look to the mirror every day before they hit the road and still can't seem to face it
so they fake it, and write "ghetto poetry" on some fake shit
i can't take it...

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"i'm not deep, you're shallow..... rid of your women, money, power, greed, pride....... only then will you be truly free. i'm not asking you to walk on water....... just float with me."
".........you thinking i'm poor because i don't have any money, now that's rich."

i could die right now, some would wonder why, others wouldn't care
too consumed with their own affairs...
what's eatin' me? don't know but this conversation would go quicker
if i can find that bottle of pills and chase it off with liquor
funny shit: i don't even drink...
got on the Titanic for free now i'm waitin til it sink
but the movie is a long one, i'm feeling every wave
and lately wishin that last turn took me right towards an iceberg//

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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:
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