Im bustin rhymes kickin lines hard in my damn mind
I've been declined for being me? well I'll take you one at a time
Makin you run fast from my nine, while i creep up from behind
Look i'll climb to the top and let you watch me as i rhyme
And when these words are combined, entwined, never to be confined
That day you will notice just why im so grim with designs
Look i'm priceless, you could never put a tag-on-me
Man i'd staple your ass to this table, you can't handle me!

__________________
im the ILLEST

spittin sick this kid loves to free off da head
cuz techs will mix wit led and for years i bled
& pleed the will of spittin ill
And rippin the Rapverse emcees to kill
I got dreams to fufill i dont wanna be a rapper
gang banga or a trapper...stictly NBA Napster

__________________

Im not bad shit....n y ya missin me bastids
Leave nigga's in da past like history-classes

im droppin my writtens............
.
.
these are my emergency rhymes I keep top secret
cause of my hot speeches, that I keep just to stop leaches
to prevent thought thieves and, pathetic drop stealers
and I'll stop and unleash em, every so often to teach em
when I blow their novels to pieces, by just droppin a thesis
you see imma talking machine gun, with toggling features
that slobbers and leaks shit, off the top when I’m speaking
my jaws is secreting, shit that's spreading across of this region
mo common people and those who are be flocking to see this
imma improbable genius, except this guy has a cause
and that is to fucking sabotage, your not so average drops
and if ur laughing lots, then I plan to rob, your family stock
while dressed in camouflage, like I’m fighting in the amazon
cats applaud, they see my raps is raw, cuz Daz's unflawed
with just one random thought, that can make the planet stop
words of granite rock, hit my teeth and blow the enamel off
pounding my teeth at a thousand degrees goddamn I’m hot
trials and tribulation,it seems the world has found its mason
cause just one brick is laid by every confounded statement
i've come around to face it, we've all cheated and lied in places
and tripped over our feet after our miscues tied our laces
no matter how loose i tried to make it, they're growing tighter
nobody stands up for themself only the air force is showing fighters
berlin's students are growing brighter, as if born in college
but even they would be nothing if they are torn from knowledge
left with just their imagination, they'd be trapped & vacant
and feel the pain as they struggled to last this statement
i've traveled past the basement, and felt the pits of hell
this achieved by going deep within myself, I had shit to tell
about where I came from...or what my name mean
im not the greatest and my past cant hide behind a statement
not aligned to face it, i attempt genuity like a southern verseman
but every lent...i have to promise to be another person
under my covers cursing, nothing really just life's emotions
I despise sadness as i ward it off and fight devotion
its like a potion, im forced to drink and its there to haunt me
i find i need the wash again....when i try to air my laundry
it barely taunts me, success....out of reach with my preparation
i'll grit my teeth and stretch my arms to the point of separation
the joints in desperation, a little closer, i feel the focus waning
i fucked up. my life was a work of art but i broke the painting
a bunch of hopeless waiting, dopeness fading, pervading the setting
every let down stings, like a wound awaiting its dressing......

__________________

i'll play on ya consience, ya contents is complete nonsense
speak of biting, then you fucks flip everyone of my damn concepts
what the fuck, was you high..?
did you think i wouldn't recognize lines that i made
then you come up some bullshit tryna prove that im gay...!
.
.
fake fucks..move on...!

the sharpest cat with a pen, unleash the wrath from within
I played dumb with the mic waiting for my path to begin
cause it's my quest to fulfull, to be excessively ill
made up of the dopest, forever keep my recipe sealed
it's kinda like my wrist got a mind of it's own
when it's time for the rhyme to be shown, your minds, even mine'll be blown
sometimes my tongue slices the inside of my cheek
when I write to these beats, even when I quietly speak

i only cuss when u must and thats all the fuckin time
listen now ya'll need to stop duckin my rhymes
and take a look at my lines and bars so u can see far
into my mind im one of a kind kinda like a key card
it contains secrets and i wanna reap it like the Grim
yo i keep it in a safe and it will never crack for him
the lights lookin kinda dim is it close to the end
with foes around the bend u betta grab a friend
and join in this fight wit bullets conjoined in the light
usin all my might to make the darknesss enlightened

my vision's blurry my mind's going up and down
like a piston's hurry everyone around seems to frown
at me is it cuz society lies to me im feelin confused
i got my propriety so im born to win i'll never lose
ima cruise til i hit an iceberg that gives me fight words
lookin for the night birds to show the light in the third
demension like a prism is anyone out there listenin
i feel contained underwater like im gettin a christenin
ima levitate like magicians with heavyweights hittin ya
neva hesistate or stall to call then u'll be shittin ya
self maintain ya health im so insane with my wealth
im too 'wise' to 'visit' you 'infants' like it was the 'Twelfth'**

**Twelve days after Christmas; celebrates the visit of the three wise men to the infant Jesus

nice, its been awhile for me so let me get that rust off real quick

as i try and get the rust off,
theres a couple of fake thugs wanna front with they vest on
couple of other fake pimps stuntin with a dress-on, making a dress song
christmas just pass a couple of gift i had to give that i got from the pass
cause a workin man on the street dont get no checks i can cash
just the one that help me run from the jakes on the grass
fuck a gift wrap, they get they gift in a wal-mart bag
dont laugh, it aint easy and babymoms wanting to leave me
saying all that time i had and no work, how can she believe me?
aint got no food on the table and we drinking juice outta a bowl
fuck getting gold, i got goals, dont need to be at the filed goal
cuz now a days its no use robing the champs to eat off a SUPER BOWL
i aint trying to leave my kids with no cash befor its my time to go....


its getting harder day by day to live each hour
everyday another cop trying to lock me up infront of the towers
im done dealing with you cowards
im on a quest like final fantasy to capture the true power
REPEAT!! 2X

I NEED A CHANGE!! no not from the weed to the coke game
i mean like going from a bus to driveing in my own lane
from struggling to get bus money to droping 20 on gas
from feening to smoke other weed, to rolling blunt i wont pass
from geting a one night stand, to a wife who dont care if i live in a van
man, its a new year and i wont let it go down as the last
even if i got to hold hostage bush son with susacide bombers ready to crash
im out there grinder harder then tony hawk, from the gym to 20 parks
type slim but the tourus sparks, making you light (k)nick dealing retier like john-starks
HOLD THAT!!!

I GOT TO GO!!!

__________________
NOT TO BE FUCKED WITH!!!!

Sittin on my couch, Trying to hear shit from James
Only nigga in my crew that aint rapped all day
I dont think that he gonna spit, So I'm a continue
Spit so fucking mad, Leave lyrical bullets up in you
Drop ya on the floor, And leave you for dead
Say some fucking shit that'll mess with ya head
Leave ya turning like a bitch, Scared, While you up in ya bed
Cuz I be dropping shit that you never heard no other mexican say

i bury motherfuckers with my multies and AKs
this is what i say even tho its bulky but it still pays
still scrappin in this bitch ima be clappin at this bitch
i aint talkin bout no applause, audience standin ovation
im talkin about guns with bullets that need preparation
my generation controls the nation theres no stoppin it
we rockin it we on our own no one cares if we poppin it
gotta be quick with punchlines cuz its crunch time
no one can munch mine i got complexed rhymes
i dont have a set mind i do whatever i feel
whatever i steal becomes my meal i am the real
its Bonafide and im still on it like Ashanti
political and spiritual leader kinda like Gandhi
just freestylin im goin the mile and i aint dialin
911 for this ima make it all the just straight flyin
aint nobody dyin just like 50 its get rich or die tryin
going all out people be thinkin this guy's lyin

im the elite one and im sittin just takin the heat
destroyin groups of MCs like im bakin some fleets
shakin the beat i leave mics shattered like glass
leave u scattered like all the little pieces of glass
man i just passed u like gas i get the mask thru
u blinded i attack u givin u more stories like Crash 2**
my cash flew like airplanes life's flowin in different lanes
thats why theres different pains with indifferent brains
u see me man, i dont open cans i put u in cans
like im collectin sand i dont give a fuck or a damn
damn man this shit is crazy and still no one pays me
i got that ignorant shit like Jay Z it never phases me

**Crash was a movie with a lot of stories in it about a lot of people

like clispe whens the last time u heard it like this
i merk it like this a flyin bird with the sight crisp
with a light fist but powerful soul man it so cold
my flow aint old u gettin the blow by blow fold
now roll over rover im the sober cobra givin punches
hittin hard grabin ur stomach lookin like u doing crunches
its somethin aint it ur future's lookin grim
now im bookin him runnin and he got tooken with timbs
with all broken limbs lookin like spinnin rims
man ur whole crews a joke this aint new news its a hoax
nothin for u except my only advice to you is dont choke
and put on this invisble cloak kinda like harry potter
now it on and gone u can watch me fuck ur daughter
i dont even kno why im sayin this u should pay for this
irrelevant shit bringin nasty shit like elephant piss
see im completely ignorant right while im on a flight
i kno this shit aint right so maybe i should go left
naw never that ima stay straight till my death
when i hit the crest u can put me to rest with cess
givin me the ultimate test like surviors eatin flesh

just some stupid shit

keep it moving like propellas when i drop a fella
we got jiggas like rocafella chop niggas to mozzerella
melt ya cheese, send u to hell with the keys
i con kids like they locked me in a cell with thieves
it never stop, spti fiya that'll make the weather hot
whether or not u got a glock my berrettas'll pop
set up shop and drop bombs like we going to war
and stomp u so many times it'll leave a hole in the floor
i got paper like a book store
and make niggas retire, like they dont wanna rap no more
pop kids on ya team just to settle the score
and ask a kid if he ever met the devil before,
i burn people, u only die once theres no sequel
theres only one savage NT and no equals motherfucker

so strong yo comin up just so i can bomb yo
flee the scene leave ur ass unidentified like a john doe
my songs grow as my flow gets smoother
i dont give a fuck i get ruder with the ruger
man i fooled ya and u still standin there shook
this shit just comes to me i never prepare hooks
i get stares and looks from people's amazement
standin up from chairs clappin it never phases me
it bearly grazes me i just m-i-c it make it count
seemin so fairly i run up and shake the mount
like monte cristo im the count gettin the gold
findin treasure loads so icey i measure the cold
feelin pressure folds so 'blue' that im lookin for 'clues'
then i 'lock ya foot' like im buyin some 'shoes'
u fools aint got nothin kinda like david banner
leave u stuck in canyons i pave it then can ya
i dont give a damn yo i just get at cha man yo
comin out with the halo guns lookin like rambo

livin in pain outside on a chair just sittin in the rain
tryin to fix the frame in my brain movin it like cane
it never changes it just comes and destroys my mind
killin it it like its deployin bad signs those mad kinds
sad rhymes with deadly messages the shit hangs
it flips thangs feelin like a pistol going click bang
next to ya head vibrations flowin like bombs explodin
dont take the wrong road then u'll be corrodin
without rollin thru noon like the man wilson owen
feel my flow and u gone its gonna go til the break of dawn
somethin like a drag race all the stakes are on
im gettin so much paper that i should be drawn
feelin like im a don of the mafia there aint no stoppin ya
run up on u in the park then there im poppin ya