yea im one of the best.. that meny cant fuck with or test
but if you wanna go to war.. dont think about a vest
think about digg'in a under-world,
cuz these bullets i'll drop you like weights u couldnt curl
so many fans wanna ask me why im so hot
i just tell-'em dont mimmick the flames,
cuz u couldnt spit the same heat with ya lips on the stove-top
i know cops that know spots that'll have ya doe-got
and even them basterds i'll leave ya body N let ya soul-rot
and i aint one to brag.. but ya girl known for blowin in a jag..
my nuts feel like a 2 ounce bag, and just my tip make her mouth-gag
and this aint no race.. plus her head aint no waste..
cuz after she done her grill i'll look like she coverd in snow-flakes
is it daz??.... or is it hate... or is he trash
either way bullets i'll spin u around faster then TAZ *louney tones*
here let me hang you on my trouble board with these-claws
grab the knife and see if we can PIN-POINT each flaw
LOOK how im standing tall useing ya body as the floor
so when i say i'll upgrade my 22,
its cuz i can bet DAZ never MEET-A-4.... BIATCH!!! (meet-a-4/ metaphore)
BRRRRRRATTT!!!!!

now im switchin gears like cars aint nothin to fear
i keep it fallin like tears i keep it runnin like deers
in the dark across ur headlights makin u crash
all u see is a spark u better get that geico last
cuz i blow past u be like damn man that was fast
mouths be droppin im poppin i hold it up like sash
i got the speed of light u be squintin like u just woke up
i got to feed my might straight hittin wakin everyone up
so loud be disturbin the sleep of people who are deaf
i create death when im done there will be nothin left
just oceans of deserts sand and rubble scattered across
plains and fields its plain and i feel so confused and lost
i destroyed too much i went too far over the bar
now my face is scared and my guilt is stuck like tar
what should i do theres nothin everyones gone
lookin like people evacuated cuz of a nuclear bomb
so quiet like ghost towns and now im the host
since im the only one ive become the best of the most

best believe that the champ is here
you's an undercover fag who turns his back on queers
get it?, nope, then fuck it
set it dope then bus' it
let it soak and crush it
the best emcee to flex keys, trust it
off the chain, like nunchukaz
a rebel who cross the grain for the sake of nothin
which means i spit things that break fuckers
as i be armed with no conscience at all
the problem with bars, hot as comets and stars
the comedy's raw

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yea im one of the best.. that meny cant fuck with or test
but if you wanna go to war.. dont think about a vest
think about digg'in a under-world,
cuz these bullets i'll drop you like weights u couldnt curl
so many fans wanna ask me why im so hot
i just tell-'em dont mimmick the flames,
cuz u couldnt spit the same heat with ya lips on the stove-top
i know cops that know spots that'll have ya doe-got
and even them basterds i'll leave ya body N let ya soul-rot
and i aint one to brag.. but ya girl known for blowin in a jag..
my nuts feel like a 2 ounce bag, and just my tip make her mouth-gag
and this aint no race.. plus her head aint no waste..
cuz after she done her grill i'll look like she coverd in snow-flakes
is it daz??.... or is it hate... or is he trash
either way bullets i'll spin u around faster then TAZ *louney tones*
here let me hang you on my trouble board with these-claws
grab the knife and see if we can PIN-POINT each flaw
LOOK how im standing tall useing ya body as the floor
so when i say i'll upgrade my 22,
its cuz i can bet DAZ never MEET-A-4.... BIATCH!!! (meet-a-4/ metaphore)
BRRRRRRATTT!!!!!

livin it up,twizzle that izzle & light it up
i wish i had enough to pass it all around
get us all buzzed so we can write and clown
dhaam, aint that what we doing
but im sayin gets us all a bitch so we can be screwing
cuz some bitches in here take this beef shit way 2 seriously,
and i aint kidding G

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If this generation is lost, it is because we have let go of their hands." - Mos Def

Vote A Battle
Poetics Vs Defined

lifes a bitch i need to get over it i need to forget
all thru this shit pain and strife all over four bets
need to soar next fly out like planes in the sky
in my core theres confusion questions sayin die
before i pass into other realms i need people to hear
this is my task tell everyone about all my tears
and fears my dreams it seems to be all about reality
the brutality of my life is quickly changin my mentality
i see things differently like a gun with a new scope
got the night vision so i can see thru the dark with hopes
of gettin outta my shadows the darkness consumed
but i got out without a rattle now its in a tomb
i'll leave it there and never go back unless i need it
to feed my soul of pain makin it grow like i seeded it
now the power has ceded to me and now im growin
every hour i gain more power cuz im movin and goin
and now im almost done so close to one hundred percent
like Big Pun i have finally won and now its has relented

i keep having these dreams
that im pushing my-self off the hill.. while the pastor sings
what else can my life have enstored
now a days i wounder is it gonna be ova a whore
i said i wouldnt fight ova no bitch,
but everyday i argu i find my-self geting closer to a ditch
is it time?, do i have these vision for a reason
when is it gonna happen?.... in the fall,winter or hot-season
im i going out by a fake thug gun squeezin
or by a bitch who i fucked raw now death the only heeling
shit to crazy, life amazing, why am i paceing
step's speeding, got a death feeling, are these my last breath breathing?
blood rush'in, head already suffering, my times ticking
still brick flip'in, gat gripp'in, shot-lick'in
to many big-head on the block, time to take ova
ran in a druggie room got shot that sec,
now the floor i see as im out the window looking ova
danm i knew my time was coming, shit i was dummb'in
mouth numbing, i'll walk to the gates and take what god have coming
if i get rejected to all my peep i couldnt see for that reason alone god-bless ya,
and to the rest of these whores
i'll see you fags in hell.. but befor that i'll bring holy water just 2 tortcha some more BITCH!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH......
*SMASH*

u u....... u fucking.......BASTERD!!
i'll....i'll..i'll..... see you in hell BITCH.....

Back at rapverse to resurface again
Not for a rap purse of who's worst with a pen
10,000 points for dissing yes even the worst could win
To emcee is moving the crowd showing some discipline
I would say eat your hearts out but you'll starve to death
And that'll be inhumane like tissue, bone and flesh

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Barz&Penstripes Music

kinda bored right now just tryin to write some rhymes
i look at the time and see that its almost 7:09
in about two hours my show Lost is commin on
i love that show so many twists constantly bombin on
tonite i think its about the survivors that we havent heard
seein that they're more than alive tryna fly like birds
plus i gotta do homework somethin i really aint wanna do
but i gotta do it cuz i dont wanna flunk outta school too
try to stay on the right track but its a fact that i'll attack
at any given moment cuz im so bored of my set backs
now im almost finished with this i need to run with this
i ask can i bust like canibus and now im done with this

put ya hands up fuck niggs dun get run up n stuck /
that fuck nigga pop his mouth off dun run n get fuck/
niggas don't fuck less they wanna get shot/
crack heds ull shoot em there domes cost u a 20 peice ROCK/
husstil on my block ya gunna get slane in the rain/
so many white lines niggaz know i couldent be cain/
whe got the pure white the strate shit stright out the fuckin water/
u couldent get this raw whitet shit if u crossed the border/
this shit ain't custom order/
it's a stright supply from a source that you don't know/
and that we won't supply/
my boy's in the hood we just stack the green/
run up in ya moms house for some moms cash owed and a flat screen/


senerio:::: we in the hood my hood my clique's territory and some fuck nigga come in tryin a sell dope in our hood nnigga fuck no

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Yo LIL RENEGADE is makin his way up da ranks.
ya boi is back

if i ruled the world like Nas then i would change it all
takin away all the pain and all the deranged walls
makin it so fresh so clean and crisp like museum halls
no bacteria like hospital floors gettin rid of the evil
cafeterias be feedin people no need for some retrieval
givin it free pay more attention to the ultimate reality
for need i increase some salaries to change mentalities
of life see the strife i'll make it harmonize like fifes
everyone's happy now like i organized it to be rife
doing everything right this process has to be correct
no mistakes i change fates like im the one who protects
my sights consist of no more fights when anger ignites
we put it out like its fire makin it so safe tonite
now flyin fright free so high up in the great blue sky
where all light sees the pinnacle point of people's lives

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i rap in my dreams cant get away from it so it seems
i sit and ponder my needs and i see a scary scene
my life is nothin and im tryin make something light
to make it bright without a fight improvin my might
increase my sight and my sense of awareness
see things no one else sees i have to prepare this
during class i daydream to go into my world of clarity
just to pass the time so i plan to up my salary
one day i kno people will mention me i'll be known
in penitentiaries scared about what flows in my dome
be runnin like they on tracks just retreat and never attack
its all stress from my elementary life i never reacted
but now im releasin it like pollution all up in the air
no one gonna come prepared waitin for me to care
but ima say fuck it all like i was banned from the law
all on my own and thats way im a muthafuckin outlaw
im unquestionable thats why my name is Bonafide
no one wanna ride no one wanna try make u subside
clear it out make u disperse and disappear like ghosts
makin the most of my time and now im the host
everyone comes to me like im the olympic games
it'll never be the same in my brain cuz im insane

if u wont stop then i wont stop keep going on and on
in the early mornin till we hit the break of dawn
seein the sun rise as i write and rap about my demise
its not a surprise that my life is filled full of lies
with confusion and anger hidden in my bedroom walls
they dont kno like im paul wall theres no need to call
i dont need comfort man i'll just do it on my own
if i dont practice then im surely to be all alone
for the rest of life livin in constant strife without mics
to say best words right spittin like Nas with his one mic