Every line of mine-will line ya mind- like land mines-
so when I land mine- and realign- ya spine-
ya mind- won't have time- to rewind -and find a sign-
or trace or design- of the grime- that I spit in my rhymes!
sick in the mind-quick with the lines-
spits' thick- like shit- from the slit- at the tip of ya spine-
liquid with mine- flow so swift it's "da-vine"
Got ya hanging on every last word like it was twine!

Barz is dope, like Bernie Mac mocking his nephew//
While that School Bus Driver rides away screaming F-U//
I'm dope like Jessica asking is Tuna really chicken of the Sea?
Dope like George Young teaching Alicia bout them keys
I'm dope like meaning dumb with the rhyme, I could Rainman a beat
Show you genius simply, like not saying nigger, to act familiar with your peeps!

Playa's wanna beat me its an insane task/
Thinking i'm weak cause 0-0 my stats/
If ma rymes were bullets i'd unload simply vicious attacks/
Leave all yah bitches flat on yo' backs/
I aint got time fo' these jackass pretenders/
Fink they desrve to be in the same cypher as the num1 contender/
Spent alot o time as a young affender/
Stupid clowns layin down they cash n white flags pleadin surrender/
Blast a thousand slugs to penetrate yo' chest/
I can't be shot i come equiped with i bullet proof vest/
Its not ma fault i was born lyrically blessed/

^yung'n pretty dope^

ayo...
check it, a lyricist bent on world domination/
slayin these wack cats and lyrical abomination//
SixX spit the fresh shyt, chea kid, don hate/
wen ya hear him, his lines make u wanna rewind the tape//
he said wat? chea mang, i said, i opened the challenge/
im the one endin up on top, n u jail-bait//
im tha cat who spittin the raw talent/
u the cat spittin my shyt, but late//
Verbal Breakdown, me n tha yung thugs/
Got groupies n shyt, but still stayin wit 1 luv//
Chea im smackin des cowards from they faulse assumtions/
Shootin full clips at u to get ya daily lead consumption//

~1~

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I might be new here... But never mistake time for talent//
Beating me is like seeing Osama in New York... It won't happen//
I'm sicker than anyone you can imagine... When I'm rapping//
Voice thunders in the heavens... But I stay smoother than satin//
Flowing 50 bars with ease... Whenever I breathe//
I've been here the longest... My saliva composed the seven seas//
Glory be unto he... Who belives that he can see me//
The difference between me and others... Is I make this shit look easy///

I burn fags like Europeans smoking cigarettes//
Walk on Mach 3's and Gillettes cause life's worth living on the cutting edge period//
With the pad & pen i'm mysterious like Rey//
You don't have to feel me to be affected like UltraViolet Rays//
Crime pays and the law collects and add interest to the debt//
What's the sense in jumping head first, if your not looking for some depth//

I love Hip Hop

me im the man, the rippa the overal glory acceptance....
top rap moguls cringe in my pressence...
when i roll by people keep they eyes straight
causea bad thoughts in ya direction send you to hells gates
say my name six times in the mirror
the over best everything award nomination gets clearer
thank people of a lower caliber and perfection
im by my self in the #1 section


thats some conceded shit right there for dat ass

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BOSTON LYRICIST

Yo my rhymes are infanate they betta create a whole forum for me/
I be tha hottest on here for definate....no one can touch me surly/
Some of tha cats rhymes are feeble....heard it all before tends to bore me/
My stuff iz endless its boundless....know's no limit/
I got stuff brimming and overloadin ma mind, to many rhymes to submit/
I'll stop you in your tracks yall might as well just quit/
Might be hard fo' yall to admit but exceptional, can't comprehend, juss forfeit/

I'm the Diabolic Intelligent Zany Zealous Lyrics Extrordinaire/
Flow like water, stay submerged, I can flow without no open air/
I know you care, in a minute I can write full songs/
I don't sleep, 'cuz my ideas keep the lightbulbs on/
Y'all know that my spittin' is good, akin' if I'm nice/
Is like asking a park ranger if bears shit in the woods/

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live in the night spit killa rhymez in a fight
call me blade the night crawler my flows real tight
this killa got the ill shit , im bout to win with 1 of my ill spit
niggaz im the real kid , get ready to die im the nigga u dont wanna fuck with
start prayin to get locked up , instead of gettin fucked up
battle me if ya wanna & i'll be sayin ....muthafucker good luck

spit ice cold then flip tha script
fire hits hot when i spit meh shyt
make emcees wuik ta quit
when i blow acid in ther ears so that theyre flesh is quik ta drip

call me a pimp'c cas thaz all i do
ill have u wonderin why ya gurl aint callin you

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Holla At Cha' Boy!!!

Battles That Need Voting: L.G. vs. Rawkilla

Look, For all emcees, I'm death's door
A win off of me is like, Don the Bishop marrying his best whore
Or corner store owners, not calling cops, on kids pushing next to his spot
I'm the answer for ill emcees in the form of therapy by electrical shock
I write poems and rhymes as potent as Pac in his prime
Death Row you could find just walking through the bars in my rhymes

one

i got a dick
you got a clit
but damn shit
it won't fit
so yoo gotta split
...........................lol/...........

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left...2 many herbs

you'll get sonned
I just begun
Making passes for fun
Shows everyone
D-V-8 from this site
i'll battle anyone

lol

no diss DV8 -- just rhymed