yo! this is king shit!
wat u bring bitch?
i brought a tech, gat, glock, held heated ring's n clips...
sing of this in ur folktales and fantasies...
ballads of me... actually it's all true... ain't no fallacy...
don't wanna battle me in freestyle beats...
cause if u dicky dicky... i'll see u in tha streets...
leave u for dead but u still got a anotha breath...
but guess wat?
it's all u got left...
continuism in ur anachrism will be set in prisms...
schizms...listen in if u think it's all that's givin...
livin wit assholes n dicks like i'm a fuckin "any"-"body"...
but a nobody wit a degree can't destroy me wit an "anti"-"body"...
gotti shot me n i just looked at him...
laughed my ass off n now i'm booked to sin...
crooked grins that smile at me to destroy me...
toyin me? to defeat tha one who is annoyin G's...
wit tha greatest quickest sickest syphallis in a wrist slit?
blood clotted slick shit... sick bitches wit thier clit hit?
die all ya'll motha fuckas wit ur bitch n ur unfinished... nothin in it...
WANNABE HITLIST!

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the only time i think is when i drive my car/as i travel down the road i try to hit par/ i remember the things and remember the times/ those are the times when my minds ryhmes are refined/pizza on my seat/ eye on my ticket/ cause when i deliver for joe's yo i always rip it/an unstoppable force quick with perception/a pizza hut driver enters my direction/ quik with the kill im ready to deliver/ but fuck it/ my life sucks/i mise well drive into the river

chillin right here at its after 10 o clock
all i got on is boxers and socks
little bit a go i got back from work
now my feet hurt and its the worst
i wanna go to sleep, lemme tell u somethin
but i gotta keep this wackass cyphers goin to reach 100

Draped in black move with stealth
dropped shit...my bad that was dropz himself!
ur best bets to get in the back of me fast
domes get split with the raps that i clash
cats that i bash
hack and i dash
i'm not wack i'm hot
3 line cuz that's the style i got
but i could go on speaking and typing on a computer screen i don't know for how long maybe until my fingers rot
see here's another long sentence you find so amusingly ill that i'm typing it'll go on forever linger not
i think ur just pissed cuz i step and spit raw
i'll put something to your stomach like pepto bismal

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I'M ILLER THAN YOU
"Im bout to make it famous, so you can take you J-O-B and shove up your anus" -Techn9ne

"I knew god hated me, created me, and threw me on a planet thats afraid of me"-Ill Bill

"Hit bongs bigger than indoor pools
On treez like ewoks screamin "Endor Rules"-Fo'tryll

"Ur only alive till ur dead"-Royce 5'9"

www.soundclick.com/fo'trill

fuck that i cant take this shit/
you aint straight bitch/
you get more balls in your mouth than my baseball mitt/
you probably thought you were good /
till i rubbed your face in it and made yall taste your shit/
shattered ribs , and snapped spines /
yeah im gonna break yall lics/
rob geezy steady reppin it / no testin it/
your sessions irrelevant / repetitive/
crush you like a elephant/...siitting down/
thats not hot/
ive been in restrooms and heards better shitting sounds/
i guess the crowds mercy and pity drowns/......
out the fact that you wack/
but i can see it /
whats sad is..... the fact that you cant/
so ill relieve it/
like tylenol for ya headache/
get there fast in my rymin-all-paramedic/
and when i get there it wont be ok/
cause dog you gon be D. O. A. ..........

This is stupid and dumb, ain't this what Open Mic's for?
I'm all about Cypher, but bad rhymes, we don't need anymore.
Ya just givin kids, a place ta spill their whackness...
And unlike spilt milk, I'm crying over their exactness.
Couldn't tell whack and them apart, standin next to each other...
Next time I wanna hear about shit being dropped, I'll discuss ya birth with ya mother.

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Merkings will occur Monday thru Friday, 8 am thru 5 pm, C.S.T.
For my convenience, not yours!

where's a body rot... afta body's shot? in tha grave...
one foot for each bullet... hold it in ur hands as u pray...
play keep-away wit ur soul... u'll never get it...
forget it... u didn't even understand that so how u a critic?
a freestyle flow is one off tha dome... all i've seen is pre-writtens...
i know this for tha truth... who r u? all u lil kid's still cradle ridden...
i'm done wit tha wannabe Easy-E's and Eminem's...
cause that's all that i see....I don't need to be frettin them...
so shut ur face... every word u say is an additional disgrace...
shot u wit lyrical mace and deleted my presence...leave witout a trace...

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the thought of your smile/ the pain that it brings/ its just one just one of the things/the thought of you brings so many tears to my eyes/ whatever happened those wonderfull times/the times you made me feel so good/the time i wish i only could/ go back to those times/back to 1999/when i loved you so much and you were still mine

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SOFT FOCUS

[The Buddah just sits and smiles]

i represent a new life/painful embrasion on my liver tends to sever my pleasures/ Of hope i elope a dream based on an effort to exceed/In life a forsure let down/carried around like a purse to insure my worth/I eat the dirt blood stained shirts carraige on happiness to useless earth/

So i remain proud and vain/Consume and the rest i assume/to be better hearts cold I need a sheltered home/


hahah finished

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SOFT FOCUS crew record (3-0) Wits end ~ DOI ~ Central....now who's next?
sacred scriptures record (5-0)

i've gotta say to forget a sheltered home...
got a sheltered life n a sheltered dome... {{points to forehead}}
expansion of tha molecules u find in minds...
everlastin to borrow u tha time of mine...
but that can't happen...like KKK boy's rappin...
or like me goin back to jail for offin tha captain...
i'm slappin tha peeps known as tha j-d's...
i don't need a disease...stay tha hell away from me...
and as soon as my wrist slit... i will be alive...
but u obviously wouldn't know that...
i will survive...

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down when I cry/ the bottle of jack/ drink till I die/ and thats a fact/ its more just no motivation than anything else/ fuck it im living now who needs good health/ I mise well just export my stomach to a pool of pain/ cause i know that im living life in a world of vain/ i just write to pass the time/ and sometimes I make up a good ryhme/ but until the end/this bottle is and will always be my friend

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SOFT FOCUS

[The Buddah just sits and smiles]

WHEN I DROP A FREESTY6LE I DROP REAL TIGHT SHIT/
THE LINES TAKE U AWAY FROM LIFE LIKE A HEROIN HIT/
BUT PLEASE BOYS AND GIRLS LEAVE THAT SHIT ALONE/
SICK OF SEEIN YOUTHS WALKIN ROUND LIKE CLONES/
I'M TRYIN TO SEND MY MESSAGE TO ALL U EMCEE'S/
I AINT PRECHIN OR SAYIN WOT THE WORLD NEEDS/
IM JUST RAPPIN AND SAYIN WE ALL NEED TO CHILL/
WHY DO TEENAGERS SEE THE NEED TO KILL/
IM TIRED TO DEATH OF SEEIN MORE DEATHS ON T.V./
WHY CANT WE JUST GET ALONG OR LET EACHOTHER BE/
INSTEAD OF GETTIN ALL BEEFED UP AND TURNIN VIOLENT/
COME ON RAP BATTLES FOR BEEF - THATS THE ROUTE I WENT/
I JUST SPERT THIS SHIT TO GET ISSUES OF MY CHEST/
BUT IM STILL SICK OF HAVING TO WEAR A BULLET PROOF VEST/
ITS LIKE A FUCKIN JUNGLE OUT THERE WHERE EVER I GO/
I SEE FUCKIN DRUNKS WITH A LITRE OF VODKA OR MO'/
I AINT GONNA GO THAT WAY I GOTTA STAY ASTRAY/
BUT TO DIVERT FROM THE MAINSTREAM - WHAT CAN I SAY/
WELL- LIKE 2PAC ITS JUST ME AGAINST THE WORLD/
BUT UNLIKE BIGGIE MO' MONEY MO' PROBLEMS IS FUCKIN OBSERD/
I'VE GOTTA DO WHAT I CAN TO MAKE MY DOLLARS/
BUT I GOTTA DO IT WITHOUT HURTIN ANY FELLAS/
I GOTTA DO IT LEGIT EXPAND MY KNOWLEDGE ON MY OWN/
NAS HAS SAIN "READ MORE LEAR MORE CHANGE THE GLOBE"/

aiiight...aiight

it's the cannibal thats understandable when it comes to gats
cause wearin a seatbelt the only time you got straps
Im like pac, rap and casanova, fuck this class-is-ova!
passin-over at the pass-over sitting beside jesus
Im a wide thesis of different varieties of new skills
leave yo u in a fucking lake intell your face is blue-still
blue pills, fuck the red..I ain't that one in the matrix
I stay, pray and lay-chicks, the renegade of spray-trix
potray flicks of godfathers, were a genocide of a race
got a fucking razor-blade to al pachino your face
cannabarz will bring a hammer, even if it's not a cricket
so lemme just stop, and rip-it noo..ya'll not like simmons
an no not russel, more like richard, fuckin fruity queers
Im fucking renegade, say hello to my little friend
embody bodies in-2 refridgerators, theirs no potential
all they'll hear is the scream, playin the beat of an instrumental!

i look in the mirror and stare at my reflexion/
and try to think why people judge my abilities based on my complexion/ they confusing/
and diluting making me lose my direction/
plus my cool and everything thats indestined/
and i only wanted a chance/
but half these rec. exect's wont even bother to glance/
i should quit sending demos / why even bother to stamp/