the 16 bars thread

[shineone]

yo,

i'm an indian dude from germany... anyone feel free to write 16 bars... only conditions : shit gotta be ill, shit gotta be 16 bars (no more, no less), shit gotta be improvised (written on the spot, not pre-meditated). aight ? let's go :

yeah, shineone is back, like cooked crack, with hoodrats /
marchin' into the 2 K 7, straight forward, neva look back /
like mobb deep, i shook that, betta watch your footsteps /
my city is my dwelling place, police station is a crooktrap /
with lyrics, i paint my hood black, blacker than your worst fear /
get outta my fuckin' way, because the nigga shine was first here /
ain't no fuckin' rookie no more, y' all think this is my first year ? /
i'll slit your fuckin' throat, about to quench your thirst (yeah !) /
with 14, i had my first beer, with 16, i smoked my first blunt /
had my first gig on a parking lot, bitch, that was my first stunt /
i love smokin' the haze, but i despise heroin, so now i hurt junks /
what i also love is community, so i support the local church fund /
i could never hurt monks, because peace is like my first choice /
g - unit act like gangsters, but @ home, they're like church boys /
got weapons at their waist, but hit 'em hard, they cry like hurt boys /
about dipset ? cam was nice first, but now, y' all release dirt, boys... /

[ALIANZ]

I'm here spittin 16 bars, no need for me to spit hard/
I'm the future nigga, so now, you can think of me as a flying car/
Live and direct, from the big city of dreams, home of the biggest stars/
Reminisce on the days when NY was united, that memory so fond/
But I look back and contemplate on the present day, here the term MC is gone/
Niggas is bullshit, the term 'Keepin' it real' is dead and now chillin with' God/
'Movements' have people throwin up gang signs like its all good, but the only movement I know was from the Wu, who told these punks that they could/
Change the game and leave such an impact, its too bad the rest of that crew aint BAAAALIN, ya should tell them to sit back/
Relax watch from the sidelines, see your comrads fall, lay on a hospital bed flatlined/
Sip wine and in time, the game will be mine, music with a message, crunk and bullshit headin on the deciline/
Meanwhile for now I'll wait for the right time, until my name gets called, once I'm up, trust me homie your fanbase will dissolve/
Like water thats left out, ya fans vaporize, name becomes local, Check the profile I thought I told I shit all over a niggas Vokal's /(Vocals/Nelly's Clothing Line)
Because Karl asked Kan-I ROC with you over there? Na you were too known, back then before we got to where we are here/
Get NY united, not like dudes that got yellow diamonds in they're ears, they wont ever reach me, they shouldve known my defense crazy like I'm defended by 85 bears/
Bring it back, thats the movement, started the day I was born, Hip-Hop always on my mind, I live it from dusk til dawn/
Back in our hands, no longer looked as a money makin pawn, power to the people, sing along with the song.../

[EaZie324]

how im livin on this edge got a mafucka open//
dump-slugs in-thugs and leave mafuckas chokin//
dafuck think he jokin? im tuff enuff to mash ya//
macks rip ya face bullets fuckin up ya gramma(r)//
i should trash ya insted i aim til the cap pops//
til the cops there and you chalked out on the black top//
this my spot...so dont be tryin alldat lucky shit//
and if you push that you gettin found in my trunk-n-shit//
im fuckin sick, show me any man that got rhymes//
and id show em how to get his head crack wit glock 9's//
im on the block fine,glistenin i got shine//
you got dimes? GIVE EM UP! cuz yo blocks mine//
and i grindz,so imma make the profeit//
niggaz needa stop postin here cuz money is the topic//
now tell me i aint rock this...im real let me boast//
this nigga EaZie killed the board a ill second post//

[ALIANZ]

Thats that piff, shit is startin off right

Come on, where everybody else at?

[tri~state]

i spit sicker-than-SARS, gettin u drink if u try hittin-my-bars/
and im known to excell in the clutch, like a stick shift-in-a-car/
when my dick is hard, i cant help but start rippin-ya-broad/
and the way i spit, make u play the 2 guard like Scottie Pippen-because/
im the first-selection, u wish u were this good, like ur first-impression/
to a chick u like, instead u gay, catholic school, ur the first-for-blessings/
and for my beliefs... i stand taller than ur first-erection/
most dudes rhyme like muslims... the way they alwayz rehearse-they-lessons/
i come off-top, no matta the situation u'll never find a soft-spot/
on tri~state, i stay spittin harder than a horse-cock/
or longer for that matter.... i freestyle-for-dayz/
i wont work for money, but i'll freestyle-for-haze/
i take puffs from the L-and-im-twisted/
thinkin bout my man Kaz, he stuck up in a cell-and-i-miss-em/
wish he was back home instead of falling-victim/
to the traps society plants fa the underacheiving niggas u call-the-System/

[EaZie324]

HOLUP AND JUS CHILL, eAzIE GOT EM AGAIN//
IN THE HOOD THEY LIKE "ILL EAZIE SHOT EM AGAIN"//
AND IF IM GET THE GAME PUSSY IMMA COP IT TO WIN//
SO NIGGAS NEVER HEARD eAz GETTIN STOPPED IN THE END//
LOOK...IM RYT HERE NIGGAS THREW ME OUT BEFORE//
BUT CAME BACK FOR MORE TO PROVE IM WORTHY OF THE BOARD//
THEN A NIGGA SCORED,NOW THEY KNO HOW IM TORCHIN CATS//
SEEN MY SEVEN RINGS NIGGAZ TRIED BRINGIN JORDAN BACK//
BUT WHATS IMPORTANT BLACK?... LIFE OR YA ONES//
A TRIFE NIGGA LIVIN IN THIS LIFE I WAS YOUNG//
BUT NOW A NIGGA GROWN AND IM BOUTA HAVE A SON//
PICTURE ME NOT HUSTLIN TO GET THAT LUMP SUM//
SO PEEP,I AINT CHOOSE BUT WAS DEALT THAT HAND//
SO IF IM GON "CUT AN ACE" "I GOTTA SPADE THAT MAN"//
AND NOW IM TRUMP TIGHT SO I ATE THAT HAND//
GODDAMN THE LORDS FORCE COULDNT BREAK THAT MAN//

eAzIE OFF the top niggas

[tri~state]

u can call me PSE&G, i come eqipped-wit-the-heat/
and th ones that aint quicker-to-think, are always quicker-to-reach/
for that thing on they belt, bullets splittin-ya-teeth/
and its alwayz the bird ass niggas who get hit-in-the-beak/
they say involuntary manslaughter, i say its the right-target/
i think he spit ok, but u call him a nice-artist/
i spit what i live, niggas spit-what-they-read/
show u the blade when i greet u, so u get-what-u-see/
im an emcee not a rapper, im real-not-an-actor/
fire out ya ass iz the only thing u feel-when-i-smack-ya/
ima good dued in my heart, i only want-the-best/
but its alotta dumb asses in the game succeeding off-of-stress/
if u truly a thug nigga, then take-off-ya-vest/
but u wont, cuz u know how hollow tips rake-off-the-flesh/
16 bar serial killa, ima gun-for-hire/
and if i really wanna get u heated i'll put ya son-in-the-dryer/

alwayz off top

[EaZie324]

spit sickenin, all his verses offa the top//
you couldnt rock,cuz u givin names all to the cops//
its not a game,the fuckin serial is off of the glock//
i put in work while u lil niggas off of the clock//
so look...wanna battle niggas put ya posts here//
i grip-the-toast spitin-close til ya fuckin throats tear//
and im the most feared ever since the smoke cleared//
these niggas wasnt hard they was jus sum pro queers//
and oh yea if you wanna-go-there,show where//
i meet you at the designated place blowin dro there//
dont understand why i gotta keep talkin to niggas//
so the next time i speak im gon off me a nigga//
a single stray shell too much to offer you niggas//
id beat that ass til the ya blood coughin up nigga//
who is you talkin to nigga?see i been here on the block so//
you niggas keep walkin and keep ya mafuckin mouths closed//

till of the top niggas always off the top still niggas

[EaZie324]

goddamn ,lemme find out i shut the board down

[tri~state]

haha nice shit..my turn again.

im in the brick-city where niggas ship-bricks-quickly/
stick up kids-swiftly, throw shots if u pricks-diss-me/
shootin the breeze but u missed-me, im just-like-Neo/
dogin bullets like the matrix, my heart hace-frio/
thats a lil spanish-for-ya, i swing like a hammok-on-ya/
but still spit shit wit more flava then a pan-of-Goya/
and since hip hop is dead, ima murder-the-page/
the microphone is like a gun, and i murder-the-stage/
i fuck wit jail niggas who got locked cuz they murdered-in-rage/
and ya bitch will get hit, str8 murdered-when-layed/
put the dick in em deep they be screamin-for-help/
after i hit i dip qick b4 the semen-is-dealt/
i spit smooth, but i like rockin to hard-beats/
and stop frontin, cuz the last time u was strapped, was when u was in a car-seat/
niggas shoot large heat, at ya head if-u-snitchin/
and sheisty fiends alwayz look for a base hit if-u-pitchin/

[EaZie324]

i tell these lames iaint givin-up, that mean the fifth-is-tucked//
i swear to god on my life imma lift em up//
if i dont rip-em-up,id grip-em-up closer//
put it to his head then split em up for the voltures//
rout bitch i told ya,you fuckin wit the beast//
only hunt the big game cuz mafuckaz tryna feast//
im gonna "click bang" if mafuckaz tryna reach//
tell a nigga close ya eyes,slump-a-fucka while he sleep//
and yall jus wanna eat...but yall aint want the beef//
every nigga wanna spit,but aint nobody got the heat//
watch im still here yall aint stoppin me nigga//
you wanna war then i bring it to ya broperty nigga//
this aint no mockery nigga,this a blue steele tru deal//
showin new skillz everytime im hit the booth still//
so do chill if you thinkin that tuff black//
id show you niggas right where u stand is where you slumped at//

and still killin shit wit that corny ass verse ha!

[The apocalypse]

nice, damn my connection went off am at a cafe..(lol broke @ss) am get back and drop later.

Peace fam

[tri~state]

ima manz man, walk up to ya face and say fuck-u/
plus i'll proly rip u, and the dude u look up-to/
Homer Simpson wit the rhymes, spit a bar and then duff-u/
and if u ruff around the edges, i'll wax, shine, and buff-u/
im tryna get a couple dimes off this shit like a coin-rapper/
u a toy-rapper, u'll get ripped quick like a toy-wrapper/
on christ-mas wit the sick-shit i deploy-at-ya/
similar to a bad movie producer the way i destroy-actors/
u spit wit no flow, so i'll dump u in the ocean, yup, make this nigga-nautical/
i'll spit-non-recordable text, ya style is so-adorable/
mine is vicous, shittin on u like a toilet that's portable/
pay attention if its affordable, if not, then take a seat/
cuz im like a turkey baster the way i spit n smother the beef/
i let my right hand smother-ya-cheek/
im way above-what-u-speak/
so goin at me is requesting to be covered-in-sheets/

[EaZie324]

yo tristate......i think that all of us agree the we the only niggas thas rippin this shit ryt.....no disrespect or nuthin but i think the niiggas here wanta see a battle so whas da deal friendly fire tho but that aint sayin the shit aint gotta burn nigga but let me kno whas good wit that


IF U ON POINT,THAT ONLY MEAN THE INFA-RED SPOT CHA//
KICK-HIS-ASS WIT TIMBERLANDS, DROP THEN I STOMP YA//
BOSS IMMA MONSTA,BETTA YET A MOBBSTA//
I GET IT ON, THEN WHEN ITS ON I BREAK EM OFF PROPA//
SCRAPE EM WIT THE CHOPPA,BUT I AINT ON A MOTOR-BIKE//
JUST THE PIPE HEA, LIKE YEA IMMA THROW DEM RIGHT//
BUT YO ITS LIKE LIL NIGGAS WANNA STAND TALL//
POSTED ON THE WHIP TIL THEM NIGGAS GETTIN WAXED OFF//
I RAP HARD.... OUT OF PHILLY WHEN I REP MINE//
...AND TECH 9'S JUST PERFECT WHEN I WRECK SPINES//
LOL I JUS GRIND,JUS SPIT WHAS ON MY MIND//
YOU CAN GIT IT HOW YOU LIVE IT NIGGA I BE IN MY PRIME//
AND NOPE I NEVER LIE ,IM JUS SITTIN HERE SPITTIN CRACK//
THE REALNESS GOT YOU STUCK SO YOU NEVA GON FORGET THE FACTS//
SO GIVE IT BACK IF TRYNA TAKE WHAS JUS MINE//
I JUS SHINE FROM THE MORNIN TIL ITS CRUNCH TIME//

YEA...ITS LIKE THAT

[EaZie324]

shuttin shit down once again......

[tri~state]

ayt yea we can get it on no prob

[ALIANZ]

damn that shit wouldnt let me post last night, fuckin bullshit ass verizon, just got home from work, here's a story for ya niggas

The 16 bars thread is here for song writers, bring up a good concept and youre name will be up for debate when we wanna know which nigga rhyme nicer/
Theres no issue that cant be handled by my cruise missiles, so i can sit back relax, drink some of that folgers crystals with Kris Kringle/
Right in time for the holidays, its about time to hand out gifts, so for you, heres a Rap for Dummies book so you can learn how to spit/
Stay warm, get a Eggnog latte, spit hot shit for those who understand what I parle/
Walking past nativity scenes, I realize, families united, so I send them a season greetings/
With a black box filled with explosives, ring the door bell, watch from a distance and kill all the witnesses so they dont know who had caused this/
Bad santa carry hammers like ace hardware, timberlands on my feet, rollin in a whip, not riding with reindeers/
Black mask coverin my face to avoid photographs, dont need to be seen, stay stealthy because I can easily be noticed by my white beard and mustache/
Not coming down chimineys this year, now im kickin down doors, jumpin through windows, robbin niggas naked, this my galore/
I make this my haven, all in one night I bring fear/ December 25th, mark ya calendars so ya can be ready for me next year/
But until then, I'm leaving with everythin, from TV's to rolex watches, make it out alive, thats how I know my goal was accomplished/
No cameras around me, although outside its too dark to see, snowin hard out there, let me grab this pair of ski's/
Strapped up right, jumped out the window and made a few turns, reached my destination and then sirens were heard/
Took off the ski's, jump in the car and turn on the ignition, grabbed all the goods, threw them inside ontop of the television/
They headed down the avenue, lucky for me they didnt see me so I sped off quick, dont take christmas forgranted, yours truly, that nigga they call saint nick.../

[tri~state]

yo u must not know how to count bars^^them shits is long as fuck, im feelin it tho but still, go by ya own rules my nig.

[vexed less]

damn man...al these niggas know is how to talk bout guns, aint none of yall be fuckin wid no guns.
change the subject up; shit borin as fuck man.

[tri~state]

Who U Talkin About? Say Names. And If U Dont Know A Nigga Then How Can U Say A Dude Aint Doin What He Say He Doin? Riddle Me That?

[vexed less]

talkin bout both ya'll man...
U n Eazie..... every line of every verse got gun talk.
anyway Tri if u gotta a gun n dont use it, it aint count.
if u do use it u wouldnt b on ur comp typin lyrics everyday now would u??.....
simple.

[tri~state]

What U Mean Simple..i've Been On Here Rhyming This Weekend..4 Days The Most.

And I Want U To Go Back And Read My Verses Cuz Its Obvious U Didnt Read It.

I Want U To Go And Pick Out Where I Had Guntalk "in Every LINE Of Every Verse"...go Ahead I'll Wait For Ya.

Read And Comprehend My Verse B4 U Start Talkin Stupid.

[tri~state]

Oh Yea And How Would U Know If Im Usin My Joint Whether Or Not Id Be On The Comp..hahah U Act Like Only Punk Pussy Ass Dudes Own Computers..get Real Man

[tri~state]

Im Still Waiting Dog.........prove Ya Point. Im Here To Listen Or Read For That Matter

[vexed less]

my bad....
2 out ur 4 rhymes had u talkin bout bustin heat.....my bad

but foreal i dont think it needa be mentioned...
why aint niggas try sumin creative, instead of layin down average verses n pre-thought lines.
why u's aint lay down sumin impressive???

[vexed less]

i mean...there's no topic, no rules... n aint one ryhme on the las 3 pages been impressive.
fuck punchlines nigga...thats all u cats be usin...

[EaZie324]

yo tri state ....how dafuck dis nigga gon sit here and talk bout "yea yea yall niggas only talkin bout burners an shit...aint none of yall got no heat!"how dafuck he kno what niggas is holdin...apparently we kno wha hes holdin....bull shit cuz he the only nigga in the post who aint spittin let alone talkin bout gunplay...my advice to you my dude is to spit sumthin or get the fuck out the 16 bars post. and then we just commin off the top...no 1 said shit about tracks mafucka the tracks is where the real shit kick in ...but if you was a real nigga you woulda knwn that by now.......funny how this fuck ass nigga only pointed out the bad....wich was still good any goddamn way...ill be back to post my shit later shut this nigga ryt the fuck up

[tri~state]

but foreal i dont think it needa be mentioned...
why aint niggas try sumin creative, instead of layin down average verses n pre-thought lines.
why u's aint lay down sumin impressive???

FIRST OFF WHATEVA I TALK ABOUT IS WHATS IN MY HEAD AT THE TIME, I COULD BE TALKIN BOUT WHAT IVE DONE, WHAT GOES ON IN MY HOOD, WHAT BITCH I FUCKED, ETC.....THESE ARE OFF THE HEAD FREESTYLES TYPED DOWN IN 10 MINS OR LESS. SO I APOLOGIZE IF IM NOT SUPER INTRICATE WIT MY RHYMES..THIS IS TEXT SHIT..I GETS BUSY ON THE MIC. I'LL BE DROPPIN MORE SHIT.
PUNCHLINES FOR ME IS THE EASIEST THING TO COME UP WITH IN A 16 BAR 8-10 MINUTE DROP. AND TO EAZIE..I AGREE WITH U, THIS DUDE NEED TO START CONTRIBUTING INSTEAD OF SAYING OUR SHIT IS WACK.

YO VEXED, HIT US WITH AN "IMPRESSIVE" 16 BAR VERSE IN 8 MINUTES DOG.

SCHOOL US ON WHAT WE AINT DOIN RIGHT.

AND AS FAR AS SPITTIN PRE-THOUGHT OUT PUNCHES, HAHA, THIS SHIT IS EZ MAN, 8-10 MINUTES EVERY VERSE, SOMETIMES LESS.

MATTA FACT...IM BOUT TO SPIT SUMTHIN NOW

[tri~state]

Another 16 Bars Back To Attack Ya Ear-drums/
Actually Ya Eyes, Whether Text Or On The Mic I Fear-none/
Niggas Shootin Off At The Mouth, Only Totin A Queer-gun/
Got Niggas Gettin More Defensive Than Gerrick Mcphearson/
I Sell Crack, Spit Raps, Black 9, I Owns-that/
Thats For U Slackin Wack Niggas Who Talk Without Knowin-facts/
No Rehearsin At All, This Is All-off-the-head/
Most Niggas Be Trickin Hard On A Broad, All-off-the-head/
At Least Fuck Her First B4 U Buy That Bitch-a-purse/
And I Dont Even Condone That, But Atleast Its Not-as-worse/
As Throwin Cash At A Bitch That Deep Throats-u-off/
U A Sucker, Givin The Chick Ya Bank Code-and-all/
For What? Just A Nut? Is That The Best Dome U Really-had?/
Cuz Bitches Is Like Frogs, After U She Hoppin On The Next Lily-pad/
So Keep In Mind That Woman Are Slicker Than Oil To Be Honest/
U'll Wake Up In The Middle Of The Night And Find That Sheisty Bitch In Ya Wallet/

Hope Its Impressive Enuff For Ya
I Wrote That Shit Extra Quick For ya

[ALIANZ]

<--- Mr. Creative

Fuck what u say

Fuck what u heard

[tri~state]

<--- Mr. Creative

Fuck what u say

Fuck what u heard

whats that about??

[ALIANZ]

In case any say I talk about the same shit all the time

[shineone]

again, i got sixteen, freakin' hoes lick my dick clean /
i feel king with a guitar strapped to my ribs, call me springsteen /
go and shake that thing, teen, like timberlake taught you /
you had r. kelly piss in your mouth ? now they caught you /
your inner demons fought ya, apparently they must've told you /
to sell the story exclusive to rolling stone, now no one holds you /
console you in her or his arms, r. kelly served you piss (warm) /
admitting the story to your parents, you feel kinda dis - armed /
your face is running with jizz (warm), you feel kinda disgusted /
when that rn'b pervert approached you, you didn't mistrust him /
so he tied you with chrome handcuffs to his heating system /
ripped you apart, you were a virgin ? hell, a bleeeding system /
he had quit a need in his gym, hoes, vaginas and sweet teens /
his victims without pubic hair, grinnin cute as they bleed jeans /
after sex, he'd heat peas, rice, meat sauce and soya beans /
teens he raped were left alone with bills and paranoia dreams /

[vexed less]

laughin at u sensitive ass niggas....
u's was the ones sayin aint no-one but u's two spittin....
"...niggas must be wantin to see us battle..."
aint no niggas even take the time to read ur shit.
aint no topic, aint no reason.

i gave both yall props for ur tracks....but man aint no-one comment on ur rhymes coz it all be the same.
quit bitchin, take the criticism, n proceed wid ur shit.....see how long this thread lasts with just the few of u niggas....
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[ALIANZ]

Vexed and I are like the battle gods we always goin at eachother lol

[vexed less]

^^Sus u be cool son....n battle gods we be, lol

Eazie be buggin bout sum constructive criticism... aint meant to be personal but choose to take it how u wantin.
I mean i propped both u n Tri-state for ur tracks; gave u positives, now i giv u sum negatives bout ur 16's n u wanna act like u aint grown....
nigga take that shit n move on...
wanna be hearin me spit???
set a topic, a subject, then ill hit yall.
peace

[T-rade]

I don't need cheesecake, i sent niggas for bread
I simple, but flippin like this board with hip hop is dead
I don't move weight. Get it straight
But i got a ton of skills so call me Skillaton
Only a looser shoot to kill, so don't say the killer-won
I'm winning, laying in bed sleeping, so call me chiller-son
I'm the youngest rapper here, but still you don't dare testin-me
I laugh at ya, cuz yall gettin less sex-then-me
I can destroy your ass even if i sleep-and-stutter
You ain't in the game yet, but you're two hands deep-in-butter
Girls hand are all on me like a moistouricer
You claim to be smart, but my choice-are-wiser
Im on her mind when your bitch-dream
I am THAT better than you, and im only sixteen
When i press post, it's gonna be a nice page
None of yall hot, like the ground in an ice age

[Cesar Chavez]

I got 16 bars to provide 16 scars//
its my sixteen chapel, the best seen art//
don't wait till I start, till my gun enlight the dark//
and stop the bark, I go hard like nascar//
did alot of dirt I kinda regret//
my mother gave me birth and I gave her death//
so thats why my head is a lil sicker//
I give as much bout your life as jews meant to Hitler//
rule no.1 is never stand in front of my trigger//
there is know number 2 cause what you gonna do?
when the bullets blew it made your body see-through//
like Casper, but yours will be your final destination//
I rhyme amazing, portraiting a perfect creation//
but I ain;t Van Gogh, I don't give you my ear//
I give you my words so you can tell the story of fear//
and remember, no gasmask will make you pass that.

[tri~state]

^^Sus u be cool son....n battle gods we be, lol

Eazie be buggin bout sum constructive criticism... aint meant to be personal but choose to take it how u wantin.
I mean i propped both u n Tri-state for ur tracks; gave u positives, now i giv u sum negatives bout ur 16's n u wanna act like u aint grown....
nigga take that shit n move on...
wanna be hearin me spit???
set a topic, a subject, then ill hit yall.
peace

dog it aint about criticism..its about u comin in this thread throwin dirt on what we bringing when u aint spittin shit. like eazie said, if u aint spittin nuthin then get the fuck out the thread. unless it rhymes niggas aint beat for hearing ya comments. u the only dude to come in here, not spit shit, but then have sumthin to say about other peoples shit, fuck outta here. talkin bout "gimme a topic"...just spit, freestyle...u know, like a cypha? spit whats eva on ya mind dog. thats what every one else doin.

[vexed less]

a nigga aint needa earn no stripes to be entitled to post a comment here kid.
if i came out sayin 'Damn thoses 16's be hot as hell' aint none of yall be bitchin.
a comments a comment...good or bad..
n either way im gona say it; so yall can take it.
...Any cat can see yall can rhyme....reason u's be in here..
but rules have to be set; limits have to be layed.
.... that way there basis for comparison...
only rel way to learn...progression nigga...thats wat it be.

i already told yall this thread is pointless without a purpose, aint no topic - aint no purpose.
if yall cant see that yall dead as this thread will be in a week.
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[T-rade]

I need some one to put my drama-on
Target: Bre the chese, he's some parmesan
Therefore he litteraly must be from Italy
Wearing thongs being a fag on some bitchery
Singin songs, seing a mac, gonna-shit-his-pants
Pulling his dick out like; He's gonna-hit-his-man
His pick up lines be: Hit-yo,-sex-you-all,-bang-ya
Like that dude on the sony board, he's a metrosexual-gangster
That sig is a sign of him dreaming of miming
When he shuts the fuck up is his nicest rhyming
My flow is superior, so he's dreaming about my timing
Im king and my throne is at mount everst, nigga start climbing
Got skills on stock, niggas be investin-all-wild
Round celebs but can't blow like Michelle from Destiny's Child
Why am i dissing a guy, who don't dare to enter
I got Nuggets like Mckey d's and Denver

[T-rade]

It should say:
He round celebs but can't blow like Michelle from Destiny's Child

[ALIANZ]

Ayo

When I heard Paid in Full I thought I was buggin because of the Chronic/
Reasonable doubt was all written out but let stick to the topic/
Illmatic was like heaven for listeners with a 10 track set/
Wu-Tang had me wanting to know more about the 36 chambers of death/
Ready to die had me stuck in surprise/
But Pac stole the show because he wanted us to focus on him with our eyes/
Doggystyle had me sayin to bitches ooo baby I like it raw that I would praise/
While it was dark and hot as hell during a summer heatwave/
So I hit up 139 and lenno>< and chilled with the poor and dangerous clique/
Listened to some ironman and only built for cuban lin>< mi></
Niggas was goin wild all over the tristate/
DJ's droppin bombs on the radio and niggas distributin purple tapes/
I felt that my Triumph would last Forever/
So I called up my mans and said good luck with your future endeavors/
Because I felt that life after death would be ne><t for me/
Without any ressurection based upon a 7 day theory...


Point out the classic albums...

EASY!

[vexed less]

^^ see this niggas rhyme has a reason.
Sus u straight up killed it...
creative,.... lyrical,.... punchlines n all....
thats how u kick shit on ur 16's niggas.
...havin niggas rel impressed.
peace

[onema]

good shit eazie t rade, suspect, and tri

here i go

revolutionary management, put down the tools and cannabis/

take off ya jewels and lets handle this/

they say we need leaders, c'mon then be one/

we love breathing, so sacrifice your life for freedom/

it gets harder son, step towards martyrdom/

so ur son can see what his father's done/

and his son can be what his father was/

just like the trees and the leaves when autumn come/

change is here, like Sam Cooke predicted it/

we're the driving force, let's stand look and shift this shit/

i got the greatest behind me/

King and Shabazz, JFK, Che G and Ghandi/

and you ride for the cause too/

they talking bout world war three, im talking bout civil war two/

and not Dems vs. Reps cause Dems dont rep us, Dems rep them/

Politicians they got their own agandas/

[T-rade]

Liked the start onema

[illmental]

my mic check is like a threat/
festering inside ur skull piece/
laced with '60's hippie quotes screaming no justice no peace/
till police patroles cease and no longer young blacks get popped/
I'm spouting fuck hip hop till the casket drop/
converted from rap to rock/
cuz that trash went pop/
now the wack on top/
what happened to what Nas and Pac stood for?/
that good war it's a thin line between culture and commerce/
cross it and u the neighborhood whore/
too much cash and ass mixed with hash and crack/
and now that's what raps reduced to/
just add a couple of adlibs and you blew/(YEEEEAAAAHHH)
who knew fans were so fickle for these lame dames and gangsters/
not a thing is changing niggas will diss anybody to blow and get famous/
hip hop died of an overdose of finger on the trigger without a thing in the chamber/
that's why the genre is deader than Bo Jangles

[EaZie324]

im the bass line n snares when it comes to this rap-shit//
im done wit ya-actin...mafuckaz is backwards//
..we spit about the gunz, how you done when its packed-in//
and still they never see the pain ,struggle and passion//
cashin off the ill-shit ..,im laffin yall still-pissed//
cuz now-a-days even lames askin for real-shit//
and just so you know,im the truest and newest//
fuck what u think , i show lil niggas how to do-this//
....illest kid u eva hurd...still im here until im dead//
spit it out just how i lived .... realest shit i eva said//
tell the "critic" wat i did,wit middle fingas to his his face//
all them hatas betta dead...put a lurker in his place//
spittin murda in a thread, my aims is for the game//
...i didt it myways so fuck ya i neva change//
... but its just a game,and where im from,this all we be//
so how you not gon spit it if thats all we see//

and this shits trash still kilt it...talk about reason for rhymes

[vexed less]

laughin at niggas who who sentimental bout they rhymes....

soft niggas sittin cross fingered,/
wishin; whisperin prayers that I aint cross wid ya’s/
…distortin bitchas,/
no names i mention; guess which one you kids I target,
niggas is too proud, ur pride get u departed,
……
this nigga be talking; workin hard,….i aint impressed though,
u hurtin still, verses reveal you stale wid this shit yo,
…….dont forget ya place man, proove ya patience,/
wait before try steppin wid my game, lames.....i slay ya's,/
dyin paperless,/
stay broke; wack mixtape niggas aint get no payments/……..fake niggas man

[EaZie324]

thats trash bitch.....ill break that hommie....and oh yea ....frm real nigga to lil nigga next time u call yaself throwin subliminals,say my name.....yea say my name like a man hommie and we can get shit poppin fuck this 16 thread ill finish my biz here doin my 16s....cuz i got sumthin real special lined up for my new favorite board member...and its what the bigger more realer niggas call the "official battle thread"you think about that.and no my dude i aint talkin bout no keystyles nigga lol fuck outta here wit that 3rd grade bullshit this jus practice...so yea we gon throw up sum audio battles and let the board decide who got trashed....shit aint gotta be a diss at all shit can jus go track for track see whos shits the best,now wit no further ado...i bring you the legend that is ...EaZie lol j/k imma boss bitch, get it right.
im bouta got play wit my daughter new shit nigga ill holla lata wit that verse

[T-rade]

Wow. Beef Brewing?

[Bre]

Eyo man never saw this thread.

Let me kick some wack ass shit straight out of the dome for ya'll.

Back like Ghost, ready to attack my foes
Desing notes full insultments and throw em at my ho's
The kid grows bigger so he can stash more liqour
So he can ignore bitches that don't mean Jack like that whore ripper
A bigger nose so he be sniffing more K
Bigger ears so he can listen more Bre
Its all me from real life perspectives to the bitches I knock out with my necklace
And its still me when it comes to not paying my taxes
I got the dough for it, but I don't wanna spend it
My relation with life is a bitch, but I don't wanna end it
Still I love her like girls love getting postcards on Valentine
And how boy's dream of fucking that dime
So hard, she's suffering so much she'll never recover from that postcard
I wanna go back to that childplay, but its alway's forward
So fuck pocket money, Now I rather go the ATM*
And spend some money on the drinks for my future lady friend

*That's what you call the machine at the bank where you get your money from right?

[T-rade]

Yes, it's called an ATM

[Bre]

Okay lol wasn't 100% sure of it.

My English vocabulary ain't as good as it should be.

[illmental]

I'm Frank Sinatra in this gangsta opera/
went from hot to popular/
if I ever get shot and die in hospitals/
I'ma appear in hell drinking marshmellow snops with Mr. Rogers/
getting erotic massages from spaced out hookers like Buck Rogers feeling like fuck all this/
BAAAAALLLLLLLIN with 2 dollars in my pocket/
half alcoholic nautious walking talking, mumbling stumbling/
feeling numbness when everything around me crumbling/
staring at this 17 year old bitch with Chester- my drunk uncle's friend/
wondering where my conscience went/
drowned it with liquid confidence slipping out of conciousness/
woke up coked up in a bloody bed next a dead prositiute/
with alot of loot, gun in mouth I try to shoot I hear a click/
police at the door I let em in/
and I don't have to tell u how the fucking story ends/ Happy Kwanzzaa bitches

[ALIANZ]

My words are eye opening, just like reality/
To understand them you need to understand this world, and its insanity/
Attack those who always spit the same and being nice is what they claim/
No sense of style, where's the creativity cuz your rhyme scene is plain/
A real MC in session, stay tuned with what you heard/
Your wordplay grabs no attention, so you just wasting words/
Aint nobody gonna verbally attack nobody, so niggas need to dead that thought/
But incase niggas get outta line, please believe I'll clog up that heart/
Back to the regular 16 that I feel is so simple/
Your rhymes is like biggie's song, they just unbelievable/
But fuck it, I'll destroy all foes/
I'm a genius, fool, you should call me Maestro/
Great yes, anything less is just whoa/
People might think I'm a saint, though inside I'm laughin cuz its N.O./
Should've known that bad boys always end up on death row/
Hit with bids and forgotten about when time goes, then finally end up dead with they flesh cold...

[Mista_Sup4man]

So Tru Wit This Rap~Shit Wrap~Kids ITs Jus How I Rap~Kid\\
Smash~Wigz Lol Tragic Till Tha Last~Clips Blasted Bastards Mastered\\
This Whole~Game Wanna Test Please Niggaz Come An Post~Names\\
Choke~Lames Till They Throat~Hang "Spit Fire" Break Ya Jaw How U Real "Pro-Pain"\\
Still Ill In Fact When Tha Kid Attacks Grip~Tha~Mac Get Em Had\\
Lift His Ass...Couple Feet Cuz My Whole "Camps Murda" Like Tha 1s "Hitla~Had"\\
Billionare In~It~Where Sin~Will~Tear Thru~It Still~Im~There Itll~Flare U Make Scared~Music\\
Rammed~Thru~Bricks Till Tha Buildins Comin Down Neva Spare~U~Chimps\\
So When It Comes~2~Art I Steam~On Darin Niggaz Say Sumthin~Smart\\
Easily Get My King~On Climbin Get On My King Kong When It Comes~2~Charts\\


Jus A Lil Sample...Ha! Tha Kingz Hea...Shouts 2 My Nigga Eazie324

[Shadowapocalypse]

.::The Man Ingredient - Pete Rock & CL Smooth Plays::.

Yeah, uh huh...

Yo, Yo, Yo....

I got them bars, 16 of them will bury ya/
Nobody in the world that can spit this ish scarier/
Look at the terrier, bout to bite you on ya derrier/
Weavin' through you wack niccas wit speed like Space Harrier/
I put the chrome to ya dome like Destro, the best though/
Spit venom str8 to ya chest and make ya vest glow/
Ill spitters Supsect, illment and Bre/
T-Rade, better known as the lyric brigade/
My flows tighter than a 3 fold cord/
A lyric Lord wit more props than Monopoly boards/
The Battle field's here, and this post is the war/
Vexed Less' spittin' heat like the earth at it's core/
You can hate it debate it or artifish create it/
Cause like June 25th and 3 strikes you out dated/
I'm like: Master!, Rise like Lord Vader/
Switchin' from you to me wit tables and crossfaders/


One luv y'all.....

[Shadowapocalypse]

Man, y'all niccas are murderin' these 16's, all of y'all....

Big ups to y'all niccas.....

[The apocalypse]

time for the N to drop...

{PSYCHIATRIC WARD 6 x infinity}

ama roll up to assault yall like my name fishbourn,
this thread aint even a precinct but i c 13'z on yall to get gone,
see me bitch slap a fake king off ma thrown,
he spitz the tech, i hit wit fistz thatz mad strong,
check the difference! its reality black,
dudez iz one dimemsional on rapz,
mobb'z claimin there 16'z hot--yall pop,
nas said hip hip is dead, well am the coroner to carry ya,
who killed it, this black republican nigga wit red neck tendancies,
fuc already told yall ama pedigree kill'n yall verily,
ax heavy D who made him retire his spit ..def apocalypse ..he was the end ov me!
finally i step up, and verbaly wreck tuff, trust al be back
wen the competition getz tuff,
haha! nas should have worte ur shit...coz yall definately not carryin on tradition lm
wit ya big egoz,
this the simplest i could evr spit people.


Back from a long christmas break.........cheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeea! lm@

[Shadowapocalypse]

time for the N to drop...

{PSYCHIATRIC WARD 6 x infinity}

ama roll up to assault yall like my name fishbourn,
this thread aint even a precinct but i c 13'z on yall to get gone,
see me bitch slap a fake king off ma thrown,
he spitz the tech, i hit wit fistz thatz mad strong,
check the difference! its reality black,
dudez iz one dimemsional on rapz,
mobb'z claimin there 16'z hot--yall pop,
nas said hip hip is dead, well am the coroner to carry ya,
who killed it, this black republican nigga wit red neck tendancies,
fuc already told yall ama pedigree kill'n yall verily,
ax heavy D who made him retire his spit ..def apocalypse ..he was the end ov me!
finally i step up, and verbaly wreck tuff, trust al be back
wen the competition getz tuff,
haha! nas should have worte ur shit...coz yall definately not carryin on tradition lm
wit ya big egoz,
this the simplest i could evr spit people.


Back from a long christmas break.........cheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeea! lm@

That was tight apocalypse....

[The apocalypse]

thanx fam

uknow how we do!

[Cesar Chavez]

See, they don’t wanna see Cap C go back G//
They tried to clap me, slap me, death me//
I am fed up that there’s so many wanna be me’s//
Bitch please, yall ho’s, nothing more than a dick tease//
I am still here, I kidnapped death B//
They put a gun to my head, but I am still here B//
Put a screwdriver in my back, but I am still here G//
Tried to cut of my ear, but they sow that back on//
I am the moon, sun and wind, I will never be gone//
I am known as the white Tookie, cause of all the respect I get//
Went from a starters cap to a skimask to wearing my rubber hat//
Like L said, you get no ho show with no dough//
I am Dagbobert Ducking and cant stop fucking//
A big booty bitch, its all in the hips//
Big ass titties, nice smile and some good ass lips//
Got her twirking like she’s one of the crips//

[LIFTED]

You cant knock my hustle
You cant slow down the bounce in my step
You can hate all you want
But I’ma be fresh til my death n even long after that
In a league of my own, with no asterisks
Came into this with my own vision
Yall can try to get with it
Good luck tryna master it
Why pause n look back at roads past
Whats done is done I got other tracks to rip
Got other broads to hit up
Used to be down on life, but 21 was time to get up
Cuz whats the use of stay’n in a slump
When you could make the best of the moment after hitt’n a blunt
Drix in the deck, let ya system bump
You could snap ya fingers all ya want n get real crunk
N let ya shoulder lean if thas how u wanna live it up
I aint one to judge
But I dunno how that taste is acquired in some
Don’t yall listen to the words when u ride to it
Guess Jigga was right, yall just skim thru it
Call it new music, I just call it a moment in time
Freezing a frame in life n putting it in rhyme
Can I live my life focused
So when im determined theres no stopping me
Raps version of Truman
Got all yall stopp’n just to start watch’n me
N keep doubt’n it me, it keeps me hungry yall
N keep crowd’n me, it keeps me off of the wall



oops ..yall jus want'd 16 lol ..got in a zone sorry

[Bre]

Cloaked ho's, dope flows, ho's with a overdose in their nose
Drinks all over your clothes cause people waving with their ell bows
Shocked peepz when I spit cause all the air froze
Bre and heat is a deadly combination, Big L knows
Breaking the pearly gates with nothing but punchlines
And when you enter, where the sun shines and there is no such thing as lunch lines
Its all about peace, if you can't see that mind state
Your eyes are poisoned by your brain with blind hate
Maybe you'l find faith by sleeping in the Devil's arms
Kicking some raps with the Devil's son, battles where weapons swong
I saw them got past it, buried it deep inside me without a casket
Prayed for forgivenes, but god don't pact with a true blue bastard
Gun pointed at the sky in a afford to snipe god, cloud my bullets was shooting through
Cause God don't like ugly and the feeling is neutral
Now my effort was a 100% failure for sure
But still I act like I busted throug his front door

[The apocalypse]

Bre ..


all i can say is

COT DAMN

y@yo

[ILL]

as i sit here sipping on this vodka and cranberry
my thoughts very
from life to death
and wondering if i'm really blessed
or am i cursed
for every curse i dispersed in a verse
its systematic how emcees spit
money and ice
niggas ain't nice
and lack lyrical wit
me i choke the pen until it bleeds black ink
and give it to you true
what i feel, see, and think
and i never counted bars
i only counted the drinks
that i had
far from a alcoholic
but i'm a fiend for pad

[Cesar Chavez]

Bre, Suspect and Shadow got some nice rhymes. Keep it up.

[Bre]

Aight thanks for the compliments, I'm not worthy. y@yo

Shit I got a dream but I'm slipping through this nightmare
Aids babies, who later on in life will turn into raped ladies, why care?
When you can turn your back on the world, and live for yourself
In Africa they kill for food, here we kill for even more wealth
Not all, but a lot off ya’ll people will turn evil even against your own peepz
All because the love for money is bigger then for your homies
Now I don’t mourn those, cause I refuse to honor ho’s
But it saddens me that today’s friends could be tomorrow’s foe’s
Greed is the universal flaw god gave us, some behave but
Others change into a crazed fuck, who wanna get so rich that people think his fortunes are made up
Now I switched my game up, my paranoia is blocking my ability to trust em
I enter rooms just calm checking for possible death traps, while fools rush in
But my wisdom disappears, when aggression is pumping through my blood
My way to big mouth be insulting the girl who I love
My heart is crying lion tears, my brain doesn’t know what the think of me
And my eyes are at ease cause they can’t see what’s in me

[(--LazerScope-->>]

Ya'll could start worshippin' for real cuz the God is here
Light up the scene head to toe in Artful Dodger gear
You droppin' a hot bar is rare, while ya bitch is in my whip
Finger in the air, like, "Doesn't the roof of the car go here?"
Yeah, it's me, L-scope, sending the government terrorist threat notes
Critics are feeling me, let's quote:
"This kid's life is a like a movie, and his box office funds up
So he deserves Best Picture of the Year....Two Thumbs Up!!"
Every 10 bullets that I buck, gotta come from a new gun
Catch me in a tellie in a threesome getting blowjobs from 2 nuns
And in the streets, you never catching me without chrome
Ice on my wrist got polar bears reminiscin' about home
I'm in my square knockin' out clones, just by spitting out poems
Clockin' figures bigger than down at the Dow Jones
So all I gotta say to niggaz who think they flow the best:
There's 6 million ways to die....and ya'll know the rest!!

1

[vexed less]

^^^
Tartantino film posters,
movies promotions,
double features, Rodriguez; legend of motion pic moments,
Grindhouse, the drop; april 6th, 07/
directors of perfections; movies sick, so clever,/
........
....shit, the kid Vexed high; rhyme on nearly anythin,
these bars is hard, every one very heavy man,
slang laced my language,/
been spittin for ages,/
word rockin, my works hot man; too major to fade this,/
hot like chilly flavours,/
my heat burn niggas like AIDS does,/
keystylin; no pens, no papers/
no turnin over pages,/
now all we need is for Vamp to pay us,/ ........(lol)
im startin the Black movement, like mid 1960's,
lines hot, rhymes droppin, cop my 16's,

[vexed less]

damn that was 17....

[ALIANZ]

Post bills like promotions, tho nobody holdin/
Weight, your MC pass I'm revokin/
No lyrical attitudes can affect me/
Watch, in time, my style'll easily top your top five list of favorite MC's/
No longer any real lyricists in this game so this new generation Ima give birth to/
Born outta sin, affected by a lifestyle full of wealth thats so hurtful/
Rap music outta hand, no longer a way to voice opinions/
Everybody sound the same, its from how many bitches you fuck to what size are the rims you spinning/
Awaken from a deep sleep, I'm here to represent New York City/
The "Giant" has woke up and ready to "Jet" past the competition/
New York back to set the standard, just like it used to be/
Money, Hoes, And Clothes is old, No longer sellin multi-milli's for my enemies/
You collapse when attacked, cant stand under pressure/
The rebirth arriving right in time, I'm New York's ressurector/
So you already know New York runnin this rap shit/
Cuz when New York fart, everyone runnin to smell it quick...

[vexed less]

i aint one to prop lines on humour, but that last line was funny as fuck man,
remind me of Eddie Murphy n the 'fart game'.....

[(--LazerScope-->>]

Son I see the line, so Imma go for broke
Can't play the kid for no okey doke
Built like the only dealer in '88 rockin' the dookie rope
While you the #1 draft with single digits....guess the rookie chocked
Lazerscope's the livewire, rhyme Messiah
Another man couldn't hold the weight of thoughts that my mind acquires
From the, fires of Hell I was birthed and leaped forth
Feet stomping the surface of Earth and them bullets clicked off
So that multiple targets were hit, cuz it's like you rappers forgot the art of this shit
I suggest you concentrate on ya RHYMES, not ya marketing, bitch!
I been honored with this, so Imma God to these kids, now
Who pick up a mic and wanna get started with this
Word to, everything that I've ever loved.....My mother, my father
My man Tajeel looking down from the sky above
I'm exposing you liars, and bringing forth the Truth
DeShaun Holton is DEAD.....Ya'll CAN'T be the living "Proof"!

1

[Mic E]

Just a little somethin'.

Use to think it was hype to take an acid dip,
'til the time I spun, 'caused an accident.
Ran over a couple residents 'caused some dents.
Fuckin' crooked judge decided to set a precedent.
This just can't be real, but how come I feel,
Why the fuck am I talkin' to a seal,
I must be crashin', that's why I'm out lashin'
Out bashin' muthafuckers who're out flashin'
Their cash 'n' stones, expensive cell phones.
I need more drugs maybe I'll sell bones.

I call this dazed and confused 'cause it makes no sense. You'll be happy to know I no longer do the drugs I did when I wrote this shit.

[Lerone]

I forgot about this thread. After readin’ every page, I gotta comment. Here it goes…

Check the Missy song “Funky Fresh Dressed” off of her Under Construction album. Think of the ‘backwards’ beat Ms Jade rapped on it,....I wrote this to it.

.................................................. .........................I under-
[01] stand the reasonin’ behind the tension,……off the head…
[02] most are buckin’ lead and talkin’ like the reaper’s dead,…some are
[03] fed,…other said…let it be……...one in particu-
[04] lar demanded creativity,………..but for that to
[05] happen you need T-I-M…E,…….though the thread
[06] starter wanted quicker "styles-free",..*Now I Now I see the
[07] sides…I’ma have a blend of both..since I know what’s going
[08] down, I’ll think it out then post a quote...in set of six-
[09] teens,..line for line,..beat..playin’ in my mind,……
[10] Bar..number 10 is what you’re readin’ ‘til the next line…come
[11] after it, …twin pillar bar, ........eleven to ya’ll,…
[12] All I need is five…more to end it off,…first..time I
[13] set it off was in the ‘Four..Bar..Thread,” …every now and
[14] then I check the Ar-cade,..back to what was said in the first
[15] ..place,…..gun-play’s-o-kay-in-some-ca-ses-but-
[16] i-ma-gi-na-tion-more-of-ten-is-fa-vored….
[17] If-you-ain’t-got-it-damn-right-we-ain’t-neigh-bors,…..

>I know this makes seventeen<

*that was typed twice on purpose :cool:

[Mic E]

One Mike
1. Yo, I’m the definition of flow and ability/
2. And you’re the definition of a slow disability/
3. Spittin’ nuttin’ but blah, blah, blah, bullshit/
4. Getting’ nuttin’ but blah, blah, blah, full clips/
5. Of lyrical lead aimed at your head and chest/
6. I’m gonna plaster the board wittout any rest/
7. So who’s the best?, I wanna put’em to the test/
8. Come on don’t be shy, I know ya pants a mess/
9. So who gonna step up and rep this board/
10.‘Cause I’m bored of sharpenin’ my sword/
11. I look like a retard joustin’ alone/
12. So please someone throw me a bone/
13. Don’t care who it is I’m ready to fight/
14. Call me white lightning’ I’m ready to strike/
15. Sharpened my wit to the point of a spike/
16. And remember all Nas needs is one mike/

[(--LazerScope-->>]

I'm the throat slasher, the dough grabber
A hustler that's fouler than a coke ho's laughter
Fuck bars, each paragraph's a, moment in time
So deep, you can peep infinity in my rhymes
I'm pure divinity with these lines, never mimicry inclined
Seizing from cowards 'til every dollar in the VICINITY IS MINE!
Never stressing, brought to fruition by God's blessing
That i re-create to awake inebriated heads in each sentence
I advise you check the timing, plus the designing my mind brings
As complicated as advanced sciences, and ya'll still just rhyming?
Well, I'm a have to dissect ya, wreck ya, check ya
Upside ya dome cuz I'm the head inspector
Then deck ya, as I apply pressure to ya temples
Until ya mama is praying for ya life under pressure in her temple
L-scopes magnanimous, ubiquitous, beyond comparison
That's why every lady fiendin' to have my baby and wanna marry son.....

1

1

[Knickballa]

yo time is of the essence that's why im takin it
If u dont grab it well den u wasted
carefully measure wat it takes to kill
hit u wit the uzi or get u wit the poisened pill
makin moves, every block to endevor
impactin life roll wit more knights then trevor
puttin it to my head pointin a beretta
but will i take my own life dats a never
i jus wanna see how the other side lives
sayin to myself im givin me one wish
its a crazy emotion a wonderful feeling
im osama ready to blow up the buildin
On sum high terrorist sht
wen u see so many niggaz losin they life its hard for u to get a grip
ima man wit one eyed open weneva i snooze
yous a baby how could u possibly walk in my shoes

[jimjones eats cake]

soft lyrics suck dick like when i ate shit
disgusting without spit so i put some on the bit
then i chewed on it, swallowed, almost threw it back up
one bite of brown had me all fed up

reminiscing of times when i was insane
cups of piss for wine, i wish it was a game
soft lyrics like poetry fuck it, this aint hard
fuck a mic, fuck a beat, gimme a guitar

off the head off the dome without 2 years of practice
brain missing ability, my mind's not elastic
expansive, this freewrite, needs revision & rewrite
me like to see fight just when we write w su*

[4anybody...]

catch me in my new expo blastin beats by esco
black jeans, leather bomber, in the back is 2 hoes
corona in the cup holder, never drive sober
if i don't die tonight, i guess i'll just get bolder

never phased by the haters in the little honda civics
eyez glazed from the camels cuz i need the fix
doin 90 on I-70, hit A-town at 12:15
polish the the Omega, grab sum hats for jimmy dean

walk in the party slow but my eyez move fast
say "whats up" to la gente, presidente in the glass
"salut" w/ hernan, from durango, he looks like a fighter
cuz his Umbro is all bloody over a plastic lighter

[illmental]

I crack heads like easter eggs when I see the feds/
fuck money hungry snow bunnys and rasta chicks turn em lez and skeet in dreads/
serve em ass up face down devistate whole towns when I put my finger in the ground and turn the globe around/
it's the world renowned illmental invisible criminal/
5 star surgeon general sending subliminals like opiates chemicals to ur mental's inner center/
not sentimental I roll with a click of sickos and ill individuals leaving enemies with no pulse or residuals/
turn residential areas to residue like terrorists do/
fuck a state red or blue like pills like the matrix/
what is a slave ship but the same shit?/
ain't a damn thing switch but the destination we come from nothingness destined for nothingness/
but bitches still don't have a problem sucking and fucking us/
without condoms 4 commerce serving customers and they call us hustlers/
went from selling rocks of cain in exchange for watch and chains/
to playing human beings for green like slot machines/
it's all the samething different regime same fatigues/
I spit a hot 16 straight from the dome piece and won't cease/
till I end up catching a bullet like Jerome's niece at Jone's beach and on that not I'm ghost peace

[T.K]

When i look back, remembering the hood,
I feel everything i said was misunderstood,
And i know the past will forever last,
When i go to sleep i see the pictures pass,
And i wonder if the memory's are only fantasy,
But all the scars, that are too visual to over-see,
Keeps my head going and my mind flowning,
Keeps me knowing, that im still learning,
Life and death is both filled with mysteries,
And the mind-knife-cuts all has histories,
I tried to be a gangster who was cold,
Wanted the women and the gold,
Realized that the thing dident make me god,
So i got my shit together, left the squad,
So dont try to fuck with this person,
I keep behind, humble, for a reason,

Peace

[4anybody...]

rock ur neck back and forth while i deliver these lines
or recline and smoke ur dime while u prepare to hear my crimes
of how i raped a mic with my hard and cocky flow
i murdered an emcee, and then i stole the show

my next move was a triple play, started with a hate crime
i burned a faggot rapper to death, that's arson this time
i got assault for bruising egos then i slapped a hoe's behind
harrassment--then distribution, for slanging dope rhymes

but its been a few years since i hit the ses
cuz now i pray to god in order to relieve the stress
don't get it twisted cuz im still known as finesse
the flow and the skill will make ur mind start to guess

is this homie arabic, white or is he mex?
mic and spic is the answer, but it don't matter when i flex
my verbal skill 'll make dudes give me dap and chicks give me sex
shine so much light on this verse its like digital effects

[(--LazerScope-->>]

Respect the general, who could put ten-in-you
Ending you, for the love of them federals
Sending you, up to knock on them pearly gates
Niggaz ran you off the block cuz of ya girly traits
So listen up boi, just don't come around here no mo'
Or them hollows you gon' swallow, 'til you fall to the floor
I'm a hard act to follow, like Mike Jack moonwalkin'
Think I'mma give dap to you fools talkin'?
Ha, never! I was raised too clever
Engaged like the moon to the nightsky, forever
Don't make me do stuff, like have ya moms duck-taped up
Ya li'l sis buttfucked, while you handcuffed to just watch!
I control world finances, with a blunt in the left hand, right holdin' a scotch
Mind stayin' focused on plots, to open up blocks
And feed all the hungry money-lovin' wild gremlinz
Because their existence is just a sign of the modern time's ending....

1

[Savior Breath]

Seance
I used to have dreams of killing people
So vivid for an instant it was really real
Narcoleptic dark incentive retarded lyrics, Give me an evil feel
You think im playing Till you’re in my arm reach and my heat is spraying
Stop your heartbeat leave you laying On the concrete with your meat decaying
Im linked with satan, you cant harm me when I reach the flames
I’ll just come back as a zombie and eat your brains
I keep slaves in my basement everyday they get beat with chains
Call me if you got beef im saying
I’ll bring the tomato sauce strangle you with the table cloth
Slain, then drink your blood as a straw spraying Thru a bleeding vein
On a plain sheet of paper I write freezing flames
On top of the periodic table in rayon crayon a séance you cannot recreate
I'll merk your kin, Run in place so fast the earth'll spin
And come at you so hard you'll give birth to twins
http://www.myspace.com/saviorbreathisgod

[4anybody...]

Doin 100 in the Mousetrap, showin off for a slut i'd soon tap
Wear a fitted cap 'til i'm with the worms taking a dirt nap
The sunlight of the spirit? I used to never want to hear it
I had a can of riot spray in my pack and a fifth of spirits

Next to a scale and an elbow and some tommy cologne
Chillin on a park bench, imaginin it was my throne
Swooshes on my socks and little horses on my boxers
my clientelle had homework, best friends and small lockers

Bucket hats an sandals kept me cool in the summertime
A gatorade and sum green helped my mind to feel fine
Managing my image, manipulating kids
Maneuvering la mota, mysogonistic pig

makebelieveing I ran the show, controlling my life
misunderstanding, mishandling, misbehaving every night
I take a step back, observe the world for a sec
Examine my defects and my part in this ship wreck

[(--LazerScope-->>]

Married to the streets, I love you, 'til Death do us part
Either from poverty being erased, or a shot to my heart
Some say it's shocking how smart I got in this art
I'm used to sparkin' up mics and leavin' my mark
Words take flight, like Noah's doves leavin' the Ark
If I drop, Thriller numbers will be seen on the charts
My mouthpiece stay squeezin' out darts
Wettin' niggaz like when crews see you and believe you a narc
So I keep a low pro, like I ain't got no dough
But check me in 5 years and see how I blow tho...
Fo'sho, L no homo
The way I bend hoes on all fours, doggystyle like Toto
They skanks, I fill 'em up with cream like a ho-ho
But they rollin' to bank off my c.r.e.a.m.? That's a no-no!
Popo bust me? Must be loco, yo
I ain't shy (Chi) and "never run", but cats say, " 'Scope flow, joe!"

[T-rade]

It's like mad people i knew, is gone forever
The smart fool the less smart, am I that clever?
Not that i killed someone, but that I'm still breathing
My heart's still beating, yet I'm not seeking

For that one thing that will forever bless me
Knowing damn well, it the samething that'll forever stress me
Imagine having the biggest secret locked
Inside your head, never coming out, no matter how hard you knock

Constantly inside it, irritating like a migrane
But i can't let you carry with me homie, it's my pain
It's hard but it's a hardship that i learned to adapt to
But i feel like no matter what, I'm still inside the capsule

What i mean, is i need knowledge to build a time machine
Because my urge to go back, hurts, it's that mean
Sunken romances, spilled chances
Way before my friends mom died of cancer...

[4anybody...]

Scarface posters, weight benches, leather sofas, glass tables
PS3s, scales, .45's and cradles
Nasty Boy on the speakers, thugs sportin' beaters
Watch how u act cuz fools think they mind readers

I chill with 2 men and conversate on ends
Bet 50 dollars that the Nuggets beat Houston
A friend's wife sits down to offer me sum chron
I take a deep puff and hear a fight that's going on

"Fuck those fools," she says and continues to smoke
And starts to tell me about her homegirl that I should go poke
But the fight gets out of hand so we go see what's up
A Cheddar fucked up a white boy cuz he took his plastic cup

Now the owner's all heated cuz they broke a window
So he's beatin the Ched's ass, blood stainin' his Umbro
Dude gets up, checks his nuts, takes a swig of Bicardi
Passes me the fifth, I drink, cuz we know how to party

[4anybody...]

There sum shit I've seen and done, that I might never tell
A god, but it seems like I'm lost in hell
Constant battles with Satan, excitement, frustration
procrastination--rest, collect my thoughts--determination!

The greatest "nation". Born of infinite love and care
I release my thoughts on to paper and stay aware
Of reality, the apple I once ate with lust
But admittance keeps me sharp, cuz I don't have time to rust

But yo, I shouldn't even be participating in life
I was a passed out drunk, couldn't pay for the lights
As a liar and a thief I paid many dues
Tusselled with thugs, walked hundred of miles in my shoes

Now sitting on a bus bench bent over my pad
I pen my whole story, all that I was, all that I had
I offer it to you in tightly constructed rhymes
Sacrifice my privacy for infinite time

[GodsonAcrossTheBelly]

sit back relax n jus chill-there..........

it was a...oragne dusk sum stars chilled-air
reporters-rushed around the car stood still-there
yellow tape in contrast to the red blood n cracked-glass
say he fell 4 storys a known thug liked ta stack-cash
the way the cameras flashed it lit-the-street-up
took a last glance n ditched-the-heater
my view from above gave a false sense of secruity
walkin out the buildin my palms-tense in my pockets barried-deep
jus for i turn down the alley prepared to escape
an unknown voice sung...there he goes getem jake
hairs on my neck were rasied like my awarness to fate
tossed the coat gloves n jewles fuck it the chain i was wearin was fake
the full moon was out it illuminated the chase
for a split second i hesitated my pace
a tiny hole in my skull but trust me it had-taken-my face
beam of light in my eyes yawnin....thank god i was awaken-by-day

sum dream i had las nite

[(--LazerScope-->>]

The moon turned purple as I blew haze to the green sky
Dull diamonds in my fist I threw at doves that screamed by
Meanwhile, the two headed deliverer was eyeing me
Told me I shone like Heaven's feet, then dove down to a Redder Sea
I glided on the sand, in tune with the eruptions
Drank the planet in a drip without any compulsion
Then the jungles whispered tears
While the nine hands on the clock told me secrets throughout the years
Still fighting, gaining, and recruiting the impatience
The pleasure of the obscurity could check ya like a non-sequitor
The executor penned exhaustion but I transcribed my ilk
Son was translucent with the biochemical cuz the material was silk
The chlorine and chlorophyll majestically intertwined
Elucidating the cartilage left over on the spine
Therefore, transgressions will elope with the beaver of the sea
While I throw the sign to the McCoy copy, concurrently….

[T-rade]

There was a mic stand, so i did a murder in the prison
I plead guilty for murdering the rythm
The tracks, the mics, the hooks and the beat
The wacks, my nikes on the crooks, their defeat
That's why i got voted mic murder among presidents
I said I'm guilty no need for evidence
Why this trial? I won't talk about my inncense (?)
The beat said i couldn't, let me tell you 'bout the consequence
Left the producer in cave with no water
He said that beat was something like his daughter
So it became a part of my mic mass slaughter
She started running away but my hook i caught her
She was an attention whore with that; See me ya power!
But i outshined it, like the night is in a meteor shower
I want a grown-up case, tho i am underage
I'm a guilty mic murder, 'bout to go back in the cage!

[Wil Munny]

my former life is long and deceased
got a family now that appreciates da peace
inside my belly lies dormant that beast
that wants to hit the streets wild & unleashed
i try to appease it with pills and hashish
but nothings better than besting da police
i miss the days of work and my caprice
and under my seat was my justice of piece
it kept my life in order never in disarray
always on my foe's mind like a toupee
not even sex was better than unloading the steel gray
no matter how stressful it was i miss those crazy days
pta meetings, school functions and plays
i love my kids but this shit is lame
maybe for a night i might grab the mask and guage
maybe just for one night i might get back in da game

[Bre]

Okayyyyy

B to the rizzo, got a drunk stinking piss flow
It ain´t no riddle, its true and blue unlike a skittle
Unless the skittle is blue and shitted on by a pigeon
Bitch don´t rap, go fix me some in the kitchen
Fix me a radio so I can listen some bullcRAP
Yes I confess I do that, miauw I´m a polar type of cool cat
Respect me, or don´t! Cause I can´t really care about it
How its possible that my style fits nothing but a a lot of foul shit?
Well you have to get back to my spoke person for that
So he can give you some bla bla about my hardcore rap
That's about the rainbow and a unicorn, and a smiling sun
Fake Brad Pitt autographs that are sold on Ebay I'm signin em
TV I'm ignoring it, unless some porn is on it
Game I run it, if its lame I done it, the name is vomit
The mic are the fingers sticking down my throat
Fat people why float? when you can sink and die so
I don't have to look at your elephant ass face
You can lick my asshole though cause I wonder how my ass taste
No that's not true, if you thought so I fucking got you
I'm not a stone but I can rock you, that's wassup fool
I got a MR T chain on my dick, its stronger then Andy
Sweeter then candy, heavier then a bullet proof Bentley
Now peepz tryna ask my name, sorry but that's private
As long as I can hide it like Elvis on his island

[Wil Munny]

I will clean this up later... board at the coffee shop

it so hard find brothers built how i am
i'm from a different time a different land
couple grams, water, bakin soda & a frying pan
rain, sleet, and snow i was like a damn mailman
went from a skinny nicca to a major figga
strapped cuz makin cream was always the root of a vendetta
stolen renault and the cheapest of the cheap vests
but bittten hard by the bug to become the best
i did what i did, no time to second guess
cuz hestation only gets you enternal rest
roamed 52nd and all of southwest
never more than 5 grams in my guess
checks on my feet, cross on my neck
helped dodged the po po & arrests
a skinny nicca like me wasn't meant to bench press
but a press on the trigga ensured my success



yeah, i figure if i practice writing a few bars a day I could get pretty good at this writng stuff.

[E-MAC]

It's like my minds been trapped between my dreams and nightmares /
And there's no where to go so I feel naked aside from my Nike airs/
But not in the physical these are deep thoughts for the mind/
Which finally feels free once I smoke this green lie/
Because everything I though was bad now feels good/
Can't even trust my right hand to have my back here in the hood/
Now I know what your thinking that i'm overeacting/
But what the fuck am I to think when Benoit killed Daniel and Nancy/
Was it the drugs that did him in and should I now go clean/
Or was it the pressure to stay on top that drove him to do what he did/
I only ask questions cause only god knows all/
So fuck all the speculation about celebrities and their downfalls/
Cause death and dispear is a daily occurance where i'm from/
Dudes think that young rappers be getting merked only in New York/
Nope, my hommie the one that got me to first spit well he was found shot up in a ditch/
Damn I feel tortured by Jigsaw these days because all this pain feels like tons of needles stuck in my skin /

[illmental]

fuck it I haven't been up in here in a minitue let's see if I can rub 1 out

I rape mics till the brake lights light up/
take lives till the police pick me outta line up/
fuck it I made my mind up- get paper till niggas become haters/
predicate felon with money signs running thru my cerebellum even my thoughts are nickel plated/
I'm so dope u could get asphixiated if u stay in the same room with me 4 too long/
no bullet proof on but still capeable of writing a good song/
ur style don't cut the mustard or the grapupon/
u couldn't shine with jewels on or sound smart with a suit on/
my rights made wrongs and vice versa/
I'm flyer than Pontius pilot certified Christ murderer/
shooting a hot dose of 16's straight to ur spleen when I'm serving ya/
straight out the wrapping without a napkin/
macking till I pack it in with the pens/
pimping till I'm old gimping and limping in depends/
fuck friends and cut buddies I cut bitches till they bloody/
bone pretty hoes till they turn ugly/
gully and unsanitary but very neccessary/
till I'm dead and buried and bless cemetary with my prescence/
100 back to the essence

[vexed less]

^^ill u mos definitely one of the most talented emcees on the board...u always manage to teach me sumin about rhymin whenever i read ya shit....
keep doin ya thing man....

peace

[illmental]

thanks bro I appreciate that

100

[D.Dot]

Im a grime artist so understand my UK bars are the largest /
i dont giv a shit about hip hop because my style is the harshest /
and if its beef, man will draw for the .44 and aim where your heart is /
my barz will peirce your bullet proof vest there the sharpest /
no long ting impact so certain itll go straight through like wen a dart hits /
so stay alert fam next time you roll down da market /
im a hitman buh i dont get paid, im a marksman, and your head... ive marked it /
so stay sharp prick, my freestyle will murk any boi its a fact no farce kid //
i spit a 16 so quick its grime blud leave holes in your hip /
when i roll up in a whip itll be contact with da eyes, drive by bye bye /
leave a man in a ditch and im cruel so ill stab up your bitch /
pull a knife to your wife dats how we roll in the bitz /
and its cold in the bitz so to stay warm your bludz gotta be colder dan it /
and im dead if i aint holdin da blitz strapped so close to my hip /
dont give 2 shits about bloodz and cripz just guns and clipz /
and most man wont admit dat UK were da strongest when it comes to da spit //

[bhavster316]

lol nice 1 d.dot

[4anybody...]

2--16's, 1 rhyme


as i pull my nuggets hat low and spark up a black & mild
i see these long black-haired mamis jocking like they wanna have my child
I wave to them "come here" cuz they looked like little sluts
They're like "What's up, papi" they start touching my chest and then my nuts
Really it took a long struggle before I got to this stage
I faced a lot of reality and had to discipline my rage
From the first pussy i touched to the first store I robbed
To my first "A" on a test to my first full-time job
But shit, I took sum shorts, broke and homeless in the cold
Sleeping on benches, feeling and looking old
Hard lessons learned about greed and lust
There were a couple of times that I prayed God'd turn me into dust
But, You know, how they put a rat inside a hard maze?
There's cheese at the end, and he'll try to get there for days
But it's too hard, so they shock him, to motivate him even more
It works for a few times, but stops after about 4


He starts to just take it, at first he's kinda quiet and angry
But then he gets used to it, and just expects pain daily
He no longer tries to live, he just waits for his death
No matter how much motivation, there's just no fight left
We've all been there before, inhalin green and cheap liquor
Maybe u became a fiend, always at a dealer's door
The injustices of the world are miles more than the good
And it's like hopelessness grabs ahold and traps u in like your hood
If life was a river, we can't swim and we're all drowning
And no ones a round to reach down and pull us to safety
But sometimes theres a branch, and it might catch on your shirt
Wake up and start climbing, even if it hurts
So back at the poolhall, i have a choice to make
I could enjoy a three-way, or send them on their way
See, I should have learned from my past to stop being selfish and sinning
But instead I grab them both and said, "Let's all go swimming"

[(--LazerScope-->>]

Ayo, on the real....FUCK FEMALES, cuz bitches ain't shit!
Only good for spreading cheeks, and pushing taints on my dick
I got 1 SKANK, 2 HOES, 3 CUNTS, and 4 SLUTS
That's 10 bitches with legs spread, giving head and raw guts!
Come on pig, deepthroat! Gimme throat like it's hollow
Spit on it, gag on it, suck it up, swallow
Never liked dimepieces and shorties that model
Only fuck hoes that'll let me shove up their ass a 2-litre Coke bottle!
Bitches that'll let you run trizzie ,with whoever else is in the room
Bitches with cottage cheese, hairy pussy, bad tatts and bullet wounds
I like them nasty sluts, that let you fuck on the time of the month
Then turn around to face you, and catch a facial from a titty fuck
Go head ya dirty slor! Lemme bust in ya mouth
Spit the cum in ya homegirl's anal, and force her to fart it out!
That's how I get down...Fuck bitches pussies 'til they gnarl
Then promise not to shit on 'em later...except for a Hot Karl...

[T-rade]

Ayo, on the real....FUCK FEMALES, cuz bitches ain't shit!
Only good for spreading cheeks, and pushing taints on my dick
I got 1 SKANK, 2 HOES, 3 CUNTS, and 4 SLUTS
That's 10 bitches with legs spread, giving head and raw guts!
Come on pig, deepthroat! Gimme throat like it's hollow
Spit on it, gag on it, suck it up, swallow
Never liked dimepieces and shorties that model
Only fuck hoes that'll let me shove up their ass a 2-litre Coke bottle!
Bitches that'll let you run trizzie ,with whoever else is in the room
Bitches with cottage cheese, hairy pussy, bad tatts and bullet wounds
I like them nasty sluts, that let you fuck on the time of the month
Then turn around to face you, and catch a facial from a titty fuck
Go head ya dirty slor! Lemme bust in ya mouth
Spit the cum in ya homegirl's anal, and force her to fart it out!
That's how I get down...Fuck bitches pussies 'til they gnarl
Then promise not to shit on 'em later...except for a Hot Karl...

You mad?

[KRUMB]

Damn y'all got sick bars man , let me see if I can keep up .

I see y'all on T.V. lookin like you've made it / Well I'm still in the hood late on all my payments /
Yeah it's tempting , it truely is kids / To become a puppet in this gloomy business /
But If I don't keep it real then who will / Hip Hops Pioneers have all been Killed /
Tupac was just livin just makin some wagers / Sad to say he never made it out of Vegas /
Biggie gets killed out on the West Coast / Now every faggot track , has them as a guest host /
Hip Hop ain't dead but it's grave has been dug / So I think's it time for these slaves to fess up /
Why did we even let these men pave the way / This radio garbage is just a spit in the face /
To fallen legends like Pun and Jam Master Jay / Platinum success shouldn't come so easily /
People shouldn't just be placed with Eazy E / Cause this trash people putting out now ain't pleasing me /
They wear 50,000 dollar Crosses over there shirts /Probably never even fuckin been in a church /
You see i'm above emcees , like Yankees hats / So if Hip Hop lives y'all can thank these raps /
Take your jewelry off that shits for women / I don't want to see ya grill stop ya grinnin /
Until I die i'll pour my heart out on beats /People lookin to learn , let this song teach /
Turn off your radios , thats the main market / And maybe they'll stop playin this garbage /
You see I do this here for me and a few like me / Who rock British Knights , not the new Nikes /
Yeah we still understand what Hip Hop is / And theres no need to reveal how much your wrist watch is /

[4anybody...]

Damn y'all got sick bars man , let me see if I can keep up .

I see y'all on T.V. lookin like you've made it / Well I'm still in the hood late on all my payments /
Yeah it's tempting , it truely is kids / To become a puppet in this gloomy business /
But If I don't keep it real then who will / Hip Hops Pioneers have all been Killed /
Tupac was just livin just makin some wagers / Sad to say he never made it out of Vegas /
Biggie gets killed out on the West Coast / Now every faggot track , has them as a guest host /
Hip Hop ain't dead but it's grave has been dug / So I think's it time for these slaves to fess up /
Why did we even let these men pave the way / This radio garbage is just a spit in the face /
To fallen legends like Pun and Jam Master Jay / Platinum success shouldn't come so easily /
People shouldn't just be placed with Eazy E / Cause this trash people putting out now ain't pleasing me /
They wear 50,000 dollar Crosses over there shirts /Probably never even fuckin been in a church /
You see i'm above emcees , like Yankees hats / So if Hip Hop lives y'all can thank these raps /
Take your jewelry off that shits for women / I don't want to see ya grill stop ya grinnin /
Until I die i'll pour my heart out on beats /People lookin to learn , let this song teach /
Turn off your radios , thats the main market / And maybe they'll stop playin this garbage /
You see I do this here for me and a few like me / Who rock British Knights , not the new Nikes /
Yeah we still understand what Hip Hop is / And theres no need to reveal how much your wrist watch is /

dope

clever shit

[KRUMB]

Good looks , it's nice to have other quality verses to compare mine to

[E-MAC]

I'm just another MC trying to share his voice with the world/
but what if I make it and i'm seduced by the money and girls/
can an MC be rich and still keep it real/
or must he be broke and depressed to make music you can feel/
those are questions I ask of myself sometimes/
wondering if it's better never to make it than to make it and lose my drive/
but I think that's a lie/
like saying once A-Rod made $200 Mill he would fall to the waste side/
so I keep plugging away at these rhymes/
and hope that they reach at least one person so they can see inside my mind/
cause it's an empty feeling to put everything into a song/
that will never be heard because it's being drowned out by all this noise/
coming from radio singles that make you cringe/
can't even put it on Hot 97 without hearing bullshit/
but as long as I hear people like Budden making that Mood Musik/
it gives me hope my shit will reach the ears of those who appreciate Good music/

[MCPIII]

I'm something like a pimp, the way I put these birds on the street/
something like the red cross, letting these hungry niggas eat/
killing them softly like lauryn hill was on the beat/
track record is smooth/ budden got me in that mood/ now I'm ready to eat my wheeties and ball out all fabolous/ made something from nothing but it seems the government aint having it/
its easy having a dream the hard part is grabbing it/
so most of these cats if not gats they be stabbing at it/
zab judah be jabbing at it/ reaching in the dark/ blind leading the blind/ so its easy getting picked off/

[(--LazerScope-->>]

Encircling the dying cattle in the middle of the heat
The eyes of this hunter and another suddenly meet
Each one of us scheming on the meat
Me thinking I'll win because of my 2 extra feet
He moving discreet, hiding behind the bushes
I was baring my row of teeth like, "Man, I already took this!"
That dude moved swift, but no way as fast as I
I'm thinking, "Him beating me in this race? Completely asinine!"
I've got the prey in line, about to pounce...but stopped for a moment
There was something strange about what my opponent was holdin'
A long branch, shiny with a hole, pointing at my head
"He ain't hitting me with shit," I thought, "Fuck him. He dead!"
So I leaped in air, growling, yellow eyes focused on his throat
Next thing ya know, I'm bleeding, nose stinging from the smoke
My foe walked over to the calf, scooped it up within an instant
It was then that I realized, to him, me and the cattle was no different......

[SiC]

Call 2 arms, picture us riding into the night/
Our fright set aside, showing them our might/
An underclass army, fueled by self righteous spite/
All's Right, it's a Revolutionary delight/
Internal warfare historically born from despair/
As always fear is a weapon - the power 2 scare/
Radical speakers, in the streets voices blare/
Extremist messages backed by a prayer/
Clearly we cannot have peace nor a piece/
Sincerely, these puppeteers play 4 keeps/
We get the droppings, n' the table scraps/
N' if you don't like that, then fight the fuck back/
Lord bless this mess, lest we rest/
Confessed unrest, as we struggle through stress/
The less we get, the more were blessed?/
Or so it's been said - but I digress/

[4anybody...]

This is Imax rap. Rhymes larger than life
I toast cranberry juice like Jesus Christ shaking dice
Abandoning his rights, his life and soaking up vice
Arrogantly smiling as he reached the lowest heights

What was he doing all those year in the jungle? Drinking beer?
Robbin villagers, sexing jew girls, or going crazy with fear?
No one knows—‘cept that he was tempted by Satan
Maybe it was just a little smoke and masturbation

Maybe he tried to see how many Arab chicks he could get
Or maybe he killed sum roman businessmen to get rich
Imagine that: Jesus wilin out like a thug
Could be possible if he was as crazy as his cuz was

Johnny-boy the Baptist, that nutty-ass kid
In more ways than one, that dude lost his dirty lid
As an adult, we only know from 30 to 33
Jesus prolly chilled out after his crazy 20’s

[(--LazerScope-->>]

Word to everything, I’ll give ya team pairs of feathered wings
If they wanna test me, not believing that my baretta stings
I’m the leader of the movement like the husband of Coretta King
Martin Luther forced to shoot ya, cuz of the bullshit the cheddar brings
So whether mo’ money or no money, that’s more than enough problems for me
Which means whether stacking it or lacking it, I finally understand Puffy
Niggaz act all gully like money ain’t no object
‘Til they the next prospect to get robbed in they own projects
It’s just nonsense and no logic to niggaz riding around shining
Neck and wrists blinging, showing off they diamonds
In an environment where niggaz is known for dyin’
For one nigga grilling another, and the first nigga ain’t like him
Hungry niggaz get to firing, and now the victim’s life is rewinding
Son got caught slipping, and the hood had to remind him
I guess the moral to this story is when you see dough
Get it ‘til it touch the sky, but please keep ya profile incognito

[(--LazerScope-->>]

Ya'll must be tripping on acid, seeing colors from Benetton
While this general is bringing the rap renaissance
Touch the mic, I blow up like letter bombs or IED's
So niggaz could get smoked quicker than dried bidis
Head spinning, saying hi to flying tweeties
I drop so much shit, ya whole fam could lie in feces
Fuck snipin', I'm a grenade thrower
Tossin' 'em in a hater's hood until the whole shit blow up
I got this rap shit sewn up, like 'Preem did the block
The fifth I call Prince, and he got ya whole team kickin' rocks
Make a quick decision, ock, if a nigga lickin' shots in your direction
Is you gonna pop, dip, or drop?
Nigga, choose choices, or the choices decide for you
Fate's path you end up on in the end just might floor you
So, stay loyal, and like Cube, be Tru 2 da game
Before niggaz catch up to you, and put two through ya brain

[4anybody...]

4any, divinity, speaking in tongues
leavin onlookers stunned and tribesmen beatin on drums
The god-like scum, ever generous with my funds
handing out 1's to strippers who'll give birth to gang sons

4any the ravager, hons aint safe when im on the hunt
The married lady charmer whose only goal is lots of cu--fun!
While college kids be takin bong hits and burnin nag champa
im steady slayin flousies like im the campus jeffrey dahmer

But i want girls in wool coats, scarfs and felt hats
Cuz i've had plenty with tats, nikes and Baby Phat
I mean crap its hard 2 find one who don't like smokin chron
Who don't get her drink on, who keeps her thinking on

The dumb, bum, egomaniac with an inferiority complex
who says hes disciplined and moral but still writes bad checks
i been hexed by these brujas disguised in beauty
These are the manic-depressive thots of 4anybody

[(--LazerScope-->>]

Since semen, my mind's been reeling with demons
I'm believing, they're seeking to stop my breathing
They want me breeding, Hellish spawns...
After copulating with dimes pieces known for rocking horns
Threatening my essence, cuz my soul shines like fluoresence
So only my smartness can refute the darkness
But I feel as if it's the sixties, and I'm a hated Marxist
Under the scope of the military who wanna make me a carcass
And money's never the farthest...thing from conscience
Though it carries the remnants of sediments
Consumed by broken sentiments, who ended up in tenements
Skin burning, stinking, neither eating nor drinking
Only one thought they thinking...rocks they'll never kick
They embrace that high like socialites wrapped in mink
Not tryna hang myself, but who got the rope? I'm on the brink
Seeing the evil embedded in human beings, but where's the link?

[MCPIII]

L in my mouth, sit back in my bath and think,
how I don't take L's, I burn them,
like Lady Macbeth,
washing the ashes away in my bathroom sink,
Loosing my mind as I grow from a child to a man,
use to think anything was possible,
but I began to realize I am still a slave to the Man,
cash rules everything around me
including myself,
so even if i get the wealth in my life,
will I finally be ruling myself,
if i trust in the riches,
will i be fooling myself,
all these eternal thoughts come from,
the schooling of myself,
its easier for a camel to get thru the eye of a needle,
for a feeble man to have the "right" eye to see thru my riddles.

[4anybody...]

Never been more ready, my heart’s never been more heavy
And no amount of liq is gonna keep me in a reverie
I’m the every-man w/ a thought-out plan
Bandana on my forehead and a pistol in my hand

Cuz this child of god’s been running out of luck
It’s been worse each day, now I just don’t give a fuck
Drunk-praying midnight in the park just doesn’t work anymore
And I cant find work either—that’s what this gun’s for

I’m a grown man and they keep my wage at minimum
And there’s no more pleasure from fucking hoes that look like cinnamon
Black jeans, white tee and a bottle of rum
But this ain’t about stickin up fools for their mon’

This is about ending doubt, going out with a bang
Leaving my body lifeless, liberated from pain
I’ve tried it all—and there’s no way I’m getting locked up
They’ll have to put me down to get rid of this mutt

[MCPIII]

send shots, so I can administer to the world my vaccination,
new creation by sinister perforation, the declaration,
is for an independantly owned world by one nation,
under god that they created, indivisible, under the guise,

liberty and justice for all, but impermissible, to these eyes,
devised something ill, a plan to unleash disease, famine and kill,
to control the general population, they had to instill a cell
for isolation, until they reep the benefits of all this education,

sedation-sadistic, domination-hedonistic, deformation-simplistic,
thats how they gained control of this whole shit,
history gets its writ, from those who survive to tell,
past is futurastic, which means this world is past- void, back to hell

fell from grace, deception, is all over the place, and now we chase,
everything far from chaste, embrace the hate, the anger, the hurt,
pervert the world so much so, that it doesn't even work,
we can't revert back to something we still are, inert barbarians.

[S..]

I get my "lazer scope" and "shine one" on "logic" which seems "suspect"//
my rhymes cook up like "patti" la belle, hell yall just "krumbs" of "bre" cheese in mustard//
yall tracks taste horrid, wouldnt even "T-Rade" so behave or get played//
you a vet and aint got 1 hit yet! but they say you "ill, mental!" but i bet//
even if you got to advertising your tracks "4anybody" people'll get rid of the posters before the glue set!//
soon to be a madd rapper that quit the shit and started up a pub or bar//
not saying your jealous but why the sign "i bar fly" fellas above the bar//
yet nas comes through with "GodSonAcrossTheBelly" and you hear ya "Saviors Breath"//
Ya beg for a deal, screaming get the "mike esco", even beg for a meal, but he begs for the real//
so until you start up again and sharpen up, smarten up and then get ya ends//
yall wont clutch benji's, "you's the best" clear ya ears "whose the best" ya meant me//
thats "stylifunk", i open up the trunk and the only thing ya get pumped with is bass/
with fly shit i double up like mase, yall dont wanna taste unadulterated hot shizz//
thats the venom of the end of the pen, dont make me write it again//
im gettin tired, yall gettin fired so ima just warm down, smoke so much grass my lawns wild!//
im born with power, yall petrified of my style stuttering is... is he gone now?//


haha sorry if pronounced any of yall names wrong!

[Logic]

haha good shit man

thought it was a diss til i kept reading and shit, real creative

[S..]

Y'all fear whats not explained, then never try to understand - what a tradegy//
without reading believing magically your vocabulary will increase its capacity//
so as the truth is relative treat these words like family as it saddens me to see//
so many blind souls only letting visual experiences improve their personality//
this matters to me as these leave their opinion without clarity thinking irrationally//
never having the words to mean what they say then they get mad at me//
for debating, i werent hating just discussing, yall should trust in the dictionary//
if your concerned to learn then you can earn plus then you could be understanding me//
language creates societies plan to be without greed, language has immortality//
yet filled with life language writes to excite and inform and can create a quicker scene//
language stays attached to me and many then to not get rid of me creates polygamy//
language gets us thinking, from facts to fictions it never ceases to interupt//
my train of thought stops, but could it go on without the words to back em up?//
i guess not so i try to rack em up, as many as i can from nouns to conjunctions//
they all have a function, as do we, play our roles of power whether with or without//
never have a doubt that if you cant shout, speak or listen, then there's no human mission//

[MCPIII]

a bitch said "deeper", I began to think, "any deeper,
you'll be fucked" so I replied, "this ship is bound to sink",
I pulled out, cooled out, I was in over my head, it wasn't
on my shoulders, no doubt, told her, "this situation been flacky"

thinking to myself, went way past her head and shoulders,
she says, "think about waking up to a cup of me like Foldgers",
laugh to myself, spoke candindly, "Not all the tea in china can fix this,
nor all their soldiers. It's not you, it's me, sorry, its really over"

The worst part was she wasn't even upset, she said slowly,
"You can't forget something you never knew", i looked at her,
spoke without my heart, "Chick you already knew, I was just, playing,
my part", then it occurred, a man, was what she was trying to infer

from the start, I was tearing that apart, first, looking for insurance,
met, gave her all reassurance, bet, pussy was so alluring, sirens,
couldn't get me out of my bay bay, but now I'm looking for my lady,
left with, "if you seek, you'll find, better luck next time, im out"

[hardCore]

gonhorhea grammar, three pink eyes
my chessboard consists of two queens
a righteous piece and one king wise
i’m the black face the eye in the sky eyes
unwise f.b. eyes try and find me but i'm
high in a sky rise
can’t flee, a dot on a grid
they tracking me through my phone calls and credit cards
can’t speak to my close kin
shadows in the dark are my close friends
rely on paper money, paranoid
yo, is my God hating on me
my only peers are three or four engineers
my iq is eq'd in stereo to enter you inner ears
long ago when i would speak from the stage
i felt an X on me
Malcolm, a target for a hit with a 12 gage
my message in a bottle is all rage
bills are paper shackles
ain't no emancipation, we all slaves
escape the plantations at night
and like kunte, they'll do ya
instead of feet they'll cut off your lights

[(--LazerScope-->>]

My brain roams like cellphone minutes
Hell toned lyrics, displays the quickness that I think with
Me and the mic's relationship you can't sink it
It be the same niggaz you drink with, that wanna poison you
So you gotta keep ya eye on what ya boys'll do
Cuz these days there's only a loyal few
Thinking they royal too, so they wanna play you like a joker
Smoke ya, whether you moving weight like Oprah
Or losing weight from smoking up coka
Jealousy even infiltrates the cosa nostra
So ask yaself, how far, will you go for a dollar?
Would you sleep with the wife of ya partner?
Would you bounce on the bitch if she got pregnant
And for the rest of ya life be ducking karma?
The shit's cyclical, so lemme know where you stand
And if ya answer's incorrect, you ain't my man....

[4anybody...]

depression...
plus determination, coming up with a plan
drinking watered-down jail coffee at 5 am
deciding where i will go, how i will get there
who i can depend on, if anyone cares


read a book that night to exercise my mind
a few hours of escape from thinking about my stupid crime
how i was justified cuz im hungry and broke
i been puttin in crazy work and still have rags for clothes

while all these assholes 'round me with their suits and cars
never hurt like me, never had to cover scars
imagine a guitar, my brother played it with dreams
now we're both in institutions, no one coulda seen

grandma put money on my books, but i won't get it for a week
doing pushups with some crooks, trade for a perc so i can sleep
i'll never claim to be deep but i do have motivation
tho may very well be crazier than christ in "last temptation"

[MCPIII]

I don’t snatch chains, I snatch mics,
Even the King’s wanna be like Mike, pow,
made you famous, now, stop knocking at my door,
use to be humble, until I became to raw,

couldn’t help myself, smelt myself, felt myself,
masturbated with words, still coming,
with the hand I dealt myself, I’m going all in,
pot committed, had to make that call again,

mind racing, was taught not to follow those stars,
but my destiny’s caught up in those cards,
trying not to push my luck, fuck, life’s not worth
living, for given, in God we trust,

lust in the finer things, on the road to the riches,
and diamond rings, rob frost, to get my point across,
disparity gap, looked past, the road less traveled,
but it has made all the difference

[GodsonAcrossTheBelly]

In a room foggy from indo rain beadin soggy up my window
bumpin cuts thas uptempo but oddly i let them spin slow
holding on ta every word harder than my dreams suspended on this thin rope
tied to a thin hope through my "Pain/Pane" the light is just a dim joke
Jim n coke keep me more company than my kinfolk its like my soul bin sold
cold aint never even bin cold if u take a look into my window my window

my window...
Shilloutes popin past it shadows casted on my wall that is plastered
wit all of my favorite rappers rockin the latest favorite fashions
My visual interpertations have you like you tasted acid flavors blastin
the music of my neighbors laughin and gaspin relieves the pain its asprin
the blurry moon lookin not blue but very yellow aspen spinin in the air very acrobatic
i hear hello? askin during late night celluar telephone chattin n yappin
in a world full or action my windows got me trapped in, while im nappin
im trapped in a dream with MARTIN not the one actin Its first names ASTON
but before i can reach the gas pedal n tap it and feel satisfaction my head cameras open flashin
showin recorded images of the entrance to my attic damn aint my window a bastard

[(--LazerScope-->>]

Ayo...

The sun blesses the epidermis of this wordsmith
As I head into the cornerstore for a purchase
Come out with a Dutch, and a lighter that I G'd
Roll up and blaze, thinking priceless thoughts from the weed
Then I proceed, to push the whip to my man's crib
I see the kid E Roc over there, he just landed
From doing 3, and already he getting ski'd
Talking that funny money shit, and some nigga he gotta bleed
I shake my head, this nigga still lost in the darkness
Always lacked common smartness, no wonder he became a target
Just another NY nigga, hating on the south
'Til them boys that push them dunks, put the joint up in his mouth
Son had no mother, no father, just hoes that he called mama
A beat up beatbox he kept next to a rusty llama
Son could never trust in karma, he was mired in the mud
Just another old, broke thug, lost, and wired on them drugs.....

[narothedon]

ayo i write sloppy cuz my minds faster than my hand can be
but im like rocky my hands faster than a man can see
in actuality, you wont find many as sick
i got venemous sentences watch how many i spit
ayo plus i know where to get that dro
i got x's with o's, i call it tic tac toe
its not a game tho, the way i shine
i'll be damned if cats say it aint my time
cats wanna buy the bar?
i'll sell 16 of mine, cuz they album is eh without that fire from nar
never am i below par
i am a star, let it be known
what i chase aint ever the thrown
its more so a place where i can rant and rave
plus get paid, smoke a little plant in the shade
and thats till the grave, ayo pass me the ace of spades

[(--LazerScope-->>]

I don't believe in false prophets, spittin' misinformed logic
Just to fatten their pockets
I'll flatten their markets, where they buy and sell
Lies that disguise the truths their eyes'll tell
I think they wanna rise up Hell, like Run DMC's 3rd effort
Moses commandments disrespected
Ayo check it, it's on the TV you watch and blogs you read
No number of watchers could calm this beast
It's armed to teeth, with ammunition
To shoot down a pious man in a right position
So I rep with righteous wisdom, tryna ignite the system
'Til it burns and it's embers float in the wind
Somebody open my skin, with a rusty razor
And witness the germs floating within my protoplasm
While ya'll bust quick on the mic like porn orgasms
I spit hot shit deeper than volcanic chasms

[4anybody...]

perusin' illusions to end our confusion
or not and stay drop top beamer cruisin'
hope ur never losin and if ur doin the bruisin's
i pray that that's exactly what ur choosin

these visions of the truth--of reality making
of Jamaicans exploited by high interest and world banking
im thanking that i'm not confused anymore
but its stressful to know that im either food or a whore

my eye knows no limits, im light years beyond gimmicks
a product of horrendous events--fuck paying rent--they took it from my soul
since i was 1 day old till im boxed up and cold
this is 4anyone whoever said i wasn't bold

this is the dream, this is my meaning, fly from scene to scene
one gives me green, then im on a team, then alone like a beam...
of light on a pitch black night. Im the whole array...
of what u think, do, or say--nothing's got me forgetting my days

-----------------------------

can i think outside these reasons
when my whole thot process is shaped by these demons?
can i reach inside my reason
to find a part of me, still pristine, to give u something to believe in?

im leaving--never come home ever again
cuz it's been a home of pain, torture and...
death. my journey began dozens of years ago
this is just a little pit stop on the road

i c whats man-made--i c what's called grace
take me past that and i will b tru to the human race
all i achieve--all i deceive
the wordless warrior--i dont expect u to bereave

i took my faint faith to the main stage
the fearless alone page, the cheerless sane way
by forgetting all ive learned and integrating it whole
by leaving my past and make a new mold

[(--LazerScope-->>]

Psycopath, sociopath, schizophrenic, manic depressive
I throw money like confetti to make this occassion festive
Yes it's, the specialist in seeing men die
Put the spud on the shotty and you can have some french fries
A welsh dies, if his money or his life's wagered
Cuz to bet me, you never got enough paper
A daily caker, getting brains in Turks & Cacos
From the bitch u tried to handcuff cuz you knew I would take her
But nigga, keys open doors, and keys open whores' legs
While you get found in bed, next to a horse's head
It's the Godfather like Michael, and ya'll better tell the whole truth
For you get shot up like Sonny tryna drive thru that toll booth
I'm an old youth, which means a young'in with a grown mind
And if ya'll niggaz is spitting crazy, well then, I flow wine
Yes it's so fine, I kill hours to seconds in no time
If that shit ya'll spit "bumps", then my rhymes just "snow lines".....

[MCPIII]

its crazy to think most of the crimes committed goes by unpunished,
unpublished by those who cause it and judge it,
people yell, point fingers and scream when someone steals,
kills for chump change, deals, does drugs to change their surroundings,
but its chill, trill to vote that person in, sanction him to do the mass murderin?
we selling it, you buying it, demands there, we supplying it,
you helping to say the least, hungry wolves in the skin of sheep,
feeding people to the belly of the beast, third eye open must keep,
especially before and after Yoda speaks, usually its that potent pure uncut speech,
the invisible hand, is that the man? universally known as lincoln, jackson, franklin,
reagon found legal ways to make us slaves again, root of all evil, statistically,
my forefathers were probably doing better than me, damn,
but its not the snake but the skin he in, can feed your dogs
and seek justice for them. my people dying, mostly justus,
and you vacationing, saying we have excuses, what excuses you got for him,
jail sentences instead of educating them? i mean really why try it,
history repeats itself and historys past biased, ohh wait,
to be heard we have to stick to the game, spit through the wires,
portray the image you love to hate, we live it, who's eating it up, whats on your plate.....

[(--LazerScope-->>]

Ain't no debates, if's, and's, or but's about it
So many voices in my head I swear my brain's overcrowded
My multiple personality disorder has overcrowded
The entire game, even non-believers wont' doubt it
My cash has amounted, to well over hundreds of thousands
If ya'll niggaz got boulders in ya ears, then I must be rockin' mountains
Fuck the Silence of the Lambs, nigga, I am the LOUDEST
I ate a 1000 Hannibal Lecters raw...I am the PROUDEST!!
My stare a glare that's real crooked like I'm watching out-of-towners
I stay hyped on the mic even if I swallowed downers
Pimpin' is a game as old as Hell to me like rounders
I choke emcees out and watch 'em struggle to breathe like drowners
L's the foulest, in love with violence
Never had thoughts of love or tolerance
My supreme dominance, is about to come to prominence
Emcees should just surrender, lay flat, and embrace Providence....

[MCPIII]

the harder i fall, the harder i ball, even mike jordan
slipped, sipped on some sizzurp, check, got to go to
wizzork, check, so fuck it, check, smoke another L,
don't take them, i serve them L's like the DMV,
serving long lines waiting for me, check, hating on me,
only makes me like Joseph, peep, different colors,
different strokes, different brothers, sell me to my enemy
i'll see a different hope, flood the block if its a drought,
white man fueling us all, no doubt, going to war,
just soo they can try to resell me my house,
a different dream, a different scene, blind mice,
ima different mouse, don't like rats but i like
to stick close to those mickeys, and for all you killers,
i roll wit, wit it, pull it out on em, right out of my dickeys,
get wit me or just get lost, love turning you apple head
niggas into apple sauce, get lost in the sauce ofcourse

[MCPIII]

so pure- yet so obscure- like smelling
the scent of something- so demure
take another wiff- just to be sure matured
to the finest taste- rest reassured- like a

restuarant- whats on your plate- ate past
your fill- but still doggy bags make it- home
don't want the whole bottle- just a sip will do
dang now i'm lost- s**** what about you?

came here with my friends- now im looking for them
will the mayhem end?- its hot about that season
comes around goes around- thats a good enuff reason
i know im thievin- stealing the game- but still

thats good business- so its all the same- pirates i guess
go by different names- fame is cool- but respect is better
a good reputation- call me captain give me my ship
i'll fare better- ask the truth and what makes him legit

[gctool]

im mellow with the magic masked with some makin
rappins my habbit its how i make it happen
out last and out fast like the rebel che
forever pray that tommorow'll be a better day
i feel i work hard real with the words god
and everyday you reveal where the herbs are
think tank, i give thanks on a river bank
would you flood us with water to see us when we sank
im just a poet i flow with my god given strength
i know im made for a reason like laws bein breaked
i skate on ice playin hockey right stayin cocky
but reserved put all my heart in these words
i like birds and i watch them off with they flock n'
find the ones i like 'n introduce em to my.........
rappins what they call it i just make it happen

[(--LazerScope-->>]

The rap game today is less than a small threat
Cuz the true meaning of "swag" is S.tuff W.e A.ll G.et
Most rappers, more or less
Couldn't rap themselves out a paper bag that's all wet
Put ya money on my words and that's a sure bet
Let ya honey hear my words and mos def she all wet
'Scope the one that's the target of jealousy
So I spit flame at these bitch lames quite hellish-ly
Don't even know what the word "perish" mean
When I get hearts racing like witnessses of matches and kerosene
Spit it deeper than the devil's mezzanine
While ya'll impostors more see thru than cellophane
Game over for you lame soldiers
On ya graves I piss out a whole case of Corona
Run laps 'round ya'll like at champ at Daytona
Ya'll got oil for hands playing with a flamethrower....

[MCPIII]

lifes all questions and deaths the answer
I'd tell you certainly dress to impress this
rehearse shall be the live thing no resets
continues wish i could click pause rewind

that back regrets relapse so many times
cant say i ever quit flows forever green how
ever green goes seasoned same scene alcohol
mixed satifies fires can burn slow systematically

automitcally affords anything goes beings take more
than they need to live thats how they get big n grow
seeing pictures the life i would love to live so God please
forgive me as I lay down to sleep I pray the Lord my Lord

my soul to keep and as i as i lie down to sleep i pray the Lord
my Lord that i get i get more don't sow better than i reap
my soul to keep and as i as i lie down to sleep i pray the Lord
my Lord that i get i get more don't sow better than i reap

[MCPIII]

this is my playground where i play around
appetite is insatuable always have a hungry mouth
feed me b feed me c more see more coming out
my litte shop of horrors will throw you thru a loop

ehhh with fiasco's people usually dumb it down
i'd rather go west people gone wild what he don' say now
really tho black doesn't go with a white house
no mix like oil and vinegar like water and rocks

im serious segregate sinister venacular spectacle
spectaculor suspended suspenseful plot ploy sums see
be salty some sea fresh man mentalitity shining young playing
chess time tearing tears getting mine out of hells gripe grip

my soul to keep and as i as i lie down to sleep i pray the Lord
my Lord that i get i get more don't sow better than i reap
my soul to keep and as i as i lie down to sleep i pray the Lord
my Lord that i get i get more don't sow better than i reap

[MCPIII]

they want to put me in a box and i just dont fit
want me to end it all stop but i just wont quit
sit on the toilet for the same old shit i mean really
this is as easy as it gets lets forget how we feel

make it all nice and proper like drop our own
only to receive the vice they like grips on your life
to keep you precise atleast dead on their target
market regardless reaping benefits they took no part in

who starting im just driving this mobile we move on
but yet we stand still man kill man off of what i sow
they make their dreams a field cropped yield to corn
whatever you want balls in your court decided to punt

my soul to keep and as i as i lie down to sleep i pray the Lord
my Lord that i get i get more don't sow better than i reap
my soul to keep and as i as i lie down to sleep i pray the Lord
my Lord that i get i get more don't sow better than i reap

[MCPIII]

I know I have problems thats not the issue
how to solve them is the part that always gets you
you have the answer but need to show the equation
lifes the strict senior professor when it comes to grading

im behaving with a lack of motivation
tired of these lesson plans I want to swim
i am tired of weiding contemplating
if i should go all in with a suit or bare skin

its cold but than again ohhh baby i like it raw
tired of sitting looking at the chalkboard mad board
what for some lady to give you life's tour encored
when living it yourself you learn gain so much more

my soul to keep and as i as i lie down to sleep i pray the Lord
my Lord that i get i get more don't sow better than i reap
my soul to keep and as i as i lie down to sleep i pray the Lord
my Lord that i get i get more don't sow better than i reap

[MCPIII]

so what if i sow good ill still land on the moon
shoot for them stars death is the only thing
you really earn sitting on the bench they telling me
learn whatever you see do it the best burn

don't be scared have no concern give and take
live and for keys to the gate only you like uncle sam
came from bam bam to boom pop sleeping will wake up
or nah lifes just stopped avator how many bodies you got

clones copies cold war comrades satellites sea like SS hitler
might as well be a gamer a spartan a soldier like spawn
with ransom hells army will hold you when a superhero
i guess your families gone or if its there you have a good i.d.

my soul to keep and as i as i lie down to sleep i pray the Lord
my Lord that i get i get more don't sow better than i reap
my soul to keep and as i as i lie down to sleep i pray the Lord
my Lord that i get i get more don't sow better than i reap
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[MCPIII]

for me this is therapy sipping on some yak
mixed with some green tea boil toil burn and bubble
i think someone is about to get into some trouble
which craft i don't know if they hate or love you

but still on top have to look up and down am i
above you below who bestows clues like God
for a reason we have things we have to go through
i like it i want more too not my j o b but still i

volunteer making a new frontier like manifest
destiny life is like chess to me look at here
moves made now its checkmate king me accept
fate late never always on my own time shown mine

now they like i should have folded i could win
with pocket nines up the ante forgo the blind
i was told never mine but i payed no mind until
the shine had me slipping like wax on wax off