All Purpose Rhyme Thread

[Mic E]

This thread is for emcee's who want to post more then 16 bars or less then 16. The 16 Bar Thread is a great thread and now there is a thread to post any number of bar's you want. I got permission to start this thread, I hope I explained its purpose clearly.

[Don Julio]

I approve of this thread.

The 16 bar thread seemed self explanatory and I know that Mike has stuff that stretches pages at times...

So I thought it would be best to have a separate thread for people who have stuff that is over or under the 16 bar mark...

[Don Julio]

When I'm spittin' bars, I like to spit ferocious
Too many spitters got their silly dreams of showbizz
I'd like to think that I still have some fire to breath forth
My rhymes will be so cold, that you'll have to flee north

Why scribble 16, when I need twenty for my thoughts
Can't contain my feelings to verses, at least not every time
Don't need any guns, nor bullets, nor drugs, nor glocks
Been hip-hoping since 02, and I know the world is mine

Been spitting with Mike, providing many lethal injections
Provoke even the wildest cats to have computer screen erections
It's not that I got a problem with completion, or any of the sort
I just know that when I write my rhymes, I weld the executioner's sword

Mike be trippin' sometimes, because he's fridged up in Great White North
Frozen lakes, frozen ponds, and yet his words will still scorch
If you didn't know any better, his words are etched with a blown torch
He'd be able to burn down your house and leave you with your porch

Too many verses filled with conceit and nonsense
Not enough poets to inspire the conscience
Reading through "Young Jeezy" rhymes is of a high offense
Open up your minds and step up the confidence

[Mic E]

Awesome shit man. Glad I inspired you to come out retirement. I'll be postin' shit like crazy in a hour or so.

[Mic E]

You're readin' the words of a reformed drug addict/
Use to pop speed and bounce around like rabbits/
Then one day I woke up and chose to break the habit/
My rhymes were sufferin', my brain had finally had it/

Or was I too late, 'cause my brain's still achin'/
Been off'em for a minute but my hands still shakin'/
Is it withdrawls or are my nerves just shot/
'Cause even the smallest shit makes me hot/

Plus I seem to take everythin' the wrong way/
Hear myself always tellin' people 'I've had a long day'/
Maybe it was a mistake for me to put my bong away/
Even though I know my problems have never gone away/

The drugs just free'd my mind to think on'em more/
Help me find more ways to call my mom's a whore/
Why the fuck I ever start takin' fuckin' drugs man/
'Cause now I got bigger problems like owin' my drug man/


Straight off the dome. Was typin' the lines as they came to me. Decided to turn this into a full rap. So it's too be continued well I work on it.

also hopefully more people drop rhymes in this thread, so I don't feel like a idiot postin' by myself.


and I see the irony of my first post in my own thread bein' 16 Bars too.

[vexed less]

I approve of this thread.


Who the fuck is u nigga?....
like ur approval means anything......stick to the general forum.
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[Mic E]

Was that post even needed there vexed/
Make the shit rhyme next time it's texted/

[T-rade]

Vexed got you mad, i see you/
But actually, he's good people

[vexed less]

laughin at ur wack rhymes man....

....Mike think he that dude who got skills wid rappin,/
but aint no cat whos hot gets propped by a fat man,/ (lol...Mess u betta stay hidden)
mouth closed, no noise; how u should have kept it,
bury this bitch, flinch from them throws im directin,
i sick man....
cant compare, no competitors,/
aint no comparisons,/
condenders cant win, them i embarrass man,/
rhymes wack, ex-crack head, kid admitted the shit,
tyrone-ass nigga, suckin dick for that shit,
wat to do now? no response needed, Mike be scared,/
fuck a faggot nigga who think up a wack ass thread./.....

[T-rade]

Vex, now don't get offensive/
Cuz beef wasn't what Mike ment to/

[Mic E]

Nah dude it was X and speed/
You can't rhyme and you can't read/
T's right I didn't want beef, but I'll eat it/
I'll wipe him up 'cause thats how ya treat shit/
Scared? Yeah I'm sittin' here shakin'/
I'd say that I'm damn near quakin'/
Ha, Ha yeah maybe only in your dreams/
'Cause thats the only place you'd make me scream/
Vex just remember that you started shit/
And come witt somethin' more then retarded spit/

[vexed less]

why would u reply with that?
wastin my time with nuthin thats pure wackness....
damn son....definantly keep ur day job.
even u know that wasnt worth the time it took to type.
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[Mic E]

I know man. But I had to respond and that's all i could come up with at the time. Like I said beef wasn't intended. I don't think it totally sucked, but oh well. I ain't about to stop postin' rhymes. My battle sword just a bit rusty.

[vexed less]

…lackin skill, acting dum foreal… wid them rhymes; so embarrassin,
comment that shit?, fuck u lucky if I even laugh at thum,
waste of time, i read ya rhyme,/
ill degrade u but be grateful i let u think ur worth me replyin,/
….
teach u how its done, learn u lessons; get u taught,/
the sort to leave u short, wack raps i distort,/
my stlyes wild, tales I tell be rel different,
Mike be light or feather-weight; a judgement thats definant,
….
lame Rookie, gay looking,/
this fiend can smell its straight crack im cookin,/
let u figure whether u can game with the king, man.. I just shook him,/

[vexed less]

waste of time, i read ya rhyme,/
ill degrade u but be grateful i let u think ur worth me replyin,/


^^^Damn.... straight fire man

[Mic E]

Vexed your so serious, you need to chill/
I stop usin' but dog I'll get you some pills/

there ya go dude

[vexed less]

^^^lol...nice...
u cool Mike....name be Vexed though..wid the 'ed'
peace

[illmental]

I made my pact with satan/sold my soul for facist tactics and dogmatic theories of master races/mentally masterbaing ill the master racist/genocide's existence is justified no witness to testify to the hague for the years of ethnic cleansing and enslavement/bodies spread on the pavement discolored and bloated this is Bosnia I'm Slovodon Milosovic/I got fully loaded clips and ferocious cliques on sum soldier shit/any burdern I'll shoulder it for the good of the cause/and I'd rather die on the battlefield with my boots on than behind bars/I'm a general with 99stars and a chest fulla metals death's head skeleton on my hat turned back/projects are concentration camps for blacks/and the lack of cash is the star of david on a patch that'll take ur ass there fast/no questions asked no answers given/like penacillin to Mrs. Evans' boys this aint no Tuskeegee experiment this is a mental war for survival/I'm the nonAmerican idol leaving my rivals/with vital organs stopped/and I'm still the livest botched abortion or not

[Mic E]

This is some old shit I found on another forum I go to:

“Nothin' Better To Do, So I Wrote A Rap"(Rap #1)
Sittin' here typin' as these words enter my vision/
Picturin' a different life and path but the same mission/
To escape a life in some run down project division/
Before I grab a knife and make one fatal incision/
Suicidal thoughts have overtook my brain/
Slowly but surely they're drivin' me insane/
I'm a real man why can't I take the pain?/
Am I weak minded? Or just livin' in vain?/
It's time for me to decide my own fate/
Either I'll end it all or keep on goin' straight/
Straight where? I don't really have a fuckin' clue/
Don't believe in heaven, hell or an afterlife dude/
So what am I gonna do? What the fuck would do?/
I'll leave that up to you and I'll be back in a few/

I ain't tryin' to post boast or anythin', but I got alot of rhymes to post here.

“Nothin' Better To Do, So I Wrote A Rap"(Rap #2)
I say shit just for shits and giggles,
But I say shit straight no fuckin' riddles.
Say what I gotta say when I gotta fuckin' say it,
Don't really give a shit how much attention ya'll pay it.
But thinkin' ya'll better muthafuckers better save it,
For ya'll become dead bodies layin' on the pavement.
Decapitate ya'll and put ya'll heads on wooden stakes,
Up in front of your cribs just for thinking’ I'm a fake.
Or spittin' shit just for the fuckin' spittin' sake,
I'm constantly spittin', never taken a spittin' break.
Even when my rhymes don't make sense I'm the best,
Lyrically minded with the ability to kill 50 Cent and the rest.
I'm like JigSaw the way I make people kill'em selves,
'Cause battlin' me's death, keep their heads on my trophy shelf.
I got no competetion, I'm standin' all alone,
Won't somebody, anybody throw this dog a bone.
I want somebody, anybody to step to my thrown,
This time just bring verbal bullets not sticks and stones

[Mic E]

again don't mean to post boast or nothin'.


Untitled(Fucked Around)
My whole life I've done nothin' but fucked around/
High School dropout with nowhere to go but down/
Been tryin' to smile lately but can't help but frown/
Tryin' to express myself with some verbs and nouns/
But can't find the right one's to say what I want to say/
To explain all the shit I seen, felt and how much it weighs/
The shit in my life I wouldn't wish upon my worst enemy/
I started rappin' to help take some of the shit off of me/
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When I'm spittin' it's like I've got a split personality complex/
'Cause I tend to say shit I wouldn't normal say, it's like a reflex/
It appears automatically when the situation makes it required/
It's the half that gets used when there's beef or when I'm inspired/
Inspired to start shit and spread my verbal flames like wildfire/
But sometimes that side doesn't think when it's spittin' satire/
It doesn't realize if it gets shot then my side will also expire/
'Cause unlike G-Unit I say shit without some bulletproof attire/
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Sometimes I get the personalities mixed up at the wrong times/
Like when I'm dealin' with family members or with blonde dimes/
'Cause when the other one is used it tends to lead to bad crimes/
But it ain't bein' used right now 'cause this ain't another mad rhyme/
This is just a break from the battle raps I've been doin' lately/
Now I'll switch to my other side and wait for ya'll to frustrate me/

[(--LazerScope-->>]

Alright, this is some shit I wrote about 3 years ago. Any feedback is appreciated:

I once promised, never to go up against the grain
But once again of course, the knowlede of dollars forced
A nigga's thoughts to change
For survival, not fame, had to perfect my aim
FUCK "protect my chain", I let it hang out
Walked up in the club, buzzin', ice grillin' you niggaz, like,
"You want somethin', cuzzin'? We coudl bang out"
Until the cops come rushin' by the dozens, and all the patrons ran out
So, sheeeit, my patience, done ran out, and ya'll in some SHIT now
I'll burn ya crib down, and crash into ya man's house
Put the four pound to ya crown while you sleepin' on ya man's couch
And ask you, "What now?!"
Oh ya'll sick? Well like diseased trees ya'll emcees could get cut down, quick
Please believe me!
The lumberjack of rap got a hunger to watch them numbers stack
Never slack, whenever I confront the wack
Crushin' competition with over a ton of raps
While most cats more "assed out" than a plumber's crack!

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[Bre]

Fake fucks I'll hit you so hard that the air around you got bruises
Smack you back to reality, now where are your bling houses and landcruisers?
Nowhere to be found just like the reality in your lyrics
You shouldnt have relied on gimmicks to protect your image
Should have protect yourself from emerging dangers
Like Bre, now your finished like the power rangers
Fuck your appereance on anything possible
And fuck everything you think's logical

[Mic E]

Alright, this is some shit I wrote about 3 years ago. Any feedback is appreciated:

I once promised, never to go up against the grain
But once again of course, the knowlede of dollars forced
A nigga's thoughts to change
For survival, not fame, had to perfect my aim
FUCK "protect my chain", I let it hang out
Walked up in the club, buzzin', ice grillin' you niggaz, like,
"You want somethin', cuzzin'? We coudl bang out"
Until the cops come rushin' by the dozens, and all the patrons ran out
So, sheeeit, my patience, done ran out, and ya'll in some SHIT now
I'll burn ya crib down, and crash into ya man's house
Put the four pound to ya crown while you sleepin' on ya man's couch
And ask you, "What now?!"
Oh ya'll sick? Well like diseased trees ya'll emcees could get cut down, quick
Please believe me!
The lumberjack of rap got a hunger to watch them numbers stack
Never slack, whenever I confront the wack
Crushin' competition with over a ton of raps
While most cats more "assed out" than a plumber's crack!

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Nice work lazerscope. That endin' is ill.

[T-rade]

Fake fucks I'll hit you so hard that the air around you got bruises
Smack you back to reality, now where are your bling houses and landcruisers?
Nowhere to be found just like the reality in your lyrics
You shouldnt have relied on gimmicks to protect your image
Should have protect yourself from emerging dangers
Like Bre, now your finished like the power rangers
Fuck your appereance on anything possible
And fuck everything you think's logical

Wow, gotta prop that, it's some immortal technique shit

[Mic E]

Back to drop a few bar's of madness/
Emotionally I got scar's from sadness/
I swear as a kid I couldn't have had less/
Use to be told I was lucky to have a mattress/
Rap's stress relief from my fucked up life/
Can't count how many times I've had a knife/
Restin' on my wrist ready to end it/
Life's short this ain't how I want to spend it/
What did I do to deserve all this bullshit/
If I had a gun, I swear the trigger I'd pull it/
Maybe this is all just a really bad nightmare/
Maybe I'm stupid 'cause I doubt anyone might care/

wow that ain't good at all. Sounded good while I said it. Don't read too good though.

[Mic E]

Just wrote this:

I’ll beat ya so bad you’ll be addicted to pain/
You’ll need physical therapy to make ya sane/
I’ll beat ya down everyday, you can call me doctor/
Got a PHD in fightin’ and I’m a Pro at soccer/
Feel me, I’m skinny white boy who’ll kick your ass/
Been small my whole life, had to learn or be the past/
Trust me, you don’t wanna judge this book cover/
Witt out flippin’ through my pages or askin’ others/
What Mike’s REALly about, before you really find out/
True to my spit, true to this shit, I ain’t just puttin’ rhymes out/

[(--LazerScope-->>]

Vulgar with the murder, word up
Herd up you emcees I never heard of like cattle
Then battle 'til even ya mama's hurt up
L's fire? Sho'nuff, while others flow sucks, like hoes
Cuz to me niggaz like wet paper, haters could get ripped up
See? That's why I call 'em "backward blowjobs", cuz those dicks suck! lol

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[Mic E]

Yo, my mind's racin', inner voice sounds like it's pacin'/
Brain's a mess, try to care less, but couldn't care more/
Wantin' this rap shit more, then anythin' I've wanted before/
But I'm stuck in a small town, afraid to fall down/
Wish I had a connection in the game to call now/
Some how get my feet in the booth, under a studio roof/
Give me a beat I'll spit my truth, give pointers to the youth/
But maybe this isn't my path, everybody'll most likely laugh/

[Mic E]

Yo, I'm about to go off the deep end, tired of seein'/
This one girl weepin'. It's effectin' me deeply, ain't sleepin'/
About to snap, grab a gat, and bust of a dozen caps/
Knock her ex out witt a ball bat, bitch? shouldn't of called her that/
This is more then rap, dog I'm gonna put your brains in your lap/
Use to respect this cat, but now it's gone and ain't comin' back/
Tie a rope round your neck witt no slack, bitch are you on crack/
You ain't a man so I'm takin' your ball sack, tie ya to a train track/
Watch ya get dragged under the wheels, fuck man here's the deal/
Leave her alone, let your mouth heel, and your life I won't have to steal/

[(--LazerScope-->>]

Deadly parables about enemies travel off the tip of my tongue
As I'm, grippin' a fifth of hennessy in my left, right hand grippin' the gun
Jewels for u cats? Yeah, I'm slippin' u some
Like, if u ain't a thug then play ya role, and don't be wishin' u one
But since this spittin' begun, it's like reps rest in the sea's depths
And everybody's fishin' for one!
Nah son, I suggest, everybody do them
Because it's become a nuisance, to hear about niggaz shootings
And they never even touched a cap gone...That's the shit that got me mad, son
Nobody's a gangsta, but every mu'fucka wanna act one!
Their raps? Dumb! Point blank, period
Don't they know there are topics that they could spit by the myriad?
Besides the killings, drug dealings, and project buildings
They could rhyme about good living, righteous women, and teach children
But I guess negativity sells, and everybody's out for delf...
So I say peace to young listeners of hip hop, without parent or help

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[Mic E]

My minds losin' control of my thoughts/
Brains shot feelin' my nerves gettin' hot/
I'm ready to blow, tempers finally gonna go/
Off on the next poor sap, who's lips flap/
On subjects when they ain't know crap/
I'm tellin' you they lucky that I found rap/
Instead of followin' the trend of bein' strapped/
Swear I'd be in jail right now if not for this shit/
See whenever I'm upset or mad all i do is spit/
Angry thoughts turned into rhymes, like this time/
I'm walkin' a very thin line, tired of actin' like shit's fine/
Like it's all good that I've been disrespected/
Like I'm not suppose to want a dudes head disconnected/
From his body for even thinkin' 'bout talkin' shit/
Havin' his body put in a coffin and lockin' it/
TRUST me I'm talkin' shit, and'll be walkin' it/
Dudes locked up now, but soon he'll be free/
then i'm showin' him just how well he knows me/

[(--LazerScope-->>]

Shoot to kill...dude, the Truth is real
Don't worry about who is ill, you should build
Create thoughts, break off, emcees whose brain's lost
As I walk all over a lame's corpse

[Mic E]

Shoot to kill...dude, the Truth is real
Don't worry about who is ill, you should build
Create thoughts, break off, emcees whose brain's lost
As I walk all over a lame's corpse

In a mood, so dude I'm takin' that as you spittin' rude/
Lost my mind dog, why would you want me gettin' you/
I'll have you sippin' food, homeboy you ain't want none/
Just bought myself a lazorscope for my brand new gun/
Aimin' a red dot at your head, homeboy you dead/
This rap shit ain't a game, you'll regret what you said/
Even if that ain't how ya meant it, that's how I'm takin' it/
Beef's started, lyrics deployed, and bitch you ain't shakin' it/

All in fun lazor.

[(--LazerScope-->>]

In a mood, so dude I'm takin' that as you spittin' rude/
Lost my mind dog, why would you want me gettin' you/
I'll have you sippin' food, homeboy you ain't want none/
Just bought myself a lazorscope for my brand new gun/
Aimin' a red dot at your head, homeboy you dead/
This rap shit ain't a game, you'll regret what you said/
Even if that ain't how ya meant it, that's how I'm takin' it/
Beef's started, lyrics deployed, and bitch you ain't shakin' it/

All in fun lazor.

lol, Aight kid, no doubt....

I see feelings get hurt, so ceilings could get murked
Like the roof of my coupe...And this is the Truth
Say my name boy, and for sure I'll hear it
I got the "pumps" for you bitches...so if the shoe fits, WEAR IT!
Just perish, but get it straight, what u sending, I'm shaking off like coke balance
Through the sieve....that's what I give to you wannabe's with no talent
So ease up, back up off me slowly, the front door's open
U still got a good chance of leavin here without ya whole chest smoking.....

[Mic E]

I see feelings get hurt, so ceilings could get murked
Like the roof of my coupe...And this is the Truth
Say my name boy, and for sure I'll hear it
I got the "pumps" for you bitches...so if the shoe fits, WEAR IT!
Just perish, but get it straight, what u sending, I'm shaking off like coke balance
Through the sieve....that's what I give to you wannabe's with no talent
So ease up, back up off me slowly, the front door's open
U still got a good chance of leavin here without ya whole chest smoking.....


Ain't backin' off one step, in fact I'm advancin' two/
Those first few bullets sent, were only meant to be glancin' you/
I'm a wannabe nothin' but everythin' you want to be/
Don't care who you be, nuttin' you say matters you see/

[(--LazerScope-->>]

Ain't backin' off one step, in fact I'm advancin' two/
Those first few bullets sent, were only meant to be glancin' you/
I'm a wannabe nothin' but everythin' you want to be/
Don't care who you be, nuttin' you say matters you see/

Awww...somebody's about to cry, I'm hearing alotta sniffles
And u sending bullets at me, duke? Well, I'm sending back MISSILES!
Mike, see what happens when ya get too big for ya britches,
And u challenge a dude that make niggaz like you dig they own ditches?
So Imma keep this a half a bar so even YOU can understand....

WARNING: DON'T FUCK WITH ME, MAN!

[Shadowapocalypse]

When I'm spittin' bars, I like to spit ferocious
Too many spitters got their silly dreams of showbizz
I'd like to think that I still have some fire to breath forth
My rhymes will be so cold, that you'll have to flee north

Why scribble 16, when I need twenty for my thoughts
Can't contain my feelings to verses, at least not every time
Don't need any guns, nor bullets, nor drugs, nor glocks
Been hip-hoping since 02, and I know the world is mine

Been spitting with Mike, providing many lethal injections
Provoke even the wildest cats to have computer screen erections
It's not that I got a problem with completion, or any of the sort
I just know that when I write my rhymes, I weld the executioner's sword

Mike be trippin' sometimes, because he's fridged up in Great White North
Frozen lakes, frozen ponds, and yet his words will still scorch
If you didn't know any better, his words are etched with a blown torch
He'd be able to burn down your house and leave you with your porch

Too many verses filled with conceit and nonsense
Not enough poets to inspire the conscience
Reading through "Young Jeezy" rhymes is of a high offense
Open up your minds and step up the confidence


That's some ill ish Black, str8 up....

Props...

[Shadowapocalypse]

This is some old shit I found on another forum I go to:

“Nothin' Better To Do, So I Wrote A Rap"(Rap #1)
Sittin' here typin' as these words enter my vision/
Picturin' a different life and path but the same mission/
To escape a life in some run down project division/
Before I grab a knife and make one fatal incision/
Suicidal thoughts have overtook my brain/
Slowly but surely they're drivin' me insane/
I'm a real man why can't I take the pain?/
Am I weak minded? Or just livin' in vain?/
It's time for me to decide my own fate/
Either I'll end it all or keep on goin' straight/
Straight where? I don't really have a fuckin' clue/
Don't believe in heaven, hell or an afterlife dude/
So what am I gonna do? What the fuck would do?/
I'll leave that up to you and I'll be back in a few/

I ain't tryin' to post boast or anythin', but I got alot of rhymes to post here.

“Nothin' Better To Do, So I Wrote A Rap"(Rap #2)
I say shit just for shits and giggles,
But I say shit straight no fuckin' riddles.
Say what I gotta say when I gotta fuckin' say it,
Don't really give a shit how much attention ya'll pay it.
But thinkin' ya'll better muthafuckers better save it,
For ya'll become dead bodies layin' on the pavement.
Decapitate ya'll and put ya'll heads on wooden stakes,
Up in front of your cribs just for thinking’ I'm a fake.
Or spittin' shit just for the fuckin' spittin' sake,
I'm constantly spittin', never taken a spittin' break.
Even when my rhymes don't make sense I'm the best,
Lyrically minded with the ability to kill 50 Cent and the rest.
I'm like JigSaw the way I make people kill'em selves,
'Cause battlin' me's death, keep their heads on my trophy shelf.
I got no competetion, I'm standin' all alone,
Won't somebody, anybody throw this dog a bone.
I want somebody, anybody to step to my thrown,
This time just bring verbal bullets not sticks and stones


Mike comin' wit that serious heat son, fo real, all that ish is fire...

[Mic E]

Thanks man.

lazor I'll admit when I'm a bit angry, I talk crazy/
Say shit that maybe, I wouldn't. Now that's crazy/
Warnin' me not to fuck witt you, 'MISSILES' tucked witt you/
Man you'll need a nuclear bomb to make me not get you/
And ain't no man too big to handle, when grippin' a handle/
lazor I'll demantle your body and put your head on my mantle/

[Mic E]

What's poppin', whisky toppin', my extacy poppin'/
Rhymes free flowin' freely and ain't close to stoppin'/
Lookin' for no drama, ain't dealin' witt that karma/
Ain't got any, no beefs or shit from a baby mama/
But finally my head's straight, swear it was almost too late/
I shouldn't of takin' pills but I was close too, almost spewed hate/
Thank God I firmly believe in fate, yes everythin' has a reason/
There's a Power directin' us, controllin' us like seasons/
Tellin' us how too feel, I'm for real, our fate's sealed/
When it's time there won't be no trade deadline deals/
It's pointless to kneel, and pray He really don't feel/
He's laughin' at us lambs, waitin' to give us our exam/
The final test before blam, gone before sayin' God damn/
The meanin' of life's so simple, like poppin' a pimple/
You born to born, then die it's really that simple/
Ain't much else to it, ya just gotta think 'fore you do shit/
'Cause there's always two paths, it depends how you split/
Right or left each got their own stories, what your's be/
Every human seen shit that's gory, I know mines been thorny/
Most the time I feel like I'm not meant to be happy/
I'm not tryin' to sound sappy, my life's been crappy/
Was disrepected more last month, then ever in my life/
So fuckin' stressed out I started to sharpin' my knife/
Ready to kill the next dude, who speakin' 'bout me rude/
Ain't knowin' you but you'll soon know just how true/
I be when spittin' threats, dog beef I just don't sweat/
I'm a sure thing; guareenteed cash to whoever gets/
My name on the dotted line, TRUST I got alot in mind/
Man I'm done waitin for mine, seen a sign, said to grind/
Start hustlin', put muscle in, alway's be down for tusslin'/
Just stay on the down-low and don't leave no dust in/
The path you chose, so those who impose can't follow/
Man tomorrow better be good or I'm finally gonna let all go/
Swallow, take a deep inhale and unload 'til I'm in jail/
'Cause when it rains it don't pour it hails, hard to sail/
Through bullshits creek, tempers at it's highest peak/
Plus I swear all my life rafts got leaks, future looks bleek/
No longer want to be 'bout to tweak, everyday of the week/
Tryin' to learn to turn the other cheek, before I snap and speak/
My feelin's, make people hit the ceilin', witt the layers I'm peelin'/
Uncover my lifes whole deal in, rhymes to finally start healin'/
Kneelin' in front of the creator, askin' for help to see haters/
I'm 'bout to snap like a free gator, deal witt it sooner then later/
Never been more confused, hard to think from drug use/
Everyday put my body threw abuse, to see if I still felt/
Emotions trampled so much, Dr. said my heart has welts/
I'm a man but some subjects sometimes make my eyes melt/
Been shit on for so long, I'm surprised ain't nobody said I smelt/
Dealt witt more then my share, of bullshit I no longer care/
And it hurts to spit that, but the weight I can no longer bare/
Feelin' like I'm all alone, ain't got no life lines to phone/
Not eatin' 'cause I'm stressin' so I became skin and bones/
Feel myself gettin' an asshole tone, and I ain't been prone/
To bein' like that, use to take the crap, and remain a stone/
People askin' for advice, without ever actually takin' it/
Want my opinion 'til I give it, actin' I'm just makin' shit/
Up like I'm blind and ain't seein' what's been in my vision/
Or ain't heard what I heard, like I'm a kid who don't listen/
Just fishin' for attention, so I make up shit for the tension/
Like I need more migraines, got enough pain on my brain/
Goin' insane all my energy has been drained, relationships strained/
And will remain so 'til control over my body, mind and soul's gained/

to be continued in next post

[Mic E]

the continuation:

Makin' my goals main, the only thing I wanna be thinkin'/
Slipped up today, felt my soul weaken, so I be drinkin'/
Nephew trip me out, said he thought I quit alcohol/
At that moment I realized I lied and I felt so small/
He looks up to me I'm suppose to seem so tall/
In his eyes, I don't want him to think I always say lies/
Don't want him to hate when I say bye, SWEAR I'll die/
If he ever said he didn't wanna see me or hated me/
I swear I'll be arrivin' early to He who created me/
My nephews and nieces, my heart, split each got their pieces/
Fuckin' with any of'em greases, my temper and makes it increase/
To the point when my inner voice ceases, says 'try to police this'/
I'll SWEAR I'll end your life's lease, up close witt a huntin' knife/
Cruel, so I'll be sendin' monthly body parts to your widowed wife/
Ain't none ahead of them in my heart, tear apart the smart/
Mouths thinkin' they can start, shit witt out catchin' a dart/
don't judge my book by its cover, wittout lookin' at the intro/
Get to know my characteristics when it comes to my kin yo/
I'd rather keep it in flow, then havin' to hit you witt a chin blow/
Drama settin' witt my family and I'll skin foes. Bury'em in snow/
Craft myself a brand new vest, usin' layers of your own skin/
Just watch what uncle you test, and remain not known/
'Cause your sig showin' on my radar, means you goin'/
Down in flames, it's fair game, when fuckin' witt those names/
Trust me you'll always be my aim, target centered on your frame/
One day I get ya that's my claim, just remember life's a long game/

[illmental]

world AIDS day balloons, heroin spoons, and crack fiends with ashy knees and bad spleens mad at me cuz i short changed em/extort paper get niggas high up at the crack of dawn like sky scrapers/to the morgue with haters/12 angry monkeys heroine junkys singing ghetto gospels up early on sunday morning/angels with dirty faces and afrocentric features giving praises to racists/uncle toms with atomic bombs and lame duck presidents singing swan songs/buy war bonds and racial slurs/redneck crackas always did a way with words/in high school i used to play the nerd, play the perv, play the back/now i stay high off my ass and blaze a track/and if I'm not the white devil's distingushed pro-black opponent then fuck it call me Obama a well spoken token who killed his owner

sorry I just felt like spitting some Ghostface type shit

[(--LazerScope-->>]

God gave me thunder!
As a babe, I raised a fist in the air
Lightning struck...and behold the 8th wonder!
Entire planets shuddered under the soles of my feet
The moons of Jupiter bowed down before me, and made their salaat complete!
Who dares even CONSIDER whispering my name?
I'll command the steeds of Satan to pound Hell through ya frame

[Mic E]

Nothings what it seems, livin' a dream filled witt screams/
Drinkin' Jack and his cousin Jim Beam, crackin' at the seams/
Feelin' like a deer in the high beams of a Mack truck/
Been collected horseshoes forever and still lack luck/
I'm like what the fuck, did I ever do to be here/
In this position full of fear, a man afraid to tear/
Startin' to clear out my closet and my mind/
Of every skeleton and any other shit i find/
I do believe it's time to move out of my past/
Gotta do it fast or at last, my gun'll go blast/
Spray these thoughts from my brain for good/
Wishin' I was coward so I could, swear I should/
Tired of nobody listenin', missin' the signs that I'm hurtin'/
Flirtin' witt suicide, workin' on a way to put my own dirt in/

[(--LazerScope-->>]

In particular, my extra-curricular activities and vernacular
Are attacking ya, draining a river of red from ya head like Dracula
B, nothing impedes the glee I feel when I peel
As emcees kneel under my steel, for real!

[Mic E]

Ups and downs, smiles and frowns/
Nothin' but drama's all around/
Every voice I hear's bitchin'/
Eye twitchin', stress itchin'/
Why ain't I happy, about to fuckin' break/
Take and take, make smiles that are fake/
Ain't likin' these feelin's, that I'm feelin'/
The slap came out of nowhere, left me reelin'/
Think my soul's peelin' away, feel deaths bony/
Fingers grip my heart, takin' back what God loaned me/
I know the rest's headed south, and that ain't Miami/
Even if He ain't gonna do it, motherfucker I damn me/
To a after-life just as bad, if not worse then this one/
I deserve it now, fuck it why change it when all is done/
Punishin' myself daily, ain't too much left to happen/
Nappin' my way through life now, even when I'm rappin'/
Sick and tired of bein' awake, dealin' witt nothin' but fakes/
'Bout to blow from all I take, lookin' up screamin' FOR FUCK SAKES/

[Bre]

I stump crack's in crackers foreheads, they crack me up
No need for friends to back me up, bitch you get beat up
Harder then pumping Brooklyn Finest at the ball court
Around summertime, try trick me I won't fall for it
I'll knock you off the planet like it's flat again
You can run off become a mexican
Travel half the world, grow a mustache
Go to jail, suck dick with fake hustlers
I'll find you, call God for permision to redesign you, If its no
You still get fucked up, get slapped with my dick ho
God be the next victim, bullets soon lick his beard hairs
Cut off his ears, picked out his eyes so there'll be no tears
Kick him in the cross won't carry it, I ain't Nas
Hiphop ain't dead, my rhymes don't contain lies
Feel different, I'll nail your body to God's cross
Cause like Nas said God love us

[Mic E]

I stump crack's in crackers foreheads, they crack me up
No need for friends to back me up, bitch you get beat up
Harder then pumping Brooklyn Finest at the ball court
Around summertime, try trick me I won't fall for it
I'll knock you off the planet like it's flat again
You can run off become a mexican
Travel half the world, grow a mustache
Go to jail, suck dick with fake hustlers
I'll find you, call God for permision to redesign you, If its no
You still get fucked up, get slapped with my dick ho
God be the next victim, bullets soon lick his beard hairs
Cut off his ears, picked out his eyes so there'll be no tears
Kick him in the cross won't carry it, I ain't Nas
Hiphop ain't dead, my rhymes don't contain lies
Feel different, I'll nail your body to God's cross
Cause like Nas said God love us

Props, that shit is ILL.

[Bre]

You been doing it good to maaan.

[Mic E]

Okay I'm takin' a break, makin' a break for the light/
That I see spotted on people makin' them bright/
Sit here tryin' to write, rhymes that showcase Mike/
Lookin' for a person who might, give me a showcase night/


damn lost my whole flow

[Bre]

I'll eat fire, spit boiling water into a microphone
Add a connection to it so bitches can dial home
While sipping thea, after I fucked them and its time to leave
So they can call daddy to pick em up please
Or I'll throw the bitch out, with her panties as bra
Cats saw its before so better pick her up dadda
Got a problem with bitches, life is one of em
I fuck some of em and love none of em
Don't fuck with my philosophi's, or be bodied
End up on my wall with all of my dusty trophies
Grab your widow by her neck, let her clean her man
Or get slapped with with the back of my hand
Why that? She ain't worth the front see?
I'm like a social life cause all geek bitches want me
Cum so hard on em that their glasses brake
Then pimp em, that's how easy cash is made

[Mic E]

This is a very rough copy:

Listen to these words closely, 'fore you approach me/
It's truth when ya get it, but takes awhile 'til most see/
Here it is...whatever is whatever, 'til it's whatever/
But even then it's whatever is whatever...whatever/
I know ya'll bustin' gut, thinkin' this nothin' butt/
Ass, bullshit, but whatever is whatever nothin' but/
Ain't lettin' talk get to me, realizin' that it's juss words/
Cuss words and tough talk forgotten when they heard/
Just say whatever is whatever, whenever you 'bout to snap/
And the drama will vanish, head will clear without a slap/
I'm done with nerve damage, livin' witt this stress mess/
Done wantin' to sleep but bein' wide eyed and restless/
I'm done cleanin' up messes, that I didn't even make/
For real there's a limit you can take, 'fore you start to shake/
Eventually any man witt a heart and balls is gonna break/
Snap the cap off his bottle, then use both hands to throttle/
Whoever standin' in front of him until the shits not full/
Me, I got 24's a plenty, so when it's my turn I won't go empty/
The person in front could die and I'd still keep ventin'/
I need alot of repentin', just for all of my sercret thoughts/
I'd be in church forever, if I ever actually went and shot/
Any of the people that I've thunk, looked at me like a punk/

[(--LazerScope-->>]

Enter my mental chamber, I embrace the danger
Peep my cerebral cypher, no face a stranger
Left hemisphere verses the right
My brain cells dancing the way I'm hurting the mic

[Mic E]

del.

[T-rade]

Fuck the fame, respect, fuck the fans
How often have I lost my best friend? - let me count my hands
I can't someone lend me some fingers
I don't belong here, with these rhyme slingers
With the intelligents or anyone else
Got a call from a guy getting hit with the belts
he was from the 80's
Poor, but had some luck with the ladys
He told me, he didn't envy me
The pain that won't empty me
Leave me, broken on the floor
10 years friendship walking out the door
Seen by a shell, like a left pupa
Am i Well? Will i find comfort in Buddha?
No, but to the first i'll say yes
So stupid i am, always try to feel the best
How does that help with protection?
Why can't i leave these stupid projections?

[Bre]

Now who the fuck you think you getting at?
You from a shithole you really are repping crap
In your so called raps, don't wanna call it that
I rather call it crap, I eat your whole style like a big mac
Both are disgusting but your cheaper and your body mass is weaker
I'm like the ocean but then even deeper
Bre is way too realistic, I fuck only thick chicks
You fuck dolls with painted lip stick
Dogs like you need to be castrated fast
Don't feel so? Then imma kil your hated ass

[Mic E]

So who's left to get hit with some lefts and rights?/
I smashed 'what's his name', but it wasn't a fare fight/
I sent shadow back to the dark, now he's allergic to the light/
So who's next to try 'n' bark, best make sure your spit got bite/
Mine's always been toxic, even when it's basic the talk's sick/
If rap had a one, best believe I be the number one draft pick/
Ain't a single dude here, that I fear when it comes to this/
Ya'll don't wanna fuck around, 'cause with spit comes my fist/
If that don't shut ya up, then like my wit my blade'll gut ya'll out/
TRUEly ya'll don't know me 'n' I don't give a f*ck what ya'll 'bout/
The slums have made me a little crazy, only thing safe's little babies/
It's not good to try 'n' play me, 'cause beef of mine be dyin' daily/
Ain't no 'well maybe', if I say it best believe the shit gonna happen/
Trust me I ain't just rappin', my rap pen ain't my only weapon/
Fuck what hood you reppin', ain't no place I won't go steppin'/
And yeah I'm a white boy but I ain't some rich dude from Aspen/
I'm a broke bloke but folks I ain't some kind of f*ckin' comedian/
And fuck the sterotype, I ain't one of those friendly Canadians/

Posted this in the battle rap thread also.

[Mic E]

life's a deadend, ya can't stop from headin' to the grave it's a given/So what's the point in livin'?, tell me please 'cause I've been driven, close to the edge about to give in/ Grab a gun and end my run. Swear i'm done, I've had my fun/ I got no kids or anyone who'll cry, if I suddenly die. So tell me why, I should continue to try?/ 'Cause I can't find an answer that question mark. The light at the end of my tunnel went dark./ Can't figure out what that's about, look to sky for help, I even tried to shout/ Screamed 'til my face turned blue, ask "what the f*ck am I suppose to do." Motherf*cker where are you, thought durin' the bad times you'd carry us threw/ How come I ain't ever seen your foot prints in the sand? Like damn God what in heaven have you planned?/ Is my purpose to be a nice guy, who no one cares for? Juss the one who's used , come on share Lord/ I've been lookin' for Your sign, but I juss can't find, what You have in mind. Swear to You I'm losin' mine, it's juss a matter of time/ Are you even real, if so do you even feel? Do You even hear us when we kneel, at your son's feet and say our spiel?/

Work in progress.

[Mic E]

del.

[Mic E]

del.

[Mic E]

I'll be addin' bars to this as they come to me,
so if there's only one bar don't hate on it.
The rap will be completed, I'm juss makin' sure each line is fire.

Been livin' life on the fly, that's dead on the wall/
Observin' witt silent eyes, nothin', not buzzin' at all/
Juss a insider watchin' closely, ghostly from the outside/
Here as a ear listenin', silently, to words as they outcried/
Only listen to cries 'n' hear the laughes, wipe away the tears/
Shoulder 'n' soldier through their pain, help them face fears/
Connect on a emotional level, physically never get involved/

Use to try n help, but felt like I was wastin' breath/
A talkin' mute, seein' blindness, witt ears like the deaf/

Ain't gettin' fooled, again, I'm seein' what that pout hides/
It's so true each story got two sides, different views/
Which lies true, fiction, if meant to/


Takin' it all in, shakin' my head to control my mind spin/

(I rhyme in/-stead of guilty bein' a jurys findin'/)
(I much rather have my line sin, then puttin' nine in)



(In front of my mirrior, and now friends fear)
(That my mind ain't gone clear, it's juss clearly gone/)
(Say my brain's "Dead Wrong", I'm too SLIM to be talkin' B.I.G/)
(I'll get ate quick like M&Ms, claim I'm Notorious for failin' since a kid/)
(That fell from my family tree and now's covered in leaf/)
(And other sticks and stems, but still fell nothin' other then grief/)


(all I ever been doin' is mindin' my business...................................
(But well doin' that I forgot to put mind in my business)




()Not a set bar.....

[T-rade]

Went to battle, felt i was wanted, ya
After slaying 3, nobody wanted more
If you're slaying me, i'll make you haunted, pah
I was cocky, bigged myself up
But nobody lay me down,so i could pick myself up
I felt if you went at it, i could manage
Don't you get it, i want a battle, i want a challenge
But those things? You aren't giving me
Should i prison you with bars, to make you fight for liberty?
I don't get it? ARE YOU SICK OF?
BATTLE ME PLEASE, PULL ME OUT THE MISERY!!
Nah, im not miserable, im just buggin
and need ya to stop clubbin, stop thuggin
Just open the thread and hit the keys
Just be necrophilia, leave me dead and hit on me
Whatever ya like, just try to come at me
And i'll bring a real battle, like how it's gonna be

[Bre]

This bitch gots too much time and hair ON HANDS
I kill more nerds then they visit a star trek conference
In their whole lifetime mulitplied with infinety and a New York minute
These nerds don't watch that show, they LIVE IT
Their fantasy is outta their own hands and God's
It would be a mass murder if the show cancels
Their fantasies make em feel invincible, don't wanna crush their confidence
They think they live even after they catch two John Lennons
Don't wanna cause their suicide, so I don't battle that
They let the truth die, so I carved RIP in candle wax

[Bre]

Shit I print out more lies on your eye lids
Than that there contained in all bibles
If I go to prison I make Jesus my bitch
And let God be my witness, better not snitch
Before you get hit with reality like the thousand shows
I hit a crazy amount of foes with around the thousand flows
The one's crazy, the second once raped a baby the third
Did shit that's unheard, so bout that I don't speak no word
I can't miss, my hits are like Google's
shooting through hits and tits like Budha's
But godly or the opposite be advised
You get smacked like rap life
When hiphop was declared dead to sell more shit
I became ready to war kid, so lets get it started

[vexed less]

been sittin, sippin brew quick, lips feel the chill,/
spinnin my vision slightly, writin lines sloppy spelt foreal,/
beats bumpin, keep comfy; relaxin,/
my mind buzzin; fuzzy vision havin... just max man,/

[T-rade]

Yo Bre, the last Buddha we had, was (....something) Gautama and he was really thin. If i remember correctly, the "fat buddha" is the chinese buddha, which isn't based on a true human being, and the reason he's so fat, is because he sucks up all the evil in the world

[Bre]

Oh okay lol, never knew that.

[T-rade]

Most people don't, i just know, because i have a book about mythologies and i've read all the stuff about different kinds of buddhism

[Bre]

Become wealthy knowledge is king!

[vexed less]

anger linger, aint appeased, his mind less placated,
could kill anotha brotha, rel heated, feelin hated....
trouble bubble up,...his slugger out,
senseless; consiquences he aint bother bout.

[vexed less]

I just woke up, broke out of deep slumber; heavy sleepin,
sloppy movements provin really i havent fully waken,
cold floor on my feet, walkin fast, half trippin,
steppin a stumbled pace, feet fumble as i step it.

[T-rade]

Arrived at the spot, broke my beer
Was a lil nervous you know, had to see a dear
We went a year back, but first time real meeting
Dry throat, rapid heart beating, trouble breathing
Went to her house, heard a lil music
After a few minutes i felt the arrow of cupid
Buy some candy? Asked for money, so we could do it
Kept teasing each other, said she was stupid
But with a grin and followed by a hug
I just wanted to be near her, is that real love?
Then we saw some tv, Martin on the channel
After that, diner and a Barnaby, with a task he could handle
So we went to bed, she almost knocked me out of it
But when we woke, she didn't seem proud of it
It meaning that night, we held hands
Kissed once, but mainly held hands
That day she seemed hurt, as if i've done her bad
Seemed distance while interested, drove ya boy mad
Seems like once more i may have unhappy love on my plate
Well ya saw what happend after my date

[TheDragon]

I might perform this in class, in my speech on changes and effects on hip hop. Should I?


Lyrics don't mean a thing, these puppets on a string,
Some can't take what the fame and fortune brings
The needle drops, the heartbeat of the city stops
When Nas talked about the death of hip hop
I keep hearing how Young Joc, D4L, and Young Dro are real
But how can real recognize real
When the sheep are leading the rest of the sheep
You can take them back, and the rest I'll keep
Everything sounds the same, fake shit saturating the game
Selling your soul to the record industry for the fame
Rhyme after rhyme, partying and clubbing all the time
But I got to watch out, remember Hip Hop is crime
Once you start rapping the 5-0 will be your new shadow
Spread the word through a mic, they think that's bad yo
When you got images of violence all over the news
Suicide bombers blowing up everyone out of their shoes
A change is needed, Hip Hop, I bleed it
I can't let it die, we all need it
I live and breathe it, I can't leave it
To die, the heart of streets is still alive, believe it

[T-rade]

I'm working on this text right here, lemme know what ya think

I never ran the streets, im in bad shape
No matter what ya thought i pushed a lot of weight
I think can sum it up to a few tons
If punchlines was pussy i'd have a few sons
Cause i did a few of those
And i keep making new ones, meaning getting new hoes
Your heat is cold to me, 'member i come from hell ya
What you think is hope, to me is attempting failure
What ghetto life, then i was too young to see it
Only did one girl, too young to be with
2years younger than me, broke the sex border
But we didn't care, and our parents didn't make it harder
Police didn't foul me, i aint no victim
Rap has a prototype, i don't that description
And no i don't smoke, got some baby lungs
What ever you thought, i aint fath'ing your baby hun

[ElCount]

good times here to bless younga,
still confused bout it all, can short love really fill ya hunger?
Short lived Honey with cute lips wonder what they taste like
breasts made me crave for eternity with no coming daylight,
Knew what a bad broad she was so kept my conscious in my trance,
Though her tease still had me slightly entranced,
BUt of course there's the game layer,
Loves women so I cant hate, just laugh at a lame playa,
Left the room and pretty soon Sonny ran in her first,
Came back and saw his hand up her skirt,
Eyes the truth, heart feels sight, it got me sorta tight,
but fulfilled be my virgin moms, said she knew i'd raise my daughter right
the next night, fantasized a future sex life,
And shared laughs and dreams...passin teens,
Really wish I could move my mother to upper class from queens,
I love smilin when I think of you little yuan,
Never thought I would see the day I'd see you in light again,
Secured a small peace of mind,
The other infinite mounts wont know if reach in time,
I swear my pain never hurt so much before,
Sometimes I look around and wonder if you were ever such a whore,
these gurls get younger and dummer and sluttier,
I'm thinkin none could ever love me such...
But whats a son when you have none,
Whats a daughter with no wife to call the one,
All is done, and my fall has come...
and the walls have won...I wanna run...
My imaginations so expansive my daydreams leave my lifeless,
My stories so harsh I dont know why I try to write this,
My past is so real, it seriously cant be emobided in words so why try,
Cant live pure wit curses on my side,
Listen babe...I swear me and you are similar in more ways,
We both live for higher skies and better days,
Understandin and wisdom, magnetic in2wishin,
Sometimes I think my soul is trapped in a third world or black hole dimension,
Gotta be reached, and then unleashed, and seed
through me...now or later 2gether we can find peace...

[Savior Breath]

Cut your face off, down from the forehead up to the chin
To thread it over mines just to get under your skin
Then as you ugly as shit
Go to your crib and fuck the bitch that mothered your kid
Make a voodoo doll out of your flesh and punch it with pins
I'll fuck around and choke you to death
Throw you off a cliff top and watch six crocks roast on your flesh
Float to the ridge while redneck retarded kids poke you with sticks
Conduct test on mc's and acoustics, Sample their DNA on Q-tips
Inject em with pollutants, Have em looking like mutants with new limbs and blue fins
Double the chemicals you couldn’t see me lookin thru the Hubble Telescopes huge lens
Display my victims like moose heads I keep humans as nude pets
Flow as deep as sunken ships with skeletons fuckin clits
That look like Cousin Itt’s with huge pumpkin tits
The cops raided my crib and found 12 missing kids
Mutilated and missing limbs
F.B.I's top five scummiest crimes
Next day big case with Dana Skully assigned
Twisted shit aint it, I'm a free secret agent
Without a deal or beat arrangements
Late on child supports recent payments
And my baby momma tried to bite off my baby leg with deep abrasions
God might be real but I seen more evil to believe in Satan
Rhymes like these are equal to the Sagan equation
I’m jus Insane as fuck like Hussein with his ankles cuffed
And If I die I'll go to hell high off angel dust
I’m that bum that u see talkin’ to himself when u take the bus
Holding up a sign that read "wassup I haven’t ate for months"
Fuck wit me and you'll get stuck like my gloves are made of tape
Kidnap Ace Of Base in a bird cage with flaming drapes
Then make em’ sing amazing grace till Satan wakes
I use women then throw em’ away like paper plates
I wanna be a Wu Tang Clansman for just this sacred day
I'll make a trade, Liquid Swords for a rusted razor blade
Jump in the gravel pit exchangen aids with chamber maids
Murder your moms then come for u when forensic investigates
Off the tip top I spit hot hip hop got shit locked like septic tanks

[T.K]

So if the past is everlasting, my life is a ring,
And it will feel like a poison-sting,
Ready to kill me for shit that didn’t mean a thing,
God, there’s so much that needs changing,
But if you want to change shit, change you,
Maybe then you can change my point of view,
If not then there’s nothing for you to do,
The hustle isn’t me, the hustle is you,
In my eyes nothing is real any more,
You can speak, but got nothing to talk for,
And you can try to step to the fore,
But the words you speak will just start another war,
And all the fake gangsters that play god,
Acting tough walking in their squad,
Just waiting to start a blood riot,
Fuck you, stay still, be quiet,

-
Then you go home, and your family will be shot at,
You go out, and your friends will be shot at,
You go to work, and your co-workers get shot at,
Remember this though; it was you they aimed at,
It was you, who started this combat,
-

Your fucking respect is disappearing,
Listen to my linguistic string,
Red, blue, blue, red cling,
Sick of people being scared of this thing,
Fuck all the cops that kicks before asking,
When asked they keep masking,
It’s dark and everlasting,
You can never stop it, you can never find the king,
The C’s wants to stop the hustle,
If that’s true, they need to find the heart muscle,
This shit goes out to Bertrand Russell,
It’s the coppers; there is the real hustle,
So when you walk down your street,
Listening to that hip hop beat,
Watch out; don’t jump in the gun heat,
Nah, don’t be stupid, it’s not less to make a retreat,

-
Then you go home, and your family will be shot at,
You go out, and your friends will be shot at,
You go to work, and your co-workers get shot at,
Remember this though; it was you they aimed at,
It was you, who started this combat,
-

When you run down the hood never looking the same,
You’ll be confused, who is to blame?
Soon it will start an eternal blood flame,
And you will start to look at the colors, and you’ll join the game,
When your crew then starts kicking you, testing you,
Commanding you, ruling you,
What do you do? There’s nothing TO do,
When you’re in it, it sticks like glue,
The colors that once mattered so much,
Got you thinking that you were a nonesuch,
Got you thinking your were better then the lots,
But you bailed; you didn’t have the guts,
You’ll talk to the leader of the group,
Telling him you want out before the final shoot,
Telling him that he needs to find a new recruit,
You got beat up, and your rep in the hood is disrepute,

Then you go home, and your family will be shot at,
You go out, and your friends will be shot at,
Remember this though; it was you they aimed at,
It was you, who started this motherfucking combat,
So listen up all you faggots, this is my come-back,
It is the time for the last attack,
Hip hop isn’t dead any more, I brought it back,
And now it dosen’t matter if your white, yellow or black,
There’s room for all of us,
Its time for all of us to progress,
Let’s take it to the next level of finesse,
This is hip hop, nothing more, nothing less,
That’s right, we are like a fever,
You can’t deny us, never,
And you can ask almost whoever,
Hip hop will always come back, will always last forever,

This is my style, I co-sign to the death of it,
You can decide for you self if it’s legit,
Can you find the message I emit,
This is hip hop, and I commit,
Now to the ending of this story,
Im finishing it with all its glory,
The message is a memento mori,
Don’t get involved with shit you can’t for-see,
Cause it will end up breaking your spirit,
A mc is not a gangster, who’s in it,
So hold up, stop and think for a minute,
You could get graveled in a unwanted stone-pit,

Now when you go home, no one will shoot at,
And you get called up by friends asking where you at,
You work want you back on Monday, that’s that,
Nevertheless, you’ll always look back,
Who knows, maybe this was the last combat,

- Peace.

[Bre]

Shit I drop knowledge like Webster, looking like a College Proffesor
Your so poor I might consider throwing a dollar at ya
Consider your self done, when I transform to my Hell form
You can sell your soul to me but your not gonna sell one
album, mixtape, poster or vitamine drink in this life
Shits like your body getting hits like google, ending your bitch life
Life ain´t a bitch, but you are one, your quest to stardom
is pursued by raping a art form, and you don´t look like it, your are dumb

[T-rade]

fam be into this, The intellects
The delicates (T.K.) "I co-sign to the death of it"
Know the rythmics like a pride talking drummer
Attract bitches like a sidewalk runner

I aint a hypoconder, i know im always really ill
I'm a good hunter, so i got those killing skills
Shooting with a bow, like Robin Hood hit my own arrow
I'm the ruler now ... Like a B.C. Pharoah

David Hume made me Assume, that i wake up tomorrow
Like a bee with honey, my wallet sucks money, need some to borrow
Share interest with delinquest and princes
Lyricly armed with lines, great rhymes, deep in trenches

To T.K. - how it go today
I gotta look after him, cause he's my protegé
You know, that when we rhyme it's very well
What we bring makes it time for scary hell

Who do you think gave your girl scars son
I scare officers and soldiers likke in World War 1
When they pulled out big bertha, tho i aint a murderer
I just tell Azteks about Egypts and vica versa

The word for my lyrics: They be straight ornery
I'm omniscient except from Egyptian Geometry
And i'm the competant to rap, like an ex boxer as bodyguard
Which means they're mean, big and hit real hard

Even the evil guerillas and people killers
Is behind the see thru mirrors, family fathers and barbeque grillers
Hustelers and philosophers is really the same
People just don't see it, cuz they don't have the same name

[T.K]

fam be into this, The intellects
The delicates (T.K.) "I co-sign to the death of it"
Know the rythmics like a pride talking drummer
Attract bitches like a sidewalk runner

I aint a hypoconder, i know im always really ill
I'm a good hunter, so i got those killing skills
Shooting with a bow, like Robin Hood hit my own arrow
I'm the ruler now ... Like a B.C. Pharoah

David Hume made me Assume, that i wake up tomorrow
Like a bee with honey, my wallet sucks money, need some to borrow
Share interest with delinquest and princes
Lyricly armed with lines, great rhymes, deep in trenches

To T.K. - how it go today
I gotta look after him, cause he's my protegé
You know, that when we rhyme it's very well
What we bring makes it time for scary hell

Who do you think gave your girl scars son
I scare officers and soldiers likke in World War 1
When they pulled out big bertha, tho i aint a murderer
I just tell Azteks about Egypts and vica versa

The word for my lyrics: They be straight ornery
I'm omniscient except from Egyptian Geometry
And i'm the competant to rap, like an ex boxer as bodyguard
Which means they're mean, big and hit real hard

Even the evil guerillas and people killers
Is behind the see thru mirrors, family fathers and barbeque grillers
Hustelers and philosophers is really the same
People just don't see it, cuz they don't have the same name

Ya'll see t-rade's rhyming skills,
His metaphoric bars kills,
And who knows, maybe we'll be the new sneak techniques (??)
were ever we go, people speaks,
Of the greatest rappers of all times,
Who do you think gave Nas his lines?
Okay, im leaving this place with honor,
JA JEG VED DET GODT MATHIAS, DET ER EN OMMER !!

[T-rade]

As extra verses to t.k.'s song:
You're blinded by the possibility of chasing millions
So you do what ever . . . like tookie williams
Let a man know you got his back
Get his trust, let him smoke your crack
Then in a soft moment you jack his chain
Exusing it with that's the way in the game
"Stab him in the spine, blow his mind
Bat his knees, grab the nine
Revenge is sweets, Payback's the crime"
Orders was given, his men is after you
Then you hide by the man who fathered you
Knowing he'll get some in the organs
Leaving you orphan, shopping for couffin
After their arrest, what's left?
You caused some drama, and came out winning
Make it a record, it'll come out spinning

-
Then you go home, and your family will be shot at,
You go out, and your friends will be shot at,
You go to work, and your co-workers get shot at,
Remember this though; it was you they aimed at,
It was you, who started this combat,

You use organazation freedom to gather in groups
Stronger than splattering dudes
you be scattering troops.
Some of you take it further than that.
Sit down together plotting the birth of an attack
Shit, it's the most violent game of checkers
After all that, then you make it to records

[Bre]

The hatred made it to my dome since I escaped
From the wretched womb on the 6th of may
Fuck the nurse for being ugly, my pops FUCK HIM
For letting the doctor smack me on the bottom
And thanking him for bringin me in this place
My life exist out of and is a big mistake
By pop, moms, and God himself
God will punish me when I´m in Hell
The other two smacked me through childhood day out, day in
So I got back at em, didn´t kill em I just raped em

blah blah yeckedie smeckedie
I kill any rapping mc

[4anybody...]

This passage will describe my heritage and what drives
A story more hypnotic than Aish Rai's eyes
And everyone knows she's the definition of hotness
You'll wanna cool off, like the Maisotsenko process

On an electronic call for cooling after a temperature rise
And your skin produces sweat which takes heat into the sky
And with the clouds that steadily gather mass
These are psychrometric basics when lightning starts to crash

And droplets of rain fall, as they did on Noah's ark
Soaking into the wood planks, carefully stripped of the bark
A drop hit a cricket's head, relatively large so it felt like lead
But its exoskeleton prevented it from collapsing dead

The ship caromed from side to side, bouncing with the undulating tide
A zebra couple huddled so they could endure the ride
A difficult journey experienced by many immigrants
From Biblical times to those who hop the fence

Or those who rode the boats from Wales in the 19th century
Clutching a single suitcase of clothes and a violin, long memories
Emigration for dreams of work, soon to wear-out holes in a wool coat
Rode the rails to New Mex, met a woman to whom he wrote notes

She was a Spanish beauty, abuela, they had 5 kids together
He beat them steadily, never slowing for the whether
And the Sun that shined on Taos, gleamed down on Tucumcari
Where a strong-minded mexicano betrothed a wise Apache lady

When their son killed a man, they aided and abetted his flee
Because nothing's more important than the blood ties of family
A few hours away in the Lone Star State
A prostitute would soon give birth to a boy whose fate

Would be women, wine and dice, irresponsibility and vice
See he didn't treat his 15-year-old fiancee very nice
Her father had disappeared, she lived with her Apache grandmother
And Mexican grand father, but when she wanted kids they couldn't stop her

Now alone with crying mouths, Raton Pass to Colorado
As did many other families including the one from Taos
But as so many do, these children grew up fast
One thought about priesthood but found a smart wife at last

And who would have expected these two clans to meet?
But anything can happen in burgeoning city streets
The proceeding was non-fiction modeled off a television picture
Based on Alex Haley's "Roots"--a cultural fixture

Stories of Struggle and pain, always happen like the rain
They circulate similar to how the moon waxes and wanes.

[Shadowapocalypse]

Man, ALL Y'ALL are comin' correct in here, for real...

I'm gonna have to buss three 16's on here one day, when my head is clear, lol....

[ALIANZ]

Dollar bill, star of david, lead on to freemasons/
Conspiracy theories for the mind end up as open cases/
Paper mazes with hidden secrets created by those who innovated/
Secret societies established but only few demonstrate it/
Open challenges for those who choose to differentiate/
Books open for knowledge, few know while others imitate/
As I sit and watch the world spew in its wrath/
I sit back, relaxed, thinking on how I should end this paragraph/
At last, pure knowledge will never be acheived/
Rules say for you to look above, E is before I, but only after C

[4anybody...]

" 'Lo Life "

Check the ring inside the earlobe, put out the Marlboro
Step inside the mall, bought a Sprite from Sbarro
Security on my left, high school dropouts on my right
The exit's right behind me where I'll make my escape flight

Walk in the department store, go down to the bottom floor
The saleslady watches, so I talk to her more,
"Can you hold on to these? I left my wallet outside."
"What's your name?" I said, "Tim." "OK, I'll hold for twenty-five."

I look calm but I'm nervous. I'm gritting my teeth
Self conscious of my posture--watching my feet
My heart pounds as I leave and hop on the bus
I really want this shit, so steal it I must

Cuz I work hard all weak and can't even afford real meet
Let alone the finer things like Nikes for my feet
Minimum wage minimizes your self-esteem and your life
If it's to be, it's up to me--so I became a 'Lo Life

That's Po-Lo life, if you don't know about stealing expensive clothes
"Players Only Live Once" is the acronym I chose
Back at the crib I look over what I got
Polo pants, Polo shirt, even Polo socks

I fold them neatly for my closet which looks like a Polo store
Ten thousand bucks in Polo gear, including Polo drawers
Not to mention all the Tommy and Nautica hanging up
People don't know how I look so rich, I'm telling ya it's not luck

My favorite outfit is a navy Polo shirt with the front tucked in
Polo hat and Polo belt cuz I'm kinda thin
Timbs on my feet, Polo Sport to smell sweet
Nautica wallet in my pocket makes my outfit complete

One more glance in the mirror when I hear a knock
Donny and Joe came to take me out to the spot
"Hold up a minute," I said and grabbed 2 brand new shirts
I always hooked up my friends--One of my many perks

In the summer Polo beaters, Polo shorts and swimming trunks
In the winter Polo fleece and sweats, I'm a fucking Polo monk
For classy occasions, Purple Label's the way to go
Polo blankets for my bed, Polo daisies for my hoes

See, girls get wet when they see that man on top his horse
And if they made Polo condoms, I'd use them of course
But back to the story, we met up with some chicks
We start playing strip poker and one's noticing my shit

"I like the way you dress, let me take you upstairs."
Not to her bedroom, but to her parents' room, playa
See most girls of today are hypnotized by brand names
That's how dudes be gettin pussy even when they don't have any game

So the slut gave it up right on here mom's bed
But then her parents came home--Holy shit, I'm dead!
We ran to her room, she threw on some clothes
She distracted her parents so I could sneak out with my bros

We were laughin' 'bout what just happened then Joe started to hate
"You just steal that shit, you're a fuckin fake.
"You work as a dishwasher, you don't even have a car."
I said, "If I look like a bum, then I'll never get far."

Fake it 'till you make it was my motto for years
I felt kinda bad, but cheats and thieves were Jesus' peers
And I only got popped once out of the hundreds of times I did it
But I moved on when I was turned on to a hustle where I could by that shit

[ElCount]

The Little Crossbearer's happiness broke,
about the same time his razor did,
and forever more he's now scared of
the Goddess and the BumbleBee.
He should have been a fiend for drugs,
because love betrayed his care.
Either wine or drunk gypsies,
as no one else sees him there.
And so he took his razor around the world,
as he loved that gurl,
a psycho's diary above his siphon,
forever a bottle of untouched aspirin.
Cried once a month,
by the forest's fallen tree,
Schemes and Cheers,
Others could not see.
Sins he did a fair few
and remorsed for them all,
a Hitler tattoo
third-eyed his handball,
The day had come when he buried his razor,
It had pleased him well and could scar no more,
he let her go and wondered,
if he should walk or slumber,
He scrutnized an elegant pipe,
The Goddess and bumblebee left him thier numbers.

[Nikola Tesla]

Man.......

I'll master these bastards surpassing they last love
Faster than crashes of planes, towers subtract trust
Cold chilling in aqueducts as my plot erupts
Channel constructed to convey water - watch me bust
Turn me on, not sexually, stop ya lust
Raised above the landscape I stand rocking chucks
In demand...I'm too much but not enough
Beyond your mental state supplied the populous
Through lies I surmise, seems jake got the drop on us

Government spy's see without perception
Hear yet can't understand
Protected by the vexation of my fellow man
Start the revolution leave you dead where u stand
I bled from the hand holding truth from the sands
Of time, limited so divine ones don't spin in it
Outside of temporal thinking I'm reaching and getting with
Eternally speaking before my rime starts to weaken
Reasons for seeking higher states of being
Life in essence is peaceful keep breathing
Wide awake to a war while most are still dreaming

Just stopping by..dropping a few logs on the open fire...

Keep the heat up!

[(--LazerScope-->>]

Man.......

I'll master these bastards surpassing they last love
Faster than crashes of planes, towers subtract trust
Cold chilling in aqueducts as my plot erupts
Channel constructed to convey water - watch me bust
Turn me on, not sexually, stop ya lust
Raised above the landscape I stand rocking chucks
In demand...I'm too much but not enough
Beyond your mental state supplied the populous
Through lies I surmise, seems jake got the drop on us

Government spy's see without perception
Hear yet can't understand
Protected by the vexation of my fellow man
Start the revolution leave you dead where u stand
I bled from the hand holding truth from the sands
Of time, limited so divine ones don't spin in it
Outside of temporal thinking I'm reaching and getting with
Eternally speaking before my rime starts to weaken
Reasons for seeking higher states of being
Life in essence is peaceful keep breathing
Wide awake to a war while most are still dreaming

Just stopping by..dropping a few logs on the open fire...

Keep the heat up!

Damn son, that's str8 fuego right there...Reminded me of Gza!

Ayo,

I contort words and metaphors, so divine
With my mind, intertwined like limbs from vines and figure-fours!
Infinite applause hurled at meteoric velocities
AKA, "Clapping" at niggaz, bullets creating rotten anatomies

[Nikola Tesla]

^thx 4 tha love homeboy


Inner visions of a soon to be visionary
Existing shiftless in a living penitentiary
Sitting within a circle..designed
To keep spinning till he's worthless
In his own mind.....
Regardless of his talent silent light doesn't shine
Louder the darkness the more chaos seems divine
The world lusts self- destruction as long as its subtle
Television broadcast images entering mental - Brains now puddles
Tap dancing negros saved me the trouble
Of playing the role of a slave insane who stumbles
Why I find myself relapsing on rewind
Taking back time lines takes years off your lifeline
Focused on the past, holding and touching
and then go ignorantly as if summoned
Do you remember? ..We were told we were nothing
Treated like animals of stuffing
Pluck him, throw him, remove his buttons
Ruin him, Hang him as if we love suffering
Saw a black man last night headed towards corruption
Like a fallen star seeping in earth from a unseen suction
People gathered all around him but his false light..
Reeks of destruction humans bleeding for one thing
Morning Star deceptions of one who was once king
That didn't understand the creator of all reigns
Forever...Now I seek to evade that same sad scene
By leaning on the king of kings
This is only the introduction of the song I sing
But all praise to the Most High YHWH for what he brings

[4anybody...]

Get it right--His-story is held in the eyes of the Be-holder
And interpretations vary as the intelligensia grows colder
And older but the youth are now deluged with information
Inundated with synthetically created information
What we're facing is the subjectivity of all of man's creations
It's a relativistic view propagated by many works of post-modernism
Tho some vanguard thinkers assiduously search for higher truths
They support human rights and reformist views, sumtimes seen as uncouth
But they desire peace and justice--while Haliburton wants green and fossil fuel
And the American public is no longer hypnotized by the ruse
When social activists distributed the film "Loose Change"
Not just on the internet but in the hood for immigrants
Yet there continues to be kids taking meth and E
And little kids picking up guns from sea to shining sea
What's the remedy? Well, first we need smarter MCs
We need people who can express their feelings articulately
And bring them to an open forum where ideas are exchanged freely
There we listen and analyze each other fairly and intelligently
Look for the common grounds upon which is the cornerstone for faith
And we even have to accept we won't like everything that's said
And while this is happening people must take action in
Their local communities and get the maximum
Number of voters educated on the history of their roles
Making sure to include the great non-white civilizations of old
To show eachother that our history is proof of our strength
It'll give us true confidence so we can do more than make bank
Put us in a new context, because the world's never been this small
To see a picture of China you don't even have to crawl
U just need 1 finger, 2 eyes, and sum neurotransmitters
Click on the closest internet, search for live feed pictures

[(--LazerScope-->>]

Get it right--His-story is held in the eyes of the Be-holder
And interpretations vary as the intelligensia grows colder
And older but the youth are now deluged with information
Inundated with synthetically created information
What we're facing is the subjectivity of all of man's creations
It's a relativistic view propagated by many works of post-modernism
Tho some vanguard thinkers assiduously search for higher truths
They support human rights and reformist views, sumtimes seen as uncouth
But they desire peace and justice--while Haliburton wants green and fossil fuel
And the American public is no longer hypnotized by the ruse
When social activists distributed the film "Loose Change"
Not just on the internet but in the hood for immigrants
Yet there continues to be kids taking meth and E
And little kids picking up guns from sea to shining sea
What's the remedy? Well, first we need smarter MCs
We need people who can express their feelings articulately
And bring them to an open forum where ideas are exchanged freely
There we listen and analyze each other fairly and intelligently
Look for the common grounds upon which is the cornerstone for faith
And we even have to accept we won't like everything that's said
And while this is happening people must take action in
Their local communities and get the maximum
Number of voters educated on the history of their roles
Making sure to include the great non-white civilizations of old
To show eachother that our history is proof of our strength
It'll give us true confidence so we can do more than make bank
Put us in a new context, because the world's never been this small
To see a picture of China you don't even have to crawl
U just need 1 finger, 2 eyes, and sum neurotransmitters
Click on the closest internet, search for live feed pictures

psssshhh....what can I say after that? Pure fire kid, headz need to peep this!

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[Bre]

Return of the one liner king, everybody co-signing him
Killing the other mofo's with a broken bottle of Heineken
Dutch made, Dutch killed, If blood spilled, its yours
Just like the kids from those trailer trash whores
I'm so hot I make the sun leave with summertime
30 degrees in the winter, your position got undermined
Real easily, started the war and you killed yourself peacefully
I have heat to freeze, cold as ice so even your seed won't flee
Eat wack vets for breakfast and wack rookies like cookies
That happens even faster when you try ro push me
You can alway's try but its better to shut it and log off
Can't defeat me, you'll rather see a blood throwing the sign of the clog up!
Bar after bar I name you, and spot your wack shit
I'll break your life down and put you 6 feet under cause its a habit
Banning me is like armless veterans having a fist fight
You starting to look more and more like a bitchfight
Without the cuties, you look like you got cooties
This is the end for you.. Just like the movies

lol keystyle mofo's.

[Nikola Tesla]

Never wanted much from life but love & peace as a child
Growing up corrupted by worldly things so wild
My life flashes before my eyes like every time that I think
As if my mind is a maze of death feeling like I'm on the brink
Very thankful for the life breath so tired of wasting speech
Reaching higher than fading dreams I aspire to be a king
Not for desire to rule seen too many men turn fools
As if the crown blocks the brain from learning wisdom and truth
To be of use towards the youth - they rising like doves
Living in the light held by a warm embrace of love
To survive inside of it takes a greater trust
When darkness was our reality life was just a game to us
Children walk towards a future not knowing true meanings of dangerous
Hearts found bleeding from the angst of a....
Teenage rage when adults create cages for the insane to touch

[Nikola Tesla]

Far Beyond 5% knowledge spit in the livest tense
Israelite wise men roaming through the night again
I represent the sands of time ascertain the hour glass
Last like Flaschakaya Let my soul release past the fire
Hero for hire heritage is something tribal
Lunar cycles wake up true disciples
false idols fall like Tyson
Mandatory I suppose its the life we chose
Nick is spirit,truth and a microphone
Forever I remain like James Howlett & Raven Darkholme
Sparks thrown at thrones all this he condones
Nations fall Gaia smiles at her axis
Polar caps reverse wish he would erase what is cursed
But the fact is evil deeds attract this
Relax kid the way you've been taught is ass backwards
Staying on that narrow path hurts but for what it worth
I'll roam the earth do his work then fall to the dirt
Dry bones a shakin' tomorrow is taken no more reservations
Just revelations from the creator to his creations
The realest peace laced on a dope beat
games over slave culture strikes like insane vultures
What is the true nationality of the
black people of the western hemisphere?
Hear this clear but i sense fear as you look
The Duty Of The Chosen People froze your cerebral
We the people of the book so they cannot let us be
We the people of the book so they cannot set us free
Destiny.......

[Bre]

Good shit Nick D, kicking some good shit..

NickD I peep your shit like a pigeon, def not a hard mission
Makes me wanna smack wack rappers back to the kitchen
Shit is banging as a insane fuck makes wanna step my game up
Like my dick steps up when my dame gets her brain fucked
By yours truly the original murderer without a serial
I'll leave her at the cemetery all alone, getting teery ya'll
Time to die now, after that I'll write my next crime down
Rhyme style send it to the police and sign out
Mofo's can't catch me they handless, real bangers
Kill anthems, like wankers wank and bless
The lord for they only pleasure, your hommie's measure me
But the fag can't match the treasury, my hart is empty
I'll leave haters hateless full with love for me and my creaters
My bullets love everyone and leave bodies for day's, ask
The police if they found victims, and no answer will be found rissen
Above the authority of my guns and my ammunition
Shit is brainless but neccesary, and verry scarry
For those who oppose me, cause I'll leave you stupid like Jim Carrey

[GodsonAcrossTheBelly]

I hail from a land where everything-n-nething is fuckin cursed
lost souls hold egals leavin unfortunates bleedin-n-screamin like the hundred n first
half become bums ta the herb other half hold the title of the scum of the earth
suicidal minds roam within this zone wishin they fetus never sucumed ta they birth
crackheads prayin that they never leave like the slum is they church
sum kids enherit endless funds at they birth two blocks down the corner a nigga love ta find a crum in the dirt
on the back of our coins should b a gram in a pigeons feet
are leonardos verbally paint ants in the kitchen sink
wanna see a tru life horror story.....glance down a niggas street
glowin red eyes emiting from one of the corner boys pants down ta his fuckin feet
its jus the laws-n-the-ways i jus took sum time out ta draw-on-the-walls-of-ya-brains

[GodsonAcrossTheBelly]

catch me in my stillmatic-mode my physical untouchable like steel-fabric-clothes
wars...wut we still-havin-those? perished souls while ill-madness-grows
the boys-n-blue destroy-youth n get prazied-that-way anger-n-posionious-news anchor-voices-of-untruth then brains decay
never fool-me-wit-ya-schools tryin ta lure-me-ta-ya-wolves like bobby fischer to the usa i stay-away
my body waste-away sitten on this park bench all-day tailbone-cracked
i pay half of wut i get paid but cant say-a-thang cause my cellphone-taped
why-im-allways-hungry? never eat u can see ribs lika bad-lioness's-health
its like theres allways eyes-on-me like i jus sliped n knocked over a mad-scientists-shelf
i guess im jus tryin ta play the hand gods iron-fist-delt.............

[4anybody...]

Went from a brand new Expedition back to public transportation
Had an office where I fucked hoes in, now it's nothing but ambition
Used to celebrate every night with a can or a bottle
Now I'm in my momma's house scratchin a 2-dollar lotto
My lawyer's late to the pre-trial and the judge looks pissed--
Continuance. The bitch on the next bench has sum dick suckin lips
Plane rides and business trips were once a monthly routine
Now I'm thinking I might have broken my ankle bracelet machine
I took cabs w/ business presidents and drank with millionaires
Had friends in 10 states, now nobody cares
I hustle with thugs who talk a lot of shit all day
But it's cool cuz we're all about pussy and gettin paid
Crazy dreams of murder and sex keep me awake
And this antabuse gives me pounding headaches
Buying clothes at the salvation army again
The rise and fall of my life, might as well do it again

[4anybody...]

I chill with chicano thugs but I hang with refugees
They're tho only people who understand life as deep as me
Cuz we all been there, broke with only butter on toast
For breakfast, lunch and dinner--shit wasn't a joke

But while ya'll played games I was focusing my pain
Into planning for the future--for history's fortune and fame
While small minds search for "material, women and large paper"
"that means ur inferior, not major"

It's just like my homie from Afghanistan named Naseem
Back home they had nuthing, not even project buildings
The land was war-torn, he had to hunt animals to eat
He never yapped about lovin the fuckin streets

The UN delivered blankets and the wrong season's clothes
In December they got tank tops and shoes w/ open toes
He got his first pair of shorts, he didn't know what they were
He thought they cut off sum pants and he'd get the other half next December

They brought him here, he had to work 4 jobs
He learned to sleep standing up, but dude never robbed
Now he owns his own business, and takes shit from no one
My man Naseem, I'll never forget him, son

[ALIANZ]

A lil something I started working on today, I call it "Ignorance"

Mammals, Reptiles, Amphibians, but were the true beast thats blessed with ignorance
Were all the same, though, between ourselves we degrade, but tell me whats the difference
All Kings and Queens, of this Earth, but were so thirst, to step on the next man's crown
But I understand now, we were made to destroy, until death's been pronounced
The end of humanity, all thanks to its own kind, the individuals out there, with a sick state of mind
Throughout time, individuals commit genocide, some pay while others just get away with the crime
If you ask me, I think it's quite sickening, how people go out and commit these acts
Thus I analyze, and these ideas, on paper I extract, to be heard by all the mass-es
No longer blind, I see the real world, no need for these illusion seeing glasses
They call it, Survival of the fittest, but to me its just ignorance
When it comes to ourselves and this world, we make stupid decisions like were all just illiterates


Just wanted to see what everyone's thoughts on this would be, they say your best compliment is criticism, helps you to do better at what you're doing...

[GodsonAcrossTheBelly]

nyce shit.....now jus try n make ur own style, ur obviously lyrical but try n come up wit ur own twist to it be creative


one

[4anybody...]

i wrote this listening to the Stillmatic Ave mixtape Intro

it's the first day....
Of the rest of my life
21rst century resurrection of Christ
With a shaved head, 'stache, and fresh pair of nikes ----------[like "bikes"]
Been waiting five centuries to usher in a new era
Five centuries of religio-ethnic terror
Let me take you on a journey, follow me up the stairs
Past the girlies and the playas, the ballers and the haters
The city council and the mayor, past the moon's deep craters
We'll reach the highest layers--the next level of universal passion
The website hackin', stock market crashin'
Franklin lackin', hip hop attackin'
Middle East scrappin', MP3 stashin'
As a suavecito, I chilled w/ my cuz from Puerto Rico
We ate small burritos and joked w/ our other little primos
Mommy said, "vente, mi jito."--So I ran up the stairs, so aware of the man I would become
Grow from a carefree child to a rebellious son
While that mixed blood cooked slowly in my veins
I was driven as if I was biting on leather reigns
Like the horse of a conquistador
Holding a gold shield and silver sWord
Slaying Mayan men and treating the women like whores
The diversity of faces, yet it's still so racist
Seems like whites are only fair on a case by case basis
Yet we're unaware of our own prestigious places
All I ask is that my brothers connect
Come lamp at my crib for a sec, let's talk about the best
Is yet to come, all of us have won
To survive all these years, despite our many tears
Wakin up to the fact that we're all just one

[Lerone]

****Interestng stuff in here****

[ElCount]

There's a full moon over New York
My gray hairs creepin on me with a wolve's walk,
My gurls is passin me by so their livers can laugh,
My heart's clutchin onto my nerves to keep pumpin fast,
My genies screamin at me to pop the cap off,
Their potential been piled on for years without a cross,
My paper's shrivel up as soon as the ink jots my mind's pain,
But these terabytes of netspace might be just enough tame...

[vexed less]

just sum lame shit...ill keep continuein to add to when i get bored...


i wrote rhymes; dope lines, spoke both raw n bold,
my sentences evoke all ya senses... listen, see, smell n fell my talk,

[(--LazerScope-->>]

Totally flawless, vocally gorgeous
My thoughts is pure rawness, spit like the court's lawless
And I can't get knocked...My gwap is banked in stocks
While ya money's coming up short like ankle socks!
I'm about to spank you, watch! Start devising escape plans
I'll start shooting at ya feet just to watch you break-dance!
Ya'll fake ranks, in the streets claiming you bosses
But in the pen you taking losses, cleaning the toilets!

[T-rade]

i wrote this listening to the Stillmatic Ave mixtape Intro

it's the first day....
Of the rest of my life
21rst century resurrection of Christ
With a shaved head, 'stache, and fresh pair of nikes ----------[like "bikes"]
Been waiting five centuries to usher in a new era
Five centuries of religio-ethnic terror
Let me take you on a journey, follow me up the stairs
Past the girlies and the playas, the ballers and the haters
The city council and the mayor, past the moon's deep craters
We'll reach the highest layers--the next level of universal passion
The website hackin', stock market crashin'
Franklin lackin', hip hop attackin'
Middle East scrappin', MP3 stashin'
As a suavecito, I chilled w/ my cuz from Puerto Rico
We ate small burritos and joked w/ our other little primos
Mommy said, "vente, mi jito."--So I ran up the stairs, so aware of the man I would become
Grow from a carefree child to a rebellious son
While that mixed blood cooked slowly in my veins
I was driven as if I was biting on leather reigns
Like the horse of a conquistador
Holding a gold shield and silver sWord
Slaying Mayan men and treating the women like whores
The diversity of faces, yet it's still so racist
Seems like whites are only fair on a case by case basis
Yet we're unaware of our own prestigious places
All I ask is that my brothers connect
Come lamp at my crib for a sec, let's talk about the best
Is yet to come, all of us have won
To survive all these years, despite our many tears
Wakin up to the fact that we're all just one

wow! :29mrn0l:

[Lerone]

..................................40 bars..................................

****LERONE’s Review of the Rhyme Competition****


************************************************** *********
Started off as not a joke……but ended on a humble
note,…Throughout…I kept it real with everything I wrote,
Concepts,..Knowledge, Women, Relaxing,..& Growing Up,
Had my little spin on ‘em each,...my rank was goin’ up,…
Can’t complain at four,….Technic’ly three,…at the
end 4anybody revealed…Ace’s identity,..
Add the score of both of them…Lazer’s really second, had a
feelin’ someone would do the multiple character method be-
fore the competition began,…but I ain’t mad,……
That was done by Slick Rick,…Biggie, & Red-man,…checked a
thread & read my flow was hard to follow…because my use of
dots provides a challenge for some…to have my verses swallowed
better or however way they want ta,…even if ya’ll don’t re-
ply to what I write I ain’t bothered,…just remember that I
always got a beat in my head…before I type & post it
up for ya’ll to read what I said,…Every line I type’s a
bar…from beginning to end,…them group of dots I put’s a
pause…so my statements connect,…If ya’ll don’t get it read my
verses slow enough to catch on,…or maybe I should type a
reference of the beat I flow on…and four..asterisks as
what I’m known to do but in yellow….at the start and at the
end of pre-verse..statements to settle….confusion on the
style of typin’ that I choose to use,….hopin’ that the
situation can remain diffused,……In the comp…
..wasn’t rapacious or greedy to post..first,...cuz be-
fore I lay the raw I like to soak the most..first,…Condes-
cending, no..sir,…all clear,..non-dilute,…vo-cab
…words..I use,..the meanings I throw in a clue…for
you to keep…track,…make sure..your seat’s..strapped when you re-
cite the way I ride…cuz rhythm is accentuated in-
side my poetry with a certain level of potency, so
surrep-titious, or sneaky ain’t the way you knowin’ me,..
Pen or keyboard,…real or bombastic rambling,…pompous or
Honest answers,…steady or slow or faster,…flippin’ or
rippin’, simple or vivid, however you lip it,…take ad-
vice & inculcate it till you never forget it,…packin’
lines..in ya rhyme,…three bars..worth in a line is out of
order, that would make me wanna rank you much..lower,…
Ignorin’ the order of bars…thinkin’ you iller, read di-
rections then maybe you’ll get respected much quicker,…

************************************************** *********

[4anybody...]

^^
u even wrote Worst Enemy lyrics like that. i just don't see a pattern.
But nice verse neways



sum shit i scribbled 2day...

I met Utes in Montrose, Apache in New Mex
Older heads told me stories of the BIA's effects
"Yá'át'ééh" to my brethren in the Navajo Nation
Has n e one else here ever been to the Pine Ridge Reservation?
Bill Clinton declared it a 3rd world country
Dirt roads, wood shacks, stray dogs and dead trees
Just a lyttle rhyme to refresh ur mind
Thinking back to all the people I met in my time
Our lives intertwined from elementary to jail cells
So whats up to Calvin, Tony, Matt and Calvert--I pray ur livin well
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Much luv 2 my homie Antonio aka Quonz
By 22 he lost both his dad and his moms
We broke bread with each other, I taught him a little about game
He taught me about 2012, when the Mayans say the world ends
Pastor Troy jumping out the stereo speakers
I took care of ur chihuahua when u weren't near
We used to blaze the bud then stroll downtown 2 find sumthin 2 cut
When either of us wuz down we helped eachother out the rut
But we were crazy, I used to snuff and yoke him
and One time he broke into my pad and robbed everything in....it
But it's all good we all go thru sum ruff patches
We still kick it, the other day I took him to buy sum glasses

[4anybody...]

Generator--Operator--Destroyer
Energy so strong it would melt the strongest warrior
He is the one to whom mankind has always prayed
Whether man's sitting-in for peace or ready to invade

He guides some to reach great heights--others reject him and fall deep
But if your smart u should fear him and never say his name in vain when u speak
The Higher Power speaks through me, transcribed thru poems
Given me immense power to deliver emotions in songs

Terror, like on the faces of deep sea fishermen
Who net a giant squid off the coast of Japan
I stand like an emperor cloaked in dark shadows
My ominous presence is like the medieval gallows

Behind me lurks the faces of multifarious gods
Quetzalcoatl breaths slowly, Ganesh curls his trunk in the fog
The truth behind this nightmare is hidden in the lost gospels
Translated from Aramaic, but abrogated from the apocrypha

The modern race for righteous spiritual identity
Is like Edison and Tesla competing for control of electricity
Alternating currents, with full sine waves
4 hundred 60 volts powering 3 phrase

motors with overload protection
bi-metal thermal strips designed for heat detection
Energizes a load that runs a humidity control
Which delicately balances the moisture, making sure there's no mold

In the mainframe of the computer network of Merrill Lynch
One little electrical spark could burn every square inch
Billions of dollars evaporated by the fire
Similar to the capricious nature of human desire

A man falls in love with his wife's sister
His wife kicks him out--suddenly he starts to miss her
She lets him back, he's a model husband for a sec
But 2 years later he's beggin a waitress for sex

With rhymes radiating straight from my heart
I dissect social psychology into its smallest parts
I utter ancient secrets once told in parables by the wise
To compensate for B. Gizzle rhyming about cooking pies

On the spectrum of hip hop, I'm closer to Killah Priest
I respect him for painting "The Last Supper" in modern day streets
This is the introduction to a contemporary Bible
And if u ignore the coming signs u will be held liable

[(--LazerScope-->>]

I'm deciding...am I scribing or rhyming?
Precise designing is blinding while shining
Finding the right timing to strike like white lightning,
Smite with my writing so mics are quite pining!
Despite whining, I incite wining and dining
'Til I'm binding the night, riding and grinding a tight hymen....
The lining is hiding the iron-ing for firing
As I'm mining the diamonds in my mind that's residing....!

[Nikola Tesla]

I trample those who ramble on endlessly, about useless topics born from misery
Torn from history my nation been lost for what seems like centuries
Forsaken memory, all idols are enemy we worshiped them free and earned a fee
And lost titles its killing we...Feel the chills in me walking towards where many be
Masses of people, crowded planet of cowards, massive evil, souls used as power
Timeless Israelite, down by law fight off foolish kings crowned by a flaw
I've seen many things while not looking, plot the hook as I
Harmonized the mind, Hip-Hop sciences deionized they shine
False teachings of Babylon infiltrate art, here's where fate parts targets the heart
In darkness it starts, light become vain, blinding truth to a children's game
Combining youth to a new age reign, everyday stays the same
But soon comes the pain, raining shame pouring on the sins of youth
Few repent the rest never rest their stress is living proof
Forgive thy self fall helpless before the future cuts loose
Those who don't exist confused, pawns who lose with their necks in the noose

[vexed less]

^^^damn man.....thats the shit right there.

[Bre]

Yo yo yo yo yo

yo

wuzza

Keystyle for shizzle, ya know

Ayo my flow doesn't has a delivery still it kills em
I recieved it from god like a dog from a mail man
In your coffin I'm the last nail man, that's some true blue thing
What the coffin is poor quality? You in no place to be complaining
I'm true doo doo, fuck you try to tell
I do you, and send you to hell
Bla bla bla bla I got no inspiration, my man replied with
So just spit on that typical gangsta drive by shit
Although I'm white and from the suburbs
The audience really thinks I live those words
My rhyme scheme is pre B.C, way before the weel rolled
When artists didn't give a fuck about going gold
Now I ask you to rewind this, back to when the rhymes lived
Its a rare mindstate and I hope you can find it

That bullshit

BRE AKA TONY BREYO... YA'll KNOW THE FUCKING DEAL!

[T-rade]

It's funny

It's funny that at the age of sixteen
You know and been close to some coke fiends
Known a couple of alcoholics
Lived the streets, but didn't turn out brollic
Decided my talk needs to be filled with knowledge
Get my degree, hit a college
That's that shit that my mom paid for
Worked her ass off, even when nobody paid her
My parents real different, i won't compare you
My father taught me to be real careful
Especially how i carry my wisdom
Some people might feel that I dissed em
Alot said i should be careful when i correct you
Same with; that was smart, i really respect you
Lost a friend to coke, but i won't forget you
Do you remember me, or are you sniffed forgetful


It's funny that when everything around can be so wrong
You can still come out, and not do it so wrong
I won't walk my fathers footsteps
I know that! And haven't even placed my first foot yet
Nor do I idolize my aunt nor my grandma
I idolize people like the black panthers
But more like ghandi, stop the violence
Forget about the tabus, break the silence

It's funny how depression still lurk after 6 years
Since i had a depression, it has been 6 years
I was unhappy, tho with no reason
It never changed, call it one season
Stood with the curtain wrapped around my neck
Knew if i jumped, i would never touch the deck

[(--LazerScope-->>]

Niggaz is funnystyle, actin' all invincible
Ignorant to the fact that Karma is cyclical
Individuals who wanna be criminals be bussin' they tools
Like they can't get hit with six, and be spitting up blood when they drool
That's shit's crazy, all day like I'm seven-thirty
I need money like it's water and I'm forever thirsty
Angels in Heaven cursed me, like, "We not feeling that dude!"
I asked God to back-slap 'em for me for speaking that rude

[vexed less]

...fear i see it in ya, scope you shakin, ... seein u scared now,
once acted tough but now backin up, lackin luck got u here now,
bottom lip start to shake on him,
haters im quick ta break on em,
u pushed aside, let it slide, a problem aint wat this fake wantin...

....damn im done man....

[(--LazerScope-->>]

Well look who crawled outta the woodwork
A nigga who hangs at truck stop bathrooms, looking for a good jerk!
Nigga, don't fuck with me, I could get ya whole "hood merked"
Rhyme berzerk, yes I am a crook
Fuck a book, the judge wanna throw the whole library at me
So no need for me to spank thee, I'll just blast thee
Therefore, another faggot's life has ended, should have asked for repentance
U even admitted u done before I begun....Nigga check ya last sentence.

[vexed less]

^^^
Well look who crawled outta the woodwork...lol...

just checkin nigga...cant see why u dont wanna battle but gots time to kick shit in the 'APRT'...???

[GodsonAcrossTheBelly]

explode....a nostalgic blast got me traped in this back-track conversate wit the past
caught in history's-grasp set in stone articulate wit the facts
my lifes rewind button taped down eletrical-black, dirty acts flash a confessional-rap
first u see me react then u see wut had happin
cant decihper my words but u can see that im yappin
witness the fusion of jazz-n-rappin, clothes get tighter the de-evolution-of-fashion
crack turns back into coke laughs turn back into jokes

[I got that confident soul]

yo-so this is where i can spit about anything that pops up?/
since i'm anonymous, i'll just dump my diryy little thoughts/
fucc a bitch. everyone of them is out to get rich/
fucc my boss. dudes not fit to suck my dick/
fucc my p.o. frontin like he's a goody goody/
i know he's getting drunk on the reg and banging miss mushy tooshy/
sumtimes i wanna kill these motherfuccers and i hatch little plans/
then i watch CSI and know there's no way i can scam them/
i'm not like my uncle, i'm too pussy to kill myself with a gun/
i'd rather try slow suicide drinking two half gallons of rum/
i guess im this fucced up cuz what my momma did to me/
nah, i'm just a sicc fucc with bad lucc, with no bread and ugly/

[4anybody...]

Most mc's shit aint got no bite, it's all bark and little snarls
While mine's got more explosives than Ernie, Kenny, and Charles
that's TNT, u dumb sh!t, invented to blow up hard rock
So I guess there's no comp, cuz ur 'bout as hard as ur soaked jackoff sock

[4anybody...]

^^
rejected battle line

[Frank Rizzo]

bored at da 9 to 5

blackberry freestyles

Without tryin, I symbolize
The dreams and hopes
of every b-boy dat rhymes
for every bling bling line
media outlets that criticizes
& regilous old folk that just
Bitch and chatise
I ascend above them
For I'm divine
Cleanse da hip-hop soul
With flows that baptize

To those on this forum
this is like viewing da big bang
If you're religious,
This is like looking at God
If you love hip hop
These verses rival those
written for Ra
Hubble investigate
Mysterious masses of stars
Nasforum
You get to investigate
These heavenly bars
Sit back & enjoy
This display of poetry
affecting every life
throughout the galaxies
I come to you given
You a small dose
With a divine plan
To leave you
With 50,000 years of quotes

[Mic E]

Been gone for awhile/
And now it's time to lose those smiles/
I bet all ya'll been actin' all wild/
Now you get 'under'grounded like a bad child/

Sucks
Peace.

[vexed less]

^^^wat up Mike H, how u?
good to see u back spittin son...
a few wanted posters where put up, n ur face laced some milk cartons for a while... then people just gave up...thought u was gone...lol
keep spittin.
peace

[4anybody...]

With a gold cross, wife beater and black bandana
I flow over guitar solos by Carlos Santana
Mamis smiling in spaghetti strings and sky-blue mascara
I sip a Sobe while spitting game to a stripper named Sara

I recall a day when I was 8, I had a vision of my fate
Kneeling, I prayed to Jesus and the Virgin in a chapel in Santa Fe
I felt the surge of the spirit--I read the Pentateuch in one day
And sang the Ave Maria at my grandfather's wake

Now I have masterful control of language from pronunciation to grammar
So clear it's like ur watching my life thru a video camera
Million dollar rhymes but I'll never see a dime
Cuz playing Denver MCs on MTV would be like committing a crime

[4anybody...]

I'm Nasforum's best. Ok, maybe second to Lazer
My mind ain't been the same since I almost died in a Blazer
Back in '99. Before that, I was just chill all the time
Never one for grimey shit--life was always "Itzoweezee" and "Summertime"

But on that April grey day my brain chemistry changed
I started running and gunning, finding clandestine ways to stack change
I started choppin' mad chocha, cheifin' mad mota
Chugging vodk and Tuaca, 'til the sergeant said "Gotcha!"

Overcrowding forced me out so I continued on that route
But times got much rougher, jealous rats and snakes tried to take my clout
By the end, repo jacked my Expo, and I had been robbed of everything I owned
A trash bag of dirty clothes was my pillow, sleeping on my apartment floor

I didn't give a fuck, each day I hussled up a few bucks
Enough to take the edge off and pull a slut to bust my nut
Gulping that ice-brewed juice, I would borrow my homie's van
Drinkin' and thinkin' 'bout new ways, a new plan, a new scam

I could drink 20 beers and still act dead sober
But the alc was still on my breath when the po pulled me over
Secretly, I was like "Cool. I'll get 3 squares and say whaddup to sum fam"
I was sentenced to have psychological help--to fix the mind of this man

I had paranoia and manic episodes caused by deep depression
Thoughts of homicide and suicide--that's why I carried various weapons
Since then I've read many books and have begun to emerge from the fog
And I continue to write stories from my past as my memories are jogged

[(--LazerScope-->>]

MY LIFE

If my life's a movie, then Wes Craven's the director
I've already faced shit that could've made me a specter
I've survived staring into the black eye of a heckler
I had nights where dinner was just some bread & black pepper
I shed tears 'til my eyes couldn't get any redder
I spent weeks stuck in the crib without no cheddar
I had fights with my girl swearing I would dead her
But when she asked to get back together, I still let her
I smoked haze during school days getting high as a bird
I played games on the corner where I saw blood dried on the curb
I ducked years with my hands on the car, jake patting me down
Years later, I'm legit, and they STILL harassing me now
Never knew how to act, but I should win the street Oscar
Tho I never played a cop, crook, cowboy, soldier, or mobster
Hip-Hop's the score, and the credits rollin' after....

THE END, mu'fuckaz

FADE TO BLACK

Cut the camera!

[Kush]

this is a lyrical god in the physical flesh
I spit 16 bars in 60 seconds or less and lay the 7 theory to rest

try to test and get crushed by my rhymes weight
tectonic earth plates shake from the lyrical quake I awake

flip numerical codes in the equation of drake
harmonize HAARP electromagnetic intake for the mind state

I spit one hot verse turn the pacific into a dry lake
why wait if a bitch want to suck you off on the first date

there's no rebate from southern rappers illiteracy in lyrics
your mind just been charged the lowest price when you hear it

I feel mentally drain after hearing the radio
where are the real Dj’s and the Rakim’s of the studio's

most fluctuate flow like ocean waters on a forceful windy day
my tongue like a professional surfer surfing
the frequency wave with the perfect display

this is stamped creativity at it’s best
I just delivered to you niggas minds like a residential address

[T-rade]

Arrived at the spot, broke my beer
Was a lil nervous you know, had to see a dear
We went a year back, but first time real meeting
Dry throat, rapid heart beating, trouble breathing
Went to her house, heard a lil music
After a few minutes i felt the arrow of cupid
Buy some candy? Asked for money, so we could do it
Kept teasing each other, said she was stupid
But with a grin and followed by a hug
I just wanted to be near her, is that real love?
Then we saw some tv, Martin on the channel
After that, diner and a Barnaby, with a task he could handle
So we went to bed, she almost knocked me out of it
But when we woke, she didn't seem proud of it
It meaning that night, we held hands
Kissed once, but mainly held hands
That day she seemed hurt, as if i've done her bad
Seemed distance while interested, drove ya boy mad
Seems like once more i may have unhappy love on my plate
Well ya saw what happend after my date

Here's a continuation for this
Saw her again, this time as a friend
But my heart was beating, my mind repeating
The last time i saw her, It do everything for her
And this time we was only together for a quarter
Perfect won't describe all she is, i love her, is it that obvious?
But maybe I should get the next one, text one
Where I at least could get som sex from
But she's my baby, my lady
She act's like she wanna play me
then date me and then she hates me
And I hate that, it's driving me crazy

[(--LazerScope-->>]

Fuck sick, I spit the plague...Never a bit afraid
Rhymes? I rip the page -- At times, click the gauge
For liars who a li-ttle vague, with lines they thick and paid
I deny, then dig the grave, for the so-called big & brave

[4anybody...]

32 with no man, money or education
Low income housing, they just keep her application
She maybe makes 5, 6 hundred bucks a month
And she cries many nights, she needs a father for her son

Who’s 15 in 8th grade, and will prolly flunk out next year
He doesn’t have any friends and he experiments with beer
Why? Maybe cuz dad disappeared ‘bout 14 years ago
Mom went to work at McDonald’s and became a little ho

She just wanted sumone to support them and not treat her like a slut
But she only has 1 skill and that’s make a man bust a nut

One time she looked at her life, and her disproportioned face in the mirror
She felt the only answer wuz to give up men for six years
Thinking of all who’ve done her wrong, including her brother Tom
Who raped her at 13. Oh, how she wanted her mom

To show her compassion and hugs, but gave disgust and no love
And father won’t quit drinking—Is this what the world is made of?
Why can’t she see that she needs to stop offering that C?
She thinks that’ll bait a good one, but they all lie thru their teeth

Including me—I’m not exempt from the list of the scum
Who promised her the world, soothing her eardrums
Lead her on then hit and run—I’m the dirt of the earth
Cuz everytime it happens she looses some self-worth

This story is embarrassing, my guilt has made me write it
I’ve become physically sick—I don’t know how to right this wrong shit
No more alc to numb my life, I can’t begin to handle this
This is what I am? So cold and so selfish?

Growing up I always swore, either 1 girl or many whores
And I said I’d never lie or trick to get in drawers
Why can’t SHE read a book? Have sum respect for her own self?
Nah, I have to end this right now, put these habits on the shelf

[ElCount]

Damn I felt that alot 4any...Kinda reminded me of Dance with the Devil...

Rhythm got no beat these days,
Optic eyes soak in whatever their TV plays,
Can't live if we livin by another man's sig,
It wen't somethin like this...
BOMBING for peace is like fuckin for virginity!
A don in the streets is what in other vicinities!
I've torn off my leash so everybody come and sin with me!
Party with me in Basin City...
But if you gotta bachelor of arts your too smart,
Go save the world...I'll riddle you a hint as a headstart:
Just free my girls...Give then a proper death,
Our culture's supreme since we speak the last dialect,
Imperialism's the new serial killer!
Propaganda reigns the new thriller,
104 million brainwashed,
not enough makers of chainsaws,
Where the fuck is Jason when you need 'em,
Where's Freddy to bloody ya son's dreams until he seeks his freedom?
The mud bled the meadow, not the other way around,
Her blood red stilletos crush my crown and graze the ground...

[(--LazerScope-->>]

Which shall I live by? Allah's blessings, or prevention of transgressions
This man's essence, at times is crazy like wild westerns
"Unforgiven", I was a "Shootist" for a "Fist Full of Dollars"
'Til I saw the light, and like Marvin, it "Made Me Wanna Holla"
So I, followed no leaders, learned lessons not borrowed from teachers
Took back my Yesterdays, Todays, and Tomorrows from preachers
Men with the hollowest features, used to haunt my nightly slumber
The silence of God used to make me nightly wonder --
"Where you at, dog? Is you hearing my prayers?
Don't you hear my moms and pops still fighting upstairs?
Can't you see my vision blurry through my eyesight of tears?
Do you even really care to alleviate my fears?"
But then the wool was lifted, and this fool was gifted
With words that soothed and sifted my dreams 'til they drifted
Into oblivion -- No longer ignorance's minion
I reclaimed my power and proclaimed knowledge my dominion!

[4anybody...]

thanks el. btw, ur rhyme is creative as hell.




I’m not hard…I’m just ur average chicano
Who’s done a lot of stupid shit tryin to find an easy hustle
And I’ve stopped copping out with “I didn’t ask for this life”
‘Cuz “That’s a bullshit excuse” was my momma’s advice

At the same time, there’s like this side of me that’s good
I’m smart, I work hard, I do the things that I should
I can keep this up for so long, but then sumthing starts to happen
My mind becomes cloudy and I can’t predict my next action

I’ve search for remedies: drugs, women and wine
I’ve even tried church, ambition and crime
Psychiatrists don’t know shit, they’re just drug companies’ pawns
They put my brother in a home with rats 9 inches long

No one can save my ass—that what I’ve come to find out
And there’s nothing I can do to ignore my life’s route
No highs from little heists, no thrills from scoopin thick butts
They might be fun at the moment, but I’ll be soon back in the rut

I only stay consistent, when I’m true to my soul
I might draught a political essay, draw a picture, write a poem
See, those things are my gifts, never been schooled in none of that ish
They just flow from my dome and my heart to the pen tip

I write it down for the world, bearing my soul
Remembering my past, when I was 12 years old
I wore the same shirt for 4 out of 7 days every week
Some kids would point and laugh, but I fought others in the street

So if u don’t know what I mean, then this ish is not for u
“IT’S FOR ANYBODY, BUT NOT FOR EVERYBODY”—and that’s the truth

God, why look back, tho? I don’t gain anything from it
And if u got 1 foot in the past and future, u piss all on the present
Then again, I gotta get these demons out of my head
Cleanse my mind and spirit, I have to watch how I tread

They say pain is simply weakness leaving the body
I DO think that’s the case ‘cuz 2day I don’t wanna end my life with a shotty
I’m thankful I’ve made it this far, it’s like I’m living on borrowed time
The details of my stupid choices have been burned into my mind

Like a laser, but sumtimes I keep my stories vague
‘Cuz we connect in generalities, and details might make sum stray
U C what I mean? Plus I could get lock’d up if I leave specifics
So don’t hate on it. Remember, I’m just ur average chicano kid

I write my rhymes down, type ‘em up, and post ‘em online
Ya’ll can read ‘em if u want or u can pay ‘em no mind

[Bre]

Its cost me nothing so yes I pay mind and take time
To read it, and make time so I can create a rhyme
In which I list my adventures and conclusions
It starts with a pimp driving a pimped out new benz
And the one who´s clean, dying to get money like the bad man
But perhaps that ain´t his true colours and its a act and
When he goes off stage he got a son that love gay´s
and daughter who got sprayed while she got laid
HIV is a silent killer, no matter where you at I bet
Ryker´s island is iller, a fact is fact no excuse for that
I tried to see it through your eyes mr four eyes
And what I saw was no suprise, fucked up for life
By your own Nas dick sucking behaviour, no hater
This forum is a meal and you bring some gay ass flavour
To it, now the meal´s ruined, better leave the board
You gay ass Daisy flower before you get etherd for the fourth
Thousand time in a row, now I kick a rhyme and flow
That´s anti gay, till the coward´s gone
The God is me, I rip you harder then Rest in Peace
Harder then you ripped the package of your Nas CD
To make you cry, I'll rip the plastic of your tent H-H-I-D CD
You like a fat bitch from ten thousand BC
At least you didn't fail at life, cause you don't have one
I'll slap you like a alcoholic father does his ugly fat ass stepson
Nobody wants you, even Tom rejected you as friend on myspace
You like what Nas likes you hate what Nas hates
It ain't Stannish, its way more advanced, you a creep
You tried but couldn't fuck a sheep even when its asleep
To you Nas is more than a rapper, he's your only friend left
If he knew, hiphop would have another artist dead
Oh wait I made a mistake you got another friend mr right hand
But I asked him the other night, and he don't really like son
Fuck Pac? Nah fuck you the unwanted son off Andy Milonakis
Fag wipe the cum of your Nastradamus disc
I know you like ''you owe me'' your the only one fag enough, fact
But that just disgust me like looking at your head
Please put a bag over it, so your no longer scaring any baby
I actually put a price on it, and then the assasin paid me
Couldn't accept it, so he donated it to the wackness foundation
It'll benefit you cause you so wack its groundbreaking
Fuck D4L you worse you ain't hiphop's killer but a burgler
And this is what we call the oposite of a silent murder
The greatest to ever do it this prooves it so don't wonder why I'm
it/You don't want it, so better log out for ever like Summertime

[T-rade]

At times I'm so high, so my mood is low
I pace fast, or is it just you moving slow?
Am I left here because they know I'm right?
It's daytime, but I'm still a fighting knight
My rep says I'm crooked, but I'm also straight
I'm a stand-up guy, but down to push weight
We are all on Nickelodeon being a cat-dawg
People with reason... where you at ya?

[E-MAC]

Just some randoms thoughts as i'm blazed the fuck up/
Flipping through channels wondering if Michael Vick's career is done/
And now O'Reilly is blaming hip-hop for this shit/
Snoop dog was right Bill's nothing but a hating bitch/
Didn't we learn our lessons from the Duke Lacrosse case/
Innocent until proven guilty?, yeah those are now just words/
And I know what your thinking it's all about race/
Sorry but black,white, or hispanic everyone deserves a fair trail in the US/
The guilty need to be punished but too many innocents get the same/
A trial is like a roll of the dice, at any time you can get a seven or two eyed snake/
Now as I flip the channel, here come the presidential debates/
But Hip-Hop already learned not to fuck with politics, that's the reason it's dead/
Do you really believe that the US will elect Obama or Hillary? please/
White men elect white men it's the basis of our country either that or they'll cheat/
Now who the fuck do I think I am to speak out about these topics/
A spic's opinion is worth more on Telemundo than reaching a mass audience/
These fake prophets are now around every corner/
They're either predicting we'll win in Iraq or having affairs with their gay lovers/
Shit's disgusting and hard to swallow/
But fuck it, I don't care i'm too busy emptying this blue bottle/
Drugs and alcohol help numb the pain/
Not just the physical scars left from the hood but life's mental strains/
That's why I can't get hyped about saving the earth/
Don't know how much longer i'll be alive, cause i'm the one who needs live aid/
The economies great and still there are fewer and fewer jobs/
The weather is sunny but still clouds are all that I see above/
The Sun is out now yet it's the twilight that I prefer/
Insomniac since a young child but when I'm a sleep it's the only time I feel safe/
Loss, pain, hope, anger, despair, grieff and hate is all that I now know/
It's like the wheel of misfortune, anywhere it lands on I still get fucked/
Now I don't feel bad for myself that stopped long ago/
I just get some enjoyment from putting pen to paper and then letting it all go/

[4anybody...]

^
feelin it, e-mac--i relate to that

[4anybody...]

U know all girls are the same, talking that innocent game
Me and U can see thru but what about all those lames?
That don’t get no ass until they marry a slut
She either gets real fat or finds sancho to bust her nut

It’s like that chick that swears she only goes to the club to dance
But by 2 a.m., I’m driving her to my spot with my hand down her pants
Soft, but kinda prickly, she coulda used another shave
..that little mooshy wetness makes me forget what I was just sayin…

I asked her to come watch a movie, she practically yelled when she said “yes”
A half an hour at my spot, she starts taking off her dress
She whispers in my ear “We’re being bad,” but I can feel her smile
I mean, girls like this, u ask for an inch, and they give u a mile

When the first session’s over she starts telling me lies
Like, “I’ve never done this before” and “U have beautiful eyes”
Shit, first of all, she knows damn well, we’re not watching a DVD @ 3 a.m.
And second, I’m not butt-ugly, but my eyes don’t deserve no compliments

Next thing you know, she’ll tell her homegurl how somehow, 1 thing led to another
And I’m like I don’t want no girl that gives it up that quick to B my baby’s mother
So she keeps callin and, reluctantly, I keep answering at first
But I soon fall back and resort to only texting--like a jerk

I tell her I’m sick and I can’t talk, but I only think of how I’m still coming up
How my paper’s getting larger and I’ll soon B pulling phatter butts
I don’t want to play her, don’t wanna drag this on
So I end it, but now I see how we’ve both been doing wrong

See, she has this image in her head of what kind of man she should get with
And since she’s prolly weak-minded, she ends up falling for any dude with confidence
She don’t know what’s a man, is he a thug is he bougie?
Is he dark? Is he light? She dunno, so she watches more MTV

And I do the same, I can’t decide what I want
And as soon as I smash, I feel like I deserve better babes to hump
Than my current cooch, I start comparing her to all the girls out there
“I can do better than this” is my motto, but I don’t mean to be a player

Why do I get bored of every girl? Why can’t I find a good woman?
Should I take the advice of that 60’s song and just marry an ugly woman?
Yeah, I wanna be happy for the rest of my life, but is the cost worth it?
I dunno, I’m being dumb, all on sum superficial shit

[4anybody...]

My flow stays gold no matter what the DJ brings
I kill boom-bap and soul loops but I prefer the Gypsy Kings
An eagle grasping a snake spoke to me in a dream
He said, "You need to learn to trust ur spirit cuz thingz aren't alwayz as they seem"

[E-MAC]

^ Nice one 4anybody, you should definately at least make a sixteen out of those lines.

[T-rade]

Arrived at the spot, broke my beer
Was a lil nervous you know, had to see a dear
We went a year back, but first time real meeting
Dry throat, rapid heart beating, trouble breathing

Went to her house, heard a lil music
After a few minutes i felt the arrow of cupid
Buy some candy? Asked for money, so we could do it
Kept teasing each other, said she was stupid

But with a grin and followed by a hug
I just wanted to be near her, is that real love?
Then we saw some tv, Martin on the channel
After that, diner and a Barnaby, with a task he could handle

So we went to bed, she almost knocked me out of it
But when we woke, she didn't seem proud of it
It meaning that night, we held hands
Kissed once, but mainly held hands

That day she seemed hurt, as if i've done her bad
Seemed distance while interested, drove ya boy mad
Seems like once more i may have unhappy love on my plate
Well ya saw what happend after my date

Saw her again, this time as a friend
But my heart was beating, my mind repeating
The last time i saw her, It do everything for her
And this time we was only together for a quarter

Perfect won't describe all she is, i love her, is it that obvious?
But maybe I should get the next one, text one
Where I at least could get som sex from

But she's my baby, my lady
She act's like she wanna play me
then date me and then she hates me
It makes me crazy being left here at maybe
Other emotions are fed up cause konfusion ate me

[Bre]

Before you think of keeping me down, think more
You don't get me? Let me say it in Klingor
It will get worse as I continue this rap verse
While you are just a wack ass in a short skirt
You rappers feel yourself too much like a chronic masturbater
Why kill right away when I can torture and blast you later?
You don't know like a old timer with altzheimer
Well let me remind you small timer
Or let's not and just whoaaa like Black Rob
And stare for a while at your wack drop
Your more played out then a line with verbally
Your soul hates me more then Nazi Germany

[ElCount]

For two millenia mystify the path of Christians,
And because of that we crucify all lives just to prove your existance!
How dare you let the world spin in turmoil!
Burnin our soil so your self-centered germs can boil!

[illmental]

niggas pretend that they can't be touched/
but they feel the adreneline rush when the gun bust they fucked/
crack skulls 4 capital blaze barettas for cheddar/
settle for lesser-never/
I'm as high as a kite/
as fly as a bird in flight/
in the mix like crystal light, nigga get it right/
this is life i spit hot shit/
I make niggas break fast like biscuits and hot grits/
not for that pop shit- my revolution's strictly 4 the underground get down like syndrome/
when in Rome do as the Roman catholic masses prey 4 atonement/
cuz any moment could be ur last, get cash/
cuz any nigga can be hot but in the end we all become ash in the tray/
then pass away but every underdog has his day minus the cape/

[(--LazerScope-->>]

Emcees fear...the cur of Lucifer's here
Didn't it occur to you herbs to beware --
That when I'm on the curb spillin' verbs like beer
You shouldn't be there?
Because an act of manslaughter might happen
Yeah...another nigga's career flattened, over rappin'
Dudes was soft like satin, yet claimin' they packin'
'Til I light 'em up like 4th of July in Manhattan
I don't sleep but I stay 'nappin'...kids, that is
Cutting pigs when I put the blade to they baby-back...ribs, that is
I tell the streets: Ya'll welcome -- This is the anthem
They recognize it's cuz of ME the caretaker's pushin' a Phantom
And my circle stay strong like the will of Elijah Muhammad
And to all the past prophets, we send blessings and homage

[4anybody...]

Sometimes I have those moments when I look over my life
Where did all my old homies go? I think about them tonight
Damn, Dom, Daniel and Ron, where the hell are yall at?
Prolly out livin it up, getting right, chasing cat

Am I doing right? I dunno, I guess I did what I had to
I walked down my own path, duke, but I feel guilty for that route
I feel I should still be out finding new hos for my dick
Coming up wit schemes to get rich, pretend I'm a man by having kids

Actually, when I write it down, I see it's a bad idea
But I've still been going thru this a couple times this past year

Man I hadn't been to a club in a hot minute
And to tell u the truth, I didn't really miss it
I just don't see the thrill with that whole scene no more
I don't drink, I don't smoke, and I don't want expensive whores

As far as women, let me just say, nothing's no longer new to me
I can get good ass in the day for free, don't need the night scene
Lost souls on bar stools and your income dont' matter
Plus I seen dumb and smart fools, grazing in clubs like they cattle

35 year old women, with thick asses and making cake
But they still looking to get dicked down, no more than a one-night mate
I try not to judge it, cuz I still fuck around too
Lil bite marks on my neck, picture texts with big boobs

But fuck, we do so much to improve our own lives
We promise to give back to where we're from, but we forget that when we rise
I made my own way, I thought I'd enter a higher plane
But no matter how much scratch u stack, it's still just pimps and ho's playing

The only difference now is there's more white cats in the club
Who REALLY got sum ends, who really get shown luv
It's like fuck that, i'd rather be at a social activist meeting
Planning to help the Jena 6, or at least something with meaning

[vexed less]

okayy this gone be my new home... gon try post a couple of rhymes a week...

[The Last Mohican]

I walk paths where the raw and hardcore pour past-
Before the times war taught ya'll that the small fall fast-

Will continue to add later-

[T-rade]

My name Mathias, equals Messias
You know I'm here to set fire on your empire
And that you don't even stand a chance
Cats call me Tour De France
Cause I equal dope!
Also I'm known to flow
So you got me confused of why
You choose to die, put you in the noose and I
Put you on the news tonight
Then T raid your crip, while you lay in shit
Dumped on the sidewalk, ludomaniac, paid in chips

[vexed less]

someone gimme a little feedback about this...opinions???

times I get bored, …decide to spit raw,
a slick bar ..im quick to kick pure,
top joints I spit em, …havin that hot rhythm,
i spit pro ...them sick flows? so vivid,
on my 5th line, …unsure bout that 6th one,
maybe Vexed’s rhyme …wont drop short next time…

[T-rade]

You seem to use some words to rhyme often, like Vivid, you use that alot

[(--LazerScope-->>]

someone gimme a little feedback about this...opinions???

times I get bored, …decide to spit raw,
a slick bar ..im quick to kick pure,
top joints I spit em, …havin that hot rhythm,
i spit pro them sick flows so vivid,
on my 5th line, …unsure bout that 6th one,
maybe Vexed’s rhyme …wont drop short next time…

Nice rhyme here vexed. Just a li'l suggestion tho:

On the 4th line you may want to add some punctuation, just so the reader could catch the flow a little clearer. I'm sure if I heard you spit this it would sound perfect, but when it comes to rhymes on the 'net, it's a li'l harder for readers to catch the flow.

U could have done this for example:

"I spit pro...Them sick flows? So vivid"

But otherwise, nice....

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[4anybody...]

i got bored with this, just gettin rid of it


He lays back with Jack, he's got the brown bottle flu
Reflectin over hundreds of events that he lived thru
The time he had a new benz, 2 sluts and a main
Who he was driving over to poke one night in the rain

He'd been puffin all day, kind of in a purple haze
So he didnt' notice the yellow light begin to change
Next thing u know he's laying on the road
His lungs fillin' with blood, so he starts to choke

A lady medic bends down, he knows her, she whispers in his ear
"Fuck you mutherfucker, I'm gonna let u die here"
Who is this little bitch?!! He eeks out a scream
Another medic runs over, "What are u doing Celine???"

[vexed less]

You seem to use some words to rhyme often, like Vivid, you use that alot

^^^fuck u T...no one asked u...lol
yeah whenever i use the word 'rhythm' i tend to rhyme it with 'vivid'... i need some new words... i guess i get lazy sometimes..

Nice rhyme here vexed. Just a li'l suggestion tho:

On the 4th line you may want to add some punctuation, just so the reader could catch the flow a little clearer. I'm sure if I heard you spit this it would sound perfect, but when it comes to rhymes on the 'net, it's a li'l harder for readers to catch the flow.

U could have done this for example:

"I spit pro...Them sick flows? So vivid"

But otherwise, nice....

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^^cheers Lazer... i was basically just aiming for flow seeing thats what i lack most with ...content wise i could have chose a specific topic but i didnt want it to destract yall from the flow....
i took ya advice and added that punctuation in....

thanks to both for ya feed...
peace.

[illmental]

my thoughts jumbled like the last words of a mad man/
stray thoughts line my cerebellum like a trash can/
attack friends with mack 10's in shootouts that last for 15 minitues from a black benz/
stack ends for crack binge not the dope but the law suit that gets evoked as I break niggas hips and crack ribs for talking that shit/
silence is golden but violence emboldens the mildest of smokers with a minimum of malice totry to approach ya witha strong desire to choke ya/
enough of the thug shit and drug shit fuck it I'm focused and so dope u could choke trying to quote it/
I'm the most murose from coast to coast and u can't see me like I was up in ya face blowing smoke/
I'm from an era where yes means yes and no means probably/
I'm the Socrates of fucking u up philosophy/
the furer of hip hop prophecy seig hail salute and follow me as I make my exodus/
I'm the shit feces likepee pee and excrement, see me? negative/

[(--LazerScope-->>]

my thoughts jumbled like the last words of a mad man/
stray thoughts line my cerebellum like a trash can/
attack friends with mack 10's in shootouts that last for 15 minitues from a black benz/
stack ends for crack binge not the dope but the law suit that gets evoked as I break niggas hips and crack ribs for talking that shit/
silence is golden but violence emboldens the mildest of smokers with a minimum of malice totry to approach ya witha strong desire to choke ya/
enough of the thug shit and drug shit fuck it I'm focused and so dope u could choke trying to quote it/
I'm the most murose from coast to coast and u can't see me like I was up in ya face blowing smoke/
I'm from an era where yes means yes and no means probably/
I'm the Socrates of fucking u up philosophy/
the furer of hip hop prophecy seig hail salute and follow me as I make my exodus/
I'm the shit feces likepee pee and excrement, see me? negative/

Goddamn!....Fuego, son....

[Kush]

friday the 13 mass terror slaughter in heart of men
horror flick chainsaw swinger of such a massacre within

callous African hands bleeding on cave diamonds
more afflicting when bling bling is materialized in rhyming

I hold the mice like sun attraction to earth
to give light and then life in every verse

cursed seeds wombs bleed from immoral women
abortion flushed out the messiah of prophecy through hard sinning

big business playing with people lives like a casino
International bankers be gambino’s but not all Latinos

they say Jews funded the holocaust with there own tax dollars
when the IRS cant’s show the law where we have to pay federal tax dollars

america turn fascist rest in peace to Aaron Russo who tried to wake the masses
why we partying worshipping asses twisted on intoxicated drinks in shot glasses

wake up realize the truth before your life passes
because after this it’s not certain we will have questions to ask shit





that was hard body illmental you killed that shit
we got some sick writters on this board

[vexed less]

just some lame on the spot shit....

....party's started, ... relaxed girls ungaurded,
hard liquir havin all grindin pardoned,
body parts bounce right in the darkness,
fine honnies pre- decided they targets,
short skirts expose thighs slightly,
tight around the waist... fitted rel rightly,
most likely my night end with somone elses wifey.

[vexed less]

...somemore on the spot shit....

...late night rhyme session, ...a guy ona mission,
tryin ta find wats missin, ...correct my messes,
decents distanced ...far from the present,
marry speech to the beat, ...i keep em kissin,
i teach em lessons ...so they rest insinc
through the rest of this,... blessed; its just intinct...

[vexed less]

...the Doug Funnie kinda Bugs Bunny type rhymin,
sumin sudden that the fun n cunnin have in common,
shorts n sweeter vests... against bitten off carrot tips,
worlds where color balances ...can cover barronness,
hues to distract n seduce ya mind right,
used to keep us amused through life, right?

[(--LazerScope-->>]

The first phase was my first birthday and the Earth quaked
Sent here to irk gays with wordplay and make nerves break
My verbs great -- Spitting for all times while you herbs late
You dying inside, but laying in a hearse straight is a worse fate!

[(--LazerScope-->>]

I the fly quoter, decided my quota
Nine-hundred and ninety-nine lives murdered
So I can sip the blood out a Diota
You couldn't touch one iota of this rhyme noter
I mentally see the hands ya'll bluffing with...This is mind poker
And I got the iron to scope ya, then fold ya
Roll ya like a blunt then smoke ya
The kid's speaking ebola you weak li'l soldier
And I be creeping with toasters while reeking of doja
My life is a blaspheme against Jehovah like I'm Damien returned
The words of Shakespeare and Muhammad in my cranium is burned
'Til my foes flame me to ash and lay me in an urn

[Bre]

Tjek this I'm in private spots where if your nose would be
You would be dumped in a fridge with my grocery
Pimp your girl, same ho, same tricks, different pimp
I didn't lie when I said you should be listening
Cause I aint a genie so you don't see me
Doing you or anyone a favour, let alone three
Take a note or get tickled with a knife to death
Don't got paper? Well let me carve it in your head

[(--LazerScope-->>]

I'm pissed, cuz niggaz rhymes stink like arm pits
While I chill, hanging like a pair of bomb tits
And if I'm a dick or prick, that's what ya mom gets
Her pussy so big, my open palm fits

[illmental]

I keep my gun drew/
I read my Sun Tzu/
the art of war makes a nigga want to/
knock a muthafucka's head off their neck when I'm stressed/
if I catch u sleeping while I'm creeping then it's death/
I look u in the eye as I steal ur last breath/
cuz ur threats aren't a fucking threat/
u fucking round with a vet/
u best to invest in a vest/
niggas don't want no drama I'm scheming like Osama planning to skeet in ur mama/
death before dishonor my style is fucking u up raw uncut without a condom/
went to Arizona with a boner and fucked the state up/
don't get mad at me cuz u gotta wait till ur birthday to get ya cake up/

[(--LazerScope-->>]

Say goodbye to ya fam nigga, the hearses done pulled up
Drug rappin' niggaz couldn't get diesel, if they did a hundred thousand push-ups!
When me and my team pull up, we airing out everything
Running up in churches, sticking newlyweds for wedding rings
I stay deading kings, swing the Excalibur to sever ya
And fuck being the king of NY while I'm the emperor of America
So go 'head, pray for a miracle, I slay with the lyrical
Follow ya soul up to heaven, and I'm blazing ya spiritual!

[illmental]

I destroy and rebuild resurrect and re kill/
serving death like these pills so ur destiny's sealed/
chop heads off so u can't talk/
chop legs off so u can't walk/
knock feds off and serve u cats pork/
I piss in ur rhyme book and murder that spark/
end shit before niggas can start/
plot revolutions I studied that Marx/
I paint a graphic picture with martial arts/
the cemetary's my exibition my masterpieces are niggas sleeping with fishes or still somewhere missing/
the 22 caliber's my paint brush when it bust/
the concrete becomes my canvas my mona lisa is outlined in blood/
nigga what

[4anybody...]

i started writing, but i'm not gonna finish this:


Let me take u back to a great day one May
It started my favorite way--coming off a good lay
Last night from a green-eyed latina named Jade
We sexed till 6--I awoke @ 12:08

Flipped the tube on to the vids on MTV
Called up my man--told 'em I'd pick him up @ 3
Turn the stereo up while I sing in the shower
I can't help my good mood--I'm filled with effortless power

Decorate mi cuerpo with sum dope ropas
Black Nikes and a shirt that says Nautica
And since the day before I got an ill fade
I felt fresh as freezer chest, plus my pockets are paid

Hop in my hooked-up Expo--but I call it my "hooptie"
The money-green paint shows I'm no longer a rookie
I need that feel-good music so I pop in The Lost Tapes
"U gotta Luv it" gets first play then the anthem "My Way"

They say "Heavy lies the head that wears the crown"
Luckily I just rock a Broncos hat as I cruise the town
Sippin on my second bottle of MGD
Puffin on sum NewPimps, window down, feelin the breeze

U know days like this, homies in ur ride gettin lifted
Hittin that piff, kid, we're all chillin, no one's riffin
No one's simpin, strictly pimpin when it comes to the women
Kinda sinnin'cuz we luv going on fornication missions

But that day was simply a chill-fest
Yeah, we did get the digits of sum buttas in a Lex
Next, Knocked in sum 9-ball at the pool hall
Back to the ride--saw sum wild graf on the pool hall wall

[vexed less]

…never felt this dead before,
emotions bear in moments of mourn,
only composure here son, …the components of war,
these opponents are warrin …for motives that’s wrong,

[vexed less]

my rhyme’s riddled …with signs of vigour,
configured to survive the weather, …aint die or wither,
little kid this the… graze-ya-chin sorta ill worded…
…chill type of hyped skill thats near perfect,
…mines the concerted career ...that appears certain,
havin gathered such greatness to make ya faith converted.

[illmental]

I shine on niggas with the intensity of a thousand suns/
burning ur epidermis like a furnace/
i'm paitently waiting to turn niggas to bacon like Satan/
leading the God forsaken cuz crazy is contagious/
catch a case and become a basket case/
just as sure as nuns don't wear panties to cover their punany/
I got the raid if u niggas feeling antsy/
I spray and erase ya family/
I'm the kingpin of the ink pen/
more like Pigpen on the mic- my mouth's filthy but my minds dirtier just imagine what I don't say/
what if I did it like OJ/
there'd be no way the victim's family would get a cut of my publishing/
I'd use niggas forheads for for shot gun shell smuggling/
snuffing em more pain and suffering i've caused/
make bitches shit they drawrs from looking at the size of mydick and balls/
walk in the courtroom and get applause/
how do I answer to the charge? not guilty ur honor it's not my fault-the system's is flawed/
signing off it's the god/

[illmental]

I'm bored so i wrote some old school shit didn't put too much thought or time into it so...

get it how u live it/
spend it like u got it/
stunt when they watching but when they not run up in their pockets/
blaze the tool/
play it cool/
stay in school but hustle cuz the make the rules to control niggas like u that's why following those shits are for suckers/
kill niggas, fuck cops/
drug dealers pump rock/
cheerleader dumb jocks with 1 shot to make it they play ball till they fall then they get forsaken/
preachers... teachers/
community leaders/
most of the time they lying cuz when u ask they ass a question about their authority they cite ur ass for defiance/
broads and cars/
ball till u fall/
better get that paper/
u have a million friends when u got ends but if not then them niggas haters/

[(--LazerScope-->>]

Don't make me spend the paper to get off the case
Of a felony for shooting a so-called boss in his face
Claiming he was awesome and great, and flossing with cake
And now niggaz is eyeing his mama and daughter crying at his wake
My precise rhyming germinates, a forest's roots to trap you
Swinging my sickle at ya laughable attack, hacking ya clavicle

[KRUMB]

Of a felony for shooting a so-called boss in his face
Claiming he was awesome and great, and flossing with cake

Nice use of multis there

Lately It seems that very few keep it real
And faking it means that very few get revealed
But I live it & Breathe it And y'all kids never seen it
Reality isn't big trucks and rims
Reality only comes from deep within
You need a warriors heart
A brain to keep stories apart
This is a glorious art
That can not be taught or bought
You either are or your not
i'm The last of this rare breed
so , y'all cats don't scare me
Cause real recognize real
And you ain't is how i feel
Reality is commiting a crime
and doing just enough time
To realise in your mind
What is wrong and whats right
Reality is 40 hours a week
For forty bucks on some weed
Reality is Trusting those who trust me
And touching those who touch me
Reality is pregnant children
Why she 15 years old & raisin children

This is more of a poem I did for my creative writing class , but it turned out alright.

[(--LazerScope-->>]

I go in on a track, niggaz ride out on stretchers
In the stu', run up on ya "Mobb" like Tru, put an end to ya sessions
Yep! My fam loves to duck tape 'em, buck, grab cake an'
Jet back to the street, conceal the heat and duck bacon!

[Bre]

This goes out to my Dinosaur friends and plasma rifles
Waiting near my cellie, untill they dial, and recycle
My plastic bottles between my eyes and God´s TV screen
The world is out for mean green, I rather read a magazine

[vexed less]

^^haha....man u always make me laugh.....
"...Dinosaur friends n plasma rifles..."

[E-MAC]

Griping and dipin' these bars I be flippin'/
Like Kaz hitting the flux capacitor it's back to the future lyrics that I be spittin'/
so stop with the ballin' and tough talk/
cause aside from Kanye and Common me and my mans are the best collaborators in rap/
and what's real are these pain raps that I spit/
they hit you harder than a Gabriel Gonzaga head kick/
so it's like when I first heard Boom on the radio quite a shock/
to hear something so original for once in hip hop/
like congress I wish I could put these wack rappers on the stand/
and have them telling lies like Alberto Gonzales and lose what little credibility they have/
because hip hop is going the way of rock and roll/
so i'd rather die on my shield like the 300, then lose the war for it's heart and soul/

[Kush]

Learn higher speak tongues of truth through Jeremiah
government hire all liars hell sellers buyers its all bias
paganistic towards the bitch who’s most flyest
booty busting out baby phat jeans turned ass worshipper
death from the cures of her it’s my uncontrolled lust because of her
turn playboy jumped on more bunnies than hue heff
left with acute health and expanse wealth
life’s are born then transpire
material bitch turn mass desire in hell fire
my brain lust the scriptures of Solomon to gain higher

[KRUMB]

This is for a audio T - Rade and I are working on , it's what would of happen if you didn't change your life

Yeah fill up the syringe / and plunge it deep within /
Close your eyes and just let it begin /
Soon he'll be whole again , all will be well /
His family hates him , but he hates them as well /
Everyones against him , shadows see all baby /
Perfectly sane , yet hes still called crazy /
He Embraced that evil , it hates him , he loves it /
He tries to go to sleep , it wakes him , he wants it /
Can't eat , won't sleep / man he's so tweeked /
And he sits around thinkin life is so sweet ? /
Had a mother , a father , and a little sister /
He'll do without them , but man he really missed her /
He didn't use it ,man he got used /
Didn't want to , but still he's got too /
They told him to stop , before it caused his death /
But he fought that battle and he lost to meth /

[illmental]

I awoke from the matrix cuz I took the blue pill/
but make no mistakes the gleam from my steel is still real/
kill time with my rhymes and my mind is still mental/
write verses so hard everytime i compose half a bar I break pencils/
niggas ain't creative they just tracing and stencil/
that's why I rape beats and blaze instrumentals/
criminal slang in my speak cuz when I talk I'm the truth/
I walk into Tigga's old basement on Rap city and take a shit in the booth/
but I don't give a fuck that's why I show up to kkk lynching with my own noose/(niggas can't hang with me)
can't kill me gotta feel me the hardest ice grill never chilled me/
from the dirty so my fucking mouth is filthy/
got more sense than 50/
niggas is ify /
I fucked up so many mics that my nuts is itchy/
what's fucking with me?/

[(--LazerScope-->>]

How u gonna knock off my digits when this pimp's on his pivot?
Give it how I live it, the game's trill how I spit it
Rhyme so tight, every line's fastened with rivets
That's why the shit's so deep, with 6 foot shovels you couldn't dig it
If speech is an art then my easel's your heart
And if it's really food for thought, you could eat it a la carte
Peep what Allah wrought, the emcee that you sought
From the start, way back when your first rap CD or cassette was bought

[KRUMB]

Not trying to sound homo , but I could read your shit all day , amazing wordplay man ^

[(--LazerScope-->>]

^^thanks bro

[E-MAC]

Now the only thing I smell now adays is dead bodies rotting in the river/
while politicians look to the other party to point out blame with their fingers/
so you can save the gang signs for the deaf/
cause if Mac feels threatened he'll respond with the tech/
but violence ain't the answer even though it's in my blood/
like Blade trying to fight the hunger, I try to stop my worser half from killing you all/
now I gotta ask why it takes a disaster to bring the best out of us/
when there's a disaster happening in every ghetto that you stay away from/
and it's good to see Ja Rule making his comeback/
cause it's time to bring back Murder raps, for these fake ass thugs that be singing on tracks/
and props to Common for Finding Forever/
I hope that we all find the Eternal in time so we can join our breathren/
cause rocket ships don't come equiped with GPS/
they just blast off and rip throught the atmosphere in hopes of reaching their programmed distance/

[Kush]

sitting in a daze thoughts are haze
jazz seeker speaker blast Isaac hays
brush soft bristles over my dark waves
standing like magnificent in god’s age
extinguish hell fire from earth’s rage to get higher like a divine sage
play positions wise most def
my rhymes bring healing to rap like inhomtep
observe steps before verb reoccur from thought
I’m all action fuck talk
I slay pussy make the perfect dyme stalk

[Kush]

machine gun blaster
black activist black panther
platoon plot for peace
Rambo strangle neck of the beast
before my enemies god laid a plentiful feast for me to eat
digested 3 days then release to give waste to the beef
higher life learner liver when deliver
flows force fluent like Hudson river
that’s not platinum chain that’s plain carbonated silver
poverty turned me more towards a giver
to live higher my main chick badder than Mariah
emancipated through the divine will of the messiah
my ice chain ice age hell fire
I’m a hustler a nigga like me you can’t hire

[(--LazerScope-->>]

My money straight like ya pores raised in cold weather
Melting icecaps with my clever prose, I flow embers
And then in the back of my mind that hollow voice enters
"You wack son!"...I open my mouth to holla back, nobody answers
Fuck whips, I push pens...spit 'til the flame that's burning the kush ends
Surrounded by niggaz claiming they good friends
But in reality, three-quarters of 'em plotting
Hating on the doe and whores u copping...wanting to leave ya in the hall rotten
'Til the stench's smelled for four blocks and...your chips is theirs
That's why I be analyzing niggaz deepest fears
Exploiting their weaknesses, the 48 Laws gave me power
So I understand how these chumps think, I can't even hate these cowards
Instead, I turn my back slow, mink coat wafting in air
Studying about investments while cats talking 'bout copping new gear
Mack in the flesh, nigga, bow in the presence of your Greater
And don't blame me for existing, fucker, blame the Creator.....

[4anybody...]

My money straight like ya pores raised in cold weather
Melting icecaps with my clever prose, I flow embers
And then in the back of my mind that hollow voice enters
"You wack son!"...I open my mouth to holla back, nobody answers
Fuck whips, I push pens...spit 'til the flame that's burning the kush ends
Surrounded by niggaz claiming they good friends
But in reality, three-quarters of 'em plotting
Hating on the doe and whores u copping...wanting to leave ya in the hall rotten
'Til the stench's smelled for four blocks and...your chips is theirs
That's why I be analyzing niggaz deepest fears
Exploiting their weaknesses, the 48 Laws gave me power
So I understand how these chumps think, I can't even hate these cowards
Instead, I turn my back slow, mink coat wafting in air
Studying about investments while cats talking 'bout copping new gear
Mack in the flesh, nigga, bow in the presence of your Greater
And don't blame me for existing, fucker, blame the Creator.....

i think lazer's talking about personal shit on this one...thats rare

[KRUMB]

ha shits still good , I can honestly say i've never seen anyone use the word "wafting" in a rhyme before , props Laser

[4anybody...]

I wander the sidewalks of my city in a wife beater
Wondering why some men grow stronger while others get weaker
I see construction workers drilling, widening the city streets
I watch a wino walking wobbly, tryin 2 stay on his feet
Which way will he go? Will he lose or will he win?
Will he get what he's waiting 4 or stay waving in the wind?

No one's for certain what the solutions are
Some demand more welfare and some cry for hybrid cars
Economists sit and ponder on the benefits of free trade
While countries are going under and resort to selling slaves
I can't tell u who's right, I just know who hurts the most
And I know these lil poems won't do shit--so I'm ghost

[(--LazerScope-->>]

Peace ya'll. Yeah, that was definitely some personal shit I had to express......

4anybody, that shit u dropped just now was tight...I liked how the first verse is visual, illuminating the problem and then the second verse is a commentary on the problem...shits' sick....

[Kush]

I got the lazer scope on ya
silencer with mussel splinter cell espionage
shoot up cowards while blending in his or her entourage
taped bombs remote control explosive cars
fire fly through the dark sky chalk smoke like it’s die hard
whatever I do I try hard and win hard forget men I’m honored by God’s
you weak and fragile fake phony flabbergasted in your flake raps
the leak break through the maze and expose all traps
you know you like my style
while pm’ing me saying I’m the best you’ve seen on the board in a while
distorting truths in private files even said T rade was wack now wow
I can really let vamp expose the rest but I told him not to contest with the child
I break his glass jaw when he crack a smile
physically whip your ass give your overwirght ass a hideous gastric by pass
with one of those long cutters Michael Myers run with in knee high grass
faggot ass soft as cotton these other posters have spoiled you rotten
thinking you Cool G of Rap cause they love giving you superhead
stupid sucker falling for emotions over reason
towards Robert Greene you caused the most purest of treason
behead you like Nicholas berg
once the blade deep in the jugular nerve
disconnect the brain stem it’s known the head is quick to be served
watch you twitch and swerve
as I look you in the eye before you die my last words to you…….
this is what you deserve
this is what you deserve


Father forgive me for I have sinned…….. The book of Men chapter:1 verse: 1

[(--LazerScope-->>]

Nigga, what you thunk? That I'd get the shottie out the trunk?
Why smoke 'Kush' like a blunt when that CUNT is just some BUNK?
Talking shit bout how "I deserve it", your 'Enthusiasm', you best to 'Curb' it
Before I serve you like Larry David as a waiter...wit completely acerbic!
Oh, I got you nervous, like 5th Warders trapped on the river's edge?
And when u rehearse at home: "Get outta my face!"...that's what ya mirror says!
This is just mind over matter....Nah, never mind, you don't matter
I just had to expose the hoe factor in this so-called dope rapper
Nigga, you seem impolite scheming to fight
Fuck a verse, I'll throw the whole book at you...Somebody read him his rights!
And seamen in tights is what you dreaming at night
His mother's and his father...That's the last 2 PUSSIES he ever seen in his life!
How could you think that little petty rap could've shook me?
The rep of this rookie's bout to crumble like cookies
And you right to ask for forgiveness, you sinned real hard
Open ya eyes, Judgement Day kid...face the Wrath of God!!!

[Kush]

you control no wrath of god you fake façade
you can’t study me for the four senses and failure of your flustered brainwave rays
fluctuate in innate ways for you to solve whatever my action convey
or what my mouth would say
because I’m the most distant in difference in odds in the most gifted way
mathematical probabilities position in poetic thought
my words the product of infinite lyrics
half the fraction is the physical embodied in spirit
you add the sum with your heart equal you fear it
when I rap I attack your secretes expose what you and they know
hidden behind the infamous rainbow of glow
you and JL King got a freaky thing for being on the down low
I’m a Nazi extremist so boil all you cocksuckers and make human pot roast
I’m all manhood so your existence doesn’t allow you to come close
you getting me vex man
I want to bitch smack you with my left hand
until my metacarpals expands like a china fan
to easy the swelling I would have to wear an icy hot wristband
so I rather pistol whip you with my right hand
explode the arsenal weapon without misdirection
face to face close direction split your upper and mid section
It’s a misconception you have to confront
your rhymes are garbage belong in a dump
my gack leave you face forward slump you chump
you better come with a change of plan if you want to survive
because I’m the most indestructible being alive


LAZERSCOPE I"M WARNING YOU

[vexed less]

* runs in thread*

....fight.....fight.....fight....fight....

[Kush]

this boy dont want to fight he want to write
clown ass wigga nigga
lets go


yo, yo

The boy don’t want to box with the god
I dodge and weave him out
body blows below the body yo got his rib bone poking out
If you ain’t gully geek close your gully mouth
I maim you in the streets when them roasters rolling out
in the back yard or front yard this scared ass nigga isn’t coming out
we sprayed up his hood to move him out left an open house
when there’s beef you know there’s a neighborhood cookout
I got the fire and gun smoke
put the muzzle to his grill down his deep throat don’t choke
I bet now you wish you could take back all that slick shit you wrote
you suburban kid no hood in him
Skateboard skin tight vintage shirt’s jeans denim
fire in Hell is where I send him
down the black hole half piping like Tony hawk
no pussy getting bitch made nigga you stalk females for attention
your Oedipus Complex got you wearing female wig extensions
wearing fake titties and a rubber Brazilian ass
my Mack style academic every girl know I got class
that’s why it’s mandatory they give me the pussy an ass and I don’t ask
and plus I got stacks I’m a mystery your pickup artist of all Macks
if you sign a VH1 contract you could be my following act

[(--LazerScope-->>]

So you're eager to die......

Good.....

[vexed less]

*patiently waits for wat is yet to come*

[Kush]

You act like a bitch pandora you wanted the box open
pause with ya eyes wide open mouth wide no words spoken
now you discovered that all hell breaks loose
I carry the Smith in Wesson in the silk goose
you slip when stepping I let the Mack shoot
silly sucker situation like this stick tight like a virgin legs closed never loose
so I know when you dicking thee because the feeling is the closes proof
you say mind over matter like your mind matter
material world material lifestyle
without material your sol doesn’t have a place to rest now
gain balance no guru speaker no Hindu teacher
got my hand in the money plate while watching the preacher
If hold out to these poems will reach ya
lazerscope will need the blaze of hope
hang a noose of rope around his pale neck and throat
throw him from the top of the jena 6 tree watch him hang and choke
without sanctuary in justice there’s no change in hope
one of the lamest quotes
turn the other cheek when a man is trying to kill your folks
If you trying to attack my people there’s going to be a blaze of smoke
I don’t battle rap or me a rapper never inspire to be
but I love AZ Nas and Jay Z Papoose the most legendary
alphabetical manslaughter with crazy vocabulary
because I love expressing myself it only build adversaries
I got nothing against lazerscope he’s cool but was rude
I guess caught you in a bad mood when I wrote my lyrical groove
but it’s part of hip hop old school to battle one of the best
biggie and Pac was a test
now all we have is lyrics if intake they become one in the flesh
I guess envy jealous of men will kill one another to be label as one of the best

[(--LazerScope-->>]

Ayo….

Why respond to this chump’s lyrics that totally bore me
I don’t even need to beat him in this battle…He's doing it for me!
Fucker, stop talking, you’re making my ruger so horny
That he wanna turn a meeting with you into a beautiful orgy
Tell ya moms stop calling me, I’m already done with her
And you keep guns in ya “silk goose”?…Nigga, that’s a bed comforter!
LOL, oh my god, the NERVE of this hater
Could somebody please tell me why I’m battling a HOUSE DECORATOR?
And you fantasizing about me wearing tight shirts and jeans
Is further evidence that you swing for the other team!!
Plus, you say you got class? Well, at least you ain’t being fake, son
Only problem is, it was 3 years, spent in Special Education!
Kush, if you spitting “ill”, this is your medication
Angel Gabriel in the flesh, preparing ya soul for levitation
Son, you was never in my caliber…I’m on a higher elevation
Tossing you out like sour milk past its date of expiration
You see, in my estimation, you a rookie dying for respect
Instead, you gonna die by the tek, aimed high at ya neck
And why you tryna lie on my flesh? I’m not white
Sorry I don’t fit into your ignorant stereotype
So, to all the witness, here we go, right?
This bitch said he wanna hang me like the Jena 6, being flagrant with the shit
My people, I guess on this board we got a racist in the midst
My niggaz will stuff you in the trunk, take you on a trip, and
Bury you in sand at the beach up to ya neck, right near the mainland
Attach razors to ya wrists, then bet big bucks
On if you’ll slice the shits before the tide picks up and ya lungs fill up!
Yo Vexed, peace God…if you keeping the scorecard
Please note HE ADMITTED I’m one of the best in his last 4 bars
Kush, I know you wishing you could take it back and never said it, right?
But the funny thing about the shit is…Mu’fucka, you said it TWICE!!
Fucker, you lackluster, while my synonyms great
And wait…In ya last line you said you jealous…That’s a feminine trait!
I rhyme potent against this wack opponent
He just lacks the “power” components to match my Math exponents
His lifestyle? I just can’t condone it…I can’t stand this hoe, man
Talking ‘bout my gully mouth, while his closet door hanging open
Man, game over....And after this, I’m sure Kush still wanna rhyme & flow
While his dumbass didn’t even realize he got ripped 38 lines ago….


One yaself…I'm done with rodent....

[KRUMB]

Ayo….

Why respond to this chump’s lyrics that totally bore me
I don’t even need to beat him in this battle…He's doing it for me!
Fucker, stop talking, you’re making my ruger so horny
That he wanna turn a meeting with you into a beautiful orgy
Tell ya moms stop calling me, I’m already done with her
And you keep guns in ya “silk goose”?…Nigga, that’s a bed comforter!
LOL, oh my god, the NERVE of this hater
Could somebody please tell me why I’m battling a HOUSE DECORATOR?
And you fantasizing about me wearing tight shirts and jeans
Is further evidence that you swing for the other team!!
Plus, you say you got class? Well, at least you ain’t being fake, son
Only problem is, it was 3 years, spent in Special Education!
Kush, if you spitting “ill”, this is your medication
Angel Gabriel in the flesh, preparing ya soul for levitation
Son, you was never in my caliber…I’m on a higher elevation
Tossing you out like sour milk past its date of expiration
You see, in my estimation, you a rookie dying for respect
Instead, you gonna die by the tek, aimed high at ya neck
And why you tryna lie on my flesh? I’m not white
Sorry I don’t fit into your ignorant stereotype
So, to all the witness, here we go, right?
This bitch said he wanna hang me like the Jena 6, being flagrant with the shit
My people, I guess on this board we got a racist in the midst
My niggaz will stuff you in the trunk, take you on a trip, and
Bury you in sand at the beach up to ya neck, right near the mainland
Attach razors to ya wrists, then bet big bucks
On if you’ll slice the shits before the tide picks up and ya lungs fill up!
Yo Vexed, peace God…if you keeping the scorecard
Please note HE ADMITTED I’m one of the best in his last 4 bars
Kush, I know you wishing you could take it back and never said it, right?
But the funny thing about the shit is…Mu’fucka, you said it TWICE!!
Fucker, you lackluster, while my synonyms great
And wait…In ya last line you said you jealous…That’s a feminine trait!
I rhyme potent against this wack opponent
He just lacks the “power” components to match my Math exponents
His lifestyle? I just can’t condone it…I can’t stand this hoe, man
Talking ‘bout my gully mouth, while his closet door hanging open
Man, game over....And after this, I’m sure Kush still wanna rhyme & flow
While his dumbass didn’t even realize he got ripped 38 lines ago….


One yaself…I'm done with rodent....


Yikes :eek:

[vexed less]

My niggaz will stuff you in the trunk, take you on a trip, and
Bury you in sand at the beach up to ya neck, right near the mainland
Attach razors to ya wrists, then bet big bucks
On if you’ll slice the shits before the tide picks up and ya lungs fill up!
Yo Vexed, peace God…if you keeping the scorecard
Please note HE ADMITTED I’m one of the best in his last 4 bars
Kush, I know you wishing you could take it back and never said it, right?
But the funny thing about the shit is…Mu’fucka, you said it TWICE!!
Fucker, you lackluster, while my synonyms great
And wait…In ya last line you said you jealous…That’s a feminine trait!
I rhyme potent against this wack opponent
He just lacks the “power” components to match my Math exponents
His lifestyle? I just can’t condone it…I can’t stand this hoe, man
Talking ‘bout my gully mouth, while his closet door hanging open
Man, game over....And after this, I’m sure Kush still wanna rhyme & flow
While his dumbass didn’t even realize he got ripped 38 lines ago….



^^^heavy fuckin finish Lazer.... major props....

[E-MAC]

shit is getting heated in here damn.

[vexed less]

^^ its great isnt it....
...aint nothin better then two competent spitters goin head to head.... it seldom happens though.... too many wack cats claimin they decent... smh

[ALIANZ]

The creator, Its like I got the world in the palm of my hand
Wipe the sweat from my dome, that makes the water while lint from my pocket resembles the sand
But thats all is just a mere illusion any way that you choose it
The world has me in its grasps, now its payback for those that abused it
To succeed is to suffer, disowned while I was dethroned in the labyrinth
Didn't know how to handle it, so I've been the cause for the destruction ever since
So now pain has never been so relevant, I like the new me it makes me feel alittle devilish
A man with dark thoughts, his visions embodied through what he decided to sabotage, this his form of art
Every reaction causes a spark, its like current, try to keep the negative ends apart
For all it takes is one simple idea perceived and understood in the wrong sense
Sometimes creations used for advancement make things easier for evil to finish its quest
For success, thats what we all strive for; now tell me, am I correct?
I guess, but now this must be the only way I can send out my message the best
I never stress, its like the booth is my shrine and the mic's my holy crest
Until next time, enjoy my creation, this form of literature
These lyrical scriptures inform us to be united, as both brothers and sisters...


Some lil shit I was coming up with while I was sittin here typing

[Kush]

I'm reloading................ sounds of shells dropping
Lets go


yo, yo,

My lyrics trickle your cells like sick of cell leave you sick as hell
the mavis bacon readers for the emcee impaired works well
you blind to my rhymes so I force finger tip you the grail
the optical illusion behind the iris is the secrets to the holy grail
foreseen the masonry chicanery through the Hegelian spell
I never lose I’m allergic to fail
so when ever there’s an outbreak you know your T cells didnt prevail
lets get back to the basics I brutally break every bone in your body
internal bleeding organ and whole body bruises when I loose it
don’t confuse shit you reading between the lines of my rhymes
you know in you mind I’m the greatest of all times
no second guesses once the question is asked
the wrong fucken answer can get you hexed chain sawed and axed
stop rapping about lies start reveling the facts
I record the birth and growth of my raps
like Luke given proof through Christian ACTS
your moms blew me more times than jazz musician sax
she give me the right moan and right tone when the mood is on
I’m in the zone until I’m totally spaced out
I’m an eager extraterrestrial entity with the force to take the whole earth out
you about to get a phone called and cursed out or murked now
I got your home address and IP wrote down direct town
the only lazer is that red dot on the top of your forehead
I really go to war with niggas this is not jarhead
fuck this kiddy ass nigga enough said
he still playing with spiderman figures and sleeping on two level bunk beds

[Kush]

you blind to my rhymes so I force finger tip you the braill
l

[vexed less]

^^^lol i knew u made that mistake....
over all nice.... u an amazin writer but imo ima say lazer came through harder in this battle.... that aint mean u aint killed it though.... much props.
peace.

[ALIANZ]

Yo Vexed man, need some story type shit from you lol

My last rhyme was a short story but if anybody can tell me what they thought it was about, I'd be impressed cuz I tried to make that shit as hidden as I possibly could and again I'm always open for criticism...

[E-MAC]

^^ its great isnt it....
...aint nothin better then two competent spitters goin head to head.... it seldom happens though.... too many wack cats claimin they decent... smh

No doubt son, I'm glad I'm not in this battle.

[KRUMB]

haha I had to do it ,

If I don't like you it's fuck you , frankly subliminals bore me
Complex , confuse you dimwits like the bibles original story
Yo listen Laserscope I will blade ya throat
Tip ya head back like a pez dispencer incase ya choke
You see I'm Peyton Manning and your just little Eli
Yeah your alright but dont you ever try to belittle me guy
Don't get me wrong man , them are decent bars ya spellin
But your still mad easy to eat , like seedless watermelons
And tell me this does anyone on the net , have less sex , then vexed less /
Before he found out KY got a rainbow tat , and screamed Gay Pride
Left his house for hours , just to expose his block to random Hate Crimes
Got locked up and told all the inmates okay form a Straight line
Come in my cell two at the Same time All I got to say is that child ain't mine
But Kush you had the nerve to take me on the Maury Show
Take me on live t.v. to find out it wasn't me in ya moms Glory Hole
Don't mean to bring it back up but please bare with me
Your mother is quite a Rare Kitty
Made her wear a mask like Rey Mysterio
She looked kind of like him a little more Hairy though
So naw my man I never ever gave her the Big Show
I can't tell a lie I did let her Lick though


*starts my countdown to extinction.

[T-rade]

WHY YOU AIN'T DISSIN ME IN THAT VERSE CRUMB, YOU SCARED BOY?! OR IS IT MUTUAL WHITE BOYS WITH GLASSES LOVE UP IN THIS PIECE?

[KRUMB]

WHY YOU AIN'T DISSIN ME IN THAT VERSE CRUMB, YOU SCARED BOY?! OR IS IT MUTUAL WHITE BOYS WITH GLASSES LOVE UP IN THIS PIECE?


We're probably the only two people online not gangsters so we gotta stick together ha .

[T-rade]

We're probably the only two people online not gangsters so we gotta stick together ha .

What makes one gangster in your book?

I mean, Vexed does Art really seriously - not very gangster

Lazer reads comic books - kinda nerdy

[KRUMB]

Makin jokes man

[vexed less]

What makes one gangster in your book?

I mean, Vexed does Art really seriously - not very gangster

Lazer reads comic books - kinda nerdy

nahhh i aint no gansta...wouldnt wanna be one neither... i aint gon deny that ive done some hard headed ignorant shit but thats part of growin up...you live, u learn...
....mos def aint no gansta....


crumb u gon get yours....lmao....nice verse... we'll see if i have time to reply...


suspect maybe i will drop a story joint.... ia int reallly into it... well see wat happens...
ima get to tryin to figure wat yours is about though....

[vexed less]

The creator, Its like I got the world in the palm of my hand
Wipe the sweat from my dome, that makes the water while lint from my pocket resembles the sand
But thats all is just a mere illusion any way that you choose it
The world has me in its grasps, now its payback for those that abused it
To succeed is to suffer, disowned while I was dethroned in the labyrinth
Didn't know how to handle it, so I've been the cause for the destruction ever since
So now pain has never been so relevant, I like the new me it makes me feel alittle devilish
A man with dark thoughts, his visions embodied through what he decided to sabotage, this his form of art
Every reaction causes a spark, its like current, try to keep the negative ends apart
For all it takes is one simple idea perceived and understood in the wrong sense
Sometimes creations used for advancement make things easier for evil to finish its quest
For success, thats what we all strive for; now tell me, am I correct?
I guess, but now this must be the only way I can send out my message the best
I never stress, its like the booth is my shrine and the mic's my holy crest
Until next time, enjoy my creation, this form of literature
These lyrical scriptures inform us to be united, as both brothers and sisters...


Some lil shit I was coming up with while I was sittin here typing

^^hmmm.... kid i cant figure it out.... shit was rel nicely written though....
i aint no good at read between the lines... forel...thats why i hate concept rhymes...
lets us know the undermeanin or story is about....
peace.

[KRUMB]

ha just having some fun no disrespect intended to any of the 3 mentioned.

[ALIANZ]

Its pretty much about humanity

We all kings and queens but when we feel like we lose that privilege, more like freedom or anything against our will, we flip

The rest has to do on how we make things easier, technology and shit but sometimes we use it for the wrong things

[(--LazerScope-->>]

I stood on corners where the crackheads and the dealers dwelled
Where my saviors spoke thru speakers as the voice of preachers quelled
Dark images, man I seen 'em well
Nightmares of hate and violence, trying to see those scenes repelled
But instead in the streets, the seeds rebelled
Because of the shit around them that seemed to tell...
"Fuck life, get money! Nigga, your future ain't promised!
Here, take this gun. Shoot victims for dollars"
And it's because of that, my eye waters
Ruminating on the li'l tykes losses
Weird, but I hear them deliver their cries voiceless
So I keep my raps moist like oysters, negating the monsters...
Of the mind that lurk and search to torture us
KRS taught me the true name of officers
Overseers...therefore I keep the youth in my holy prayers over years
I watch 'em, thinking, "Yo, I was there.
Doing dumb shit, fun shit, thought being smart was square"
Now I just remark and stare, and yeah, sometimes even laugh
And shed a tear, cuz that could've been my path.....

[KRUMB]

Not sure of the rules , but because lazerscope didn't reply to my verse does that mean he's scared if so

*does the victory dance.

[vexed less]

^^^nahhh man... see lazer dun flinch ...forel...
he aint get caught up in this battle shit often.... reason why i was so hyped bout him actually considerin to respond...
...thatts just my observation from past experience.... dont expect him to respond...

[KRUMB]

naw I was playin , would never assume that for real , way I figured if you challenge the best , you can't help but better yourself.

[T-rade]

I often see the older version of my friends
But for some reason never the old version of my self
My best friend hates me, so now I'm crying for help
Cause I can't become me if I aint ridin with him!
I ain't denying the sin, butI'm dying my friend!
I chose the wrong girl to get me some game
I should've picked one where I ain'tget the name
And I TAKE THE BLAME, time rewind me let
Besides this, never done something that I regret
Smile when I reminisc of the day that we met!
This be that, I need an asswhooping blues
Always did stuff better wit you my muse
My tutor, we share my humour, but I keep my tumor (you know?)
I feel like shit, well more like I screwed ya
I hope that you smile when I see ya next
But no matter what, you'll remain my BFF

[Kush]

The product of a hustler is to hustle any product
a pimp pushes prostitute pussy for profit on strips counting for dollars
niggas ride by whistle and holler
my pimp tongue is the bitches collar
the chain of command got em trained like a rockwilder
the point of the finger make em kneel or follow
you sound like an animal rights group saying my heart shouldn’t be so shallow my main chick is hot I got her caged up
she clean and can cook beautiful with or without makeup
I love to have make up sex that’s the best fuck
she’s down on her knees when I came what
she licked the bottom tip of my head then swallow my rain nut
I told rihhana to sit under my umbrella but she dodged and did the same stuff
all girls are freaks
that’s why I don’t kiss I rubber up fuck hug and greet
hey nice to meet I do it backwards to every trick I treat
Its trick or treat I’m unusually sweet to ever girl I meet
If pussy was a register with receipt
can you calculate how much you spun in this week
not enough cash to get ass back
you a voided virgin to that whole aspect
I’m on my MOB I’m surpass that
when I was in school teachers wasn’t given up the ass black
Tamia Jenkins my math teacher I wanted to tag that
If she was down like now I would show but not tell as a class act
sit back watch that phat O ass clap
how you going to fuck your teacher get an A then tell explain that

[E-MAC]

It's like i'm trapped in one of Jigsaw's contraptions/
seems the only to get a buzz these days is to get into a battle/
but I don't wanna beef, that shit gets redundant/
like a Fox News Anchor's opinions that shits not important/
but i'm a tell you what really is/
finding a noose tied next to a tree where you go everyday to read/
I can't even imagine what that would do to me/
it's 2,007 yet they wanna make us all feel like it's 1933/
and these political leaders remind me of another time/
making speeches about preserving their U.S. but not mine/
you see for those that don't know their history/
that was the year that Adolf gave his proclimation speech/
but i'm not comparing Hitler to any Congressman or Senator/
just letting you know that it gets me very nervous/
when I hear them talk about rounding up all illegals/
now here I go again stirring up the hornets nest/
like Nas and his album titles, I strive to get conversation started/
see my mission in this game, is to push all boundaries/
like The Pats running up the score, I show no sympathy/
so i'll take all the arrows that come my way/
as long as I got Captain America's shield nothing can get through it/
and it's quite obvious, that i'm not your average rapper/
cause my bars are like vodka shots to you chest/
after a couple of them lightweight dudes be feeling bent/
and my shit is deep like the gap between middle america and the top 10 percent/
so never forget where you come from cause fame can be very fickle/
like the rounds of a machine gun the sound is very vicious/
but I try to stay away from the violent side of me/
you got a better chance of fucking Kim Kardashian, than clapping The E/
because even though I might get frustrated at where i'm at today/
Grinding is in my blood like i'm related to Malice/
that's why my spirit will never be broken like Tony Almeida's was/
because just when i'm about to loose all hope/
I find the key to my salvation, by listening to Joe's Growth/

[illmental]

my anger has no limit, my gangster flow is no gimmick/
I'm oh so sick with it so damn serious/
too damn gutter to stutter that's why everytime I rhyme it's butter/
and if u don't like that I pack toast and biscuits/
state ur preference I blast the essence right out ur adolescence/
who wanna test it?/
I got more range that Texas more game than tetris/
went from watching soul train to riding lexus/
I been on the grind since 97/
that's why I rhyme reckless/
play it cool and follow the rules like Asa Coon till they tried to play u for a fool then get the tool and blaze the school/
look what u made me do- got ya/
murder the mainstream like a pop culture overdose/
that's what u get from having ur finger too close on the pulse/
niggas went from being human cargo now they own the boats/

[Kush]

^^^^^I like that ill mental, E-Mac I see you


yo, yo

black man this black man that
white man chains white man whips white man slap
america a white santa where black man sits in a white man lap
prey for presents and gifts
like the god blew high off a spiff
reach a mental peak of a higher sinai cliff
to uplift a whole masses that’s drift from self resurrection
my rhymes iller than AIDS from loose erection infested wearing no protection
to get the birth of my lyrics require a see section
through the mental womb six senses to see sections
of imperfections perfect through divine lessons
leave those that don’t take heed guessing
religion through divide and conquer
ignorance has awoke an illiterate monster
I wonder I ponder what the world is under
the youth born in a generation in hell asunder
New World Order Alex Jones the prison a planet every thought is satanic
global warming men jinx the planet don’t panic the depression is manic
you only fear because you don’t understand it
paranoia a shock niggas claim that there real but not
cant walk the streets of there owned government block
cops watch cops plot lil wayne watch
hip hop police with there hand on the trigger to get you shot
Like it’s a shock Suge in knight and LAPD did it to Biggie and Pac

[E-MAC]

america a white santa where black man sits in a white man lap

Best line i've read in a while Kush, props.

[illmental]

Nat turner packed burners and gave sermons that scarred the overseer's subconsious/
so in turn my propaganda game is bonkers/
my style is like rocket launchers to shock the public consious like Blanka/
Uncle Sam is ur molester uncle/
he approach u on the humble and scheme on ur bung hole/
hell no we won't go in to that gentle good night without putting up a good fight/
cuz if might makes right then this tech makes me correct/
u would think the NRA would love me to death but instead I'm considered a threat/
cuz a loaded mind is more dangerous than a loaded 9/
it's always the rich muthafuckas that's above the law but behind the crimes/
government behind the time, time for a revolution/
I got 21 gun solutions for politicians that are useless/

[E-MAC]

You hear that shit/

that's my nine getting itchy/

like Tip I got a fetish for machine guns/

but my bodyguard ain't snitching/

cause snitching on Mac/

will leave you like an X-Box with ring of death/

and there's no place to reboot your life/

after I unlood a full clip in your face/

so all that's left for me is to torch your casket/

Mac don't just spit fire, i'm part Firestarter/

and the only thing that'll calm me down is pussy/

but I treat it like Bernie, I only got 2 minutes for the nookie/

so don't come around here looking for an hour of love making/

I ain't Travis Henry, so you won't be having my baby/

Snoop was right when he said, not to love them hoes/

I just pay them to play with themselves but to stop before they come/

cause i'm on the same shit that David Duchovny is on these days/

sniffing coke of white bitches and banging chicks that are under age/

but no I ain't tripping off coke like DMX is/

and no i'm not looking for Jesus to give me sign to know that i'm blessed to live/

because smoking this Deep Purple soothes my anger/

then I think about the fact that Pac & Big died at the hands of Perfect Strangers/

[T-rade]

There's always one guy that got all you need to be happy, B
The same guys that keeps pushing your buttons rapidly
The guy you want to say; Please, No, don't put that knife back in me
Or at least beg for mercy, but think before you start clapping,G

Let me tell you bout mike, proud kid from the Zulu Nation
A black activist, workin for a movement and did well wit his education
Mike was "cool", so he used to get picked on for his straight A's
Especially bysome bullies, that blazed gays, made him scream mayday!
He knew to make the day, he needed someone as a guard
But nobody knew how he felt, 'cause lil homie putted up a facade
He was the only black nerd in the entire community
And other than that he was a muslim, didn't help his immunity
His father just got locked, for some stuff he didn't do
His life was down the drain, ain't shit that he could do
And he DON'T got it easy, none to help him out in life
Moms ain't around, so he lives with his dads new wife

These tales about the law son
About the ways that it performs son (repeated)

His life ain't what it should be, tired of all the mockeries
Thinking maybe he should join his cousins route of robberies
Hoping that he that way, at least could left alone
Patience tested often and he didn't the tests alone
Left the school often with A's and Bruises
One day he got blinded, broken ribs and a footmark from the shoes that they uses
They crossed the line by ruining his fam with a hospital bill
He knew he had to do something before they or their offspring'll kill
So he went to his dads office, looked in a draw
Ya aint stupid, ya know what he looked for!
So he brought the tool to school, sweats like fool
He didn't feel safe, he felt nervous but tried to remain cool
When all the bullies came to pick on him
Little did they know he had that thing that would go click on em

These tales about the law son
About the ways that it performs son (2x repeated)

There's always one guy that got all you need to be happy, B
The same guys that keeps pushing your buttons rapidly
The guy you want to say; Please, No, don't put that knife back in me
Or at least beg for mercy, but think before you start clapping,G

[E-MAC]

I like that Mathias that's some good shit.

[T-rade]

I like that Mathias that's some good shit.


Thanks... I guess you aren't american, since you call me Mathias

[E-MAC]

Thanks... I guess you aren't american, since you call me Mathias

I was gonna type your whole name but it's too fucking long, anyways i'm Rican so your half right.

[4anybody...]

"A tree that grows to heaven has roots that reach to hell"
I wanna touch the sky but one can never tell
Who will survive the game--stronger have passed before me
And u can take away a horse, but a horse thief is still a thief

And, lord knows, I've caused my mother so much stress
like every time I wore a "D.O.C." shirt on my chest
See, I wanna pay her back, I wanna make her smile
Cuz u know how most girls from the ghetto give so much love to their first child...

So I promise success--not that jay-z and nas kind
And not sum bullshit pipe dream like "I'll succeed with beats and rhymes"
Nah, man, I'm being real. We need to build institutions
I asked myself where I stand in my peoples' evolution

[E-MAC]

Yo check it, I'm the beat ripper/

flow wise sick like the new strain of staph/

mixed with slick lines and vivid painted pictures/

of ghetto stories through out the Oke/

where I passed by all other M.C.'s like Body Miller down a slope/

only to reach the bottom, yet gain no accolades/

so I stay putting work in the booth and on stage/

doing guest spot, after guest spot, like Busta Rhymes before he cut off his braids/

but the only thing i'm cutting off are dudes ears, cause they ain't working/

put any of these so called hot M.C.'s on a track with me, and ill murk 'em/

i'm just letting you know this ahead of time/

so like the F.B.I. if you don't warn them, it's your fault not mine/

speaking of which I guess Stop Snitching didn't work/

too many dudes flipping over, better be carefull before you get hurt/

and end up like Jake Brown falling face first from over 40 feet/

but you ain't gonna land on a ramp, no you'll land in concrete/

now when it comes to battling, my punches hit like bricks to your jaw/

no lightweight Oscar & Floyd jabs from me, I throw Cotto bombs/

and as far as my versitility goes, there no limit to my range/

I can get a hit from anywhere, i'm the Vlad Guerrero of the game/

so I feel comfortable, regardless of the beat/

rappers be feeling themselves too much, like Royce on What The Beat/

because anybody that thinks there's a better rapper on The N.F.B./

better be seeing U.F.O.'s like Dennis Kucinich, because they ain't seeing E/

[T-rade]

Thanks... I guess you aren't american, since you call me Mathias

I was gonna type your whole name but it's too fucking long, anyways i'm Rican so your half right.


I actually thought you weren't because you'd be the first american to call me Mathias, closest to it has been Tias. but since you are, I guess you can't pronounce it right (Ma-tee-as)

Most on here, just call me T

[E-MAC]

Nice to know T.

[Kush]

I leave hood rats for slums
exchanged traps for cheese bitches dumb
beautiful facial moms and pops split misplaced you
turned bad luck even your step dad raped you
reason why most girls turn hateful
saying all men are dogs turned ungrateful
Is your motto you speak independence with vengeance
having promiscuous sex can become a lethal injection of a death sentence
I know dudes who set bitches up they got it
easy colds like flu immune systems demolished
girls with cold sores on the lip covered by lip gloss as polish
playing games trying to start wars on club floors dancing like whores
sweat in alcohol open up pores
It’s sad every dude walk by to talk to you mad
the child hood torture from a fucked up world is bad
every rapist should be hung from a tree from the genitals would make me glad

[ElCount]

I might as well fuck some bitch with gonnorea,
Cuz a normal life'stoo slow of a trip to hit the mosileum,
Eat 3 meals a day to satisfy the cause,
But effects paralyze my thoughts so I can starve,
I guess I make threats and stutter too,
cuz my death doesn't seem to bother my mother's view,
I convince her she's blind,
Try to get her to read between the lines,
And what to I get? A revelation that it's time,
for my humility to shine,
So I go back to the hood, I go to Dracula's woods,
Playin poker though my game face aint too good,
So I lost a dub, and gave the shit all up, and guessed,
That my blessed soul would come to rest before I got on chess,
My peripheral's suck yo I go in for a mean checkmate,
All the while my horses toastin while my Queen gets raped,
A sixty four square board mirrors misty prayers ignored,
But the truth though? Well of course I can't acknowledge but I'm sure that you know

[E-MAC]

As the cold winter days approach in the hood/
makes me glad that I didn't waste another summer by fucking with you/
too much time spent on a relationship that didn't work/
too much money spent on a bitch who wasn't worth it/
but with each experience you learn and you grow/
like with for each girl that doesn't, there are six that does/
now love can make you blind, to the simple truths/
while hate can make you do stupid shit, to help and get you through/
but regardless of the lies and the betrayal/
I stand tall glad to have been able to live through all this hell/
so let the snow fall and bring in a new season of change/
and let the bullshit go the wasteside as I forget your name/
because words have power, while a name can bring the world to it's knees/
so like Adam I hold dominance over you because your nothing more than a bitch/

[T-rade]

I like to lent my jacket or give a helping hand/
is it because if this, I'm called a gentleman?/
But how does that fit with annoying and rude?/
Wether you want to fight or fuck, i'm not in the mood/
I don't give two shits if you're skinny or fat/
All you need is a smart, pretty face and I'll kiss that/
Got friends cross countr, don't know when I see em again/
Had love once, as it looks now, I won't see it again/
I like to daydream about cream and a scene/
Where I can sray my words for fans and fiends/
At times I'd like to be black, but I don't know the reason/
I philosophy about life.. Like why and what meaning?/
I think I suck ... and I think I'm amazing/
As of right now, I believe in reincarnation/
I live for the third time, I lived twice/
For some reason i feel safe looking brolic and trife/
Never was the type that went to parties for ass/
Not the artist with cash, more like the smartest in class/
I'm a hypocrite because of my believes and agnosticism/
I only dance like club rythm when I'm drunk and the pop's hittin/
I ask cause I'm interested in what you do/
I give compliments and respect where they're both due/
I hate schooling because of it's triviality/
But if you only learn in fantasy, you get supressed in reality/
I hate dead ends, but got dates with walls of Bricks/
Like every other male, I sometimes think with my dick/
I read comics and view cartoons with great joy/
Respect people like Tubmann and Sigmund Freud/
At 10; was depressive, curtain for rope/
Started writing on the walls - pseudonym Soke/
When I feel life's unfair, Thomas is there to care/
With music from Joe, Can-I, Wu and Nasir/
Nothing beats 06 when ut comes to great years/
Hate loneliness cause my emotions i fear/
I think it's the most comfortable hence the clothes/
I like the fact I still grows. When am I done? Who knows?!/
Between lows and pros I stand with a rose/
Representing my hopes for killing demons with flows/
I fly with my wings, but the dove's crashing/
If it's real, I'll love you with a passion/
I want to be me, but me aint appealing/
I want love, but I think I'm scared of the feeling/
I'd like to really expand my brain/
Don't fear death, just the withcoming pain/
Both mine, but also for friends and families/
I'm like that prodcuct with way too many calories/
Left on the shelf ... I want to help/
But to do that, you need knowledge of self/
A knowledge you don't have as a teen yet/
You need to expirience things you haven't seen yet/
When I have it won't be to the use of one nation/
Want to spread out the remainer of my education/
I got hate, but through writings I adress it/
And about talent... I like to think that I posses it/
I like to fantasize about romance and slow dance to slow jams/
With a gorgeous girl that I attract, with no man!/
I like tasks where you gotta make systems connected/
People hate me when I look at things retrospective/
I'm an academic reader; I read and I like it!/
I know who I am, I like me and won't fight it/
If you're a girl you should know, i'm easily attracted/
If you send a blunt round, it's 50/50 that I'll pass it/
If I start insulting you, it's cause you ignant and should know better/
I'm a jerk with girls, even if she's easy I can't get her /
I've been told that I'm commited, really? I don't get it!/
Cause after I write it takes months for me to spit it!/
I'm a nerd with words, so my flirt is dirt/
If you feel sympathy, i'm free, now ya heard the word/
I love rap music, as ya probably guessed/
But I like Jazz, grunge and Soul is the best/
I hate waitin, so I'm ... impatient/
Pay attention to society, like, watch for the inflation/
I like politics, higher taxes, free transportation/
More taxes, less official payments, good combination/
I'm nice when I analyze, but i hate doing it/
Cars is to expevsice for me, when I don't want to cruise in it/
I love sports that makes my body pump endorphines/
I dream all the time, sleep converts to more dreams/
I love puzzles and puns that makes you think quicker/
If my tongue slips, it not meant negative if I say Ni.../
I'm no virgin but i think sex is overrated/
If someone says they miss sex after a few weeks the exxagerate it/
I don't mean I hate sex, I think it's great/
Everybody should have it, white, black, under- or overweight/
But still people shouldn't act like it's gods gift to us/
How about happyness that fights what the blue does?/
Since I was little I knew I wouldn'tfollow my dads ways/
My work is boring but it isn't bad paid/
Like many others I identify myself by pseudonyms/
Dumped a friend who did drugs, but didn't know what they did to him/
When I have a girl I'll do all to make her smile and happy/
Amd I'll be there for the id if I ever make daddy/
If we're ogerher and all you want to do is cuddle/
You won't burst no bubble, but my respect'll double/
Cosiness for me is candlelights and soul music/
I wrote this for ya, so you better know, stupid/
I work in a cash register selling groceries/
Fuck the section about me, I spat all you need to know of me/
Put in short ... I'm the boy ya missin/
But how would ya know? NOBODY LISTENS!/

[Kush]

The Endgame enslaved population forced vaccinations
micro chip whole generations nazi like castrations
to minimize nations start wars control worldwide large populations
enhance technology in cloning be secret genetics
Watson is pathetic yet super racists
they demolished the positives between double helix spaces
eugenics distinguish "weak genes" diminished to create super races
we haste to our doom my third eye zoom across the cosmic sky room
peaking through the future is gloom
seeing the third dimensional hole across the Cyprus globe
astrology star system enclosed massively unfolds the network
got 20012 waiting on Mayan predictions like clock work
the rhymes I inert in your ear to insert make the temporal lopes jerk
I perform deep thought out of church make an atheist convert
to spiritual insight of insert the truth of divine teachings takes work
a lot of racial tension for a second civil war invention seems slight from prevention
first immigrants where robbers ex murders thieves and WHITE
doesn’t justify the means as right
now it’s border control
big corporations and greed is selling out all Americans as a whole
the stock markets are slow down on a low
euros the value the decline of the American dollar
like Marvin gaye makes me wanna holla they way they treat all life
for all the injustices there’s a value of price
they robbed your soul through a social misguided heist

[illmental]

my re-emergence is insurgent/
my status is a magnet for slaughter and farmer's daughters/
my verbal is magna carta my quest is a tribe called midnight mauraders/
professional shit taker or pick up artist- anything to get them dollars/
my empty pockets breed problems they hungry for money but they on diets like Japanese Parliments/
I'm neccessary to my adversaries like hary kiri or sipoku so ur shit just won't do/
in the past went postal like Karl Malone mind not at home/
I make ur bitch deep throat my dick like a baratone/
fuck the rims on the chariots these platum mouth niggas getting carried on/
stand on my own 2 with enough spine to see the line and cross it/
so while ur flossing i eat, sleep, shit, talk it, and walk it/
u niggas are simps I'm the statue of liberty's pimp/
I back hand the bitch put her on a mission for those wall street chips/
pay me in euros cuz uncle Sam is a welfare queen/
carry on like I'm the last living American hero my revolution is still unseen/