if this battle took u a minute, then i guesein u shook that u in it, id be if i was in ur position, cuss im an mc with a violent disspostion, u lacking ambition, while im on a kamakazi jhiad mission, leave ur nose crooked like all these poloticions,
Look dogg, you can't even spell politician, guessin? the UK lookin weak if thats what you reppin' a lyrical ability that'll leave you needin a weapon this wouldn't take a minute, not even a battle I speak clearly all you ever do is babble I'm lacking ambition? You're not even a competition..
HAHAHA nice, and with that imma take a bow, its 3 in the mornin and i gots college tomoro, nice stuff tek, u gotta call me out more often i wanna get back in lyrical fitness keep me on my toes fam, prob respond tomoro
when by boy died i cried and cried, tried to deny it, convinced i was fine, but, that shits stayed on my mind, and everywhere i go is a reminder of times, when, me you and our boy would go out riding, sit in the skate park toilets blazing, sneak out on weekends and skull that cask wine, sleep on the streets believing we'd be fine, looking back on it now i see we were fools, i guess i figured this sooner than you two, sticking it out and going through school, fighting everyday with heads that thought they were cool, sitting alone on breaks, nobody gave a fuck or thought i had what it takes, to become more accomplished, than a cat that rocked tools, I guess with the distraction, of trying to prove, myself to others, i lost most contact with you, and the boys who already knew, that i was real, and that i could do, whatever i wanted, you believed in me, i look back at my score on the TEE, and think, fuck that shit, what does it mean, when i deprived myself of being, chilled back chuffing bongs and drinking, treasuring the time that we had without thinking, that it could all go away, man i wish you were here so i could spend, one more day without out any stress, talking about what you mean to me, and how cut i'd be without you, timmie. needs to be said.
Everytime I hear your name I lyrically get the tendency to mentally say I love you in parenthesis. Ohhh like kanye I speak with so much emphasis. i say things you could never forgive. I can't say my love for you is limited. asdf late vday spit. feel me.
You know who I am? what you need son? this is ofb one,say it with me. ooohhhh eeeefff beeeee. Im high,steppin on you fools,all herbal. You talk your shit, all verbal. it aint no thang,got no one to blame. but yourself. for bein a ordinary book on the shelf. you cats all the same,bitchmade with wealth. im not no bitchmade rapper graffer.
Iite,Yo ery body dis ya boi Matt Dre dis rap right here comin str8 from the Bay You already know im da king of buck I'll battle yo ass on da dance flow i dont give a fuck Cuz when you come against me yo guna run outta luck Ima Bust out my sick ass flow'z then get yall girlz cz dey all ho'z Ima quit dis shit for i really get started yall fuckin suck it smell like yall farted lol haha this is fun
fuck thug bitches, yall aint sick. ur cam'ron, im more like trick trick. the illest emcee, spittin hot rymes. call me dmc, but im commit'in crimes. slangin in the streets, a real trapstar. bangin to the beats, like dre and snoop are. jeezy was a snowman, but im like slim. pop pills and drink 40's, life is grim. dont front like u a crip, ur a suburn kid. im the realest there is, a sellin' herb kid. pushin weight and droppin tons, call me plies. better yet im rick ross, minus the waist size. acually i was lyin, im just a white dude. typin on my computer, i need some bed-time food.... haha
I break bitches faces like crooked gridiron. ill keep spittin until you get tired. then ill blast you verbally to make sure your retired. Dude you dont want to front we got 6 in the fam. ill ask you,really,do you know how i am? ill rip you up like an internet advertisement scam. fuck then pop up advertisements. wow dude. i gotta fuckin get my shit together haha
I write rhymes A dime a dozen, or should I say a dozen dimes. A dollar to pick my brain, 20 cents to hear my rhymes. Four quarters in a year, four nickels ‘ill solve your crimes. A hundred cents to make sense, 20 more to ease your mind. I find my written lines to be doper than most. Dope is an infection and my style is the host. I boast but yet I’m modest, flow hottest from coast to coast. If you’re feeling how I’m feeling lift your drinks and make a toast. Approach me with a smile, my style is so unique. Hostile – never retreat, profiled as the elite. I pile those who compete and I never see defeat. It’s not that I can’t lose, I’m just def to what you speak. You don’t preach knowledge and your flow’s forever weak. How can you criticize my speech when your verse is incomplete? 16 is not a verse, you see I’ll never reach my peak. I’m original with flows so you’ll never hear me repeat. I seek a higher understanding and intellectual might. Ignite a million minds with this perpetual light. I retract my jaw and vomit the dawns of hope. I impact your soul while I advocate the dope. Cut me - I’ll bleed brilliance; no nurse can dress my wounds. Life is but a garden, cancerous, my mind prunes. The fumes radiate and pierce souls like harpoons. My brain forever bubbles and juggles these shard tunes. Consume these fakes fools as soon as they assume That just because I’m white, I write in costume. False. I’ll tell you right now, I’ll never front ME I’ll be the bearer of truth; I’ll preach what I see. And what I see right now is a never-ending cycle of truth We can’t permit lies; we need to enlighten our youth Children are the future and now is the time for change If we don’t do something, next generation becomes deranged
Watch Me Split-These-Fags I Anit Talking My Self Up, It's My Rap Shit-That-Brags Have Your Body In Bags, Maybe You Should Quit Rapping And Just Stick-With-Tags.
I mean this in the best words,but this verse comes in thirds. ay listen,evertime i hear your name. I lyrically get the tendency to mentally say I love you in parenthesis. In mathmatical terms that means,theres no taking turns,my equation comes first. ehhh. you know.
this dudes like nas, hes mentally ill. without the -matic part, a license to kill. you must be smokin somthin, a psychodic patient. A hatian waitin and bakin, thats a melodic statment.... now thats a melodic statement..haha