gimme a break cunt, ill drop ya in a second slice ya face off and then see what ya reckon grab a shiney mirror to show ya the reflection then fill a hypodermic with the HIV infection shoot it in ya eyes, then sharpen the machete cut ya up slowly -- ya body's now confetti when i fuck with cunts like you, i dont do it petty i aint gonna stop so i i hope that you are ready, for my frenzied assault, the synonym for attack ya body parts dumped in acid vats in the back of my shack... now dont try and back track, cause i accept no apologies your only hope now is the advancement of technologies so cloned einstiens can freeze ya chriogenically honestly, hopefully...storing away ya precious DNA, skipping the funeral and all the pretty boquets to give ya poor mum the chance to see her son anohter day ... to kiss, to share love and spend time with a person to cook for and reminisce with ...the sad old song of a son dearly missed unless ya mother hates you , im at work, so i cant have this be an extended battle and no, i dont want your e-friendship
yoh im the zainiest rapper ever escaped from haities baby my rhythems all crooked, but thats why i keep an asian lady lately i be hatein on these fake emcees that claim they gravy but i got the formula to warn em then you'll think im crazy im use to bustin skullz now i switch to this aaaangle now i bust brains, get mind freaked like Criss Aaaangel definin my abillity is killin you now tell me tell me tell me which crew keeps drillin threw dat be, me fillin crew me ninja goons we hotta den da sun an you forgot to get it done me'have much bread you got de crumbs ayo we gotta get it done be at de top we numba one anotha one anotha one another ehhh oohhhh check tha flow we got bad styles for em, bring it back another time we got bad styles for em, check the flow we got bad styles for em bring it back another time we got bad styles for em holy shit man, i brought it back one time, fuck a rapper up the cops is like "... another gun crime" fuck 5-0! thats what im yellin every minute im never finished, but im done with this rhyme so in your mind............. let the dj spin it
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hJNF0jqGSSk yo im griping spliffs, flipin scripts, busting sickning shit, mcs rap bout flow but they missing it, in a battle they couldnt go the distence with, a legendery lyricsist, my styles like a hidden myth, people serchin thru forbiden scripts,
i dont kno if ur gay or sportin that funny figure but wat is up with your signature consisting of anal fissure i dont even kno wat that is i guess i shouldve payed attention in health class and kept my eyes off of liz but yo that girl was fine, 1-5 i'd say a dime shes off the charts like my rhymes but she can walk in a straight line while ill fall off the side and catch a drunk and disorderly ticket shes a gymnastic girl, do flips on the beam and stick it no picket lines, no outbursts, dont protest my flow im just speakin on real, talk shit and get mowed im not talkin bout ya lawn but u will get hit with blades choppas choppin fades and diggin new death graves but back to my story about the girl with blue eyes her names elizibeth and shes got balance in her thighs shes got beauty in her face, but wat lies in her soul a personality so rich it'll put an end to mineing coal if we could fuel the whole world on the energy of just one girl then wed put an end to war and feed off this rare pearl
god damn endurance too often runs out need nourishment to keep on that cloud rollin' smooth til the pebbles hit like ah naw that shit just hit totally flipped up that switch trick like my dick almost got flicked but its all straight 'cause I ain't got played just found another way not to land that trick so I get up on it, the board under my feet like I'm groovin' to my own goddamn beat no body can touch me, gotta flip that like I gotta hit cats 'cause I hate fuckin' gats not tryin' to bust back, though I'd like to take that so step if you can but goddamn I'mma come through with a new plan 'n devastate you man
A gloomy theme, to who, maybe you but not me ‘cause I gotta groove to any beat like whatever beneath my feet ‘n twist it mold it malleable like I am the astronomical denominator freestyle cipher like a game player I play with fire ‘cause the depiction it creates is an envision I vision in crates like I can’t develop a massive blasphemic tree but I’ll burn one down with the clowns in it Like bit L said, fed up with the bullshit I’m comin’ through with new hits gonna finish whats upon me Because I can’t flaunt see, I’m tryin’ to gather the masses inevitably so if you see me Then just please believe I’m tryin’ to be discreet so don’t approach me in the street I roll solo only way I know to go, gotta follow my own flow with a dope growing Entity inside of me like I can’t be hidin’ see I’m constantly on the run with certain types of stuff but I get up no matter what, different ways to deviate from the norm I stray can’t always spray but I got a plan to come on a mission with a lung I am fishin’ ‘cause I’m hookin’ a sinker like I gotta be thinkin’ the thinker philosophical concepts make no difference when the evidence is lacking so always come backing With fat stacks I’ll be stacking http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hJNF0jqGSSk -- dope beat so I did one to this too but not outloud just type, I been tryin' to record but it ain't always workout right I'm still practicing.
like kin i go back like some throw back jays catch me in some rusty forces rockin an up-town fade not gay but ill still spit the sentimental say fuck that mushy gushy and pussy the instrumentals meaning ill beats ya beats like pussy between the sheets beat guts and rubber sluts cuz i hate to waste skeet waste meat, waste food, thats wat the government wants us to do go ahead, be the greedy fool to spit outta turn and drip drool you tool you aint shit but a mechanism of your own destruction mental deduction, antibiotic catastrophic fatal eruptions like suction, you suckin, a vaccuum to the game suckin brain like a leech, only in game for flashy thangs only in game to get some fame to your name so fuck the cause fuck everything our ansestors worked for, fuck your applause fuck anyone and everyone, my haters and my fans fuck the industry, the underground, p.diddy and his band fuck everythin your about if its only about the bouts i dont got time for petty shit, id rather help the seeds sprout so be kind and help minds develope and reach goals dont waste time on internet emcees unless they spittin free gold unless they spittin knowledge and spittin it right unless spittin it and spitin it and spittin it all night unless they spittin it from the heart and spittin it from the soul unless they spittin it from the start and spittin it from the old spittin it like its fresh out the golden era of rap or spittin it like its meth out the golden era of crack takin you to new highs and never fallin from tip-tops hip-hop forever rocks, even in drout it drip-drops it flip-flops and flows bringin peace to your soul bringin youth to the old, bringin timid to the bold im not sold, im not out, im not anysense of the phrase cuz im just me doing me, im not in a special phase im not following a trend, im myself without a doubt you just mad cuz you foney, like cellz, trapped in the box, no getting out get creative...
no responce? ill get creative and ill flip another flow ill glow like the night sky with the moon at its whole my souls are worn, but i refuse a new pair even tho shoes come in toes, my one has run fair so stare into my eyes and peep wat i speak i speak of things that you seak like inspiration at its peak im meditation at its seat, ill clear you mind of the clouds ill bring blue to your gray, save the day and surf the crowd save the loud save the quiet, save the violent and silent riots save the inner soul, even if you like it or despise it arrise it outta of the mush and pleasure it with the best the nest of rhythme, the rhyme of reason, speak no treason im a seasoned guest i guess ive been blessed, healing power of a god facade of all thats good because my minds like sweeny todd i do have a dark and disturbed portion of the brain untamed like an insane migraine above an open flame like grain im the fundamental and foundation of your hip-hop diet if hip-hop was a seven-fourty-seven jet in the sky, id fly it meaning i would be the pilot, the master and commander conqueror of unconquered lands so call me king alexander matter of fact just call me PHAX cuz im spittin the truth deliverin years to your youth like botox when i inject into the booth seizing your troops, put em on plantations to pick the fruit pick to loop my voice, thats your choice to fruit my soup meaning ill follow my cannabolitic embeded roots and devour your flesh, wear your dog tags and your boots and your suit, button it up to the top, rock it to shows open your mind rewind time and pocket your blows pocket your lines, twist and turn em into my rhymes and my rhymes will be etched into your headstone with devine nines devine times, sublime rhymes, but i still hold meaning twisting your spine with each sign, my language is of a complex, entertwined and bleeding mind
hot shit.. aint tryed thiss scence 4th grade haha... i look at old shit as i paint over it wonder 'bout thier times, paintin', colaboratin'. somehow dealin w/ the hatin' from crews. beef when they kick you with yo kicks. talkin' shit you had enough of it! they think your beat. jus wait untill you return w/ that teqneuqe that kicks thier feet. right out from under 'em watch em look twice. make 'em think twice 'bout that shit they be talkin' like "don't slow down keep lookin' down. maby he wont notice maby he'll forget..." SHIT! im on top of it! callin' me toy sayin' i bite? homie you aint the one to bring a knife to a gun fight! posed on the sketch. "I WILL ROCK YOUR SHIT!" your not even near my level. so why you think you some big bad devil? yeah i think its funny watchin you revel, on that shit you cal art *fart* see son thats a rhyme right thier, so you know what dude dont even think you can compare, to the B.I.G.L.A.N.E! i wont give out a name but you the one who flippin people off in the rear view car, thinkin' "oh they scared" you think you hard. wouldent talk shit to my face homeboy im the leader in this rar race! shit look at you face you cant even put up a pace, damn! its over I win! see ya next time, BITCH ASS "FRINED"! yeah let me know its the first time in 6 years.. peace.. oh and yeah its about beef..
Urbanite dancin’ down the street light just might Hit it with a blight, bright discoloration of flavors so brazen It was boldy adjacent to the fucking cop station but the haters Couldn’t even be playin’ on this shit sayin’ its hot Like cop dicks were suckin’ dick to a lil kid like a lil bitch Ya’ know that shit got hit pretty quick because they used Some ill new kinda shit the spray came came with a stencil init Like so inventive, the kid was always creating while additionally devastating with his ways he’d never be changing ‘cause the attack was on the front he couldn’t give up had to attack mad tangible stuff like all the in animate objects that feel no pain must reign the wrath ‘cause its not enough to devastate the masses its your environment that is the actually acting you can’t believe how distracting the distress can be when their testin’ me like bitch I see more than you do so …..lost it
Quickiez... Yo! I am the one that they call master I can hit stronger, better, and Fasta Knock yo girl so hard make here Delirous I know man make you fouirous Tell the truth make me curious, Never knowin why You dont say BITCH DROP AND A DIE! But know I cant Im the Greatest Im the safest The Hovasest Befor I knock it up I pray sayin lord give me one more day Im sorry you why Cause I made his word look like lies. I lay down knowin she'll cry Nothin I can do but let the time past by Cant help her for she is lost Tryin to save her at any cost Fuck'em I'll take the hit take, the loss No matter I'll come back Like Big Boss I'm never dead I live within Never forget who I am, or what i say Cuase you'll have to answer to me one day.
I see you talkin to the game But you couldn't be talkin to me I got enough to be And More ppl to buirry I know it just clicked in to make you realize Im so much harder You see that with your own eyes You on your way to choose type cause you gota I tell you right now man Im hotta I know you tryin so man just practice Challenge me when your ready pic your tactics My follow hit you like Karte Spin Kick But man I'll meet you in the air when i make yo back Flip.
thanks for the advice i can use it. deffinetly try not to abuse it. keepin that flow for the show of skills on the real its been six whole years scence thin thiers been alota tears flowin, showin, growin... up thats when i got into graffiti throwin up. sick. of this shit called death you know when you run outta breath like the way you drop on stage when you battlin a dude thats bringin that rage. like he in a cage. locked up animals be clocked up on time at the zoo monkeys waitin to fling shit like you. nothin but paticance the calm waitiness. perfect way to end the day is chill with a rhyme and it ends this way.. hey... hey....
StORy TiME fReeStyLe! A seventeen year old boy grabbed the Benz car keys He was stuck in the trees, everyone listened to Killa Bees Wu-Tang, Nasty Nas, L, B.I.G., Pac and Big Pun The kid took a long drive, a nice drive for some fun He stopped at his boy's crib and picked up his friends He thought he was looking fly cruising in his dads' Benz As they flew down the highway enjoying a DJ Premo beat His boy in the back seat said get off the exit and turn up the street As the driver pulled a left and stopped at a ghetto's 7-11 A thug with a swagger and a smile looked like he was in heaven ...... ...... ...... As an alarm clock went off ringing in his head The thug slowly rose from his broken futon bed He was fired from his job and wished he was dead He picked up his protection gun and filled it with lead He knew he had to make some money real quick On his stereo he listened to the stories of Slick Rick Next came Dead Prez which gave him an sly scheme He would use the Steal a Car theme to make the green Other than he was broke he was also a drug fiend He put the gun and clip in his pants because it was his team As he approached the local 7-11 to buy himself another 40 He looked over at a Silver Mercedes, thought it was his ex-shorty So he ran up to the car, opened the door and jumped in back But instead it was 4 teenage kids ready to have a heart attack He was freaked the fuck out, but saw this as his chance He pulled out his clip and loaded the gun out from his pants He told them to drive before anyone caught them at first glance He understood that what he was doing was stealing cars He didn't think about the consequences until he... was behind steel bars
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hJNF0jqGSSk u can try to fight, the fatal spiders bite, venoms still blind ur sight, rooms going dark like the sky at night, so wave goodbye to light, dont matter cuss they cant save ur life, body probly end up in a grave tonight, so you start to pray despite, god wont lissten cuss u betrayed the mic, hes sittin on clouds with a lazzer site, aimed to smite, all u slaves of hype, wack rappers that get payed to write, for this new age of shite, nearly killed hiphop an slayed its wife, crank dat was like a bladed knife, if u think its dope ur braids to tight, u must like that mtv's full of gays n dykes,
ok fo' real if you gonna post en ere it better be some rap cause nobody came in here to read your crap so you got somethin to say say it in a rap any way it was a pretty relaxing day just chilled out wasent at work no need to clock out and i havent rocked out in a while you know rapin free style well ima go dont post in here to be a post whore... bitch
i cause catastrophes when you battlin me people see the dentist more for me then for cavities, see... don't even speak to me, positively or negatively because when it comes to battle rapping competitively there isn't many MC's who are better than me you're left trailing behind a white boy, like eminem's jeans you're gay...with all your make-up and your feminine creams in a dirty ass motel room, crying, left on your knees fuck what you heard. you faggots better check on my steez i incite wet dreams, i get you hot, like ninety-seven degrees you a veteran? please. you couldnt kick raps if you were chuck norris i'll leave you deceased. with four stiff limbs from rigormortis so fall back if you're threatened, or wake up in the forest tied up and blind folded, asking "where am i?" like a tourist quick shit. off the head for once. not about anyone...again...just how i rap.