you been described as prepackaged inelastic, can't flex ur rhymes that's some whack shit hit the shadows and lay a trap bit launch your nuclear capabilities at me but i inhale it *cough* that was a good hit man glad u didnt waste it on the likes of afghanistan these taxdollars money gets alotted rather funny destroyin societies instead of facilitatin to shape them that's why we stop hatred with the rhymes we bakin freebasin our minds past the muddled puddle u may think of multiply our velocities with verbal atrocities unique to mankind our vector-based philosophy
From now on I will be speaking in tounges about trials and tribulations. People come from all nations will embrace my creation of the words I spew forth. They will chew and choke on the syllables my mind puts together with envy of noone. Even the sun will shine down on the young ones running around with barefeet in the summertime old men sitting at the corner on buckets singing hot rhymes with their wrinkled skin telling storys of the bad times and the good disgusting... like your yayo abuse.
This one is called "Fishy Bitches" hope you guys understand the metaphor I'm going for.. let me know what you think about it... I'm thinking about using this one in a performance. ------ Catching this baitfish is mad easy for me, You can call me master-baiter.. Go fishing by myself, I’ll see you ‘bout a half an hour later.. Proves to be boring, Still do it on the bi-daily.. Don’t dress to impress, Fly-fish ain’t no fly ladies.. Need to get off that, though, Need the trill of the fight.. Need to go to the pier where shallow water fish often bite at night.. Where you don’t really need to sacrifice much time.. The only hardware you need is a rod and a weak line.. They tug and pull but easy to bring to the surface.. Usually got big tails, colorful scales and matching purses.. The type of fish that you can’t take home to moms.. Tell her toss it on the skillet, she like, “What the fuck you on?†but, you like to have fun for the fuck of it, fuck for the fun of it.. the type of fish you like the catch but cannot fall in love with it.. for that you got to go deep, get yourself a nice boat not a hooptie.. rolling like that, you probably won’t even snag yourself a groupie.. a groupie is a school fish, they usually got power in numbers.. don’t roll solo like what you looking for, cause they usually younger and dumber.. but you catch one you caught ‘em all, and you’ll be piping like a plumber.. but they probably be slick and slip with your shit while you slumber.. deep sea-fishing is where its at, where the fish ain’t half as dumb as they look.. they won’t even approach the bait if they don’t think its off of the hook.. so you need a tackle box full of tricks at your disposal in your arsenal.. jigs, lures, bait, chum, anything that’s possible.. you get a whole lot of what you ain’t looking for before you get it though, effects of a fish net… but I really can’t say shit, this ahab ain’t found his white whale, I ain’t found the right bitch yet.
some hardcore rap shit...i dunno if any of yall will appreciate it, but oh well... ________________________________________________________ jumping from building to building police barricading the block the sniper rifle is propped on one shoulder, pop the head of a cop everready with shots until the medicals stop, ready or not clever to dodge an unwanted response i got seven on lock and unintelligence by my foes adds simplicity to death dilligently impress police, with six to your chest resisting arrest... by all means im brutal situations are crucial, sending you a clip you get a toothful. police are baffled, by the masses i battle or rather i gather, tortured after in my castle, cadavers by the millions tanks filled where i killed em bullet slugs are drilled into their grills and the blood that spills from the children are real young, and the real ones, i keep locked in steel drums, the skin i peeled em and ate meals from. dogs roam around and steal some so to be fair I kill them, and hollow the body till it feels done. expand the range of my sight, to triple my shots let the blood drip on the block tight grip on the glock you dont have the brain power, to think what i thought bullets to your skull....i think you forgot that im packin heavy metal and im not talkin bout rock a 12 gauge in both hands, you get crippled and fought smart minds like mine, make a little a lot something as simple as darts in your veins till they rip from your heart and i get away with nothing more than a parking ticket police totally unaware the infamous marksman did it it's a sharp decision on how i mark my victims then i spark the witness, and if someone narcs, theyre finished they dont notice me, even in close combat with blades in both hands, sneak around and disarm cats and theres little centrifical force when i make the mystical missles send into you and if im caught its a miricle and you know imma stay on the scene to splatter police physical evidence is ac-tu-al-ly one of the most factual things that can happen to me and everyone's lackin the heat to attack on the street cause you know i got a mac in the jeep, and ill blast your ass back from in back of the seat I got squads and factions with me who would rob and stab when i need and if i ask em to bleed then they actually heed any blasphemy gets em strapped to machines i got dogs laughin at me but when they actually see all the straps that i bring, they wont think to massacre me it makes me laugh when i see the fuzz passin at me cause i got guns that could make the worst drug traffickers bleed. one.
i make ya drip red from ya head/ not blue, instead i have red on my head/ NY, caps and black timbs/ icey rims that spin outside the comfort inn/ i sleep under 3 feet of comfortable skins/ and grip fuckable skin as the lights begin to dim/ im gettin kinda graphic, but it still sounds fantastic/ insanity, i past it, im still livin drastic....
Poetic, furious, and utterly amazing Dont believe me ill give you proof when i display steez with a voice that isnt heard im a mute deaf and blind to the world metaphorically showing you what life really means its like im socrates and your all platons at my knees its multiplying legends mse does things aristotel, spinoza, froyd, and democrates no one can compare to socrasteez by the way if i mispelt a name correct me i keep forgetting english
feelin a lot of that, rane. i bust a flood thats dam breaking a verbal torrent that u can't withstand, so take it so advanced ur art forms foundation is shakin structural bones breakin from the flow i'm precipitatin face it ur washed up n wasted weathered under the sun for too long like a weak piece u'r overexposed n fading u reached ur limit, lack style ur level's been gated edited post-submit
open your eyes, im not the idealist I dont dream about fantasy, it became realistic by power of mind, you can call me Divine because words from my mouth are heavenly Amen, say your prayers, when you step to me stand aside, watch me wind up and bat cats confused by contusions, and cracks where the head at When you play, youre either with me or against me my adivce is pick your teams, and choose wisely.
ill kum thru hit ya whip up wit sum shells// dat will throw ya v in tha air,quicker than pharrell// i got ya wifey, hittin up ma cell// talkin bout, "bibs i need dik, kum and give it 2 me well"// listen,i pop mines reckless// let a fake nigga tryda pop my neckless// u'll see holes in tha side of ya droptop lexus// and ill make ya whole block just drop like tetris// ill have ya brains on ya dickeys,ya lungs on ya ones,and tha same 4 ya kidney// listen dont fuk wit me// my gun aim is way up there im se serious// ill have u bleedin like a bitch on her period// wen it comes 2 bitches i got major G home boi im tha man son// i run more trains on virgins than richard branson// put a bullet in ya nek,im from tha bx das my residence// fuk timbs,im on air force ones like tha president//
Money Makin dollars, makin dimes, makin pennys for thought. I got connections with the big bank selections. Towers of the shit, givin me Powers and the Ritz. Bouncin in my air forces 1s, Trainers by the truck load, trainers by the tonne. :blink:
ima shadow in the south/ without a shadow of a doubt/ ill have ya like kanye west, with my metal in ya mouth/ riskin my life, as im grippin the knife/ one slit to the neck will open ya nice/ i got my gat covered in ice, more than my wife/ youll see that bullet commin in the blackest of nights/ im outta sight, cuz im dodgen the scope/ i get more mouth and tounge than a bottle of scope/ man watch me as i toke, like an indian chiefe/ when it comes to the dro, im always ready to chiefe/ the city knows swich one is out harmin/ and i get more ass than a box full of charmin/ and got more charms for my chain than lucky charms/ no need for alarm cuz im bout to be done/ still i have my enimies starin down the barrel of my gun...
"therell be days when i catch you by yo J's chump, best to act like forrest gump, best to ruuun" cmoon man. bitin dizzee?? hes not even that good haha :lol:
this is gunna be horrible but i guess if anybody wants to help me out pm me shes kinda cute and she likes my smile thought this would be enough to keep her happy for awhile shes kinda dumb in this tv show i feel another re run when she smiles back at the sun but hey lets do it for the kicks man maybe soon theyll stop beating me with rocks and sticks man maybe someday shell be mine and i can hit rewind and repeat the same lines that make me lose my mind the same lines that make them flee and upturn the land mines that ive set so i can purposely walk into and pass through and put me back together with super glue maybe someday you can be me and watch this same tv
check it out home boys its ya boi from the west// im puttin weaklings to rest put your skills 2 the test// im the best face it chump// or youll be facin the trunk by the bass and the pump// slumped and if u get a drop of blood on my carpet// thats a real quick way 2 get your body turned into a carcus// this shit bogaz silly yall dont know the dilly// yall small as tweetie while im doin it big like free willy// but on the really u think u beatin me nigga what u smokin// fuk around and find your body under a bridge somewhere in east oakland// so keep hopein that i aint got the heat tokin// i dunno even smoke but im always high kuz my niggaz weeds poten// belive me i can make a real emcee look bad// imma take u to school so make sure u got your book bag// u shook bad i can tell by how u writing// and even if i loose the battle we can always result to fightin// but man fuk dis shit im out this bitch// its friday night mutha fuk i gotta go do some shit//
Bump just a general drop:: calm myself down thinking violent thoughts Im sick of Verbier and da rich bitch hot shots If you aint rich You aint cool It aint reserved Go home Fake smiles be worthwhile when you lookin fo free drinks and free smokes Flash yo fake smile and make sure he aint broke I cant stand the lack of genuine here Everyone grins but they givin you the finger You wont feel safe unless you was born hea Everwhere you turn you got 5 in the back, yeah might as well pack a nine them bitches be itchin for free fights each night down at the club you walkin in Gotta strut like you own it cause if you aint rich You aint cool It aint reserved Go home. Cuz if If you aint rich You aint cool It aint reserved Go home.
I know you're sick of seein' this tedious periods of lenience when i get delirious i ain't a one trick pony, in fact im the miraculous rabbit grabber and like seattle radio without frasier you lackin' grammar primetime tv on Fox got me slappin' bladder like Macguyver, non-violent ways to escape ya grip redirect your darts with a ballpoint and a paper clip they say knowin' is half the battle you tell that to genius mc's who won't last to tattle when they rap to babble, i'm like the malboro man smack the cattle and get the herd ahead before the drought sets in leave a cleft lip like you catchin your man on mom's left tit he ain't in the right place at the right time like atoms collide to form me with a face to fight crime ain't enough room in this hall for the both of us no draw, just me hidden from sight but throwin' coconuts hardly hilarious punchlines i'm seein' serious toolbox drop like it's lunchtime still I gotta finish sometime