"show These Crabs How To Rhyme Thread"

Conspiracy player slayer, politrix properganda matrix
body twisted from the earth's pollution
solution absorb artitecture and shapeshift
while babies are dying, emcee's monoplolizing off fakeness
You don't make hits, theyr'e misses
Men over 30 bore me with juvenille childish disses
you were a never a drug dealer
You stacked chips washing dishes
Queens won't touch you for eating dirty lady fishes
Run your chain buisness, my gift is grittiness
Nonchalant dealing with all this nonsense
Pre-mature content, and bitten contexts
Riddle your concious come test
You'll rest delirious sleeping wearing a vest
my days are no-homo, the games wackness it's a mess
While you waiting on chef's i'm serving delicious dishes
And at the record release party
Sign out front no gangsters, and bitches
Murdering rappers is big buisness
i bet their own fam ordered the hits
So if i ever get hit i'm blaming my cousin kid
Vegetarian only concerned with breaking ribs
Every step i take is followed by an unidentified snitch
So i guess death is a nigga if life's a bitch
my laundry's clean nothing shiny here no Sean John jeans
Slap a backbacker, southern trapper, or crunk rapper
Fine dimes forgetting to wipe semen of their chins sucking off master
Girls like Jean Grae blow kisses cause flows vicious
While young Bergs's, Santana's, and 50's get robbed religous

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Originally Posted by J.T.S.

Conspiracy player slayer, politrix properganda matrix
body twisted from the earth's pollution
solution absorb artitecture and shapeshift
while babies are dying, emcee's monoplolizing off fakeness
You don't make hits, theyr'e misses
Men over 30 bore me with juvenille childish disses
you were a never a drug dealer
You stacked chips washing dishes
Queens won't touch you for eating dirty lady fishes
Run your chain buisness, my gift is grittiness
Nonchalant dealing with all this nonsense
Pre-mature content, and bitten contexts
Riddle your concious come test
You'll rest delirious sleeping wearing a vest
my days are no-homo, the games wackness it's a mess
While you waiting on chef's i'm serving delicious dishes
And at the record release party
Sign out front no gangsters, and bitches
Murdering rappers is big buisness
i bet their own fam ordered the hits
So if i ever get hit i'm blaming my cousin kid
Vegetarian only concerned with breaking ribs
Every step i take is followed by an unidentified snitch
So i guess death is a nigga if life's a bitch
my laundry's clean nothing shiny here no Sean John jeans
Slap a backbacker, southern trapper, or crunk rapper
Fine dimes forgetting to wipe semen of their chins sucking off master
Girls like Jean Grae blow kisses cause flows vicious
While young Bergs's, Santana's, and 50's get robbed religous

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Internet thugs, beef over computers! da real niggaz outside, the real shooterz! getting twisted smoking buda, it so luda-criss I rather hit ya with fist cause when the 45th hits That’s it! life’s a bitch, I guess I Death wish, def wit it, depth styles I kick, make you run a mile Living foul is how the whole dam isle get, from Shaolin to Rikers, Latin kings, Blood & Crips, to da OutLaw riderz, fuck snitchez & snake biterz my style my own, grown man bidness, fuck you talking bout sound like little bitches, I straight do this for lyrical fitness, try & keep up seek slutz dirty but slutz cum up wit crust nutz & still continue to lust us why you cum up wit num nuts you dumb fuck, sitting duck quick 2 cluck, run & duck when you suppose 2 bust, not ready for da ruck-us fully equip officially sick wit da med prescrips already writ however only fuck wit licks straight 2 da head wit it, medicine who better then Sin, plus it feel so good to rep my hood but fuck cutting corners I use 2 cut weight, straight raw, now I cut fakes, straight war, some these young niggaz straight boar… swine, treat’em like whores make’em mine, fan that is! Record release party srtraight ganstas & bitches wouldn’t have it any other way straight fake niggaz what part of the game it that, use 2 break over cuts & scratch, wrote graffiti, the game need me, beedie eye Freddie foxx live you wouldn’t survive “Mic & Gun” wut up dun! fuck you ya city, show me gritty, dissin niggaz like fitty it’s a pity hatin on a man getting money, wut you hungry some body give 2 the needy you think you the nicest Then come eat me fuck a text come flex over audio and if I’m wrong we can break bread & hit a couple forties yo

Smash your minds down 14 mile of rhymes
y'all can't get wit my flows that sicker than any atom smasher/
flash in the pan rappers can get zapped like flies
your demise be bars i used to shoot birds in the skies/
get cha roasted in flows that don't do grease pies
i spit on big tits when I'm ripping heads that can't be feed/
get off your lazy boy my rhymes deploy bombs atomically that go off strategically
you can't magically wait to be hot you gotta take the spot and snatch the torch/
I'm off the porch cutting you short as a stoggy i just put out/
if you got clout it's more like cloud that can't rain anymore
so when i score i put out my heart and throw a barrage of darts/

It’s like…
I’ma poet, with pens pencils’n speech
My mind – mentals will teach a hopeless
Soul mendin’ through each - paper cut
Envision this…a place of rust we’re livin’ in
With sinful kin, stuck in a world of gold –
Where simpletons bludgeon each other
Explorin’ the hole but the riddle is
Mind bending I’ve witnessed it –
Incisions in my thought tortured my skull
But the sickest shit…
was watching the art turn into cold
Thoughtless phrases often dropped on pages…
And I couldn’t do a thing about it…
my heart’s just raging -
Facing harps engaging song I played upon
This fateful dawn of imagination incasing all
Aspirations of sonnets, dreams’n fabrications.

I speak wise plans of demise my mind flies through skies with rhymes that transform 2 crime, my grime equals 2 nickel nines, red laser lines laced mines, deliberately placed ahead of time rewind 4 moves back attack, I fire torch for sport with broad swords slicing vocal cords, I call warlords to bring in fire storms to form the devils horns collect souls scorned, hearts torn out of flesh is my threshold, behold a pale horse which I ride of course my name is death I bring with me famine war & pestilence to set the presents of apocalypse with chaotic sin to torture men to descend to the depths of Hades then feast on their babies it’s how the heavens made me crazy

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Originally Posted by $inista

I speak wise plans of demise my mind flies through skies with rhymes that transform 2 crime, my grime equals 2 nickel nines, red laser lines laced mines, deliberately placed ahead of time rewind 4 moves back attack, I fire torch for sport with broad swords slicing vocal cords, I call warlords to bring in fire storms to form the devils horns collect souls scorned, hearts torn out of flesh is my threshold, behold a pale horse which I ride of course my name is death I bring with me famine war & pestilence to set the presents of apocalypse with chaotic sin to torture men to descend to the depths of Hades then feast on their babies it’s how the heavens made me crazy

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Reluctant luck of the draw, break barriers, wordplay aircraft carrier
Dj's want Revolution, rebels revolve in underground areas
Protest the prostitution, the institutions bury ya
Under the rubble, the dirty menace to America
Shakespere bores me, far away from 40 ounces
Delivery bouncers, hustler, customer counselers
Golden glove training, this game i'm claiming
Affiliated passion, against the ropes rapping
Flying ninja star action, fiends ask me what's cracking?
scuff marks on my shoes, challenge groups more to lose
Less to give, ladies lips bless the kid as he's writing testament
Sitting in da park taking trips down memory lane i represent
Facts, g-packs, backpacks, rap bibles, and gats
Green grenades spray painted black, camaflouge mack
Street diplomat, thoughts dipped in wax
Bobcat attacks red eyed rats, crabs watch n relax
Clean fiends relapse in a finger snap

the sounds of cracks and gun claps, makes me relax
shoot at me im forced to shoot back/
true logic, let me speak on this topic, swollen optics
blind sight yet i still fight/
through any project, mind set to rule like ancient kings
golden robes, diamond rings/
its war i bring to achieve these things, call me a war monger
or barbarian, dont give two fucks who im slayin/
give artrosity to the name of democracy, with vicious policies
i run entire countries, no policing just militaries/
people hidin its to scary, some get a little daring,
try and speak up, have your wife say goodbye darling/
it started from little groups and bands, rival clans
each one is in my hand/
the plan is invade every land, fuck there last stand
its a take over, so take cover/
a military coupe, just to throw in the face of
political goofs/

broke heads token legs open arms get nailed body parts
shot wit guns that rapid shit on you closed caption/
rappers battling are just “sophisticated babbling”
talking about Athena when you trying to deal wit flows like a seminal/
raps are gleaners shining swords are meaner greenery be beenies
i rock silm line minds drop bombs down your spine wit pills/
grill roast coasts folks are get blown from the smoke
i choke folks wit forearm smashes crashing boards/
while i jack your session for notebooks and laptops
thinking you dropping stocks my flows are the market it stops/
I'm the NASA before the money got passed through NASDAQ
stocked wit stacks so black it's a pitch away from killing eye balls/
I hoot when you blow like fish from ginsue spit through you like glass on windows
now spinning on in chairs that offices don't bare they just witness everything/
now you sinning governmental experimental crack minds diamond tip grips
slip through blips on the radar are you hard my mark be “check” seeing dollars/
polly never rally dolly daddy mack caddy push pass puss my shit don't bush
i fuss wit flows that never touch clutch a line i never rushed when your dusted/
buring you rappers wit more notices than spies in the CIA
i wait for no man to give me a way in so i can find her coochie/
i speak it lightly loosely get cha goose cooked my off the books
shank high low now you breaking ankles like think tank manuals/

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Originally Posted by J.T.S.

Reluctant luck of the draw, break barriers, wordplay aircraft carrier
Dj's want Revolution, rebels revolve in underground areas
Protest the prostitution, the institutions bury ya
Under the rubble, the dirty menace to America
Shakespere bores me, far away from 40 ounces
Delivery bouncers, hustler, customer counselers
Golden glove training, this game i'm claiming
Affiliated passion, against the ropes rapping
Flying ninja star action, fiends ask me what's cracking?
scuff marks on my shoes, challenge groups more to lose
Less to give, ladies lips bless the kid as he's writing testament
Sitting in da park taking trips down memory lane i represent
Facts, g-packs, backpacks, rap bibles, and gats
Green grenades spray painted black, camaflouge mack
Street diplomat, thoughts dipped in wax
Bobcat attacks red eyed rats, crabs watch n relax
Clean fiends relapse in a finger snap

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Word to the World Trade terrorize the wordplay & slay flows, hey hoe I quick to tussle, scuffle & take over hustles, move muscle, I’ll fuck you plus your trainer UP, a no brainer, YUP! I’m rugged as fuck, mix martial arts up with knees, elbows & golden slugs, leave em with swollen mugs, run with gully thugs is wut money does, I laugh ha-ha you say funny stuff, talk about Santana then call your self a diplomat just a silly fact, truth is niggas is really ass, put to rest your testament really fast 9 millie stash, stack cold cash & sip henny & past the reefers then go perform live out the speakers at underground arenas, thuged out demeanor spiting ether

Dick 'em Down Like a Basket,
The Daddy Caddy Casket,
Wit Plushed Out Cush' Shit,
I Think I Got a Little Bush In My Finger,
Always Ready to Pull Shit.
I'm a Downside Aura,
Gettin Crafty Left Oral.
Keep A Shot of Vodka in my Oral,
Gemstar Razor in my Oral,
Unleash It On 'em, When I Gotta,
Flaunt or Taunt On 'em How I'm Harder Than They Is.
I'm Flippin Up They Wigs,
Like Their Feet had a Pedal.
Fill Ya Mouth wit Straight SPlit,
Yeah, My Cock is All Metal.
Jack Off in a Pretty Barrel,
That's the Darryl Hunt in Me,
Get Me? Leavin' Peril for You Cunts,
Get The Picture, I'm a Walkin' Dictionary,
Ask Me Ask Me, I Got Plenty-enty Shits to Say,
Often Wholesome Clips to Spray,
"Ay! Walk Straight, Faggot,
Master ya DIE."
You Motherfuckers Don't Know The Streets,
And IF You Did, Then, Then You Prolly Wouldn't Wanna Live The Life.
That's Real for You Suckas.
Punk Cocksuckas, When They See Me, Lips Pucker.


(click the Darryl Hunt link, you'll get the punch)



PEACE

Danger you should of pulled it, I dont need da a tool kid! we could slap box, I promise not to cut you wit the ox I’ll keep it easy keep talking greasy doe, I’ll show the streetz believe me, born & bread it can’t leave me. I’ll save the amo doe, Calling niggaz out is what I’m about, clout with da goonz, I’m a bit out of tune not fully there truthfully I don’t fucking care, they don’t make em like us no more we’re rare cold stares beware chea gunz in the air, we got show cases come show faces Another one wants to be Shady stop talking crazy fact is you look like Lady I’ll stop there & spare you, …maybe

I can “Doomilate” you fumigate
Rhyme debate be battles of humiliating fate/
That get gravel savage rap Kelvin temputure
Mastering darts that move you like Melvin/
I can “Undertake” your break beats put loops on rebate
Watch me rip a reprieve thieve minds leave bodies wit no souls/
I’m golden chose darts frozen blow throw cheese cake
Casket boil breaks stimulate mental breaks when you snap, pop and crackle/
Tackle you “wackos” like “jacko” tabloid void you decoys wit darts I deploy
I “Sean” everything when I “Price” anything now you disagree wit me on everything/
Junior members get it like a cold day in the winter wit ice splinters up theirs
My fears be faced like the “man in the mirror” now you want to spear me/
The have not half knot rock stock hop scotch you blotch my mind rocks
Found fire fox hire hawks grapple words I wrap thrills wit bills kid/

yo nice dart lord

Hellfire heatseeker, dissolve the system like sugar, in a cup of
acid, pussys to placid/
remastered, bullets rattled and shattered, window pains, old men
walk around with canes/
stray dogs, wars are always followed by thick fog, cloud cover
due to thick smog/
revelate in my own thoughts, the lessons of battle taught,
still smell all the people shot/
burning corpses, seeing angels, accompanied by heavenly choruses
trumpents, time seems frozen/
fulfilment of my godly omens, soul controllin the physical, warrior status
through ancient ritual/
monumental, the elite assassinate presidental leaders, influentual
changin history, the timelines only temporary/
shit moves on, war wages on, every wants to be the king lion
lord of the jungle, while i remain humble/
watch civilization crumble, the drunk man stumbles, speaks more knowledge
then dude who goes to college/
speaks of prophets and holy commands, looks to me, says
you are born a sun of man/
you are the holder of the master plan, raises his hand, disappears
into the mist over the land/

You can write cha own obituary like “Alonzo Harris”
Cuz “King Kong ain’t got shit on me” ain’t that right when I write/
Strike a match, I’m a “burn this bitch down”
Leaving you destine to fight over the crown/
Hip hop is the new “WWE” and as you can see
We always “wrestling” wit each other we always vying for a title fight/
We ain’t “boxing” and “don king” ain’t involved in it
But if he was we’d have an “undisputed” champion/
I’m a at my pantheon of rhyme sharp as 24 karat diamond
Now you are weak as cubic zirconium so you can take your phony ass home/
Throw darts at cha dome wit less lethal aim than the “Angle Slam”
Breaking you back in more places than spinal columns you have/
Personally I don’t give tow fucks if you’re worth a million
Cuz my flows are a billion time sicker when I infect your crew that much quick/
I write so much “Lil Wanye” should hire me as his ghost writer
I’m so nice all these ghost got frighten and stop writing and started jacking bicycle tires/
So when do I have to punch in my flows leave you wit so many lumps
I’d thought cha got thumped by a “UFC fighter” or “Mike Tyson” in his prime/
Don’t try n drop them “Office Max” copy flops
my shit don’t print “black and white” it’s all in “color” bitch/

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Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS

You can write cha own obituary like “Alonzo Harris”
Cuz “King Kong ain’t got shit on me” ain’t that right when I write/
Strike a match, I’m a “burn this bitch down”
Leaving you destine to fight over the crown/
Hip hop is the new “WWE” and as you can see
We always “wrestling” wit each other we always vying for a title fight/
We ain’t “boxing” and “don king” ain’t involved in it
But if he was we’d have an “undisputed” champion/
I’m a at my pantheon of rhyme sharp as 24 karat diamond
Now you are weak as cubic zirconium so you can take your phony ass home/
Throw darts at cha dome wit less lethal aim than the “Angle Slam”
Breaking you back in more places than spinal columns you have/
Personally I don’t give tow fucks if you’re worth a million
Cuz my flows are a billion time sicker when I infect your crew that much quick/
I write so much “Lil Wanye” should hire me as his ghost writer
I’m so nice all these ghost got frighten and stop writing and started jacking bicycle tires/
So when do I have to punch in my flows leave you wit so many lumps
I’d thought cha got thumped by a “UFC fighter” or “Mike Tyson” in his prime/
Don’t try n drop them “Office Max” copy flops
my shit don’t print “black and white” it’s all in “color” bitch/

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Butcher party, remains of the bodies in the trunk of a stolen Maserati
Verbal intercourse karate
characteristics to leave em bodied
God wilder than Gotti
sky high cash stacks stacked can't charge me
I reign from not being arraigned, my lifestyle changed
Hands hard as canes, i'm not Game i don't drop names
No truck chains, rings, or diamonds in a watch
Feds hopscotch to watch me walk the blocks
Gyms where i box, studio's, to weed spots
Can't stop my stocks, i'm hard as my knocks
Street hustlings dead
still clocking government bread
Know they want my head on a platter
Face the batter, acid assualt
Your faults got you thrown in the asphalt
My cash talk, vegetarian hawk
Got the game locker locked
Mastery key mover, in the shadows with shooters
I don't give a shoot, i'll shoot those perverts in hooters
colorful methods from a magnetic shepard
Hardheads in hell living wreckless
Beefs leave em breathless
protect your kneck pissed
Pitch drunk drunken monk
my sword rip your flesh
Thick chunks flying from the firing impact of the pump
left competition slumped, and stumped

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Originally Posted by Bronze Feet

yo nice dart lord

Hellfire heatseeker, dissolve the system like sugar, in a cup of
acid, pussys to placid
remastered, bullets rattled and shattered,

revelate in my own thoughts, the lessons of battle taught,
still smell all the people shot
burning corpses, seeing angels, accompanied by heavenly choruses
trumpents,
fulfilment of my godly omens, soul controllin the physical, warrior status
through ancient ritual
monumental, the elite assassinate presidental leaders, influentual
changin history,
watch civilization crumble, the drunk man stumbles, knowledge
you are the holder of the master plan, raises his hand, disappears
into the mist over the land/

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Damn your coming with some heat! nasty, nasty!

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Originally Posted by J.T.S.

Butcher party, remains of the bodies in the trunk of a stolen Maserati
Verbal intercourse karate
characteristics to leave em bodied
God wilder than Gotti
sky high cash stacks stacked can't charge me
I reign from not being arraigned, my lifestyle changed
Hands hard as canes, i'm not Game i don't drop names
No truck chains, rings, or diamonds in a watch
Feds hopscotch to watch me walk the blocks
Gyms where i box, studio's, to weed spots
Can't stop my stocks, i'm hard as my knocks
Street hustlings dead
still clocking government bread
Know they want my head on a platter
Face the batter, acid assualt
Your faults got you thrown in the asphalt
My cash talk, vegetarian hawk
Got the game locker locked
Mastery key mover, in the shadows with shooters
I don't give a shoot, i'll shoot those perverts in hooters
colorful methods from a magnetic shepard
Hardheads in hell living wreckless
Beefs leave em breathless
protect your kneck pissed
Pitch drunk drunken monk
my sword rip your flesh
Thick chunks flying from the firing impact of the pump
left competition slumped, and stumped

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Take the bar exam
you won't last past the first section of my lyrical examination/
creating so many scenarios you brain goes into self destruct mode
my flow is a tornado before hurricanes and land slides i rhyme/
divide cha mind into 40 different sections correctly incepting darts
miss your mark my heart be lock down like kanye's now/
i grow gigantic spit so sick infect a whole community leaving rappers immune to me
now you getting buried like the tomb of the unknown i'm cold/
break your frame into pieces without deciphering my doctorate
I'm optional like the running play you can pass it to me every time/
I'm “Team Obliterater” emcee exploitater you ain't no bulldog like the hoyts
i spoil shit quicker than benzino lost the source versus XXL/
I'm huffing while you just puffing garbo
My heat seeks ya for a fest so i can roast you like lunch meat/
I'm excelling past the field test exam cipher's best
I teach rapper how to smack them selves when they rap/
so if you wanna buzz like bees i read cha loud and clear
I'm strapped in military gear cutting you wit more wires
than launching mortars in the line of fire/
so if you rhyming sharp as a diamond
I'm tighter than a virgin before she gave head/
my lines be so dirty i made “Vin Diesel” ask who's the real “XXX”
what's next you wanna sky dive off mount everest while emceeing the best/
i stress more heart than “double d” vixens wit more tricks than a rabbit
i beef wit emcees when I'm roasting my sandwich
after i turn the cameras off i go cannibal on you/ and get canibus on you ripping bars so hard cha brain goes from genius to stuttering retard
if you can't rip then why try n flip vocab that leaves the pad blanker than paint on the wall drying/

Lyrical ninja, the cell to the splinter, cold hearted like winter
enter my cipher, swiped like wiper/
water on the windshield, the reason for circles in your field, yield to
the greatest, lest we forget/
rememberance becomes severance, track cost six pence, hence
i step over the fence/
just rhymin for designin, not for the purpose of shinin, im constantly climbin
through elevation, not seeking gratification/
unless from self, i stay tighter then anerexic belts, no doubt, the hyper
Basement Dwella, we shut down labels even Roca - Fella/
with thoughts calm and sombre, jus one mind, a uni bomber, deadly contra
and poison sutras, my alter ego, a villianous buddha/

Musical coach pulling the roach radiation smoke
Celebration hoax Captain hook enemy throats
masters enslaved on boats bury em with dirty dope
Ransom notes written cyclops vision
Rouge rip em pendulum destroying mission
Spin the earth with lyricism lyrics hitting
Fiber digested all allies arrested
Free em prisoners of war
Break through door harpoons hit jaws
Roundhouse kick out the window law
Still they stall Maywether punchlines
low tide smoke out cities die
Unbelivable like Biggie's mind
i sizzle shine quicker, picker, upper lines
From a bouty killer manilla thriller
Drug the dealer 48 hour Beverly hills cop killer
Nutty professor cap peeler u homos ought to rap realer
Weighing in you prey for death before i begin your end

You ain't got no swag i blast, brag,
and slag you muffin rag rappers/
wit no skills you get grilled like beef
cooking outside for my appetite of destruction/
quit cha flows y'all blow like hoes
my throws be backs like flows bee's back/
whenever i rip i snip the umbilical leaving
y'all on ya own like a dog's mutha do/
so if you wanna spit cha swagger
i dagger, rapier, hold up what cha speak no ingles/
my angles be obtuse fused wit the noose y'all loose
i'll cook ya goose dispute cha hold cha compute/
i reboot leave you deleted trying to reformat my drives
be the wheelman liver than a sky diver surviving a drop that high/
don't wonder why i cause drama hold up your mama wanna get involve
cry me a river you just like justin always busting tears that be more garbo/
your hardly worth my hollows i shoots through you flow breakers
when i'm the linebacker sacking you in triplets you can't flip wit/
my vocab can be southern, northern, eastern, pacific, or prime time meridian
you ain't got Gideon my rhymes be cemented in the fabric of timex you rocking/
so don't think you hap-hazard you pasteurize hang you out the dry
my ionize flow be nines grinding skateboarders be asking how sheep be rhyming/
when I proliferate flows drill through domes trying unearth the diamond like coal
I Nate wit kings ring wit bling sing wit slings soul when i get it cold check knowledge/

Village pillage blood on blood war spillage
Egg crack the illest , my poke realest
East coast mic vet, take off your cerebal debt
Lethal chin checks, no regrets where i rest
Cess toking you quit delivery broken
No longer boasting ragga-muffin
Mad i'm puffing, huting you down discussion
percussion cussing
Avenue warlord, boulevard broad bully
Catapault my cult, paid in full fully
Mad cow reaction, body bones cracking
Walk it out attacking, crib jacking action
No lies solo, black God Bolo
Fast as Bruce in slow mo
Bring it on oh no1

nice dart JTS

Oh no you blow no homo bust my gun here come po-po
Blow mo smoke keep it on da low doe niggas spit so-so
I bust like a 4oe 4oe Stay drunk like a hoboe oh no
niggas on slow-mo like a dum nigga name Cuomo
quick wit da heat he hold doe a sick killer so cold
sold dope over tracks but da beet & vocals eloped
vocab hung wit a rope then the beet o-de on smack
murdered da track…track…track…

Don't ask me what's my name is again
it goes Chaos, Techwon, Sheepish aka Mr. Nintendo DS/
if you see BS i see nothing but BS smell it on your “Candy Ass” and girl's good looking “Breasts”
I'm turn back into how the “Wall Street” Bull used too and just “Ram” you like “St. Louis” do/
your “Brass Knuckles” are a laugh and chuckle
you flopped harder than fat people in the “Deep End” hope you can swim/
y'all all judist my priest never abuse it
so when you boys come to play I'll spray you like “The Fly” and you'll just die on sight/
i will lyrical erase your mind leave you blinded to
all the interference you get it's called “Clit Blocking”/
It's sort of like “Reverse Pick Pocketing” only bitches are watching
plotting on how to stop you from taking her friend away from her/
so if you muffin rag rapper get trapping I'm zap you like bugs on the climb
my lines be spider webs snagging you in the net not the Internet/
i rep the corp my section be silent and a saint like “Simon Templar”
if you wanna get embalmed my flows will en trawl you/
don't brawl wit halls no my medicine be referenced in trees you grow in the back yard
so if you grass ain't cut you know what's coming up/
dick you suck fuck the luck get off the slong
i bong hit flows when this psychotic emcee encroaching on your turf/
you best start running cuz i'm gunning for you wit a forty-four inch long barrow
my darts hit cha nerves causing you damage from the bullets i unleash in this bitch/
i'm the chaotic monster breaking down your walls brawl heavy little bevy
when you ready deadly wit the melody singing you a sirens song that too hard for you/
so if you shall die from shock my clock ticks and your doesn't tock
knock out the beat leaving heads asking who's who when i'm all me/

Dog verses are junkyard material, their battle food cereal
"Raisin brand" rappers analog in stereo
Who can dispute the fact the producers use 'fruit loops"
"Lucky some ladies feel the charms" still i storm on those groups
My vocals hit and turm emcee's to "coco crisps"
Rob "generals for the mills" get off that "corn pop" shit
I'm nice that's why ladies kiss the "grape nuts"
give em 'honey smacks" in the sack rough
Don't go against the grain or catch "cheerio" sized holes
if i should take your "life' or not that's debatable

I am not cha ordinary rapper
I’m a emcee on a mission like a politician/
If you got flows, beats I’m ready to mount cha defeat
I got decisions to make precise darts wit precision that cuts
Through the hearts of those that demise art /
Saw the rhyme like an inner-vision despise your lies
Under the guise you could reprise your roles
So your re-casted for someone sexier and younger/
So if your hungry we’ll ship your there cuz I don’t think you a got a care
I tell you these young cats nowadays think its all “peaches and cream”/
Shit ain’t a walk in the park like “Nabisco Treat” I walk to my own beat
Spit to my own aura leaving you dumber than a “number two pencil”/
If you had stencils you couldn’t sketch or trace my likeness
I strike no resemblance to any thing you’ve ever seen or heard before/

I make limbs prosthetic, analog assassin, dasher athletic
Pull your card credit, Gq clothes, hybernation flows
shit stain on your street fame, write your will while in the wilderness maimed
9 projects projected undetected by hip-hop detectives
When it come to beats I'm selective, constipated on some next shit
Tech spit flesh ripped hits i make the greatest chips
Off the shoulder sword grabber, crabs kill em with daggers
You Waldo Faldo emcees i kill you and your family matters
When i give chase they scatter, devils splattered
Spit on Congress steps, White house burning Vet
Patriot killers sacking mc's give injuries and clap courts spare juries
at the morgue writing death raps in need of more weed
blasting drama by Bobby D. concurrently pockets bulging with currency

I’m a alpha b-boy alpha south paw catch it raw
Upper handed crooked hook jock tops mics I rock/
Knock out lines stock bars up to the spires of my dome
Egyptian hopes chrome plated staffs clash of the Titians/
I’m still writing spits fully equipped I haven’t been picked up
Slip a lip grip them dogged darts full of shit/
Davey Jones these lockers hold up cha strap
I beta kap map a crap cold cock you hoes for dealing smack/
I don’t take jack I got no restraint my rhymes are apart of my membrane
Taken insane pile it on like a trash heap until its get’s full n can’t take no more/
Cell phone your dome drain your brain
Via your very own Bluetooth headset/
Reputable darts infect cha brain via binary code
Unload a boatload until your brain explodes/
Check mate cha chrome you ain’t got GLOW
Chime when you rhyme I drop a pin like sprint every time/
I can rewrite cha mind like a hard drive wit no disc in it
I solid state cha click and leave ya deleted that quick/
My spit be acid rain drizzling down on your brain
Wit no lid to claim you take a hood and cover it up/
Thinking I’m stuck you just got struck lead pipe and all
My brawl be walls climbed like vagina walls and all/

Switch up the lines locked in the wreck room doing my time
Terminal terminology astro astronaught astrology psycological psycology
The illest illustirous illustrations illustrated in my biblical autobiography
Photographic graphics brain cell stored in storage compartments
Burn your apartment then flee in the navigator windows dark tints
Mc's overated outdated helium blown tones deflated
A plus graded upgraded raps written at the shack i invaded
Evaded the devestated ruins know reinstated
Every state favorite my team raiders never been raided
Broadcast hip hop police played it left the FCC shook
Censorship censors edit my additional hooks
Phone the book crooks oven roast them
heaven notion notes and notices define mind emotions
Anger grab the banger smoking until the double barrels broken
Brothers open chests stitched where they were wired fires lit
Retire rich to skip towns and take lavish expensive trips
Flying first class nachos with the dip don't set trip

Long fangs drip, viciouly vapourize venacular, steller
rep section 9 and basement dwellaz/
amaze, burn brighter then charles rays, flow for days
lone wolf from the pack i strayed/
delayed poems, strength of stones stacked like pyrimids
from way back, lay back prepare for death/
afterlife breathe the first breath, tests are trife, onyx knifes,
flint shards lodge in vocal chords/
weapons of warriors, carnivores devour those who cower,
learned the hardest of lessons/
dead flowers, walk with cursed blessins, focal point stressin
bends beams of bronze, for light reflection/
corrupt political elections, rhymes show imperfection
discovered by landmine detection/
steady steps for loss of limb prevention, may i make a corretion
ill blow up the whole convention/

Drop your dome its raining microphones
Blow through the smoke like a grim reaper/
Gross telekinetic armed medic genetic taken out the pathetic
Lethargic when I fart a clip of words a 16 couldn’t fit/
Grip the nozzle I rock darts cometh at the world
Wit hollows my talons be razor sharp claws grasping at straws/
Rip e’m raw rip e’m apart like I do women and they’re bras
Get cha paws off my darts you can’t bite me like Mase did LL/
My sparks be shocks to anyone who throws shots
Stocking your brain wit fluff is shit that’s running a muck/
Creating a problem for those that try n battle
Am I too much to handle shall I dumb it down a level/
I don’t need to reveal in any trouble why don’t cha stay humble
I never mumble lyrics I come wit darts, African spears, leaches and lears/
Like the Romans lend me your ears
I flip 26 letters of the alphabet like u haven’t see yet/
Come wit the bet etch a sketch pathologic
Rap in collages see me through any artist/
I am a target park it parallel eye brows get raised
Broke noses in front rows of any steel cage/
You’re a bird trapped I’m never def when I jam
I’m speaking mine while you still on talking points/
Ink your pens ya ghost write for ya
But cha can’t get past ya memorized lines/
I grasp at no straws I rip e’m so raw your asshole is
Bleeding like you just had a rectal exam/
Don’t try n scam the fans wit cha wack scams
I don’t need drama man I’m my own movement/
I need not to latch onto old school methods
Correction you cannot detect my connection/
Interesting moles get dugged up
And blown apart napoleon dynamite/
White n nerdy verbally your stupid wit
No recruitment so you cannot see the blueprint/

this is some shit i wrote almost 5 years ago when i was like 14

my mind is of its own, crack domes smoke bones and conquer zones
live alone i snatch the safe out the back and hear you moan
over beats provided, by the one experimental
tracks monumental, the drums alone knock the flesh off ya skeletal
born in central ct for those who know me
high degrees of tree smokers and bitches who blow me
its the modern day styles with miles of foul arts and darts
blow charts leave the worlds population with a new start
the cost of it all is that the wicked fall
down with force knock your source off the course in fourths
cybertronian shuttle craft who blasts
your cast in half leaving your mind state in the past
its tracks i set it off like alcohol when the ball drops
your heart stops fucking up my high like a dozen cops
samurai child wrecking beats like im foul
serving non believers, night's is my time to prowl

nice drop man, if you were 14 you a sharp muthafucka, nice dart homie

peace
ps thanks for link up for some beats

I punch you in the face like i was gonna punch a brick wall and you know that's gonna be soft!

Goad them hold cha flow hostage
you ain't got no posture/
rock the holster load cha cobra
my snakes be biting all types/
i write fights for TV emcees can't see me
i'll show them to CNN then i'll see they're end/
lethal injection wit the pen, key or dart
how you spark when you can't flood the park/
back flip off the wall kung pow oh wow
you don't got the skills i tao you loas/
map your chick out like she was my spouse
arose the flow hurrying me is not the way to be/
i'm a cold crush yo for free put cha under the dirt
my wet works be flooding the scene/
cramps don't champion out last you peons
I “Deion Sanders” you pajama Alabama/
ripping the ruckus i don't gotta go too hard on you unfocused suckers
i come wit snipers all types off of ciphers circle saw you hyper/
pied down you pied pipers unorthodox my polish stocks be worth a mop
how about cha sweep the floor wit cha cock/
you ain't got no skills i mange you until you will is broke
take a token get cha some clothes/
don't flow against me why you think I'm “The Hollowed Sheep”
i rent space in my enemies til they end i see ka pow!!!!/

cool verses

They used to hang us from gallows and trees
Our blood reddened the leaves
Strange fruit genocide brainwash
Know it's each other we shoot
Everything falls apart it starts from the roots
Foundation founders treated like out of towner's
remember the fire hoses, billy clubs clobbers , head pounders
C.I.A. black extinction agenda files
Willie Lynch doctrines, i don't believe in y'all spooks in the clouds
Police sicking dogs in the crowds, flesh bitten
Malcolm, Martin, John, and Bobby erased
Hate for race continues, endeavors end dudes
Praise our murders on the news, Fox tv Scrooge
The youth screwed, Fuck an obama, vote for my llama
Chaos on every corner, the devils skins black as well as pale
Earth is hell, never living well, die fighting for a cause they call unjust
Can't trust my own as well as other were not brothers
Motherfuckers , father killers, children stealer's

It's dome strangler flow hanging hang man dangling line wrangling
now you lettering flows thinking i'm a running sambo/
ham bone lame clam clone fam go home
your a drone like star wars attack of the clones/
you ain't got no skills i roam the land hammering nails in pails like Yale be graduating
I'm Hard up the wine vineyard now you skin cats wanting razor backs/
you don't got the tact to speak on that didn't you get the memo
so when i remember you'll be dismember like December /
cold like the winter leave you stuck like splinter
get cha volume, my malevolent be mean gasoline
crashing your team too much octane to handle nah mean/
It's the mega Ortega flow regulator so if you got the tether i got the heaters
defeat cha in scrabble when i scramble letters you get confused by the X's & O's/
checks the flows studied mine through the classrooms of KRS-ONE, Nas Esco & Wu
if you knew i can stick a dart like glue and ruin you/
never ever so retrieve your storage i come through
wit closed lines hang you blindly out side til the tape is rewinded/
oh wait cha not the nicest i guess I'll have to splice it in half
give you back the grass and smoke that ass cuz i am the lawnmower/
i'm vastly airing out cha baron straights leaving you destine to be trimmed
cut cha down on any land i'm a cannibal emcee ripping jaws like “Ripley's Believe It or Not”/

Visionary visuals i drop vitamin jewels, genocide generals subdued
Dues payed as blood pools made, wet em shampoo spades
Doctors, documentaries, and documents explained the raids
Days deserted like ghost towns, you quote clowns
Circus chambers get smoked , we broke out table pounds
Rhyme books littered with fables found, actions war bound
Store thoughts that tore towns, bridges fell, cars broke down
Round the bin , rich like the ladens, rap Alla din
Shacks turned to rubble when the dungeon master released the dragon
Badmen from badlands outlandish mantis style madmen
Hammer touch em chatting, blindfolded decapitating fag men
Born feet first, entice bitches in the weak church, my skeet birth
street leach burst from shots that hopscotch through shirts
worthless work y'all put in to retire like Dwight Good ens
shoo ken from what I'm cooking cremate you crook men

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Originally Posted by J.T.S.

Visionary visuals i drop vitamin jewels, genocide generals subdued
Dues payed as blood pools made, wet em shampoo spades
Doctors, documentaries, and documents explained the raids
Days deserted like ghost towns, you quote clowns
Circus chambers get smoked , we broke out table pounds
Rhyme books littered with fables found, actions war bound
Store thoughts that tore towns, bridges fell, cars broke down
Round the bin , rich like the ladens, rap Alla din
Shacks turned to rubble when the dungeon master released the dragon
Badmen from badlands outlandish mantis style madmen
Hammer touch em chatting, blindfolded decapitating fag men
Born feet first, entice bitches in the weak church, my skeet birth
street leach burst from shots that hopscotch through shirts
worthless work y'all put in to retire like Dwight Good ens
shoo ken from what I'm cooking cremate you crook men

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I dig the first few lines.
Build

fred flintstone parleys with mountains
spit bones against targets arrayed in tenths
shrouded in the mist of myths,
displays of strength in the midst of venomous spirits
visions of symphonies,
dizzying fleets of killa beez are regimented by beats
my flesh is represented by the streets, and my breath is the breeze
I can't rest in peace while my brothers are arrested bleeding
and as such, my sessions are sheeted
the pressure of lesser heathens contesting the connection of our best teachers
there were many lessons in "Ether",
not the least was employment of essential techniques
paranoid mentally, I leave my pencil to speak