One line rhyme-bringin it back!!

Let's compare our rhymes in weight instead of height//
Mine is phat yours ratha win the boulemic olympics//

no one could be iller but i guess THE one is,
when i spit rhymes with enough proof to make hip hop drunkies quit/

Call your bluff like a phone, I'm accident prone, get off my throne
Smack you in the face holmes, only thing on your mind is your own nose bone

bleedin profussly on my sacrafical crystals.
squeeze the marrow out of your bone grissal

You kids is duckin missles and firing back with water pistols
I stay on point like a thistle, take swipes that break ya connective tissue

I'm so phat I ain't got to duck to avoid lyrical missiles let alone missles//
U prolly that cat that whistles his raps cuz ya rhymes is just miserable//

...Pitifull Like A Poodle Going Against A Pitbull All That'll Be Left Of You Is Blood Residue

You out past curfew, I'll put this shit on lock like Escobar orderin hits on cops
I dont stop like torrential rain you're up to your necks but can't taste the pain

im cappadonna and you '95 destroy
that was more then a one line rhyme signed the black boy

4 post hip-hop crusader? You outta place like Christensen playin Vader

Instead of getting puss, you home masturbating
I don't need a sword for your neck lacerating

...Saten With The Techniques Of Pat Bateman...
Murders And Executions Is What I Think Of When Procrastinating

leading the league feature flow fataigue
open season indeed tropic thunder world wide plot to plunder/

Awaken Me From My Slumber...
You Might Think I Roll With Bart Simpson Cos All You Hear After I Rhyme Is "ICURUMBA"

You come equipped with cartoon figures in ya dark cellar written rhymes//
U tryna win the kid awards, but my lyrical swords cut the vocal cords, like
Ashlee Simpson accapella u outta time//

Whats Up Illa I Know You Ain't No Killa...
You The Guy On The Left Of The Liquid Swords Cover Getting Cut By The GZA

When He Executes Rivals and Suckers, he puts you in the Rucker
Bury you in concrete, ungrateful motherfucker

All that kind stuff it seems ya rhymes betta suit on a love theme//
I know you wanted to be on that cover gettin' smothered but please don't bring ya dreams over//

hidden lucky is the four leaf clover, ridin a lawn mower ova ya..

Nestled in between fact and fantasy, Who never understanded real life
on life's terms contribute to God'z reality???

!One Love

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Originally Posted by Shizzah

When He Executes Rivals and Suckers, he puts you in the Rucker
Bury you in concrete, ungrateful motherfucker

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so i fucked her durin friday rush hour then stuck up chris tucker
and you know this man it aint no diss fam just a cut to ya upper
fuck a christmas carol for christ sake my shit last like supper

That cat wore his rhymes up like Tupper, crashed like the front bumper
The pen melts when it's held, like cocaine, I'm a face pumper

break down you degrade cha bones
so bad CSI couldn't figure who did it/

I kept runnin through shit like Clinton Portis
Now Dr House can't figure out your rigor mortis

I be doing emcees like Freddy Kruger
always on your mind like a nightmare before christmas/

Sheepish, you're duoing with OTB... I'm going with J.T.S. I think you and OTB would go well together pitching darts, and he told me you asked him. So do your thing bro.

Oh here's my line:

Weak ass rappers that's softer than silk, watch the rhymes I build
I call y'all deceased cows, cuz you outta lyrical milk

get ghosted up in the spiritual silk
crowned king around dreams
life posted up in the walls of the imperial built

Eight hundred soldiers, standing behind the boulders
I only have an eagle over my shoulders, the title holder
As I take a step forward, they take a few steps back
I run y'all over like a lawn mower, make y'all photo albums black like Hova.

get ya wip wit a pistola
rip ya arm from hip to ya shoulda

I don't waste lines, fuck it, I don't waste letters
I'm tougher than Reverend run leather, end your career like Mayweather

call me god from the sun i shoot rays ima day setter
play weather i run the world in cool shades rain ima spray better

I'm a graffiti artist, I spray your head all over the wall
Call me the hardest, like Ron Artest, I own every brawl

like the government i own every call
blacked suted running it ur prownd to every fall

Lay down the ball, like Mike Vick, I shine like a Breitling
My inditement is the weapon I fight with

strick hype in i stick 2 pits to fight right
lay balls like vick in jail his ass aint tight
food to make ya orgens explod like dynomite

I catch fire like Holocaust and catch faults like Jerry Rice, and
Stars die like wet mice, they ain't no Barbra Streisand

A bad note but no singin with slashed throats, pile of dead goats
Bush prayin to azreal for stolen votes, stolen hopes, n' inflated C notes

Like slaves enjoying their last seconds of freedom on boats
Their past is hoax, their future is soaked, like a wool raincoat

The tears from the cape of no hope, hooked like contracts to interscope
Elope to lush vacation spots in ya dreams, ya wake up to piercin screams