net beef?
you got the rap skill of a child from sesame street
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net beef?
you got the rap skill of a child from sesame street
aight man, thanks for the lyrical treat,
didnt realise i had to reach that verbal feat.
big concepts rhymes make you kinda feel more
plus ive been chillin in extacy before it came in pill form
leavin ya whole crew still born
like they had a chance
abort the fetus and run from my nut avalanche
i choke flowers and plants
beat kids with more than rhymes cause i can
the drugs got a grip on me
so when im DEAD sober i kinda feel funny
smoke more green than the money
that ive spent
dont believe me 2-way my friends
but it all DEPENDS
on the dollas and cents
concept loves to correct a cat that makes no sense
like pennies
i got tonn loads of ryhmes by the plenties
100 years of raw aint got shit on a century when i bench press 200 mc's
cripple knees with a slap to the leggs to stunn yall fleas
im sick like serial killa biographies
hip-hop biology makes cats look smaller b
cause the god concept spits the truth real raw
me and you aint equal like eazy e and suge knight on a see-saw
Now that is too keen for my eyes.
the whole mutha fuckin masta plans gone wrong
i drop bombs....stomp strong like godzilla threw Hong Kong
so much game my fans shakin pom-poms
yall dont want none....like a haggard hooker hole
ya styles so bitch its equipped with a stripper pole
i gotta sicker flow my reps juss as good as gold
so give me respect or ya next in the sleeper hold
my hearts grown cold....so i laugh at all opponents
ya lifes in the grip of my fist, you dont even own it
i trapem like like rodents clampin on necks till they exploded
Concept tha gods hand picked to be the chosen
talk totin...cause my language is lethal
your compared to me is the perfect example of "all men arent created equal"
my sheeth holds a steeple steady throwin hexes when wrekkin
tie you up from my truck to a pole then drive the other direction
learn some fuckin lessons and quit fuckin testin
cause the God can only hand out so many blessins for confessions
bury the murder weapon....stomp on all snakes walkin bare foot
gave madoosa a hair cut, im harder than the victims she stared up
you scared duck?...huntin seasons juss around the corner
gettin wet in a sec stealin bodis from the coroner
embalming fluid soaked fingers, good for smokin horrors
half yall cats half steppin like injured skate boarders!!
as i scroll down the page, the words fly,
again "1 line rhyme", give it another try.
ur a bitch takin cum shots in the eye
that post was the upmost ..to fly for ya guy
hahaha.. for real niggaz stay droppin paragraghs...Quote:
Originally Posted by illstatiq.
pictures of average catz..resemble moppin after blast! (my lyrical blow)
Alright, simple measures, desperate MC's want paper
Clipped, you got it, front paper, mass amaze ya
ayo..AC Has to blaze up..classic like frazier..shootin 3's wit out da 8 n tha period..(.38)Quote:
Originally Posted by Scotty boy
niggaz iz late I aint hearin it..figures is great Im nearin it..wit mixCD's..HOT blarin shit..
askin for seconds seated at the last supper
you want beef chief imma eat a mutha fucka
rhyme ducka, dime dropper imma jewel this son of a chicken clucker
times up sucka im trife like ghetto bootleg at ruckas
slam dunk handsome my deadly backround anthem
kidnapped ya raps with the cheapest fuckin randsome
cheers like ted danson...you know i dont start no beef
cardiac arrest the weak thats wearin they heart on they sleeve
ya best beleive imma leave in peace at least
walk into the shadows as soon as the Beast release
10 fuckin clips ....ya styles over joker imma rape ya poker chips
take that switch out ya hips...tha gods a fuckin phsyco
i grab the mike touchin kids like Micheal
im hyped yo....my verses burn churches
and the feed back i need that to get my rhymes birthed"ed
Insert the well known, toungue spittin' held stones
Fling with the left bone, haunt with the hells tone
im taggin ya head stone
put the gat to ya head like a mutha fuckin cell fone
ayo the crowd screams and cameras be flashin
concept got madd style like London high fashion
grab the pen n start stabbin
as i enter the dragon
b-boys n girls make sexual transactions
im taxin....anyone that reads this script
takin that 2 minutes out ya lips to sink ya'll ships
you think you rip..???
maybe if u restin in peace
ill stranggle ya thoughts n beliefs wit ya bed sheets
haunt ya dreams with elementals as the demon speaks
tellin you ya weak and shouldnt speak
got it locked in hellz basement
awkward and adjacent to ya crews pacience
concept diggin graves in the pet cemetary cause yall fakin
mind rapin hell raizin on every page son...i do damage
always packin steele like imma magnet
hip-hop dragnet
furious n flagrent yall get sprayed like where my tag went
pissin on niggaz so emcees smellin my man sent
take a leave of absence.....cause concept spittin raw like the haulocaust
fuck tossin im drinkin all malatove....cocktails
mine as well im on fire like hell or when N.Y fell
open to opponents like harvard vs yale
squared off with a god and ready to impale
pure fuckin fire^^^^^^^^^