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my bad
next word: cipher
u niggaz aint the news you the hiphop tabloids
actin' up like my agnoids, i snore thru your hardcore factoids
its a wrap boys when you rap boys
try and like us b-boys dont know how ta grow a stack boy
i crack mo shells then damn joes crab shack oi
slam wit punk rockers from saskatoon to saint croix
bet u never heard nothing like it
shittin' so much i bring adult diapers to the cipher
n/w: hour
Thanx bigben for respect/
now whose next to elect/
damn sure ain't republican/
and hopefully not flipfloppin Rodham/
I may be an impoverished caucasian/
but the best that we get is Obama/
pull us out right now f#ck the drama/
just peep McCain siding with retards/
lock him down in Iraq and make him relive what he saw/
another quagmire and see-saw/
and our government still hasn't recalled?/
shit ain't sweet WAR is sour/
f#ck BUSH that lying coward/
help our soldiers in need right this hour....
nw: megalomaniac
i get my powers from the rap gods
they bless my 16 bars
i owe my talent to dirty bastard, shady and ra
for what they put me on
the whole art form
if da mic wasnt in my hand it prolly be a gun
ill prolly be the one
in your bank vaults
unlock deposit box
cleanin' yo ass out
i chose the spoken word
over flippin' birds
at the risk of being lable another hiphop nerd
ay man im cool wit that
yo lemme hear your rap
bitch you a mike jones clone
gone some where wit dat
fucking sycophant
dont make me blow a amp
remind you who da champ
air out your whole camp
off idle chit chat
small words carry twice they weight like worker ants
your no jesus you jus a megalomaniac
n/w: ambition
You just dropped a dope verse, I mean for a juvenile
You ain't ain't goin' nowhere with that unproven style
Time to move it now, give ya flow some structure
Ya words ain't got no support, ya rhymes might rupture
Not tryin' to bust ya, just tellin' you how I look at it
When I read ya lines, I can't to follow that crooked shit
If you ain't cookin' kid, get tha fuck out the damn kitchen
Don't come back in unless you come back with ambition
next word: monitor
u say u got ur girl on a chain fufil her every desire/
give her threads & set her pussy on fire/
idiot boy dont know ur girl/
think ur da only 1 gettin a twirl/
she's takin turns on other boys/
like a kid wid do wid her toys/
u aint da only dat gets 2 tap dat ass/
everybody get a chance to ride ur womens monkey/
heard she blows like shes playin brass/
always on the go man ur girls a junkie/
ur on msn, she sez she's thinkin of ya/
thing iz ur boys wid her while u look threw da monitor/
next word: platinum
If, "Am I dope?" is the question, then the answer is "yes"
My flow spreads through these threads like a cancer in breast
It's like a dance with death when I be droppin' these verses
I say it out loud when I type and hope that it's perfect
Each word has a purpose, and every rhyme has a mission
Every time I post one, I try to make it consisent
They keep insistin' it's too skinny and I should fatten 'em
But I say what I feel, cause I ain't tryin' to go platinum
nw: performance
i strictly offend cowards
their nose wrinkles when i step out the shower
cuz i still be the shit
and i still eat a clip
of hollow points for breakfast
cuz im fiendin to spit fire in the cypher i'm reckless
when you see me injectin
you better clear the room
cuz i'm chasin my mushrooms with oranges
darts bustin baloons with my performances
n/w combustible
most hated till im belated, i got haters watching and waiting
taking surveillance, making plans to get me faded
but it aint gone happen, send your best killers
snipers, assassins, sleeper cell terrorist fractions
i get at'em most savage, crack'em wit aluminum bats
no need in using a gat, im more personal
hurt you with poison laced bayonets
avoid arrest, walk the streets wit a hidden arsenal
i chemically react exothermically wit oxygen
making me combustible
n/w: shadow box
I replied to the past thread, but Murkoutz finished before I typed my last text
I wanna cash my income tax check, but I haven't left the pad yet
Not sure how much time I have left, but now I know I don't have a lot
It's after 1:00, I gotta go, I'll be back later to shadow box
nw: metronome
my weapons known for reckin domes get ya whole sector blown niggas simply steppin sotnes tha mic bone collector homes rip ya spine out right in time wit tha metronome
nw:apocalypse
I'm not usually spiritual when I'm spittin' these lyricals
But I do believe that man is really God in the physical
I don't wanna make it biblical, I just wanna knowledge this
The Book of Revelations, Chapter 6, you should follow it
Pestilence, War, Famine, Death the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse
nw: Corporation
hip hop started in the streets, dj's provided the beats,
the power of speech created a 4th element,
devlopment lead to lots of cash, it changed from mcin to rap
lots of money but whos got the last laugh,
on behalf of the originals they couldnt resist the temptation,
but it lead to a lack of innovation,
but sales are down theres a realization
is this the end of hiphop ruled by a Corporation?
next word : grime
These days it's like everybody tryin' to say they hip hop
But take the money off the table, then they all flip flop
Until the shit stops with payola and brainwashed listeners
The true hip hop fans like us will always be the victims
As long as they keep mixin' with R&B and label it rappin'
And whatever happened with mc's with just a beat and a rhyme?
I'm talkin' old school back when they brought heat and the grime
nw: originality
That's just because of the money it brings/ and these dunce capped kids runnin the streets/ they don't hear the words they just feeling the beat/ but I stay on my grind and bout the CREAM/ love the Wu and all their originality
nw: hereditary