~~~The Nameless & Unnamable Thread~~~

... Swoosh-hook it's the gooks, punji sticks... collect heads... coooks...
Threaded skull-heads of my pets... you ignore me with your threats...
I trap you, my nets... lock you, beetle claws the knots... 10 sharper scratch upsets... deny me like some 4 year old kids... talk back to me... I diagnose you, it's terrets... you're pissed off in your beds... I thread your bones to my belts... bitch... flap your lip welts when I stung your swollen tongue, your mouth is full of shit that I stuff into your lungs... breath-work, brain canal... you're anal-mind and you loose to this kind of Lord... blast you... infernos, my firey word... switch-cut you & your bull-shit, slops... popped out, ripped-open your 3 stomachs... you and your demon-food... my vomit... I'm the baddest cause I fuck you up, these bad operations...force pins through your clavical, bend you into your coxygeal and break you while you're sucking your dick... incisions have you mix your blood-cum with your spit... and your shit comes out lookin'g like you do... your weak-heart is a dart board for voo doo... that's it...

Wax violent, blastin' off at the mouth
Wasn't my intent, off lashin' out about
My words, you nerd with no horde
Claim to swing swords, but realize
These eyes surprise guys twice my size
Wise men never resort to combat
That attacks facts, but know, I attack back
I react quick on some black out shit
So quit actin' belligerent, your temperment
Makes me predisposed, to think you posed
After bein' exposed, by hosed corrosion
Mental explosion, you've chosen
To re-open, and event in no hope an'
I'm closin' this, nosin', wild brown
You child now, mild in how
You chow, philosphi-cal
You malnursihed, I flurish and thive
Purist alive, meanin' I speak the truth
Out in the booth, before mouth meet tooth
Broken jaw, I stomp boots, no recruits
Awoken maw, I spew beast uncouth
Shoot, your threats like bets with no loot
Moot is the point you're presentin'
I'm well appointented representin'
All my smart, hearty henchmen
No benchmen roam around my home
Smash dome with chrome or lead pipes
Wesley Snipes dark, concealed in night
You petty type shark, get peeled on sight
Right, I bet he likes Pokemon and bongs
Gettin' too high to really drop bombs
You sky dive instead, do no harms
Your arms flail, parachute fails
Can't turn tails, your death entails
Entrails nailed, hard-top shale
Onlookers pale, you've mailed
Your surrender, your agenda
Of stories rendered, never endin'
Appear contendin' in word spendin'
Fendin' mendin', your just trivial
Silly Lil' No Named, you insane
No video game or comic book
No drug you took, no fake thug you shook
Could prepare you for my skill to cook
Ill thoughts often sought, never bought
My kitchen of wordplay, switchin' verb say
Play-ground of sounds, hounds and pounds
Fake egg-domed gnomes, faces buried in tomes
I still read, but believe, never decieved
By leaves with symbols, knowledge simple
You get a thimble drop, I make the ripples rock
Sea of life, I sit atop, prop-ella swell a wake
You in my path, my past, this last I make
Will class this crass, brass-balled mistake
Of snake, tryin' to sneak a snap
I still not dyin', you weak at rap

... bronze-iron alloy, metalic lung... whips it's tail-cord & the impact smacks you silliar... I correct you, your mirror is unfamiliar... you got stretch marks on your pussy, from all the fuckery... I repeat the firm dealings... to your squirrel-nut style that your squeeling... repeatedly fucking you up... up through the glass ceiling, cracking your glass jaw... domino effecting your glass frame... you're lame... just vegitating, looking your crimes up & using you in a sentence... like you ain't got no sense... and so you can't feel... stuff is fucking you... What's the commotion? The commotion is Yoga, ask Tantra... how my bed-sword is puttin'g you heads to rest... monkey-brain pudding... the collages of colossus... listen patients, you obviously forgot many lessons... like the one on melanin... Black blast you like my chakra... I repeat me... Paramahansa Yogananda, Satya Sai Baba, Vishnu, Krishna... blow your minds, wars of Gita... etc. ..

Oh shit! the flow. My god , the flow!:yes:

Fuckery all damn day
Luckily, you spit the same spray
I think I may, have heard this before
Lore, brandished with no accord
Smorgasbord of bore-dom
You some dumb, still suckin' thumb
One who repeats passages
Your rap tactics, like averages
The mean, the mode, your abode
Is like a mud-caked commode
Loaded with stupid, pretentions
You mentioned, all that many
Times again, you penny
I'm dimes my friend, spend a couple
Copulate corpulence, what sport you in?
It ain't lyrics, cuz hear this
I leave you delirious
Serious satellite radio, and I don't play yo
Stupid ass tough talk, balk you only throw chalk
Caulk your mouth, all that about breakin'
You mistaken. my glass jaw been tapped before
Smashed, but it ain't cashed and it ain't cracked
Still talk smack with no back
Act like an animal, cannibal bite your organs
Like Morgan you fucked your brother
Inbred fed on words from another
C'mon, you try to smother
Try to son on, you ain't my mother
Run for cover, I drop ignots of hot gold
Molten magma, like lava never cold
You're moldy rhymes, heard a thousand times
In this one thread, you fake hip-hop head
Thought you could drop science, instead
You get sopped and rinsed, dead
Peddle bike, trike, or whatever without wheels
Meddle with mic, get striked without deals
Look what crimes, you know none of mines
I've left kids blind, sprayed paint took sight
Just for crossin' me on a rough night
You think you bossin' me, or tossin' me
I been through Boston B, I ain't flossin' G's
I josslin' and juggalin' these jugalar javalins
I'm nozzlin' nose coned rockets, I travel in
My own mind for days, what skin you in
Doesn't matter, that's of a latter
Thought, you not God, enough
To talk rough, I call your bluff
Scuffed timbos on feet, meet concrete
Seeps into viens, infused with insane
Same hard grain, used in brain
Great disdain, for lame actin'
It's a fact when, you come around
Thinkin' you the biggest gun in town
You get shot down, by some clown
Willin' to go another round, pound for pound
Burial mounds erected in your honor
I'm on a whole new thing, so go on
Get your show on, bring the best
One dude feels you, what about the rest?

Fake ass diety wannabe. Prolly some college kid in a theology class that listens to wu-tang and spends all his free time thinking of a verse to destroy me. I can go for days, I just sit and type. You prolly failin' a class or some shit. Get a job, you fuckin' hippie.

... listen way beneath me when I walk... 1 reason it stranges you... and this is how I talk & that is how you type rhyme... rancid acid reflux, my reflex... I'm first... my beeswax, parallaxes 1 arc seconds, when I'm head reckin'g, stick scalpuls labotomy for you... redirect your javelin, joggle your head-boggle... just gaming you, you're my dice... and I shake you to the ricter... it's fucking you like sicks fucked you and then took yall's picture... I exposed you, that just goes to show you won't admit it... a dumby fits your fitted, and wears it... exacts your facial fluids when torching your melted wax... drop your chrome & pick-up your bones like jacks, when I remove your metal plate... Rob Steals, and leaves you with nothin'g but my style to run with... So what? So you lean back to me when I chop your heels... I'm pleasurable, my style... and it's also immeasurable... somethin'g you ain't never done with... it's fucking' up your intro... you cannot start, you're apart... stuck to shit the NZA do like a fart, Ha... lighter, blast gaseous, ingenious threader... force of nature bow to my sources extreme... run strings through your dorsal and move you till you're through... throwing you in two directions, ripped-gutting torso... I rewrap you, you're just a teaser... lil marrionnette swinging from this threaded hand... I run your head, cross-hairs... making you run in my circles, I spit... when I have things turn at you and squeeze... take that clip and keep it like Ebekeneezer... while your parts fall into the pit... your whole face hole... from the re-arrangers... fly your devil-heads, martian artistry... you think you know but you don't, so you come to me... the 64th chamber... Now Zodiac Allah, cosmic torch holder... older gods & the universe. .. head-burst mangles your zombie-vision, paper soldier...

2 good emcees going at it but i can't call a winner yet, we need more verses

... EXACTLY! The 9 suns of holiness, pack a strike like lightening... my rays of solar heat, zing! ... furocious heat, this mentality of supremacy... mental state 36's... whirl-winding, gripping head-knock, my knob... revolving wall, strategic architect of the thought world... I send you into the darkness, 14 shades of blackness... from knowledge, existence... you slobs, drag your slop... it's a greater day for the gods, Bambaataa... I rock you, stone dust... relax, I got you... this is wrapping it up, echo-threader... I repeat in my own mind I stand beneath me, warlock-wizardry... speak boing, ongoing fire... and and Andromeda etc. .. who is back smashing the replica... and a firm stance while I clamp, the clone-crush... not an improper amount of offense to you clones... yet it's the real, hold it... Cling-clang-clung, snatching bitches, Pits, Boxers & Shih Tzu's... Ruff gong, the bark of thorns... I torch another tree with a tangy honey, banging the interior-back out, splash... the atom-splitter, missing rib-cage... poof, magic bows to the All-Powerful, God... I do the knowledge, alien science... and the wisdom does it with me, angelic devotion... mind recital, mark of the covenent... ark decretal, thunk... and kerplunk, a chunk of ocean... the fountain flows of my Wu-Tang mountain.

Float & sting
Bob & weave
Rhyme encyclopedia
I'm taking back the media
Thread Head & Body

Come & go
Song & dance
Face the fucking music
I take it and I use it
Thread Head & Body

... Precisely, spat nasty at all the mimicry... my spit fucks your trickery, that bad ass habit... I tie the donkey to your head nod and stomp you with the elephant... rope you in a ring with the lion, eagle & bear... a really wild night, when I assume the animal planet... and hold you single handed, I get the grips... and bang your metal plate, powerful magnets... a whopping 93 million mile snipe, kills the bull-shit... I swear, flush the crud... psychology-product, the actual factory... fall for my delivery, the party hopper lands with a thud... who goes there? Oh, it is you... and you get gone when I run you head first into the sunset... repetitious head-wrap, Ninja walk... your style beeps you while it's creeping on you... and I repeat this for you to whom it may concern... you must study your self, you have lots to learn... De ja vu, I do you like I did me... I conquer you.

Who is this? Forgotten mist
Whisper of the past, agast at this ass
Attempting coup, Unnameless who?
You brainless fool, I ain't this dude
Who bows down, to no crown
Pound for pound, rhyme for rhyme
I astound this clown, time and time
Again, when will this dude learn?
He burns for this thread, alone writin' in bed
He yearns for dead, known he slight in head
Took punk months to jump, slump bump on a log
Book worm hook germ, you late wait, you out fog
You can see clearly now? Is the rain gone?
You can be cheery now, ya name's gone
Erased, disposed waste, no haste havin'
Blabbin', blubberin', bitch-moanin'
Gabbin', shudderin', pitch roamin'
Last weeks news, I switched moments
You lack main components, I'm the omen
Homin' missile locked to bissle, vac you suck
Blow the whistle it's official, fact you NUTS

Universe: 19.5

... perfectly, magnetic scattered puzzle... like this, I'm the striker... acupuncture needles... and I push your buttons, 36 points... doggy, muzzle... fist up your throat, a talking dumby... bang again, conical brain, missing medulla... I took it, position your egg-head... crack open yolk, I'm switching your attention; cursive spells... mental stencil, injecting lead pencil... carve your skull, the oblong ratio of unnamable techniques... poke you, sea erchin... banging your wavey face... go cutting you, class cadaver for my students... and notice the dumb-dumb is humpty dumpty... clank-horse table rock, bucking you... hit & run, crash-grill Mustang... punk, trailer-hitch attatchment... drug you, band wagon... I repeat, I repeat... I got you like you got dickslexia, slob acidic drool for mine... these expansive sciences, come combustion bubble... corrosive, dust... sprinkle you, carry, wipe you... dingle berry, jingle heavy mental chains at the gillotine of my complete mastery... I am adventure, have you not heard... I am the answer to your tilt inward smack together, shatter your interior mirror; Parabolic vanity... blast my six-shooter, a heavy metal rake to your face & shitstem... when I clense the yard for the Lords of Righteousness... blast you from the path, like when fakes get in the way and the cannon goes: Piss Off! ... tangled web, I use you as my weapon... and I have you tell your self stuff to say to me... I am typing you... and my shadow is your nemisis... obsorb it, my spit-synthesis.

I Dont Have A Name I Thought I Had A Name... The Realest The Quickest... Pre...- Words.. My Last Name... I Am A Rat.. Im Not A Rat... A Black L.a. Hat.. To The Side Sideways.. To See I Took It Off... I Have A Line Up... Right Now I Have A Taper.. It Is That Is What I Called.. It.. It Started.. A Regular Line Up .. A Fro.. A Flow.. I Got A Haircut... A One.. A One All Around.. A Four.. A Four On The Top.. Once Its Done.. I Let A Week In.. A Week In... I Still Got A Fade.. Ingrown Hairs... No Test.. For .. A Machine.. A Con Air Machine.. This Side Burn.. Is Clean... Lets Go To The Next.. Shaving.. Sensitive.. Skin.... I Cant Finish.... What I Have To Leave... Now Its Okay... I Cant Explain... It Is Starting To Grow... I Will Have To Get Back At U All... I Have To Go.... I Dont Stay In L.a. ... In L.a No More... Im Im Always.. From.. L.a.. Its Already.. In Me Naturally.. In Me.. Where Ever I Go... U Know.. That Fool... That Fool Is From L.a. .. Starting Starting All Over Again.. Im Not Spoiled.. I Have To Work ...to Work.. For My Own.. I Havent Written In 2 Days.. I Have 2 Reload... I Will Come Back Home... Come Back Home.. See U In Two.. See U Next Time... I Come In.. Im In... Permission.. A Mission... My Love.. More Deeper Than Bud.. My Love .. Girls .. Women.. Women... Too Much... Women... Nothing Could Take It.. Women.. I Love Women.. I Love Women... Girls... GIRLS.. I SETTING THEIR PROFILES.. PRIVATE...

Universe 2.5

Emmediately, I repeat like Me... Oh no? Yes doc, the doctrine... Thread-line, you follow me? Oh yes, document of maps... I build a labyrinth... go, coming to at my smelling salts... for the monthly festival, 14:14 ceremonial crescent... the scent of sweet-potatoe flesh... gas-mask of the gardener, my killer insects immune to the insectide... PAINKILLER! Collide... Clash, tag team, crumpled hand... Fisting, I slam and slap 5 palmistry... When I spray walls, powdery snowboard like 2 Cent... 360 arial-tripple tucker, go chearleaders... I'm digging you Ladybugs, my Butterflies & Doodlebugs... Telling them: Voice of my Sun... Very narrator, bank teller, fortune remain... Slang mixture, it's a mixture of granite, sand-stone and alabaster... a building with no known builder... it's built, collision... landing rhombic-dodecahedrons, wedge catapult... buzzing earths' hexagonal pit, 3/4ths coverage for my godseed... plethora, arora erola, etc. .. kin-folk biological terrain... metamorphisis, my sun-rays... your photosynthesis... brain treadmill, my, I engineer another mouth... Robotic attatchments, because I love to rig... 64 psychological-physical, position permeator... Tricks bow to the knowledgist, contortion... fiitted hat with the earflaps... red, black & green toobsocks, banging the sockets... trunk-tree sap... Nieth, spidery fire... starry web, stay my pyrimidion I wage pantheon... sway wine-body, mellow, mellow... dancing backwards, meow... Pouncing blow... The blow-dart ritual, chess with the coordinator... Countess, war-gown clad mysterious... bellow like John the Revelator, anounce Me... let science drop from the precipice, blue cliff... pungent aroma, scented blade... cut you slow, chair 2... more beeswax, remarks... I change tracks, rhythmic texture... like a pussywillow... and all you haters can count on it, I... 8 you... What does 'I... 8 you' mean? It means I build & destroy you like food... I'm in the moods, tactic aptitude.
I make you rock you... Today. 1 for the Lord and 4 for the Lords' way...

Let me try your style...

Non-sensical...shitty dispensible....fuckery....something something about numbers.....a bunch of shit nobody cares about......i do smart shit....yeah, shapes land and shit.....i like bugs....i can't write.....butterfly magical tree....expanded wonder frog.....66-99....mixture...fixture mixture....riddle me this, riddle me that?....riddle my piddle...fiddle diddle doo....crocodile smile i like poo

Universe: 7.5

... GODLY!!!!!!! ... theology in accord with me, at exactness... as I do it, Tao of Pooh... fastest blade I grow, mow... I shepard you, Te of Piglet... and so, going into the pit of hypnotism... diet of the live-wire, eat to give life to the sleeping souls... age of mysticism is obsorbed in my transcendance, bust this... I dance for the righteous, sling blades cast off boomerang tommahawk... dotted lines have my insignia when I sign with Dizzy Guillotines, the DZA... Divine Wu-Kin, remedy glass-flask of purity... flow dignity... Head bash, party crasher... I part your tricknology, go Click Buckaroo... Krshna the cowboy, my echo plays the flute... pyramid of the indian, 2012... I'm Santa, guidance to the elves... cut another chunk, thump of spunk... range rover type, what I offer you has no range... in exchange for your devil dream, it is my proxy who address you... Holy Ghost of the Great God sees you in your seizure, clamp of identity... waste all illusion, my audience... it holds you in suspence until you face mind-intensify, I thirst quench and I work you up an appitite... your petite faith can only maximize within a divine-like mind... I repeat like mine, repeatedly for you to follow me... as I drag you... and, look... I drag you for the good, for good... my rook slid, find you... and I hid you for the revelation, because you did not know you... and so you needed me, I accept the truth for you... and this mesmirizes you and so your ego drowns you in malarchy pilgrim, you were wandering... lost... and I found you, I have you now... because what belongs to God, belongs to me... I make you face me... I Am the Owner, 5 in 100 speak for me and, united, speak to me... vocal-mural, another 2-Cent... Samurai 7, listen you... I am Inter-link Tetrahedron, a Tetragramaton... The Peaceable, clash for the Clan... repetitious Wu biology, the knologist is me... and I know your vision faces my word, I replace the 3rd with the 1st... burst of joy, the guessing game... enter the club, I'll have a pub and a chaser... I'm the organizer of pungeant flowers for beauty, duty of powers... I study the fittings and my shape is magnificent, I'm the jeweled hawk... I provide the jewel hawk, my staff... I have a mind that cannot be mocked... and now it's your mind, I told your cornia, no balogna... bitches measure dicks & drink the cum of killers, worlds are carved by my words... an ordeal of havoc for nothing, banging and clanging... the proxy quotes me: " I repeat ad infinitum, run quantum verbatim... in time but not of time, NZA claims eternity is my item"... the poxy resumes its own speach, for the origin... Lord of stuff... like the phi portion, sworn... I took the ass to class again, I turn the honey side-ways... tilt upward, spin forward & tip over... commotion... What's the commotion? The commotion is raucus, boat rocker... rightside starboard, rearward towards the stern... leftside larboard, forward towards the bow... clap for you, my hyroglyphic paddle... wave of cosmos, my style-alchemy... this, which I endow... the witchdoctor of winds, blow my stoggy dart smoke... swirl mechanics computer head-bang you til you're bionic, I rock you; AC/DC... my acidic battery waste, I'm going magnetic generator, and now it's alternator... because it's more effecient, how I use it better... jabber-jaw, 8-woven wire... I sire you with my sword whisper...