Yo Ferm,max,skampoe All Holding It Down
And Jts Stay Bringing Fire........i'm Come Through With Something Torturous
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Yo Ferm,max,skampoe All Holding It Down
And Jts Stay Bringing Fire........i'm Come Through With Something Torturous
WERE YOU LISTENING TO LUPE FIASCO'S THE COOL WHEN U WROTE THIS IT HAS THE GO-GO GADGET STYLE 2 ITQuote:
Originally Posted by J.T.S.
Naw, i was actually listening to Sean Price's "Master P" mixtape!
Ayo...
I repel ghosts while you get diagnosed as the intermediate hostThat shit's ill Fam!!
Your wigs splitting while I’m spitting this 200th dart post
I suppose I better speak in infere codes for you to hear
Cos 5% of us can’t convey this cipher to ya ear
Your lax tracks are devils flax, your act is apparently slack
You'll dred when i hit ya on the head with my micolden golden axe
I'm the witty Glasgow rapper slapping councillors off of committees
Twinning cities while humming pretty little hip hop ditties
Tell Louise to get the cream cheese, I know that bitch tease
She's Maltese, she squeezes me til I can hardly fuckin breathe
Conquering seas to appease these niggaz standing at ease
Hell you’re so demented you invented huntington's disease
Tell the judge my hammer holding reasons "Burning Season.."
Feel the breeze as we contend, til i bring degrees in..
Leave with the leaves and i'm the new leader of ya team slim..
Chances are you'll run up on my car, to get blown out the perimeter..
win, or lose i'm star, super sinister, murderous microphone rap minister..
Benching a bunch of weight in the tri-states, for weed smoking listeners..
Kicking that hardness that'll deflate soccer balls..
Sock ya jaws with a sock full of pool balls..
I'm too raw, half the time, if i'm not spitting i'm cheffing..
And i'm not raekwon with linx, but for the flow i receive Cuban blessings..
good shit from the lion King ya know feeling it really alot of thought and time wen't in these i can tell. and if not..then even better :o
Show These Crabs, who Flow they Won't Advance to go
So Perhaps They'd Know, they should Turn Back Be-FORE
they get Broke Fast and No, i dont mean There Cash n Dough
Takes Obedience and Discipline, followed by Immediate Listenin'
if im not Being Specific Then, u need to be Reading It Again
have a Unique Style, Master the Technique with Each Vowel
Mastery will never be Complete, always more room for Mastering
Slap box iron ox
Flow swift like a fox/
Master style given the right moxy
Lock on you sight scoping target eloping/
Beat smoking MPC roasting
Now emcees are cloaking/
I’m a jungle doper
Cold handler/
Bars smuggler
Vowel juggler/
Microphone handler
Rhyme damager actual fact manager/
Rapid fire photo caption
Blast off when reactions/
Stacking lacking movements
I improve it like the glossy on Photoshop
Wit my notable drops we pop like corn/
Swift swarm coming clam match palms
Slice through ya bandwidth wit skills that stand swift/
Gifted drafting John McCain a hundred years mirror bashing
Floss your cash off when ya gums bleed ya get numb from trees/
Read cha users manual my raps be Samuel jacking you
This isn’t no pulp fiction incarnation coming at you/
This is hidden leaf village ill wit skills that pillage
Scrimmaging wit the innocent using the remnants/
As weapons divide cha teams into equal parts and sections
I shine wit hand crafted weapons leaving you depleted easily/
^improved like glossy on photoshop
cleanse perspectives like corrective lenses
super-human cyborg skillz like RoboCop
negatively affectin' the most recent emcee census
h ha, OTB - Live and Uncut
what up JTS, what up Sheepish Lord-
shit just maxing n rhyming i guess great minds think alikeQuote:
Originally Posted by OTB
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Originally Posted by White N Dangerous
Peace Wn'D where u been fam? Long time no hear from Thanx 4 blessing my thread!
Make rappers swallow the hollowhead slugs
My bullets the worst thing to hit feet since Lugz
Black bug with the buzz, holding the grudge tools
Snubbed dudes abandon rap, and join rock crews
Block lose rep points, getting knocked out shoes
beefs get de-fused, besides teeth punks got nothing to lose
Except respect, bitches, and ya short term riches
A SHORT VERSE NAH MEAN............Quote:
Originally Posted by J.T.S.
I chose the flows of Rakim, Nasir Jones & Erick Sermon
To give me that burn so I can learn to flow like them/
In the end I mimic them while develop my skill then
Spitting relentless wit endless delay so I can spray/
Egsnay of the flow yeah run yall lames outta the cage
And back to the stage so you see how wack you are/
Whether you backpack or rap attack you get tape smacked
Regurgitate my flow and you’ll know what a shark biter knows/
So when this lion is ripping you lassie’s a new asshole
Yall points of view will be significant as a small glass bowl/
I’m cruel and cold as hell is hot and terror face the fever
I rather become a believer than to sell my soul to you/
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Originally Posted by Fermi Paradox
Quote:
Originally Posted by J.T.S.
Cool flow fam...just a ill freestyle to Brooklyn Babies
I take off the No.1 cloth headband and bust off
Then I dust off your sciptures like a monestary moth
Your stuck in the war, getting saved by the red cross
Thread boss, Your geting chopped at like lacrosse
I toss haterz off the block and set up the rigs
With unbiased gilding of mics, I wet the driest lips
No slip-ups, I disrupt the negative force
Before I run yer ass off the racetrack concourse...
A Freestyle to "Watch Ur Mouf"
Drift through the beats
Like I’m Akira in Neo Tokyo/
Flowing dope cloudless
Hound founds round off ya nails/
Cut, claw through boroughs like sergeants and generals
We always looking for minerals like gold and silver/
Iller when we willing weaponry that don’t sing
Ringing bells excelling past your Sprints and Nextel’s/
I chime lines through sequential instrumentals
Taking out you replicas without all the melodrama/
I down trodden you weak rap rhymers without style
You still biting what cha not even writing/
Now I’m scraping with you sucker emcees
Got them Shazzam Bangles dinging wit bullets ricocheting/
Yall wonder twin punks I dunk balls higher than any tower
Crack ya liberty bell wit lighting bolts/
Striking a 1,000 jolts of ill voltage that needs
No government postage after roastage/
Closed casket Dubai pastor raster farther fatter
Now I’m rapping in more patterns that scattagories can category/
You know my story went from a tracheotomy to diabetic treatments
To lyrical theories inspired by the G-Host of all folks, you know I’m dope/
I chastise, and track glide with raps live
Coke rap connects die, once fury darts fly
Outrageous live living, styles got ladies grinning
Spider web spinning webs, to catch biters of renditions
Famous additions, i add on precision, precise vision
Spitting addiction convictions, convicts i vic and charge in prison
Respect my chemistry, waves in the scalp like the seas
Short verse crafter, analize the pen motion, and delivery
Lyrically a disease, or outbreak, when i bust the earth quakes
Vibrates, shakes, and breakes, i break em off great
Escape feasting on Cod in the Cape, enemies slayed
Styles give reasons of doubt, still i'm coming of age
Run for the gun
I sweep for my sword/
Cut cha cord quick, sleek and leave ya dripping
Now I’m dipping into bleak areas too hard to see/
Now I can read cha thoughts like Professor X & Jean Grae
My flow fish fillets emcees before they start to flutter and blaze/
Gaze into to my eyes realize you have been hypnotize
By the Multiplicity Man extra hands like doppelgangers/
Cram for the test address me as Techno Quest
I’m illest when I shape change face rearrange/
And eat cha brains out like zombies do ya dome pieces
Leaving this planet in more terror than a Robert Rodriquez flick/
So when I spit I speak reek ya team wit wishes fishing for dishes
Slice ya wig like gene therapy so if you haven’t heard of me/
Then you know of me by the website and the Walter Cronkite references
Efforts be gray matter scattergory told cha story/
Afforded me mention wit sentences ended relentless
Now I’m approaching the balcony of this hip hop shit/
Rip it so furious I leave y’all nervous when I verbalize
My thoughts that tend to paralyze as you try and exercise/
Those muscles when we scuffle I tusle and break another blood vessel
Archibald crush cold flush flows out the realm of the skills you know/
Grow your ass outta the concrete just like Ashanti’s last LP
My shit be swelter the hot streets when the heat beats/
I read the sunz of man first album on lyric sites
Rewrite cha mind like a typical hard drive/
And re live multiple lives wit distant minds
Once I grip the mic I begin to rip like rip/
Liking the flow fam..Quote:
Originally Posted by J.T.S.
i'll get that thread made up tomorrow bro cos im busy as a chinese factory worker the day..heres a quick verse for ya though chief..
I disect the dialect and inject a new spec
In effect, I select only niggaz that get wrecked
Uppin the rep, I project only mecha tech class
Getting hit full blast, shootin fast the tear gas
Kidnap yer family then post ya their limbs
Using the ransom to pay for 40 pairs of timbs
Then i make yer mom come with my infernal rap tongue
Dames hung from beams like I was born the rippers son
I got flows that don’t need reattribute’s
I deposit lines in ya mind replace e’m wit memories of nada/
I run through you crabs in the jungle
Whizzing on kids wit the bundle/
Tunnel through trouble
Watch me rumble/
Gumshoe flash foot blast ya boots
Mask moving schooling you dopes/
Rope chokes fools leave these Bloks
On the pole wit fighters divide by 8/
Greatly under appreciated now that I’ve made it
Game it controlling you suckers like Shao Kahn/
Drop bombs you and ya mans
You don’t got plans to run the crew/
I display views panoramic
Get cha rear view skewed/
Debunk ya darts wit
Hammers in ya heart/
After facts I mash graphs wit tactical retreats
Defeating the enemies wit the sun behind my back/
Ready aim fire scatter brain fragments all over the train
Here's a toast to the game, shit on my name get smoked in the rain
Cats ain't gangsters simple and plain, their sell-outs for fame
They ain't never held heaters or sold cocaine
You ain't bodied a roach, approach the coach exit the game
Can't go to the hood ya block is ashamed
Saying you bust gats, u cats can't even aim
Take off that gold chain, or get found slain
You and your dame, she got gang-banged
Type a chic my crew hit, and run train
Put ya'll frames in the grain, after i set em a flame
Your'e so worthless, nobody gave a fuck to find a person to blame
I know where these herbs hang, any none of em slanged
all these emcee's sounding the same, lyrically lame
Like Bigl(r.i.p.) i got the wild style that can't be tamed
And when i bang without wepons asians be like that style can't be crane
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Originally Posted by J.T.S.
Run wit cha little crew
Get a little blue/
But imagine I had to hold those and console
Those I slayed on various game consoles/
Upload cha player data and codes to various databases
Capturing status is like the purple heart as your badge of honor/
Catch some chronic pain you snake pliskin or solid snake
Take a tank of oil you might need for your joints/
Point out hits wit contact clips, shades and blinkers
I drink my juice trying boost my skills for the next status/
What do shortcuts do in the long run
I hold my gun next to my lung/
Ready to draw on baby paw
This ain’t another quick draw
This isn’y a another episode of bonanza and heehaw/
This is real trouble your in taking another mans life
Thinking your grand theft auto days are numbered/
Trying to be a runner soulless with a callus of shabbiness
Now you trying bet the final boss wit ill style so you can be named tog dog/
You get crowned king but shot in the end like JFK
What’s left to display but just another martyr like Che Guerra/
your about as thug as my left testicle sheepish...Quote:
Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
you seriously must have nothing to write about fam..go and incite wisdom rather than tiredness on the contemptables. :mexico:
well i was setting a scene man....haven't you heard of artistic expression....Quote:
Originally Posted by Fermi Paradox
Supreme mic fiend ultramagnetic beams hit teams, the boss raises my salary
Spank a child with my black belt for trying to challenge me
Silencers couldn't silence me from reacting violently
Murder em all from strong to weak, to brave to cowardly
Call me beast, cause i leave ya pees deceased in streets, from the brutal brutality
Pull ya wisdom, and fill her with this jurrasic jizzim, she caught an oral sex allergy
Wild for me bitches, snapping pictures, praising my scriptures
Get stripped, and hit be on my cock like i had crazy glue on my dick
Life's a pregnant bitch with P.m.s., i spit crack and sell it to DMX
Producers tracks catch beat-downs, critics get left in critical
Condition then remain imprisoned, for dissing my compositions
I'm a funky technician, crucified by Christians and still living
fuck ice, i only shine-when-my-mic-glow/
while the majority of yall r blind-to-the-light-though/
head is over obsessed with design-and-the-right-flow/
welcome to a trip inside the mind-of-a-psycho/
see, im an advocate of torture-and-pain/
i got that sadistic twisted jack kovarkian-game/
im way more than sorta-insane/
im more off the wall than jim morrisons-brain when he's snorting-cocaine/
these days, hella rappers r corny-and-lame/
and tomorrow i garentee it'll be more-of-the-same/
people get fortune-and-fame simply by sportin-a-chain/
i stay chillin with the horniest-dames/
like heres 3 bucks, go to the store and bring back a forty-and-change/
i get bent like a contortionists-frame/
if im not lifted, ima bout to get high like people boarding-a-plane/
and i really like recording-my-name/
yeah i have, but yours is parallel to the expressions of a gnat. well nice talking sheepish..tada for nowQuote:
Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
is that ur assQuote:
Originally Posted by Fermi Paradox
wot
My as was my ass the last time i looked at my ass...Quote:
Originally Posted by I GOT A CHAMBER
wot..........sits?Quote:
Originally Posted by I GOT A CHAMBER
I'll skip over the small talk and spit a freestyle....
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I'm the pneumatic dramatic apptly wrapped rapper
No matter how ya see me, I rap way smarter
Than any MC than ya ever seen before
Busting rhymes from my glasgow dome down to singapore
I'm so hardcore, Slamming niggaz faces to the floor
Ya won't want more of my deplor-able ador-able
Tomes suped with sonic boom powered microphones
Topping the ranks of any contest ya set up, Don't let up
I blast the jet up and watch it blow your whole set up
Makin the pledge to only drop the 'ledge when i bust these
Artistic rhymes that simply propel the mental lungies
Throwing oranges in the air, liquid swords slice em in half
These ninjas aint got a chance when they aint doing the math
No questions asked, Mind paraphrased, eyebrows raised
Enter the battle and get dismantled in so many godly ways
I left ya dazed for days before you raised the alarm
Try to snatch the sanscript from my palm, But still i stayed calm
Ya will never succeed in overshadowing me
I'm the planetary being whose lines will set you free
When i drop science, you lions, will reply in defiance
I control the mic appliance like a crazed scientist
No one be spittin this straight hitting versatile style
So I pile up niggaz and send em a 100 miles into exile....KAPOW!!
is the dilly yo with the bac end eo
THANKS FERM I'LL KEEP THAT MINDQuote:
Originally Posted by Fermi Paradox
I'll hit you once, pumpkins slumped from pistol pumps
Biscuit whiped cunt , flee strapped on a manhunt
Gladiators how many lumps you want?
In Lexus slumped, another chump chopped, and dumped
Luegar manuver mover, make victims eat manure
Crew of cops webbed, i mediate with the dead
Who wanna make the list like Craig?
On the block cock blocking kids from Jenny
Pussy hitting envy,
got me sneaking in cribs through chimmney's
Bend freaks like elastic, their friends recommend me
My props too numerous like ghetto thugs holding semi's
Potatoe cutting emcee's by the docs, drops water leaks
Your majesty is majestic with this magical, and tragical delivery
NICE VERSE JTSQuote:
Originally Posted by J.T.S.
Ultimo Gizmo Gitmo
My flow wrestles on the ground/
Breaking you down
To enzymes and nuclear peptides/
My one line stanzas be aptly titled like Cobra Commander
Examiner him or her furious when I bury this/
Round off ya dome like the coliseum
Before the top was blown/
Back to fractions before the
Arabic’s and Africans created mathematics/
Cancerous appeal shielded by lead paneling
Driven dead Eskimo check the flow/
Expose ya weakness by the bleakness
I retread my tires wit bird wire and fire-proof rubber/
Deep dug underneath the booth
Relive the future and go back to the past/
After the math we graphically substitute
Your angles wit fractional obtuse lettering
Roman numerals when ever we’re going plural/
Weaponry exposing frailties in your military application
Dwindling mental capacity by the fatal calamity
Our school system is broken and is a joke and/
Make the most of what cha learn from the block to the internet
Introspect to retrospect ever flow I rip wit a new dialect/
Connected through my roots booted through verbalizing rhymes
While you sucker emcees talk clubs and sodomizing/
Punk to wise fish bowl kiss my shit hole
My flow goes and changes wit the wind/
Leaving more beats spent than when you get drunk or bent
I end all my sentences wit skills past, present and future tense/
Hence every emcee to date should rinse their mouths out wit soap
And then smoke some dope and get blown while they hustle and flow/
Acting like you don’t know my lines be security against impurity
Fan the flames like what kind of shit broadcasters brings/
Not a bad verse either, what peeps fail to realize is you have your own style.Quote:
Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
thank JTS i guess i was just way too influenced by the beat writers and abstractness of what language could be used. or maybe it was too much odb back in the day anyways good look. let's keep buildingQuote:
Originally Posted by J.T.S.
When you inking joints you singing
I monster make highly debatable ate cha fables
Make you more cables than highly tighten stories/
Out for the glory shown dormates ache fake the breaks
Make the weights forceful when I Mack without computers/
Type in dialect rhyme highly set reputable when I crept
Settle when you dreamt etch a sketch fetch vocab once I hit the slab/
I ravipop like C-Rayz when you decide to battle me you’ll see gays
I recite my mantra like he taught the blizzard in MTV’s Made/
Get wit me kids I video tape you wigs and watch you take a swig
Thinking you grown to be making decisions given the undeceive wisdom/
Open your mind like surgery watch you purge so vehemently
Lyrical anorexia my flow is undetectable like a stealthy nature/
Norm then bate cha flow out weighs ya like sumo wrestler
I’m unorthodox wit flows that’s off the clocks when I rocks/
Knocking on blocks that silent coming wit words so violent
I’m not reliant on measures doubtful wit no pleasures/
...
I never hold back, my verbal attack is enticing
Slappin rap cats for inciting terrible writing,
Calibrate the sights, then aim my darts at yer heart
Wicked wisdom imparts from these Intellectual arts,
So I depart from my craft, calculating complex math
Yer caught in the flight path, quicker than the aftermath,
I contort thieves minds, Cartoon brainfreeze on dead leaves
Controlling man's mind with relative ease, so watch my steez
Uncanny relative mindsets, blacker than chess, ya king departs
Smolder the rest with chest darts when I improve on yer moves
unusual specification with unchartered perception
With no direction, I'm the immaculate conception
Born to be wild, when I spit, I get riled
I compile files that clog up the Nile, So buttplug yer piles
While all the time, your bein watched with a smile
So stop staring, Yer mops glaring, Yer heads shined up & daring
I upstep the intallect, So i'm sparing their brains the mauling
I'm hauling large amounts of weed for niggaz bongs to get chonged in
And dis nigga, hes a mofo, said he fucked my ho, yo
Poppa said she went low low, Lies fly out like flies attending a shit show
He was a no show when i started the blow the doors off his bus
Cos I bust off like busta bust but without the raspy cuss
Sweats' rollin off ma balls when they're getting played like a piano
Cos I get more call girls than the nigga christiano ronaldo
I craft lines onto graphed spines
in raptor times where dinosaurs lied/
rhyme wit flows that be prose
everytime a santza woes i crow/
cowl wit mics i never cry fowl
rowdy when yall get outta control and naughty/
spit wit hogg in the deck pimps
see when i'm setting to wreck/
often when i'm gliding through interstate highways
i'm fired up on the dro getting me low like Kaufman poems blow/
i grow like Mario and the srooms bugout and lost it
yall cats get acosted on flags you ain't supporting/
i'm narcisistic lyrically ambigious fiddling wit figures
so got damn curious i'm furious/
don't get nervious this ain't them same ol' rhymes
this step ya bars up time everytime we rhyme, you rhyme/
cipherology lyrical strategy imagine me wit the vapors g
i can't imagine where i'd be after a chick played me/
i'd prolly wild out on some nick cannon shit
grip the clip and take it to the range and go derrange/
now if that sounds strange wait til i come out and play
i'm half joker, half luthor lyrically skillful enough to slay you in two bars/
the coke song
no matter wot i do
i can't get shot of you
don't matter how hard i try
just can't say goodbye
you're always in my life
you cause me trouble and strife
i try and turn my back
but u come back - thats wack!
you come along when negative
and turn me positive
but then when you're gone
i'm left thinking this song
and sitting here with no fun
back to fuckin square one
its a sad story
to most of you quite boring
but some of you will relate
to this thing i love and hate
it helps me deal with probs i got
it makes them look like a dot
so what should i do
should i see it thru
or should i kick it in?
cos it really is a sin
like i'm gonna listen to you
i'll do wot i do
who knows where i'll end up
motherfuckin stray pup
clean up your damn act
aint that a fuckin fact
just cos i like that white
you haters can preach and damn well bite
its my problem i'm left depressed
at least i fuckin confessed
I break emcees out like a paddle
Play paddleball and you’ll be bouncing
Off the wall like an Adolph Hitler doll/
Maul you like a pack of lions
You ain’t no king, your weak looking nigga wit fake bling/
Ya flow doesn’t sing ya rhymes don’t ring
Ya lines don’t shine and mind doesn’t blind/
When you rewind the tape you don’t even bend in wit the mix straight
My mic is hotter than heat rocks being pitched by Ben Sheets/
You can’t even meet flow wit lyrical intangibles now you know
I’m an improbable mandible bucking you like a mechanical bull/
Straight Outta Cuse Town how you feel when I rock my crown
I got you lost like Orangemen after Carmello left/
I got you lost like an election after ballots were placed
You could even finish a foot race against the tortoise/
The slowest animal on earth facing the dumbest human alive
Even if you were a nerd you couldn’t debrief congress on UFO activity/
My raps are more relative than
Any emcee trying act like they have relativity/
Poetically I’m the “Michael Savage”
Of rap trying bring the confidence back/
You couldn’t be more naïve
Than pungent who come off redundant/
So don’t even dub it your lines are rubbish
I can magnetically plug it and erase your tape/
Give more versatility then rhymes coming out the nursery
How about you give me room to breath before I make you dry heave/
You best believe my bars are starlight blind you out of sight
And if you don’t gimme credit I’ll dead it faster than any battle in 8 Mile/
showing ya sum love!!
bumper sticker
I’m the isometric rhetorical bright white British oracle
Mass murder, back burner front page on the chronicle
Dunces’ hat like a conical, the definition of comical
Making hits from nothing new trying to make it sound historical
Never released from this constant circle, hurtful, still spinning
Counter clock wise, rolled eyes, burn ya hands on this gas ring
That I produce over my lips, shaped like a death kiss
Shrink my self, dead ya health through ya iris like a virus
Reappear, with more dead weight, bfg like I was on quake
Repaint ya whole house with burgundy red with mark spate
Neil Buccanan, stab you in the neck Crayola crayons
Literal art attack hit you so hard you’ll hit the floor Iran
Frozen neurons, jean darms, you daughter holding my right palm
Raise the alarm, bringing harm, 42 lines over my arms
Victim count, 8 diagonal lines like the bars from my cage
Bent outwards cos I didn’t get enough money for freak show stage