Bragging Writes

Let 'em know how dope you are. Don't destroy someone else, build ya self up. Check 'em out and then add on.

I bring the hot raps like a mummy with a fever
Yall might be atheist but I'm converting nonbelievers

I'll jooks toothless geezers and teething toddlers
who you think i'd be playing Cops and Robbers?

shockwaves 'cross the land richter scale burst into flames
nigga youre in the pool farting bubbles you ass scratching lame

righteous deeds are left for the seeds
i'm a new anarchist/slaughtering/derranged breed

I'm the type to bring game that'll make a lesbian switch lanes
She might be eating carpet in mornin, by night she givin me brain

^hahaha, nice (yo man you down for the tornament spot? It's been discussed in the Western Conference Finals thread)


back to the program.................

I be packing weight the way Hawaians pack in spam
Rolling with my dogs like I was the son of sam

I walk on a hot block so I keep my cool
I'm surrounded by crackheads so I keep my tool

^top middle of the second page, read like the last page in that thread, peace

My mental's got enzymes that make ten times sicka than a case of malt liquor
So in a firefight I'm quicker than a cheetah chasin dinner, so no matter the competition, I'm always the winner

unless i bless the battle, with selfish impressive gattles
even if jus popped some pellets ya chest'll rattle

Like knights i bear arms, with enough power to kill like fallen bombs
I let internet thugs lay in peace as fast as fallen pawns

I spit my worth and watch seeds grow from the earth
I might as well be marijuana I was dope from birth

...ok now spit this shit on the mic.

^I do pratice my breathe control and shit but I could use a beatsmith and some more pratice.lol, I'm my biggest critic so I can't just put some shit out lyrically if it ain't meetin a certain standard in my own mind. I freestyle on a regular, holla if you know anyone in need of ghostwriter. B)

All these fake mutha fuckers tryna act so hard
but when its on, they aint down with that
All i seem to here them say is i got a gat
so sad but true and thats a fact

Now, these kids by guns coz they think its tough
but what they need to know is that its weak n rough
They think they invincible untill they get shot by a slug
now the kids dead with his head oozing blood

Jus thought a would get involved in ya thread bruv.. peace

Carbon under pressure this shine is all mine
Droppin the wisdom, I'm devine by design

I ryme so hard my pen needs a diamond edge
I slam this shit like my hand was a sledge...hammer
drop in an uncut and raw manner
with words im the prince of darkness on the mic i be the King of Light

Compact like Pintos onna cross country cruise
I could turn tic-tac-toe into a rubix cube

yo

B-Hop folds when the wind blows in an instant
Its Hip Hop, you shatter like glass ina window, must be a PANEful existance

ohh sorry....

My words weigh heavy, dig deep, like used tampon for dikes
I burst n break levi's and seep like abused NO depressions at night

there we go homie

Put the bun in tha oven and let it cook
give it 10 little minites to rise on up
after thats done
eat that fucker right up

so sick ya spit me out wit out tastin
and so ill im forced to wear medic alert bracelets

ya think you got bragging rights?
betta think twice,
im the head honcho tonight,
eliminate a whole army of knights

watch concept eliminate nights with words so bright
smoke you herbs in fights
caught at a red light when jake the snake red my rights

tough cunt jake attempted to detain,
just about castrated the bitch but had to refrain,
inflict pain to the left sinde of his brain,
with a strike so forcefull it splattered like broken water mains

In Artic zones I'm known to melt the polar caps
It aint greenhouse holmes it the heat of my raps

i spit an icy barrage of nordic water vapour,
when wriiten, it's the hottest exothermic reaction recorded on paper.

I walk elevated streets, in my KangaROOS
Packin a 20 sack, dime bags in each shoe
Zipper on the side, you know how I ride
If I don't pack the erb, than its jimmy's for the late night

it wouldnt matta ur swagger staggers
punctured arterties with forced daggers
i clap ya after that, i smack ya
rhythm and blunts confiscated i still stunt
ingrates quit ya grunts
im poppin the trunk
who would of thunk that
my road to riches engraved with platnium plaques
a semi automatic with precise aim would bring me stacks
a flatlined mind could get a pulse from spittin tracks
a gold diggin nigga with shaky fingers
sensitive triggers
down south way too many wiggers
i figure pricey dinners with deadly sinners could make me a winner
hollow tips will make a slimmer
ya nights grimmer
call my lil' ox my trimmer

my mind coincides with a deadly apparatus
every piece and part of me of is highly potent status
semis sandwiched in the mattress
lit matches, nicorette patches

fuck a nicorette patch, I smoke bogies 'til my lungs give/
blunts big enough to kill the cells in your son's wig/
my gun's big, but never had a reason to pack it/
'til I was 12, now I'm infatuated with squeezin' the matic:mmmyah:

Even without a "Job", Defcee speaks prophecy
Last member of the Doors, many emcees wanna be knockin' me
Muhammad Ali, verbal assault, I box and weave
These cats treat rap like communal toilets, they drop and leave
Float like boats, there still ain't no dockin' D
Couldn't find sicker cats in leprosy colonies with STDs