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Present Day
Present Day isn't Such a Pleseant Thang!!
Ta walk in sum Shade, but Nowadays i'm Afraid
but like my Age Things Always Change
Cuz Cats is Insane and Stash them Slim Blades
Just ta Crack ya Wind Gauge, or BackStab ta Give Graves
Really miss those Gym Dayz when I'd Play Dodgeball
Nowadayz theres Odd-Balls Strapped with Bombs in Halls
Progression Processes Professions... Known Felon
Show Text Heads..that im Masterful(Master Full) of Lessons
My Eye Sight Decides My, Design for UltraViolet Lime-Light
Not knowin' no Sympathy, as i bring Orchestrated Beef like Symphony's
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Kill em Fast
kill em fast, aint nothing to fool with
im too swift ya soft like cool whip
bustin two clips ta make ya mom sayin "whos this"
leave ya with more then a bruised lip
so you best move dip before i attack wit
these soulja type tactics and get ya back whipped
I'm fast ta crack whips its a fact when my gat hits
ya head u'll do backflips all red in da casket
unlimited dank for phines funds limitless in the bank wit cream
and these pranksta teens know my keys schank em clean
puttin they bitch asses in a gangsta lean
unknown in the school halls cuz i was dumb slow
but i'd still run through ya'll till i learned guns blow
they'll make you fall and crews smalll hittin with the force of a Uhaul
persuasive like therapy thanks for takeing care of me
turns out there worst fear would be
a boy thats cursed with no cure for his disease
always smokin hella trees while commitin felony's
conflictions make the fellas bleed
specially when hella high on inphedamines
got me in the sky see'n better things
fillin prophecys like shells N... taco meat
prophets be telling me i'll own the game like prorperty
foes not stoppin me my concoctions puts holes in oddysey's
odd ta see aint no one else's technique toppin me
possibly im on the top and be unlockin feats.
'll bury you in a grave wit your computer
N leave ya spirtiual in pain spaded and nootered
you coun't phade it kid, if ya was a lazer shooter
im white N stickin like cum on there peweter
try N bite kid, leave ya hung by an intruder
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High as fuck keystyle
It's Disgustin' how Discussion gets Interupted with this Destruction
witness this Thug Kid, that's packin sum Punches ta get ya Done In with one hit
only out when the..wind is dense..so when i come round, homies proud of they..fingerprints..
my..Timbaland's..is a straight..hinderance..they talk shit but when i walk in, they..limbs is stiff
contradictions have been in constant conflicts of interest, competition got split with my tom tom n they thin vest
I slay the best my displayed breath is rage text if they don't behave correct
leave em insane till death, my name is what i engraved in they chest,
alright i know i'll always gain respect, not fame but I still got my brain waves set, for the same object
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A Man on Death Row
Lookin down my path witnessing only the mistakes i choosed
..wondering what was white n black in this race-ta-lose..
let me take you back and i'll replay my moves..
Started off Blinded by Light itself, because at age 12 i was raised in hell
makin sure they taste the blade that made em phade n swell, or re-arrange em' with the semi shellz.... they yelled..
it's sad ta say but my rage i displayed too well... now a new day.. i'm engraved in cellz
Cuz can't no man Age n Subtract Younger, Makin my own Prey Attack Otherz..
untill they needed BodyBagz for the Exact Number..so there was no need ta Pray for the Ransacked Motherz
no need ta Repent my Decisions, cuz nothing could eva make the Dead the Livin'
So i suppose all that is Said is my Visionz.. cuz my eyes only see Red..
Knowing now that my outcome is a Head ta Head Collision..
Coun't accept the Evil dreamz, Sick of waking up still hearing the people scream
Knowing now what Needz to Be, And that's my death cuz i made soulz leave early
This is thoughtz of a man on Death Row, the date is set, N yet i withstand my own struggle
D-day will come and i'll still roll humble..knowing its all lies so.. my Chest Froze n my soul crumbled...
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u the type to talk shit then fight with pairs/
my hype impares u to have righteous prayers/
soon i should say now, nobody cares about your whereabouts/
ur mind says no but ur face is wearin doubts/
u rap about guns when u only dealt with fistfights/
ur the perfect example of a MC i dislike/
feel my lyrcal blows come with swift might/
whys your face bleached and sconed/
all discolored from cheeks to bones/
tearing out your whole immune system/
cuz my lyrics bomb & consume wisdom/
i'll fuck up your whole strategy/
now i know theres sum place else u'd rather be/
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Little Hustla's at the age of fourteen, learnin not ta trust a warning
on da block sellin morphene, rocks in his sock for more green\/
The streets got older phines, that will shape and mold your teens
contemplate the colder schemes, with mistakes that sold their dreams
Greedy snakes are visable, attempts to see me break and explode\/
These streets replace your friends for foes,
Please see straight down those never ending roads\/
The old teamz on the scene deppressed,
cuz someone told the whores where ta be and dress
it's gettin harder for me to breathe respect,
i just wanna see success, and let all the secrets rest\/
Theres no way to profit from progress,
cuz even phrophets coun't stop the ways of projects
don't forget to display rage towards the opposite sex
this life is a maze so i pocket a promise\/
What good are all these thugs with techs
they up in the hood with guns ta flex
thinkin they minds is above the rest,
but when it's time they'd rather hug then wreck\/
I'll keep my sons in check is what i use to tell cops,
i avoided those cell blocks cuz i'd sell glocks
with ammunition ta get the other man missin for twelve blocks,
my mission to be at my peak before the shells drop\/
Gettin the cash on the street scene i coun't pass up,
I'd blast those weaklings i was past bad luck
Ya class got a beating if ya acted tough,
ya ass got mad stuck in the back of the trunk\/
Untill i got caught in and started chokin from intoxication,
visons of wooden coffins from the smokin glocks im facin
often i'd off mens tops for alot of payments,
my own moms im hatin for sendin me to this abombination\/
But like scriptures and pages i got caged in and arrested,
minimium wages coun't pay shit so i confessed it
all the ladies that be pregnant ya life is a blessin,
take it day by day with all the remembrance.....thats the message\/
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Spark da Spliff
I Spark the Spliff cuz It's gettin Hard Ta Wish and Maintain with these Garbage Shifts/
Numerous Days I wanna Call it Quits, and Purchase a A-K with Rounds and Clips/
CrimeWaves Altered my MindState, Times Change and i Realised i wanna Die Payed
I was Impatient and in a Blind Rage, My Nine said Why Wait I wanted ta Buy Planes
but to my Suprise i'd Invite Lames, The Kind that Hide in the NightShade/
I would Finally Find a Team, for this Carefully planned Robbery
then i got Clouded Dreams, full of Lies, Cheats and Dis-Honesty
While we Plot and Scheme, we Gotta learn ta Block our Greed
cuz even though we got Glocks wit Beams, we still may not Succeed
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What can I say - genius, why comment?! :D
Yeah, really, some lines - OUTSTANDING! Especially those last lines 'bout success. But the only thing that I missed were... The Names - I mean rhyme names - how they're called :) I think It would complete them 100% then ;) Nice really nice - good flow and imagery. Reality really frightens in your rhymes sometimes - it's the tallent. Keep It real! :D :D :D
Peace
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i must of been sleeping on your style, bcuz the last time i read something from u was from before the site went down, and the last few verses i read were really impressive, i forget that u are just a young buck, but i think u are way ahead of your age, my writing skills were no where near as precise when i was rhyming at a younger age, much props to you......
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honestly, you've posted some increadible shit from what I've read you have serious skills. but you are not as consistent as you could be. you go from some genius shit to average.
illness like this-
"The streets got older phines, that will shape and mold your teens
contemplate the colder schemes, with mistakes that sold their dreams\/
Greedy snakes are visable, attempts to see me break and explode
these streets replace your friends for foes, Please see straight down those never ending roads"
to average
"tearing out your whole immune system/
cuz my lyrics bomb & consume wisdom/
i'll fuck up your whole strategy/
now i know theres sum place else u'd rather be/"
I am only critical cause I know you are capable of better. I dont need to tell you that you are ill, you are often one of the sharpest swords on the forum. when you talk about glocks and nines it sounds less origional. if you are more consistent, your message will be carried out more powerfully. just my opinion. peace
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Alright gave rep ta all those that have given feed!!! much love
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dope rhymes!! like the style..very unique..most of ur rhymes were nice except u seemed to "drift" like andrem said...but overall its tight
peace
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Styles Ancient
Still my STyle's Ancient, Filled with Vile Hatred
watch as i ShapeShift to a Plantiff with Patience's
to a Patient thats Wait'n for Examination cuz he's Plain SicC
Tainted Franchise's can't Analyze-This, And-My-Spits..
Energize's Enterprizes as ya Enter-My-Domain
Flow Un-Contained, call me Ron-Dayne the Way i'm Runnin'-The-Game
castin Tundra's-n-Hurricane's, and Ton's of Furious Rain
Pure-Spits-Pierce'n-Terrain, Mirror'd-Image-Fierce-n-unable-ta-Restrain
leave ya Numb like I Pumped ya Vein's-with-Novacaine
I'm the Flyest-Miracle, makin it so no one Crys-at-ya-Burial
end ya Demise-"Very-Slow", I stay high like a "Ferris-Wheel"
I Will Kill all ya Daphodile's, Grab-da-Steel and Blast-Untill
your Ass-is-Seal'd in da Bodybag unda a Landfill
Give-Hope-With-Words Slit ya Wrists-for-Provok'n-Nerd
Hit-da-Spliff cuz WnD's SMOKIN-HERB'S!!!
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read ur last 2 poems, and i thought lyrically (especially) the first one was explosive, creatin insane imagery. well played!