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This be tha Official Freebie, ain't no Mc's in my Vision's 3-D
not even if u Wished it With a Genie,
Get tha Shyt i Spit is a lil Bit more Intriguing..
don't even think ur on my Frequency
how Frequent' These, Weakling's Think, they can even Compete Wit' Me
shit ain't Easy as it Seems, leave ya Bleeding at the Seamz..
i wanna be a famous rapper
be on stage get laid get paid and get chased by cameras
i dont wanna be unknown
i wanna rap on stage and have my fam cheering in the front row
im gonna be reaching the sky
have girls screaming my name and get pussy easy as pie
i know i can rhyme nice
but motivation seems to slip my fingers everytime i'm in the lime light
i should make tracks but i only rap in the shower
and my motivation seems to only last for an hour
i wanna make enough money to buy new shoes
and make your heart skip a beat when i rhyme to you
i got that beautiful flow thats soon to be known
and ill give it my all whenever the oppurtunity shows
i dont know if its meant to be
but i do know i have it in me to be one of the best mc's
as you can see ima beat em on the beatQuote:
Originally Posted by White N Dangerous
before you meet defeat your people leaving from the scene
the heater intervenes i'm the reason you should flea
the reason that you're weak and your teeth are on the street
the reason you can't sleep and keep beeping the police
my lyrics on a beat make it seem like a dream..
and you're wack dog, i'll fight you in the backyard
my rhymes are so tight, your rhymes as loose as a grandma
eat shit, i'll take a poop in your sink
thinking you gonna win? you must be on halucinogens
you're a faggot in uniform
you're the type of dude to get a fucking tattoo of a unicorn
im so sick its obvious
im the type to stick a communist and give all his riches to starving kids
im a beast im a freaking monster
chilling in china town eating lobster with korean mobsters
im the type to motivate the po po to go away
i'll whip you and turn you into my slave that rolls my J's
i dont step in i barge in
shoot you in the heart, you're lifes on the tab like guitar strings
past the margin, im the darkskinned hitman
when i walk in bitches get low like quick sand
don't fuck with me or bitch you'll be dead
i'll cut your brain out with cutlary, so it'll Sink in your head
we be comin out the underground like a Locust Horde
fella i saw bitches in half who couldnt feel these Gears of War
never feared no whore and all yall suckas is hookers to me
u stay tryna sell a fella some fuckin STD's, heffa please
get erect from cheese, bust a nut when i count my loot
i stomp mothafuckas so dizzy they cant count my boots
one to the two hundred souljas ready to rock bitch
track our troop movements from bloody faces with foot prints
with foot prints.. u and your hoes knowing whats good
when i stomp you out and you taste the sole of my foot
it tastes like shit, from that shit that i stepped in
and it smells like shit like this city im repping
i come from amsterdam, and i got that weed blazing
smoking a j infront a police station
you'll hear the noise when the toys will bust
if we talking guns i got more toys than the toys are us
and this basterds smoking chron
when that hash is over dog i'll have more ash than pokemon
i'll beat frigging shit out of you im serious
you'll get bloodier than fucking a bitch on her period
most rappers fearing this
im sick of these wack lyricists we gotta show them what year it is
its the year 2 double o 9
fuck with loc ill cut your throat with a rusty old knife
sipping on that alchohol this niggas amazing
i dont wanna die young give me a liver replacement
i got that weed now smoke an ounce in a philly
i'll knock you freaks out till you peace out like a hippy
Actin' Frisky, Is a Tad Bit Risky, Don't Fuck With Me..
get ya Rib Meat, Sizzling...then Burnt ta Xtra Crispy
Don't Second Guess, just Expect tha Unexpected
Don't Suggest any Suggestion's, it's not Suggested..
don't byte my Rhymes cuz no matta the Size of ur Intestine u can't Digest It
my Dialect is not Like tha Rest, so don't even Try n Test..
cuz my Design is Ten Times tha normal Guy's Lines n Shyt
Besides my Word's Fly, n Swerve Like Iceberg's ..
untill ya Third Eye is Blind and thats only a matter of Tyme..
i got a hustla state of mind
spitting amazing rhymes that you mothafuckas wanna plagerize
pop another verse out the wrong hole
always on the grind tryna get that cash pronto
the herbals got me in another world
my sundays still free that means i need to get another girl
don't try to battle me, you niggas embarass me
its 2 against 1 i got a split personality
challenge you to a slap duel in a casual fashion
im an animal rapping in a samuel l jackson accent
crumble up the weed then break the bong out
sink into the couch the trees got my eyes zonked out
you and your homie like to touch men
i'll smash your heads together till ur siamese twins
Decide a Reason, ta Defy' the Meanest Guy in tha RegionQuote:
Originally Posted by Locust
Go the Whole 9 yards, make my Foe's Vocal's Cry Oh MY LORD..
Leave ya Torso Torn from my Sword's Gorgeous Form..
Corpses Pour red blood, when im kickin a session
Kickin' a session, online cypher text blessin'
I get the best of lesser men, no freshmen
I'm straight senior, my demeanor is mean
Jim Beam nicotine fiend, throwin' a clean guillotine
Seen a dream scene between weed steam
Lean a mean team, cheen on a weekdean
Freak clean, gleam a queen ta fiend dean
Slidin' ridin' rhymin's a gift, sifted gold
Untold lines like Whitney and Bobby with some free time
yo, I've come to wreck shop
leads hot so watch out when you hear the tek chop
your limbs bending like a b boy dance
now or never so you come weak, without a chance
rants and bitching all you spitting
wondering how I'm me, I'm also killing
mc's left to right, nobody over, everyone six feet
down in the dirt like a tabloids celebrity
but me, I never beat like mercy
and you know my lyrics hurt he
and know I go peace with body's bleeding
cause I know more haters teeth be seething
fella we aint easily beaten, no surrender no retreatin
my hoes lookin good but no dough, on they dome im pourin semen
fiendin for nothin but dead presidents, plus we leavin no evidence
the big faces in ya pocket bout to get a change of residence
im snatchin loot and smashin cute hoes down to dog bitches
you want wood im swingin a log, dick whippin flog bitches
crackheads in the park wit snitches fallin in ditches
trade you a shot for your riches, hit yo spot and put a cock in ya misses
got them madvillain cap pealing rhymes
tracks a million times iller than the next rap singer guy
i'm getting that skrilla that nigga that bitches like
I’m chilling with my cats smoking some grass killing time
actually puffing on a fat doobie cousin
clack clack the uzi bucking at wack cats who be fronting
bring a fat groupie to a wack movie i snuck in
to get to the sucking i didn't bring her in for nothing
i'm pretty much the best rapper i know
when i'm rapping it's half flem from the back of my throat
i'll knock your fuck ing teeth out with a hockey puck
break into the coffee shop and steal an ounce of that chronic stuff
fuck with me than i'll fuck you up
i'm strapped-up-to the brass-knuckles that-punch-you in the fucking gut
i sell that crack rock i'm a hust-l-a
you got no backbone that makes you a potential customer
id give a rib for a rib and an eye for an eye
a bitch is a bitch and you guys are alike
never giving a shit cause i'm high till i die
it’s a gift to be spitting these rhymes so fly
if i get in ur girls crib ima steal her passport
get her to try crack and make her my own crackwhore
I’d fuck your bitch only as the last resort
i'll fuck her in the front and the ass back and forth
the best rapper here i been practicing for years
if you happen to come near my friends your fam will dissapear
fuck getting caught that's what i learned from jail
for all i care all the fucking pigs can burn in hell
if you try to diss me or fuck with me I’ll spit on you
if you push me or punch me then trust me I’ll cripple you
I’ll cut off your legs and your arms you fucking fag
cut out your tongue and make you the harmless nugget man
Shift gonads my loners be bolders
Rolling on the ground frost bite times are towns/
Get cha mind write when I right I got left in the light
Lifted openly gifted next to colder solo folder polo juno kill you jacks/
Actual facts be drafts I caps back when I raps back I maps back
GPS see BS when you regress I see stress after you spit a mess/
I connect four check lore rip through rappers like a set of whores
Bored domino check the lama show when I coming through yo/
It’s a war, beef with peace each and every beast be hands symbolize
Raw footage snuff filmers jabber jaws radical paws be capitol claws/
Slangin mad ill rhymes, give em time to resinate in your mind
Then I scrape that shit and smoke it, cuz you dont deserve the dopeness
Dont provoke this, my ball-point will make your throat hiss
Your dismissed, so persist to the abyss
No chance to reminisce, your mind is full of cysts
Cranium raper, dissapearin in vapor
Killin emcees is no extracurricular favor
Call me the Engraver, cut rhymes into your head just to make sure that you savor
Tell your parents to sign the fuckin waiver
Even if, your advised not to step to this, cuz your ass will end up in the trunk
Your body is full of undigested spunk
Cuz your a faggot that eats dick
When we come around, y'all start runnin quick
Lyrical card tricks, inflict damage slow like a tick
I like my herbs rolled up in spliffs
You get thrown off the cliff, like an old school comic strip
But for your ass, it aint no fuckin round trip