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so what u playin at these mothafuckas is sprayin at a fuckin snitch
keep yo mouth closed or you might choke on a big metal dick
swallow this, hollow tips gonna rip thru ya fuckin throat
when we beat ya we like PETA, fuckin up your fur coat
get your world soaked in blood drownin in the black rain
u done provoked a flood of lead, open ya head and snatch ya brain
cant complain when u was sayin names, playin games like u the bossman
shots slam into ya leavin ya leakin sauce then yo body get tossed man
minds burnin with the rhyme tournaments gonna tell you now I'm permenant
my lines earnin it I am hungry well you can call me the direst sarge
with crimes you heard of me I'm verbally charges not deserving I'm learnin to barge
on sucka emcee that would have the nerve to extract a word to attack
I burn herbs whos infact gulity of the verse that adapts for dissing my crew and name
have em kissing my shoes in shame I'm now listing the fools who came
in for my girl there after her til the massacre the chapter stirs even darker than most
J.T.S. harder than most I don't care about impressing sum one who desn't know me
this goes double who wasn't flowing for this hip-hop game my love is growing
so you got a problem then shots can solve em but cock up all em my vest relfection
has less defection so shoot me in the head don't miss directions wit blessed protection
my breath is infectin to live on forever for the better i severe n' kill you wit a pop can
can you feel the shot man when the cops ride I see em slide but I blast em high
and when I ride I'm a massive, mass murdering, master-mind
I'm spyin' on my peeps like Nixon, over bricks'an
Shit that iso-suberbs consider fiction, listen
My buisness is a monopoly, poppin thee competitors
Raid'in kitchens, cuttin guts like spade'in kittens
Blades in wisdoms, try to stay civil tho, yaw niggas know
Settin up wind blocks, incase my figures blow
Send shots in general directions, check sinical reflections
Pull out on a mid west texan, local coroners get checks then
I walk through spectators, holdin smoke'in guns
Bold veins on my hands, coke stains on my pants
I'm done, wit these interim cop, body gaurd, bouncers
Four's watchin' them, the george washinton counters
I'm holdin down my paper like rings in notepads
My stack's like bamboo, how they green an' grow fast
Shower singers....bloody pipes,
Runnin red streams in the sewers...
Now they widow wanna fuck me right,
Cuz i got that cream an i screwed her....
This the freshest of the newer,
Hyper than superbowl viewers,
Drench'in ice, gold colored in miller coolers
Yo, doc measured my dick wit two rulers,
Now my shits in the ginuess, record break pen hits
Pheen for fitness on the mic,
Longevity in prime status like...
Garnett the big ticket, not far fetched son the shits wicked
Bars get, rep like street fights, get off my meat bitch
Death by the weekend, to weak synthetic blends....
slashin throats on u savage-folks this nigga got tha anti-dote/
my camp'll-"blow holes" like moby dick u know-me-pricks/
tha kinda dunny thatll leave u in sum frozen-shit/
rollin-wit-tha-coldest-cliques-i-"bomb"-on-sum-explosive-tip/
throw ya body out tha ride just 2 see if u can "ghost tha whip"/
my flows-is-sick im tha closest 2 a human virus/
roamin-wit-goons-4-diamonds all my dukes is hungry god/
fuck-a-fraud my gats is "looney tunes" bugs an daffy b/
crunch-a-rapper-these-cats-im-snuffin-faster- see/
act-ually i snap-ya vert-a-brae-exactly/
semitrical wit ya testicals when im clappin heat/
Aye yo,
My expertise exceeds light speed, think were a match see if u can light me
That's un-likely, i strike deep, slip into ya subliminal..
Drunken off that Guiness flow, J.T.S. is super-lyrical..
Like the late P-U-N, ladies n' gents i bring Capital punishment..
Stabbing ya lungs as i'm lunging in..
Blindin' em my flows cryptonite gems..
Crack-heads wit the stem, i cook it up 4 em..
Chances of ya advancement to win is crazy slim..
In these days n times, vocals of mine, are land-mines..
Plus the lands mine, too ill to be signed..
So i'm un-signed, shells droppin' as i'm poppin' off caliber lines..
Competition rhymes versus mine, i call em bacon..
Cause all of em swine..
Sellin' that snows a white-collar crime..
Who's next in line, to get deaded over the dollar sign..
I rise n' shine, back on the beat like one-time..
Punchin-in time, crafting these punch-lines..
Captain of the crunch-time..
Hip-hop serial killer, wit a dangerous mind..
my techinique is trife i effortlessly strike/
my methods-get-me-hype feelin screwed off tha piffington/
move-quickly-rippin-them ass holes a new one/
da-boom-gun put u under ground when it shoot dun/
consume-rum pissy -drunk grippin tha-pump/
4-fifth-getchu slump my niggas cards all trump/
2-my-pars-yall-punks but i aint trippind dog/
slit-a-neck-slow-tec-blow-hittin-smog/
Raps never basic, plus my rap-styles leave the place lit..
Never in good health son, these raps stay sick..
Reality face it, or fall victim to what cha fate is..
Every second of life's sacred, we gon make it..
Haters and their hatred, putting fake-ness in the matrix..
I say this proudly, the son shines even when it's cloudly..
Ladies crowd me, and cats act rowdy, so i jump in the Audi..
Come in peace, but if i knock ya out you'll wake up drowsy..
Rappers know-a-days rhyme lousy, can't see why ya'll purchase the lp's..
I'll rush ya, out-shine ya steez, fun-crusher plus like el-p..
My company flows attract various labels..
Thoughts are electric, on my kneck live-wire cabels..
Attack like a sable, ready and able to leave ya dis-abled..
Some spitters spit fables, they got the game tangled..
Ashame shows wack from every angle of my iris..
Better be ready to die kid, reducted like a minus..
Mechanical my mind is mesmorized as i memorize spits..
Burning ya brain cells like a drug addict..
Live raps are added, to the memory bank..
Killin' armies steadily rising in rank..
The shady saint wit the shank, fuck what ya'll think..
So many bodies in the basement, my house is starting to stink..
And i'm so stressed by the memories i'm starting to drink..
Missing link to the hip-hop chain, rocking like Kurt Cobaine..
That means i'm a dead living hip-hop head..
Don't even have a deal, and i'm watched by the feds..
For a free-style i said on a radio station..
Mistaken for a threat, when u speak the truth what do u expect?
No respect, ya life ain't woth a check..
Rappers getting knocked-off, whos gonna die next?
Every cat wanna be the livest and re-inact actors..
You'll just get murdered faster than cattle in the slaughter-house..
Like permed hair, we gotta straighten it out..
ill timed/like producing beats in 3/4/75% of this board/don't know their purpose/maybe it's more/do they care/probably not/too high off substance/and rockin' spots/to understand Elohim/calls the shots/like the bossman/unloading glocks/to make bodies drop/octogon your plans/put a stop/to heartbeat/every woman and man/understand/the last days/are now/no time for excuses/blood up to the bridle/of horses/from worldwide/cuts and bruises/war since the beginning of time/fought spiritually/before hip hop/had it's beginning in rhyme...
stay grenadin faggots there's no escapin damage/
blazin-cannons scripturous blades im slashin/
picture-this-pain-an-havoc blood splatterin graphic/
guns-shatter-ya-back if u try 2 cheat death/
keep-tecs and tecs keep me wit re-spect/
wish-i-could-beast-less but niggas got me ragin god/
my mind gone sess got me in a blatant-fog/
hatin-dog gon get ya life takin raw/
never kids or bitches tho thats-forsaken-law/
hatin dogs aint takin at all so take ya paws off
get motherfuckas struck wit uppercuts thatll break yo jaw off
u guilty of bein Extra Quilty and claim u aint at all soft
call the cops, i smack u with a pool ball in a sock
make it rain all on yo block for tryna test this
u bear a deathwish and u swear u on the Thugz Mansion guestlist
but i got bad news all snitches get is a pit of fire
when i saw u in half, bitch i might rip your wire (haha)
get retired early, hung jury, get done surely cuz im crazy
unleashin some fury thats automatic get splattered for tryna play me
aint fucked up bout war wit u, no issue with lettin fo's hit u
have yo momma grievin, i comfort her with semen plus mo tissue
whatup bitch i gut a snitch, pull out a glock and dump on a bitch
u fuck wit this ill fuck yo bitch, pull out my cock and nut on her lips
u suckin on dicks on the low, mothafucka i shit on a ho
u swole with cum up in yo ass, i run up on u fast and kill u slow
Fabricated fabrications tracing traces of imposters
Lobby hobby started in 89, catching comp like lobsters
Before every emcee wanted to be a mobster
I was suited like Frank Sinatra, still a lyrical monster
On the train tranquilized influenced lines
Tucked in my shine, no more blindin a-likes
Robberies at night had me caged reading kites
Living life like it never mattered
Whole world shattered, brain battered by family matters
All my fam scattered across the globe
A warm heart was turned cold
Ol' earth growing old
Weaping cus' Christ can't save my soul
So much torment, my manners dormant
Enemies 4 life got me paying my life insurance
Wars went on for years
No tears, emotions were 99 bottles of beer
And home grown bones
Brain damaged, tricknowledge damaged my dome
Allah calling me home, i knelt before his throne
My head wrapped with a sword on my back
He sent me back to this hell
Broke hustling, not living well
Relationships failed
Like a kid kept back i flunked
Rifgteous once but niggas taunts
Got my hand on the pump ready to dump
And leave him slumped behind the wheel
But i chose to chill
His mouth got em killed in due time
Some scrambler shot em to death in his whip
Same cat bonning his wiz
Lab lavish fit for MTV cribs
Funny how things change
situations re-arranged
Gotta expand ya brain
i blacked out behind a dumpster woke up with no knowledge
my steps werent solid
i staggered with a peculiar type swagger
in my torso stuck a dagger
Revolver in the belt
thats the problem solver make ya face melt
sneakin with stealth through the back door of the club
i connected wit my homie said i got into wit a group of thugs
he told me he knew the location
and witout debatin i was strapped up no waitin
me and the crew hopped out the 'Lade (escalade)
Loaded up for the raid
but one homie stayed
take the money and get paid
cracked through the door
it swung still connected to the bottom hinge
i was on a drinkin binge breath stinkin like dirty minge
they cringed at the site of a gat
all the neighbors heard was BRRRRAAAAATTTTT and thats was that
we ran hopped in the car heard a RUM PUM PUM behind us
lil kids wit a flash light tryna blind us
its Pitch black and we were getting chased
they aint want our money they want our face erased
heat at the waist would make a bitches knees chafe
told Psylince to pick up the past
foreally i took out the nine milly
opened the window threw the philly and went to work
first cars tires got popped skid in the dirt
one hopped out the other car hit em' he's murked
they like cops followin they perp
made a turn at the church
to sharp like my rap darts
they car did a two wheely and went rollin
but 3 cars is still holdin our tale
but we aint frail and we tryna bale
Rayzur got the AK now the big guns was out
u know wat its about i heard the drivers give a shout
of warning they bout to go into mourning
streets is never boring allways someone scorning
they buy bitches wit money into whoring
Psylince cudnt really see
so i gave him the analysis
1 got hit by the AK fell out the car now stuck wit Paralysis
my malice hits my poweress spits my chalice bits (drinkin)
I'm a drunk monk aint like a punk
my niggas high on skunk and i got the pump
we stopped two cars left what do we got
out of gas ready for guns to pop we all loaded up
and said it was like wateva
at least we got the chance to go out togetha
i dropped the lovey act
thought of my grungy raps and knew that i could do that
we all hopped out then they hopped out
we sprayed out one bullet almost grazed my mouth
i panted frantic pancid and bucked
i was like what the fuck it hit now we stuck
they came over took us prisoners and tied us up
i was like wut? fuck this i want my cut
i punched one of em in his gut
one reached near his butt (where his gun was)
i blasted i must be trippin on acid
my homeboys followed suit now everythings placid
one crew dun sun du thats one down
but i found theres millions of these clowns in this town
lets get to work
Lyrical beatdown destroy the earth without the beat ..pounds
Vibrate the towns.. incoming opponents know beneath the ground
My sound get around like a hoe sleeps around
Rappers are found slain bound, and gagged in chains
You slaves will never master the game
For the wealth you'll find yourself smothered in flames
Pains of 3rd degree burns make em wish they learned
You get what cha' put out so be concerned
I make the blind see, and the def hear
When i speak the truth it's crystal clear
My ancestors fought wit rocks, and spears
The drum was round then, know i'm rockin' here
Making queens go back n' forth like a rockin' chair
Stacking these shares so my seeds have money to share
Jealous fellas stare at my lady, and their intensions
be lust-ful, but put one hand on her and watch my blood fuse
they might be amused, til' their bruised n knocked outta shoes
And i keep a arsenal fool, i'm never out of tools
Out of school, the teacher teaching classes
On how to bust rachets, in the hood it's havoc
I'm that Prodigy that carries a semi-automatic
Under the seat, car stereo blaring "illmatic'
Sptiing i'm ill at it, competition are real faggots
I'm charasmatic getting money like Magic
these niggas out spittin' don't have me flattered
U ain't thug cause ya arms tatted
We know u chatted wit pigs
Gave em info on where i live
That's why they raided the crib
But i was out in Flushing crushing herb wit ya kids
Swarming, warming up the coldest climates when the rhymes vent
Effects supernatural, actual facts, niggas in rap government informants
Rap stores i'm storming, bringing back the culture cult
Make cats catapault, outlined in chalk after i release volts
Electrical thoughts create electricity, complex complexity
Next degree degrades whoever raides my facility
Spiritually take em captive, bust caps backwards
black birds attracted to these track words
Weaves glued with glue to they scalps(word)
My nerves shaky, and heart is dart filled
Emcee's who step at will get barbeque grilled
The struggles no more but a cole-sore
Music stored in my cerebal
satanic, and evil hip-hop boll weevil
I know people high up that'll send you beyond the skies(what)
Want drama? Sign up n get line and cut like a line-up
Times-up the sand in the hour-glass is no more
So raw when all the verses crafted
In less than minutes, fabulous shots in ya rented
Insure that, cats racist get ran through like bases
My windows tinted fuck +Master P+!
My steez knows + no limit+
Timid niggas get canned, i'll melt a +ice cream man+
+Romeo+ must die another Katrina on land
aye yo,
the contraband contra con
Conducting counter attacks on cats wit fire-arms
Iron armed iron-man, silver surfing for the grands
Silver-rings glimmer, off the sun's reflection(blam)
Eminem eating Stan, cool as the fan
Earth-slam fanatic, inspector wit the murder gadget
Gutting faggots, Dr. savage living lavish
Stab hits got me established
Doing cab hits wit rauchets
Slap a nigga like tennis rackets slap tennis balls
Another menace mauled at the mall
Ya'll vulnerable vernim stay burning like hair perming
As i'm learning new ways to money earning
My rims turning on the lac, king witta strap
Drive-way drive-thru's bustin' a mac for cheese
Black burner clutching clutcher cripples ya league
Haters leave shot, buddy i bloody parking lots
The great scott guzzling pimp pummeling shrimp
Hands handle gatlings, keep the skull fractures cracking
Ya'll actors i act up wit the shank shankin' ya back ends
When I rhyme, I seldom spit at 300 words per minute
Such speeds cause head trauma and the damage is permanent
Like a perm and a tint, you gotta wait and let this set in
It won't cause Armageddon, but it'll crash ya plane like Otis Redding
I came to tell my brethren how to type and avoid writer's block
But nothin's comin' off tha top, fuck it, I guess I'ma stop
BLack Sun smashes Mainframes and lame brains
erupts pain from the insane these bars contain
Acid REIGN ninja finisha cut your gonads
While i drop Guns and bombs from Baghdad
you rap like sad fags that get mad over trivial fads
they cant keep up wit i snuff bitch
and i puff shit like im dumb rich
and when the click needs a soldier i dump clips
we roll as one bust are guns for fun
and leave niggas wit punctured lungs
aiyo i seen that bitch you wit i funked her once
stupid cunts get erased (erasid)
cuz u standin on trial for court cases
The Grave got ghosts and liches
And we bust snitches
the contraband contra con
Conducting counter attacks on cats wit fire-arms
Iron armed iron-man, silver surfing for the grands
Silver-rings glimmer, off the sun's reflection(blam)
Eminem eating Stan, cool as the fan
Earth-slam fanatic, inspector wit the murder gadget
Gutting faggots, Dr. savage living lavish
Stab hits got me established
Doing cab hits wit rauchets
Slap a nigga like tennis rackets slap tennis balls
Another menace mauled at the mall
Ya'll vulnerable vernim stay burning like hair perming
As i'm learning new ways to money earning
My rims turning on the lac, king witta strap
Drive-way drive-thru's bustin' a mac for cheese
Black burner clutching clutcher cripples ya league
Haters leave shot, buddy i bloody parking lots
The great scott guzzling pimp pummeling shrimp
Hands handle gatlings, keep the skull fractures cracking
Ya'll actors i act up wit the shank shankin' ya back ends
This is sum of the best rhyme schemes/flows i've read on this site ever.
in the studio we make it hot you feel it as soon as you step thru the door
its like steppin on coal, im nice but ill slice you if you breakin my balls
yo i bust on the rap scene like the Hulk runnin' straight'n'breakin down walls
quality's based on perception, perception has bias, bias aint a fact
if your perception of my quality has a negative bias i get ya skull cracked, man
its a matter of fact
yo treazon'll hit you wit a sick ritual of syllables to leave you pittiful
all i gotta do is give a wink towards the sky to get rid'a'you
kidnapped by aliens to teach you that when playin wit fire, gettin burned is habitual
then show you the 2 million year old underground human sacrfice citadel
where phony rappers are hung, quartered and burned
ashes thrown in all 4 oceans to ensure they never return
cuz lieing on the mic is blasphemous, but will they ever learn?
just wrote that up quick to no beat the flow might be hard to pick up
Good looking Hitman on the feed!
Beware of charges from the charger
Prepare to run flee the border, b4 the slaughter begins
Seeing my enemies through the lens
Shots i send end the beef, it's all good grief
Slugs through the fleece of every member of ya fleet
Meet ya maker faker, hated to get hit by a hater
No deal negotiator, ya bitch is gross you ate her
When i jizzed in the stink-box, that's what u tasted
Still embraced it, stick u with tools
Ya money to my hands pasted
On the night-shift, my knife shifts through flesh
Deadly rhyme-fests, in these festivities i'm a cannibal chef
The ref ruling the reps, every inning victor
Additude Soprano like, Good-fella for life
Rats get found on they back
Face erased from shottie impact
You ain’t fucking wit the Mr. Technographics
Make them shit more than just hieroglyphics and Asiatics/
I keep’s it very Blastmatic without all them cosmetics
Now you trying to be ecstatic my shit be strangling you
Without hanging you out to dry with now where to fly/
My spit be sporadic often called the coffin dead exhausted
Flows that foster flows of unaired bud that’s nothing but soap suds/
You’s “GARBAGE” never “CLASSIC” my shit never bends and contracts
So don’t call me plastic, elastic just a master wit it/
Giving e’m silver bullets blades be chastised ever present lines
Be delivered right through ya spine up to ya mind/
I grind heartless cold and sharp as surgical knife
Ready to cut through flesh without a detail missed/
Kiss my ass if you want current events
I dent heads like Saturn’s and Hyundai’s/
You ain’t blowing no wind we ain’t in Bombay
My spit be venomous electric wit kinetic energy in it/
Enter the dragon bagging the starlets without no red carpets
I jib jab these sparks wit multiple darts within it/
Given more scripts analyze this like Billy Crystal
I Robert DeNeiro emcees without trying to be/
Flip ya wig I give e’m the stuffing like a pig
Just getting ya used to the sensation intimate creation verbalize lines
Without proper crimes I still grind like boards off the handle/
Still can’t hold a candle to these beats, rhymes and life
I handle wit some much ease you blow away like the wind/
Every boards smashed, expert chess moves in the clash
Hit the masses with the impact of 2 plane crashes
Lords return to the earth as ashes, i'm a-the-matic
No static, demonic never democratic
Mc's who speak in-directly feel my sem-automatic
Frame tatted with buckshots, production assasin jugganaught
Taught to sword-swing by noone except I
3rd eye will create a nuclear explosion once i die
Ya life's a lie, i'm the truth,undisputed n the vocal booth
Stomp ya troops, leave one survivor for living proof
Fuck a bullet-proof vest, bust ya head, brains flying
Left ya caucas in the mountains, murderous rhyme stylin'
Heart of a lion, speed of a snake, testings a fatal mis-take
Backs i break like beats, unbeatable techniques
Hey-yo..
It's Covert Lyricist, a lyrical beast,
That's why you back off when you see me on the streets,
I'm the only rapper that you don't wanna meet.
Aka Lyrical Criminal, you don't wanna fight,
I'm freestylin' but I'm mean when I write,
Ya'll take notes when I'm seen on the mike
Yeah that's C.O.V,
One day ya gonna see me
On ya TV
The one with all the platinum CDs!
I don't care if you got issues,
I aint afraid to diss you,
make my feelings clear like crystal
You MC wannabes want rhymes like me
Covert Lyricist, that's C.O.V
The best there is the best there ever will be
You know I aint afraid to embarrass MCs,
on the mike..
The real rappers, know exactly what I'm like,
You know that I hate Garage MC types,
I get the crowd jumpin' and build the hype
My heart so cold my rhyme'll give you frost bite,
Cant control the fists, never had a lost fight
Don't test me, yo, I'm the boss, right?
Yo I aint into battlin' but try and murk me!
I'm better than you bitches an' I'm only thirteen
Don't even try me, 'cause you'll get hurt, B
Ya'll bitch-made punks never any ya'll hurt me
Someone post something that'll make me wanna look
You spit 2 barz an' look how long it took, what now!?
I'm an upcoming poet, grimer, hot-rap rhymer - you better start believing
Spit ya shit, bitch ya shit. Just stop breathing
I had many lyrics from before I teething!
I'm getting kinda bored so I'm about to finish
13 year old rapper, never jack lyrics
Take the advice, 'cause I know ya'll mimics..
Ahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
"i aint into battelin" thats what this sly kat said
he dont want retaliation so he spits in the freestyle thread
your "keys" i read, mental outcome be like fleas on bed
they iritate and dicentigrate under the heat of verbal lead
judge dread smudge your "pen dead" red, men get fed
like a dude running in a cloud of locusts as he sped
you aint robust my friend, the only platium youll be holdin
be melding in your skin as the iron soldar be smoulding
we got rappers here that would leave bob marley choking
before his spliff startin boatin, your guitar riff raps rock rusty
and musty, dusty and soaking in katanas linguistic "owning"
And there was me thinking ya barz was just babbling
I know I aint good enough for battling
What's happening!?
But seriously, that shit you just spit was embarrassing
Dunno what you trying, you aint no rapper, nor MC
Ya rhymes are like a sports-bra, literally em-pty
I'll lyrically hurt you, you're like "you can't physically mend-me"
Yet ya still hurting, man really - who is this bitch?
Ya shit looked like a diss, man you lucky I didn't flip
Don't reply, take a hint - is that enough of a tip?
What can I say, you're like a fake Vanilla Ice, just less talent
I'll slap you up, leave ya face half gone and leave the building before it comes apparent
You act like you got platinum, we all know you haven't
Don't post back, you just can't manage (pronounce man-ij)
Ya rhymes are like a dead wolverine, just more rabid.
What!?
^^^^^lmfao
Humorous humanitarian, a.k.a. the beef trashing vegetarian
Look rugged like R.A. a book-worm librarian
Telling me to hush, her cheeks were powder puffed
Told her to deep-throat this dick
You cream catching slut, she went nuts
Called somebody up, Tony Soprano type
Invited me out-side to fight, thought it was hype
I'm duckin' lefts, and rights feeling impatient
Tripped him up, he landed on his face, police on location
Brought to the station, spent 3 days in confinement
Urine smelling climate, Eventually the time went
And i got personal recogniance
damnation upon an mc/who tries to battle annunaki/
i'm omni god of war/rippin off the wings of those who soar/
the eagle neva lands/i back hand whores/
i'm raw got the adtiminium jaw/i smash heads wit blunted melee weapons/
you dont want a brawl/but i aint suggestin/
i meditate at the serpent taverns/entangle you within the caverns/
i'm slashin with da double falchions/
straight out of shaolin/got more buda then/soiders that we bless/
trees ninjas hiddin in the leaves/
poisin tip darts like longshot somehow i hit my marks/
i just gotta pull through
voice is not really my choice
though the flow is full proof
i made just enough mistakes to fool you
noise repetitive much like the break
don't know if i should start
no whistles and i wish you were late
forgot what happened at the start
they charged me for the rapping up of the crashing though im gifted like smart
difficult to admit it cos the ticket was farce
and all the shit i be kickin' got em' slippin' like bars
as the railing
hard to get a grip
and by far im the real thing
charge for every spit
though the third takes a second to know how to charge for every slip
even if it isn't on the right track
im too busy running a train on this bitch
....yea and i after i get the brainz operatin' i'll be right back
Bully bars spit far, locked in the cage 4 that raw
Never abide breakin' laws, never change par
Partake of mc's ices, throat knifers
My likeness Christ-like, image of lifers
Street strikers strangiling bikers
Break out of rikers, on the island mics ripped
Equipped talk, borderline battle drops
dimes pop that coochie, pants down fun wit groupies
Pass the loot then salute me
the general's jewels gleam, gettin' paper like Yao Ming
Sparring in the wind as it rains i attract lightning
Moves thundering, stay humble when the wig splittin' begin
Cap peelin' punishment, ya face hits the cement
too late for surrendering, the endings grim
Swinging on ya, soon to forgotten goner
Spot rushing karma, one inch punchin' informers
Captain crunch ya corner swarmers
Deadly melody bomber, i'll die for the honor
On a higher plain, shots propell i excell when i aim
Flame lit..fiery scroll maker, kneck snappin' Masons
Basement dweller, crack-heads broke in my cellar
Smoke rose up the steps, i sicked my pit on em pests
One of em resembled Mannie Fresh so i got em 4 his cash money
His son was a juvenile, like Lil 'wayne nigga looked funny
Name was sonny wanted to be a B.G.
A hot-boy runnin' from the police
I seen em he got locked for shootin' some Young Turk
He gave me the "bird-man" hand-cuffed in the back-seat
thinkin u brave-when i could simply make ya mind slave-bend/
stray-men in ya cavalry battle-me cant save-them/
slay-pen's b my weapon of choice bless'd-wit-voice/
2 make tha mountains shake pounds-of-cake invest-wit-my-boys/
wreckin-wit-noise...ultrasonic screams my demonic-team/
will have u-leaned in tha seat of ya car duke/
u "moby dicks" owe-me-get stuck wit tha harpoon/
Fuck u Chris henry niggas, like a school play
They don't know how to act, stuck in old ways
I lay my path down stable, those who follow
Succesful and able to hold pills an swallow
Illegal thrills is hollow to me, lay to rest
that dated style persuade'in u while
U spray the tech, locked in cages wit gators now
You went in wit virginity, left wit it stolen
Shit was packed nightly, prostate's swollen
Cops wait holdin, fate's book in hand
Hand book told'em to get ya again, patroll'in
Third felony, high bonds, no canada in sight
Yo wifey might be right, but to late for enlightenment
Reporters write'in it, dark rooms now got lights in it
Papers like'in it, cartoons charcterize u
Little kids thats killas latent patronize u
Now Jake is on the stands make'in lies too
Yo sister shake'in slides thru, to testify
Knowin that by cinder blocks, u set to die
many men...have mercy on me
50 shots, bodies drop infinite...but still no tears from me
seen too much or have i imagined havoc as such
niggas thoughts about me used to plauque my temple...now i couldn't give a fuck
too long to wait for my sentence to be passed...press ya luck
you faggots is yardbird on the block....just itchin to cluck
so many more snitches and whores end up standing infront of your door
beggin for shelter from the realness that my niggas and i explore
young bucks screams tales of trappin in storms...tellin tales of folklore
understand the concept at hand........to get money..your smarts you ignore
don't mean to speak sermons like dirty pastors talkin to little boys
the game disgusts me like lebron shooting up bricks and toys
sorry yo....still a lil hot after the spurs..cavs game....
Side-lines, guide-lines, grammars gully the galaxcies mine
Microphone Bath-gate emcee's ya'll bait hookin' my lines
Free-styles refined, with dimes head bobbin'
Cunt robbin' niggas get shot, then buried n the garden
warring g.regulator like Warren, sparrin' raw yen
Live requests for the fresh, ya'll best call-in
All in together squadrons get carved when
My groovey uzi ammo decreases
Creative creatures wit incredible, credible, thesis
Black Jesus packing iron, fire on ya best features
Blessed that beef is inedible, lines thearetical
lyrical ginsu slicin quick at faggots usin fuckery//
bring ya battle axe son my tongue tha only "cutlery"//
that i employ seek-an-destroy until u ug-ly//
my-bruthas-b hung-beneath tha trenches we da heartless//
roamin-in-tha-dark-when marksmen pickin targets//
wit-no-regards-if u wanna play ya cards better fix tha deck//
my spit-will-wreck any nigga just blatant disrespect//
breakin-into-sets cipherin wit acid flows//
sinatra stay bodying mc's till caskets close//
numb asses quit eating shit
and figure out how to use this
magnum, cause the war is starting
and we're gonna blast 'em
crackin their heads on the cement
i forget just why were fighting, oh yeah,
some stupid bullshit
ready to rock, my glock
spits out the horrible violence
lock ya doors and your windows
the grave of the enemy, we're thrashin them up, defilement
they think the war is almost finished but there ain't no stop
not until every enemy gets dropped
that is my first ever freestyle or rhyme
get dropped talkin the talk, yaint walkin the walk
im closin yo shop, poppin the glock, bodies get chopped
tryna start some shit u aint bout and now u cant finish
with a barrel off in yo fuckin mouth talkin gibberish
im spittin this hollow point round to to your fuckin brain
yeah lifes a bitch but she payin me so i cant complain
and you may say im insane but i couldnt care less
i let them haters breathe when i open up their chest
and u knew it couldnt be nothin less than a killin
fuckin up with these villains, slugs gettin up in yo children
fill you up with K shots then u fillin up a grave plot
get yo brain chopped by a stray shot when we spray glocks
wrong place wrong time and u caught a nine
but there aint no remorse let nature take its course
natural selection, the strong eat, the weak get terminated
keep posin and u roachesll get exterminated