Official Freestyle Thread

rich rich sick and clips
is like my dick and a bitch
its like i bust if i must
for him its a gat for me its my nut i lust
for a bitch who could cook me some lo mein
before i send ya ta hell i coat ya with propane
rogane o mayne a pimp cane
by my rhymes u get pen slain
or key board smashed
bitch bobblehead next to me and one on da dash
and if swords cross or if swords clash
imma run ya pockets and take ya cash
give you a itchy rash
and some crack or a fix prolly wont last
mash ya staff knock you wit da hellz wind bash
all poison injected in me goes null
any sword strickin me goes dull
when i come strapped i come full
give you a ghetto circumsism
devil inside me and im screamin for an exorcism
and he escapes bit by bit through my lines
until hes gone imma stay completely out of my mind
and even if he does ill only be slightly restored sane
something wrong with me and its wrong with my brain
i hear unheard noises at night and i know who it is
its the devil tryna find him some niggas to split some wigs
straight from the 9th realm comes the truth
gat strapped up turrets on the car to boot
crack ya dome take ya loot
24's wrapped and chrome guts rip em out like a root
nigga try ta catch up to me that nigga get juked
poetism aint present a fluke
bringin wisdom
and niggas wonderin whop is em
darts coated in mysterious subgstance from the ninth realm
flaming tongue and a med helm
cuz when i spit flames its the only thing i got to protect
cuz i left the teck at home and i need summin to keep on da neck
i put lyrical barriers incase a nigga try ta flex

Yo What Up Pimpin

nuttin wass good?

BAD ASS PIMPTASTIC RHYMIN MAD SHIT.../
SICKA THAN AIDZ LEARNIN SHIT ABOUT ROCKIN PRODUCT IN PLASTIC.../
BAGS, IF U FAGZ GOTTA PROBLEM MY ANSWERS A CASKET.../
RHYME FLOWS MORE COMPLEX THAN AN INDIANS BASKET.../
HIT THE SPLIFF AN PASS IT.../
PIMPIN POSTIN LIKE THE KID TAKIN GLASS HITS.../
MY NIGGA DOWN SOUTH GOT MAD GATS KID.../
IF ITS BEEN TAGGED U KNOW KING SICK DONE TRASHED IT.../
GOT THE BEST LABS IN AZ.../
MY NIGGA GOT SO MANY BURNERS WE CRAZY.../
YOU KNOW WHO BE HOLDIN DOWN THE DESERT REZ.../
ME!!.. fuck that fat rascist fag nig "Ed-BigPun-Head".../
yo shout out to general wise.../
who dippin wit faggitz like blunts an a couple otha guyz.../
stood up to JTS an exchanged some threats.../
he always been top dog but i aint a punk so i rapped it off my chest.../
none of that shit he said was true, i dont hate blacks i luv u fools.../
like i said im a king an im gonna show u how to overule.../
get the back of the field in motion an wake up u fagz wit no hope in this comotion.../
you girlz wit allergies, half yall rap like u got lung disease.../
im here to make you feel pain word to spoken, shrap, king, ben an da man goin beyond lyrical godagreez.../

Outerspaced ,spaced aged forever, who could ever think of words brought together so clever. I switch styles over and over down to the very letter.
Aint nobody up in here thats doin it better. You think you got me, whatever , I got you. Stuck to the bottom of the soles of my shoes. Trampled thru times that dont continue. Lost in thought that the future will abuse. Words fuse. Many lose. In all concepts of life are left little clues so you can know whos who. But dont nobody wanna look at the truth. Cruise , down a road , a river , or a path you cant use and think about the times that you'll find that you really never even knew. literally the end of everthing you will ever know. Too slow to grow into what will never show. So. Make it good , better yet , make it well. Too sick to know better and too hard to even tell.....

to both of ya'll airlock shit straight up!

pyrimads for the egyptians
church for the christians
listen or the message you'll be missin
cristened pistol piston
got da fire hittin da ice and its hissin
i got no respect for you youcould suck ma dick while im pissin
no homo oh no
here i go smokin dro
and pimpin hoes
cuz u cant see how fantasticaly
pimptastic be gettin elastics g
dont ask me b cuz u will see da dark side of me
i read da verse from da ghetto bible and it reads
from da virigin mary only pimp can be implantin his seeds
check ma platinum its singin
in ya ears ringin and dingin
frosty da snowman was a jolly happy nigga
witta big ass chain and a dick even bigga
i dont give a fuck about some fake ass wiggas
who couldnt even figya
how to pull a fuckin gun trigga
i mean im part rakim and part ODB
part meth masta kill and of course uey
im a mix im a mullatto mutt specific to be
its like they took they dopest verses and handed them down to me
and i sit there and smelt my darts
then i get da axe and severe body parts
its not a proffession its an art
on da top ten charts
like you got ya fuckin wardrobe from wal-mart

Fuck are you talkin about? I drop random knowledge at random times.

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Originally Posted by pimptastic

to both of ya'll airlock shit straight up!

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airlock = tight

Where I'm from(outerspace) , airlock in the mannor that you used means to stfu with all that shit. Where you get tight from I will never know but okay then. Coo.

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Originally Posted by pimptastic

airlock = tight

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tight airlocked like a zip lock bag but if u thought thats what i meant i didnt nuttin but respect :)

trademarkz sun!!! got that trainwreck blazin hittin the fifth killin it once again for da rezervation.../
infinity droppin mad bombs puttin in work on some temple renovation.../
wordplay for days dont come in my face make an appointment dun.../
you be lucky to slide in before the 10th of next month so take a number an make a reservation.../
sit patient u callin me remember fuck a deadline.../
half yall past yo bedtime.../
1st of the month gonna pull a heist on the disabled.../
SSI baby gonna fuckin take the shame train break niggaz legs like tables../
driver gonna get whipped scare all the black chics in the front an cap some kid in da hip
put da money in da bag or watch a nigga get clipped...
done it before around 4 or so im sure all the retards will have cashed there cheks by then.../
goin home wait till da 3rd an do it again


word up peace fam

sicka comes wit da bomb shit^^^^

Word up. Word life an all that shit. Peace Fam.:spin:

im like spittin on the wu dojo wit battle 1 and on her spittin wit ya'll

at the burger queen hit some russian nigga wit some condiments.../
sold some game to clerk an out with no consequence.../
a left shake muthafuckin continents.../
out here makin a name rocket launchin shit.../
escaping 5-0 wherever i go.../
never hestitate to throw with any a yo.../
got the ironman full blast in da place.../
brand new copy blowin coke off the case.../
feedin cats that dream multiplyin my dream.../
cops aint gotta clue i got more pull than a swat team...
after that smoke clears aint no smoke blunts near.../
muthafucka strangled by a security gaurd at sears.../
recognize aidz chillin like i gotta million.../
push more weight than u children fulltime mafia villian.../
yo yakima stand up.../
where the strippers know da meaning of suck.../
where its at blew da hotel up.../
damn near fucked luckily got 10 bucks left the bitchez dead broke in da middle of the cut.../
mad beaners u would think the shit was tijauna.../
afro puff motha fuckaz lookin for marijauna.../
not the commercial niggaz no i fo sure duke..../
i represent a fat click fresh outta rehab got bitchez rentin rooms.../
an buyin mad booze buncha niggaz didnt have a clue.../
that their fat ass homie's ho was jackin their loot.../
all of a sudden every fucker in da room got out a hammer pointed at u.../
fuck that i said that bitch playin all yall your wallets gettin raped.../
bitch caught a fist an while i made my escape.../
walkin thru the ghetto in god knows where.../
hopped a fukin grey hound got da fuck outta there...

strip you from your outerwear to ya underwear
i walk up in yo fuckin hood, all them mothafuckas stare
never seen a mothafucka like me in they life man
step the fuck up to me if you want a shorter lifespan
laughin at these wannabes, damn that shit is funny
tryna be some thugs lookin like some frickin dummies
white kids or black kids, dont give a fuck i just smack kids,
all up in my face hungry for a knuckle sandwich
i cause damage, destruction i bring to you bitches
i aint no fuckin rapper, i wont sing for you bitches
swing on you snitches wit a bunch of fuckin metal bats
turn ho wit ya wet ol ass, revoke yo fuckin ghetto pass
dead yo raps, i rep for thugs all over the fuckin world
i let my fuckin nuts hang low and i fuck yo girl
you probably rock some fuckin curls you singin ass bitches
you rap to impress fuckin girls, but only dickin fat bitches

shrap represent the em tee el.../
runnin uptown stabbin herbs over sells.../
Word up murdah spliff real canadians wit clips.../
Crack sales unite bloods an crips
Im that typa OG you an your clueless toy cru be plottin on my loot
knock at the door an a buncha gnarly niggaz come thru.../
u forgot where i come from i told u i know everyone.../
didnt know when your homies see AIDZ they recognize a masta shogun.../
real talk sheisty sicka will reverse the situation.../
u waitin anticipatin my downfall wit no complication.../
Just to find out my peepz aint loyal to u no more affiliation.../
u get smoked wit no hesitation on or off my reservation.../
crazy nigga aidz natives landin impalas in trees trunk full of skunk.../
Makin moves over borders weed acid pills whatever u want punk.../
Highspeed chases i knock out the first inmate in face.../
cant even solitary confine the kid im deini at escapes.../
BC best place to skate mt baker hardcore till i die.../
OSF, NGB, STA,, native pride.../
Fuk u doin that bitch u datin uglier than most guys.../
big shout out an farewell to the faggit general wise

Efface all competition, reveal the fake
From the position of and magician, i seal the fate
With the tragic magic, said through the microphone
Savage controller of pelagics, on the sea-floor i roam (king of the sea)
But see theres more then a throne, rap across the waters
Prone to have shown my poems,and recap losses and slaughters (past victories)
Of those who have challenged, quick glimpses of talent
Slice those ballerinas off balance with the sharp talons
When it get dark, i get violent, check the murder records
The way i fly these words, leave brains of birder's checkered (the best puzzled)
And chessed, who's the best, when it comes to umm...anything
Of course me by any means, heard fags tryin to make my pennies pink (wack ras)
Mini me's shrink, just think of the space displaced
Rap has been betrayed for a decade, and its to late to evade
So invade, come with crusades of grenades on they parade (go to war)
Decay the masquarade, pages of tiraids and air raids to degrade (kill them lyrically)
Cuz they ain't shit, spittin slow freestlyes over beats wow
I can roc wether or not the beat's wild, leave crowds with three smiles
Each, teach a preacher how to speak
In a week i hit the peak, mentally de-seat your physique
With unique techniques, used by robber barons
Druel when i speak, therefore i slobber on parents
And advisories, who is anybody to advise me
Listen to my advice see, its mostly surprising
Enterprise and coroporation incorporated (signed to a label)
I devised a whole sitiuation, incase the corpses were related (fallback plan)
You don't know it, but guess what, your minds masturbating
Over shit that ain't stressed on fuck, and these lines is saturated
In blood, crimson lines bleed slow down the bold mentals
In fights...i'm never gentle, the blows sever the gold dentals (gold grills)

Here i go again the Raven that's raising the stakes//
I learn from mistakes, the facts of life are actual, the truth you cannot debate//
Used to stay up late, writing songs that contained my anger, and pain//
My hunger for hip-hop couldn't decrease, but i was ahame i wasn't in the game//
Hood fame make people change, i remain the same insane hard-headed human flame//
used Alias names when i battled on trains, electrifyin' tracks i trained hard//
In the slums on-guard at odd with opposing squads, Gee gave me the name God//
Hard times money earning, made me dib n' dap in crime had to get mine//
Got locked 3 times, i had to get a mind, got into beef nearly got clapped, so i had to get a nine//
Tryin' to shine,but it's hard when ya souls tarnished, runnin' with street robbers//
Dissin' dishonest disciples, believing in no sky spook, me and my ready to die crew//
Soundclickin' live tunes, niggas who only knew the struggle, no mouth fed with silver spoons//

Wilderbeast hungy, bewildered mc's i eat, cannibal-hannibal-animal techniques//
Tek speaks my bars bullet through beats, producers need vests to avoid chest injuries//
In the feast vulture, transform to Bin laden bombin' culture, headwrapped rapper mc ultra//
Delta force hijack specialist, runnin' with hot heat, the illumanti dynasty melter//
Felt the whiplash, the C.I.A. put out a wig-blast, but i moved too fast, grand finale blast//
Killing season for cash, hot rims get jacked, run the Jab fag before i get mad and spit mag//
Block bully executor, Poppa Dark violent murder manuvers i make,Gods ain't related to no primates//
Bush put prices on our heads, time at high stakes militant ninjas migrate to the motherland//
Had to chop off my hands so my fingerprints couldn't lockdown my plans, it's uni-verse at war i know my roots troop signing off the original man//

Its gorilla war formula aura, law and order/
got blocks locked down, from corner to corner.
Storm thru like troopers, ruthless on the metal/
chapters of addresses n deadsets is levelled... like pancakes.
Manmade landraped islam states/
got gaurds checkin the borders for planned breaks.
Stored crates of warped disks, missions on vinyl/
blind niggas masked, wit they hand on the bible.
Cyphas strike vital, rhymes light the rifle/
sign on the line, to challenge my mic title.
Fight like Vesuvius and brand nubians/
and jews wit sand sufi's dyin like truemen.
Sioux runnin the yukon, Klu guns in Tucson/
its stompin time nigga thro ya timbaland boots on.

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Originally Posted by koncretegorilla

Its gorilla war formula aura, law and order/
got blocks locked down, from corner to corner.
Storm thru like troopers, ruthless on the metal/
chapters of addresses n deadsets is levelled... like pancakes.
Manmade landraped islam states/
got gaurds checkin the borders for planned breaks.
Stored crates of warped disks, missions on vinyl/
blind niggas masked, wit they hand on the bible.
Cyphas strike vital, rhymes light the rifle/
sign on the line, to challenge my mic title.
Fight like Vesuvius and brand nubians/
and jews wit sand sufi's dyin like truemen.
Sioux runnin the yukon, Klu guns in Tucson/
its stompin time nigga thro ya timbaland boots on.

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and get ya move on elevate from the gruesome,
with withered wounded bruised used palms,
walking a path with a noose on listen to the truth son,
abused views harm communicating the news... farmed,
the cattle culled are calm creating a coma... charmed,
bred with self hatred delinquents stares vacant,
walking around faded no idea all life is sacred,
reside in housing thats gated liquor and drugs tainted,
wake from this cipher or settle in the beasts belly naked,
baited and hooked fish outta water shook... shanked with a filet knife,
overcooked seafood chalky parched meals Fuck being dinner lets heal,
reconnect with our people stop being greedy and stop acting evil,

get my shine on with da woman in da bed passed out ho.../
gettin crazy head like flavor flav and his reality show .../
on point like the tips of my crown.../
got many wives big pimpin town.../
sidewalk shifts and a bitch gets kicked.../
spit flys an the ho got it in her eyes.../
tazed some fag in the nuts for lookin like wise.../
i find it easier to punch em.../
pull a gun ill suplex your ass so u cant function.../
stove on aint nobody cookin they rock.../
shit foamin all over over man "holy shit it's alot".../
disfunctional crabs wit labs think they can pull thru.../
hiphopcity mayor aidz on nasty immigrants "fuck Lummi will roll u".../
quote vote up quik in that poll for u- know- who.../
got many talents just no way to show u.../
yo betta start callin an fillin them clips i done told u.../
go rob target nigga security low when its a code blue.../
my time here today was extra interesting dont know dude.../
got fucked by flock a bitchez kickin wit da whole crew.../
yo god concept prolly aint slept all burned lookin like emhotep.../
gettin dem black wisdom brains from that aqueous necropheliette.../
i dont know fam i aint really feelin all dat.../
when i play wit bitchez i dont feel like gettin burned wit da clap.../
bump dogshit allday fo u muthafuckerz.../
pump clips out da 6 bless crabs wit bricks of uppers.../
shotty's on the floor nintendo 64 heist out da store.../
when i was little we had to get drunk thats what i stole for.../
fuckin killin camo's camoflauged labeled piss from an old whore.../
some monsters an were set i wanna just say clown on smoke bluntz more.../
punkass bitch talk shit from japan ill beat your ass worse than that war

Drop quick like dominos, triggerd by the pens
These rhymin foes know, i get sicker then the sins
Commitied by the devil, dare one to meddle wit this rebel
When a beach settles...i decrease the sea level
What you didn't see me wit the henessy, in the front dope soaked seat
Won't catch me in the penitentairy, blunt smoke blows east
Show teeth thats gold, i steal the valuable mold (the gold caps)
Dip to my secret lair, hideout in the valley behold
Murder stories untold, humain remains in toture chambers
Burnt skelton on the walls, insanely scorched and hanged up
They sang enough, R&B artist baried deep underground
Bells rang rough, during storms you hear screams wit thunder sounds

skills extrodinary
dangerous bewary
balls all shaved but still hairy
i bust education like i just read a fuckin dictionary
i dissimalate yo head den assimate a scalple
discoomboomerate a nigga WOW dats a mouthful
hangin hooks 8th realm droppin from da ceilin
fuck around through u innna cage get sealed in
i got a gun wit an AK's quickness and an HK's blast
rhyme styles take a journey to da passt
pull da gat fast
or ur life wont last
raise dem guns high like a mast
fuck a bitch in da biddut make her pump ya gas
walk around witta walk make you loook like a pimp wit some class
beat dat bitches ass
anitomical rust
diabolical dust
in to the 8th dimension be thrust
dont cuss shhhhh or get bust
cuz if i must i lust for a worthy heir
witta chain that blinds ya like a glare
for life they do not care
hangin hooks
hit the books
like a tome
spittin gon rong tones
ahh shit leave dat elite shit alone
old soul like babylonians
quick sting opium
2 pumps el open them
like a hoes pussy
u fuckin wussy
get up stop askin what it would be or could be
hangin like they lookin for some fishes
obey da master and his wishes
sweet like a sweed bitches bubble gum kisses

i dissimalate yo head den assimate a scalple
discoomboomerate a nigga WOW dats a mouthful

Hahaha Good shit Pimp

^^^ lol thanx i wasn't to good on dat but it was ok

I walk the promised land overstand promises are damned,
royalties and scams continue as we eat from poisoned lands,
the polluted stand pickin garbage from the pilfered cans,
stress and irrelevance death surrounds the benevolent,
we take their medicine and ignore our family disconnections slam,
trapped in self made hellish plans unaware with out a care who has the upperhand?,
corporate and religious jargon crammed we worry about criminals receiving pardons...DAMN!,
we settle for a life thats hardend,

sad

I heard thru the grapevine, playtime was over/
so i chromed up the toaster, frm under the sofa.
Broke the quota, for emcees froze in coma/
lonestar rappers tryna act supernova.
Connect live n' direct 2flex ya text muscle/
networkin hustlers in this beautiful struggle.
Its brainsport, maintain raw grains of thought/
basic translations help relate slang reports.
Im wu-corp fam, wher my newports n juice god/
looseys n brewskis, chewed thru my chute cords.
Choose ya life weapon, ya type nine~eleven/
write mic blessed confessions, strike wit venom.. Offensive.
Vent ya ten cent senseless sentence/
check the next sector aint got shit to mention.
Cos its pure sewer fury, true nigga jewellery/
i say sumthin wrong den bitchnigga sue me.

killa hills
ill project on the reals
any gat get peeled
stainless steel
secretin pointy metal to the greel
eatin dat shit as if it was ya last meal
ak burst like cum from my cock
just keep going till i run out of ammo (ewww stop)
ok i will not! u'll have to go call the cops
cuz i got crack in my matress and porno on my mind
i jack off in public like alll the time
rip my balls is that hardcore enuff for a rhyme
tried to kill myself in the looney bin i spent some time
like arkahm asylum as if i was a badguy in batman
i recruit soldiers like uncle sam
when i see a fine lady i go damn!
in the bed her but get whammed
and she gets dick slammed
because i know this asian dood and he's real real cool
he's a triad dropout a real cool fool
got an education wit out going to skool
yeeeeaaa im talkin bout inside natalies port
then ur face starts to contort like a dork
who ate some sour pork
and ate it wit a plastic spork
well i dont if hes a triad ill have to guess
in the battle field sicka's like the best
don shuts down smoke blunts like the rest
the chink is dumb and he cant mess............yo!

Somethin inside me said fucc it, i've read enuf shit/
nuthin compares to muthafuccas who junk script.
Punkbitches spittin they heart regardless/
its easy to squeeze on these emcees for targets.
Calm-like, carnival carnal car-ride/
jump in the trunk, and wrap up ya arms tight.
No chats, had no chance to gag these showcats/
toerags bagged up in the bacc of the lo-lac.
Snowtracks packed the road flat, grab the axes/
rats get they trap clapped for bein pimptastic.
Plastic artificial rap flak jacket fabric/
lacks matters of fact and relevant factors.
Ample canned samples, scandals n shams/
open ya grill, cos ima remove ya fangs.
Its gruesome, shown n proven, whos the prime~ape/
view the pure future of all livin primates.

Many artists are artificial spittin' superficial//
my scripture pistols unleash slugs exposing scar tissue//
Slugs whistlin' dixie shots, wigs heat hot, heat blocks like melting pots//
the pot smoker smoking cops, crack ya snot-boxes, wit cannibal oxes//
Long-horn charge ya body through walls, U-haul movin' cautious//
Un-concious knock-out's, ladies love me with my cock out//
Backseat freaks get pumped, then throw the fuck out//
pitch base on blocks and i never struck out, bum with the bucks out//
Buck-wheat, buck-shot bandit, little rascal runnin' the hoe house//
Danger-mouse the cats on the hunt, after you for fuckin' his cunt//
i got stabbed know i'm in the cut sparkin' a blunt, not the one 2 run//
rescued by this honey-bun named Li'l debbie snackin' on my jewels son//

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Originally Posted by koncretegorilla

Somethin inside me said fucc it, i've read enuf shit/
nuthin compares to muthafuccas who junk script.
Punkbitches spittin they heart regardless/
its easy to squeeze on these emcees for targets.
Calm-like, carnival carnal car-ride/
jump in the trunk, and wrap up ya arms tight.
No chats, had no chance to gag these showcats/
toerags bagged up in the bacc of the lo-lac.
Snowtracks packed the road flat, grab the axes/
rats get they trap clapped for bein pimptastic.
Plastic artificial rap flak jacket fabric/
lacks matters of fact and relevant factors.
Ample canned samples, scandals n shams/
open ya grill, cos ima remove ya fangs.
Its gruesome, shown n proven, whos the prime~ape/
view the pure future of all livin primates.

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dat wasn't even a good diss.

cool..

aight peace kid, i'll keep the beast hid, deep in the freezers/
breath easy b, see i aint realy mean shit.
Yet, - bless ya soul its wholesome/
heart of gold, like old colts thats slowly revolvin.
Swollen at the gooseneck, bruises is blue-red/
black yellow n' green, silverback on the scene.
Im streamin, feedin emcees real reasons/
leave or be eaten, see the structural weaken.
Keep to the sidlines, while i play the middle/
whers ya toothpicks, ur bitch pubics in my gristle.
Riddle me this, whos kid u wipe the shit off/
bite ya shit off, write the shit u swiped my kid of.
Thats right u heard me, word, u couldnt murk me/
less u knew ya way round the Zoo and Jersey.
Dirty lookin hooliez rule b, its rule b'/
serpents as emcees, appearin to fool me.
Now im strapped fully, hijabs under the hoody/
the fuc ima do wit this armoury jewellery.
Safe crack the stashbox, past the crack rocks/
shank ya backlot, snap the padlock and ur open.
Chokin tryna cope wit a heartbroke dilemma/
its hard to forget wat u remember.

im cold like December these hoes get dismembered
leave they head lookin like it came out da blender
just tryna survive lifes horrors, my war movie
just tryna ta find some nice whores for porn movies
fuckin Keisha or Susie, Eva, Tamika or Emily
im evil im sendin these hoes to sleep wit my enemies
settin these foes up to get torn up and disposed of
sho nuff, throw em in da river let em flow, WHAT
these haters bout to throw up, i make em fuckin sick
bitches cant get money but can take this fuckin dick
on my money shit, fuck payin taxes IM HUSTLIN BITCH
lay ya ass up in the grass thats if you finna flap ya fuckin lip
sucka strip off them baggy ass clothes u aint deserve
u aint earned the uniform, bitch u cant preserve
act reserved when its on but u a killa on ya song
blow it out ya ass and wash yo shit out of ya thong
BITCH!!!

Concrete jungle ape bangin' my chest great, weed smokin' primate//
Grateful dead samples cleared for my mix-tape//
swallowed mother earth n' spit states//
Nice-lady's love how my dick taste, slammin' em' hoes//
Bonnin' alien bitches outer space, contestants get thrown out the race//
I wait n' take time to re-fine my lines, gettin' paper in these N.y. Times//
Gotta shine n' rhyme, battle n' grind, peace partners n' crime//
Heater stashed by the waistlines, while these fags waste lines//
Recyclin' mine, ya raps swine, J diesel like Sharp, gettin' paper-back//
Take mine in blood, bloods, and crips get bitch-slapped//
Vocals pitch-fork the high-hat, i'm gettin' Big with these ready to die raps//

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Originally Posted by J.T.S.

i'm gettin' Big with these ready to die raps//[/I]

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Crews throwin signs at, the blind cat to make him react
Fakes become john does on contact, with the bomb gats
Back turned, lames change they personality
Them bitches that snitch put claims on fatalities
Scared to tell where they sleep, everybody knows where i be
5-1-3 most likely, writing and typing lines thats frightning
To the sqeamish, those new raps don't mean shit
How yaw a beam a bitch wit the three inch penis
I mean this, used to be into some clean shit, now i like this
Niggas need to double team this, cause i write slick
Now rewrite this...to hard for illiterate faggots
When the mag hits the maggots off goes the cabbage

sword swinging antagonist aiming 1 shot killing no remorse feelings
my burst and rhyme growth
are the same as tech...nology
logically my mastery of microphone tactics
came with much practice
com-artificial rappers swear they are fantastic
but in reality they faggots
bendind their asses like gymnastics
for the cash in
tragically fame and furtune came rapidly
forcing the truest in to the roots
without been able to taste the fruit
now the tree with rotten leaf
disrespect everybody in the name of business
i be asking myself can hip hop live?






(i just wanted to try once and rhyme a bit im not very good at this atleast in english)

with the right amount of ammo, i'll bring death to every living mammal//
Release wild elephant techniques against a rival, know trampled//
a flat-line example, preview the power devour samples//
Ranchid, uncanny, candid mc univerally militant muscian wizardry//
Military forces buried underneath the cherry tree//
Yellow jacket bee, buzzin' stingin' eardrums on the ferry//
Nothing merry round here, rounds bust from gunners every year//
Thugs no longer walkin' confined to wheel chairs, shit's real here//
Stare at a cat wrong, u might get clapped, or stole on, so long//
My hoods gone to the psycho's, M. Bison size rivals//
Polliticin' with chicken seeds, teachin' offspring ways of survival//
Knowing "the code of the streets' is vital, thoughts homicidal//
People suicidal shootin' that's that shit in their veins, soon 2 die though//