Stringent my mind is a prison
A nude vision
That ain’t been painted
Exquisite
Estranged by how I’ve spent it
I don’t string guitars
I pull strings on bars
And play them all the way to mars
Kiss them cars
Kiss them bars
Kiss those converse
Sho’nuff
Blown stuff up party crasher
Closed fist body wrapper
Slap through the screen
Bust a machine
Vexed off the regime
Piston screams
Horsepower steams
Drop the nitro
My shit be flames
Always keep a pocket full of that hydro
Hydro
makes my eyes glow mantra nocturnal
Firm flow transform to inferno internal
Damages done man on the run I'm a roadrunner gun lover shot stunner
Ground lay me under suit white belt black
Mastered moving packs where the pigs brutally murder blacks shots in backs lethal injection raps hard times move chopped dimes no cuff in you pay for puffing
your saying nothing shells drop percussion
End of discussion disgusting blood gushing
Body reconstruction for making assumptions I'm thumping with broken hands hammers in the sand for the sharks
Shattered your fam your frantic man
Unable to man up but you can turn up like volumes wild goon popped soon as the moon full get off that Chicago bull
Have u.n.e. pull I'm in the building with a dime all natural you rappers comical as David dangerously raging raven head shots until it caved in
Caved in
Winded by the asthma attack I’m about to have
Drip driven skip school
Sipping on the green tea
Oblyrate emcees back in the rec room era
Divide by the wise
Divert your forces uphill
skip skills
Drip tips as your housing slips
scroll past the Facebook debates
trying recreate tracks
with no sampling
I write flames
Acting like nitrous
Asking how hot can it get
I’m the eye of hurricanes
Making my rocks divine
Pop minds like pimples on dimples
Had that Memorex
Before prophylactics
Know I’m rapid with the impasto
Close your roster
I roast ya
Water world I’m Kevin Kosner
Making magic eight balls queue theories
Put queries in quotes y’all still don’t hear me
Dope tight nice when I write
Had that outdoor laced with pine sol
My shit don’t boil
I recoil in my shell
Cancer when I infect
Chin check
Detect you on my radar
Spit flames disrupt your sonar
Redact all my playbooks
Slay hooks
Prized books, all the notes took
Had the whole knapsack shook
So when I write I spit delight
Slap you so hard you relapse
My closed caption raps
Leave you brain exposed
Decode my flows
NO!!!
Reload the darts
Chamber’s sick
I ain’t lit, I’m fire that means flames to you lames no game
Numb to the game novakane
Say my name one more time
I’ll keloid your mind
Wolf down your spine
Make your city mine
Last edited by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS; 10-08-2017 at 08:02 PM.
My nuggets got the team from Denver heated
Heavily weeded for you ambulance call needed pussy beat it fuck Louis my logic beating many cases off the bracelets embrace oasis never rocked sneaks with no laces your a let down like when Reggie Miller couldn't propel the pacers to greatness go advanced and make it one shot to give deadly donations racing time awake and shine infa red design ace of bass sign I define endurance high performance death apostle giving you a murderous gospel warning
Colossal scoring enduring the drama fatal shot karma for goners
Originally Posted by Mantra
Favorite color be heather grey
Spit flames equal to what’s made
Feature what get faded
Get laid or get paid
Put the pussy cocktails down
Get them with the cool talk
I boardwalk talk
Knuckle to the head mcfly
Buck the trends ask wonder why
Come off it because she wants it
Thunder thighs love it why
Thick and nasty
Slim and naughty
Thoughts on it
Be pornographic making magic
Like princess pumpkins
She giving you a bumpkins
Thinking how high
Pump it up
You know ow what’s sup
So what told the thoughts
I don’t nose dive in pussy
I fly by trying to figure
Ducks on more nights than the first
What’s words then
Don’t ask when you got her
Filled up like a gas tank
Full of kids and all baggage
Smh to it all
Light flashes as fatalities tally on bastards
Guard shooting masters murders massive
At last blitz play to extinct em like raptors
The shells drop disasters killer never captured they have no clue of the elusive, exclusive gun crew leaving holes in meat like pits do minus the bull I'm charging enlarging squadron demise snatch gun off guys
I'm spike spiegal never died just fried you chickens super sized mantra is wisdom owl wise no surprise for the prize I had to rumble in the jungle with my own allies when will we realize the real lies their telling too many bottom feeders drug selling to zombies cellar dwelling bottomless pits where rats feast on sewage in with the old and out with the newest I'm going to charge it to the game with a receipt kill you like the xanax killed Lil peep
It took a minute to write this, I put kids to flight quick..when the mics gripped..
I hype shit, like shells spit the brightest out the beretta, and the crowd yells forever..
be like police, hit you w/night stick, the tightest ever - never to bite shit.. Im better..
Clever, well, decided by unanimous, win, ya chances slim.. yr victory, history, so is ya cheddar..
smoked like hickory, melted like feta, poked out ya misery, boast bout liberty, killed a snake who slippery..
hittin me? better chance to never glance @ sexy fan whos mexican, skinny, w/the freshest tan..
that wasnt sexist man, rather a compliment to females who dominant carrying common sense..
you would drop ya shit, as ya jaw does, when you stare, from the floor up, she smiles, caution..
Dont know what forces lie beneath that smile that creeps miles deep and pile heaps of thought..
seduction, my reason is lost, fuck it, Im seasoned, blessed like sneezing, Ill let you the outcome..
of how dumb.. it was to ignore, a model who walk.. w/swagger, no actor, a rapper w/a bad bitch..
its sad snitch, to see an opportunity pass like yr career, has been, washed up like a rag dish..
Asses act like American gangsters when they’re Frank Lucas snitches
Only time they’ve held heat is when they bought Seikaly Miami jersey
Enemies be like homosexuality in military, rejected from their country
Madcap cats proclaim to be soldiers but have never served in combat
Ringling Bros. clowns circus acts, Sam Gravano bulls turned mafia rats
Gerry Cooney bleeders as feeble as Gen. Sandy Smithers with a heater
Masculine dykes remind me of fault lines cause they’re the shook type
Liberace faggots hide behind candelabras, mortified of the martial law
Lyrically they say I’m like Jeffrey Dahmer for how I eat notable emcees
If rap was graffiti I’d be in penitentiary for tagging toes of my nemeses
After only one blow my foes will be runnin’ to shrinks like Tony Soprano
Blood cells spill thru epidermis, speared faces vanish without firm traces
Meteor time-lapse train of thought leaves dismembered relics on tracks
Precarious promises, murderous verses make sure rivals sleep with fishes
Quelled vast voices, I secure death sentences like Supreme Court justices
Adversaries face enormous hurdles to recovery like Houston after Harvey
Undress ya mind
It’s punch the clock time
Put mine in
it’s techno graphics
Dropping the S-H double E - P
You still don’t me I’m the l-o-r-d
Got the chaos attached to my back
Pass the rack fast track rap
Mash on the kid n play
Put cha in a class act
You don’t know me
It’s a house party two
Catch the whole view
Spit spew renew your subscriptions
Put diction in your fiction
What’s with the friction
So when you get the picture
It’s a cracked screen
You’ll need it repaired
Don’t get scared now
It’s tales from hoodtronics
Don’t wondering what’s on it
not hard to follow up kid, i keep it cold hence the cup with OJ and vodka mixed in and filled to the brim, i can keep it going like an annoyance but the way i construct my sentences has got me thinking i should be doing it different if i want to get listens, but i spit sick shit and put it on the internet, yet it feels like no one actually listens to it, since i have to look at it... i regret nothing, and continue with the bullshit that is Mister Yo, switch up the rhyme scheme but i got so many bars it seems like im pulling for words, this is all off the dome as i sit at home someone suggested Patron before i got on these forums but i ended up copping a pint of Tito's, im a patron of a bar that is far from y'all Mister Yo off the liquor sun a quick one cause i dont really feel like spitting anything else.
Come out the suit
Had to go from superman back clark kent
To make a dent
Put cha in timex watch and just sit there and watch
Put a stamp on the pump
Dump gods out cha books
No looks given
So I don’t believe
I just receive packages and study mathematics
Dropping heat lace the metal like fabrics
I’m beyond averages
Take you out like sandwiches
Eat cha outta house and home
Know I’m just a family member visiting
So quit cha whining
Its all about timing
Put down the timex
And just watch the clocks
criminal minded like kris parker mantra supreme being maniac brainiac daywalker big biscuit sparker heavyweight rapper body chalker
opposition harder i think rot vivid how i live it from the tank top to the ink spot regime dropper time stopper think brown but 5 shades darker
call me midnight lady lover with a big pipe if she's busted clap off lights haters invite to the release party smacked on site
get my scrap on knights regret nothing but the chaos go harder than Harden in the playoff's no days off
Silly rabbit hit with the go go gadget go take a dirtnap with the maggots rest in piss faggot the body bag it
branded a menace for sending them to the dentist broke for life like a man with ten kids blow back his wig
crib evicted you and that big bitch who pussy always itch and she's always asking for a snack or a cock to lick
selling her food stamps for crack rocks crying at the bus stops hold your nose she bust farts
her brother bart collecting cans in a shopping cart he stole from walmart can't fight a cold but son got heart
and ashy skin pissing in a bottle of heiniken he gets paid well getting fifty cents from many men
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Greys phases lames get laid aides came and gone
blames lone wolves hunt & butcher
Pit hookers vs strippers
Spit kicking flip liquid
Try me I don’t drink water
I’m a jack and coke
Flame folks
Make jokes I prod and poke
Dope enough to torture rappers
Drown in their own mental
Leave sonically broken
Shake trees bust flows in a breeze
Freeze your brains and bats appear
Shift gear and Henshin
Balance man vs machine
Bust them with a guillotine
Or leave her bare naked on a quilt machine
Taking her time with it
Gotta pump out them lyrics
Drop down no levels
Making it higher and higher
Achievements become unlocked
Or trophies �� earned
So don’t burn me yet
I still required
My revengence
At the absence of your presence
time write the drake equation down and revamp the idea for my vers. of nasa
put passive made massive mastering trajectory
put pressure on e'm
take the pressure off e'm
made reference taken offense
fuck the politically correct interject project take connect
make you brick build call it legos
lay your hand off my eggos
my ego be nintendo, sega genesis,playstation
so you can edge it out like DS without a GPS
don't deny me like a DPS that doesn't fucks with healers
i'm a dominator, a city of hero
not a zero
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