Prodigious Poet:

I bomb atomically, follow my philosophies,
Obviously, Pro is on a poetic monopoly,
Mocking me, I'll steal your virginity, its robbery,
Free with the sodomy, possibly you're obsolete,
Battle-scarred, KnowOne, moderating tremendous,
Stupendous, archived every time my pen hits,
I'm trying to triumph, praying to Judah's Lion,
Iron bars, scared on my way to Zion,
But she's past nine months...
So the baby came crying, now I'm relying,
Trying to stay kosher, but those were the one's who crucified Him...
Poppa's Pen is potent, I'm hoping what I wrote,
Opens doors so yall call soar,
I'm trying to give them wisdom but everyone wants war...
So I continue to come raw and rigorous,
Don't fuck with the flow,
It's Pro-fuckin-Digious


Laxidazical:

kill kill... stab stab... murdah murdah murdah..
pass me the piece/
dibble dabble, slapped with hairgrease/
little asshole, couldnt step, trapped in stairs, g/
and you know what scares me? how one kid bleeds so much/
double dutch, bubble busts- snap ya knee with a crutch/
so on and so such, ya just not plush enough/
cats take it to the nose like im spittin backy snuff/
back it up, the dramatic rap tactics symantics/
with the black matic strapped with silencers for my antics/
30 miles to Tical and runnin/
wheels hummin, ya girls cummin/
im drunk, tryna strangle something/
pass me that gun and imma show ya what it means to be gangsta/
imma show ya why notebook thugs only bleed on paper..

One_Man_Amazin:

The great Gatsby, …I make it grim to them
that try to flo in the foot steps of these Tims
‘Zin lets the lights dim on M&M’s
sendin them … back to the lab re~pen them
in repentance of the script …prehistoric au~Thor~Sourus …adding synonyms … for text~ure …I still bless like the pro~fess~or that I am … while sound alikes …pass the mic around …One _Man …
“King ‘Zin!!”
that I am …
idle…aims at your brain blame …me for sniper shots in my inbox playing the name game …was that for me? … Even if I penned it …with you in mind if subliminally you find I dis you …the take it and run wit it do what you got to do …
who? …who? … me

cattle pronging mc’s … branding O_M_A on their backs like greek lettered frats…even when the odds are stacked …I respond react …make ‘em retract …any statements made …about the king .


Blak Yukon:

know the team
hold the cream
scheme for those by any means
young roll with older team
overload
f'sho the soldier mean
syllable weaponry
slice of audio futuristic yrs ago
back for first time for those who missed it
so yo
at it again in all blak like annakin sky
spittin'
blak hispanic v.i.transmittin'the damn shit
as if the life depended on it
i put bars to it
the unheard beat in ya skullcap
headnod,those who walk by like whats that?


Toothpick:

Triumphant turns, it’s a new page
an Asian sage,
floats over heads, down in a daze
On the world’s stage
all players are pawns,
across the checkered landscape,
we move with brains bullets and brawn,
so check the mic levels, turn the treble to tremors,
we off the Richter, off ya sister, no incest sicker,
Now how you figure inbred rhymes are art?
You’ve been warned, we foreshadowed like The Ides of March
Clear skies, eyes movin’ but they never depart, they like darts,
Bullseye peep philosophy, navigate through the silence of a hollow tree
OKP, yo the science comes naturally
So what up? No courage to congratulate?
Not fukkin with us, you conjugate the verb masturbate,
so amass the hate, and all fake bourgeois notions
the page features nine proletariat poses...


~94~:

place it in the center, when come render, ender the pretenda agenda send a, bomb to the mendeh of arrange the, tek in a bar twixted by the far and wide, east or west, re-contemplate, reprogram, re focus on mind, triple re toasted, resurrected, facted, placid, always, deep inside a mantis, ripping like a throat itch, from the precision of the blade switch, on the get ready i got em fixed blixed suffixed and suffice to say, i reap and sway the movements of time in may, onwoard to parlay type may, fa rilla, the dilla billa grabba fillah of the filler, i take it back to artform in hands gripping, painted strokes of blood, it's written....when prophetic, poetic, triple breasted alliterated, words take forms i reveal the hated.

Nowachaoticthing;

It's the summit of the future kings
execution song for those who say the wrong thing
drama brings my karma's sting, my armor's bitch-proof
scratchy voice of snitchy youths won't tell a stitch of truth
mind your place or face the multiracial supermen
no need for phonebooths
respect the banner and begin again
next movement like the roots
battlecry Apache
like we swarmin Custer's troops
who can pry the latch-key
like we're jackin all your loot
you can try to snatch me
if you think that you can catch me
but like helen keller clad in pantyliners, you can't scratch me
lay waste to your batalions from Chicago to Wenatchee

Decstar:

to tha hasty streets of kenly, it's tha young tidda,
no one sicka,
pun intenda,
shoulder chippa,
i'm tha zippa to tha style you wish you had strapped on,
this is tha damaging clique you wish you was put on,
triumph the tyranny,
the attack of the OK killa P's,
the voted infantry
is deadly
and furious,
the dream team atrocious,
something above ya being,
ya cats aint seeing that after this, there will be no breathing,
tha machanics so atheletic,
we cant help it,
so hardcore, it'll hit ya and make ya head split,
call a medic,
cuz we that damn ACCURET,
we so in tha zone, we know ya'll wishing we stop,
yea, tha flow real nice, but it wont be so hot in ya throatbox,
trying to dethrone tha clones with rocks,
i think not,
we throwing boulders
at you molested soldiers
spiting harms and hymns,
let's see ya throat connected to our timbs,
victory is settled, no need for tha tiger li,
done with tha lyrical shadowboxing, ya'll aint ready


Instant Axis:

secret service announcement......snipers on patrol, jelly roll ya ho, slideshow 9 man team comfortable lead, battin 8th in the joint dont under estimate the steez/im steve garvey on the grind, inline rhyme, last of the mohecian shrine......mountain climb/round ball design draft pick in the mix, torch flame hand held grabbin my dick when i spit/politik and flip out jerk chicken great britan accent im such a handsome gent, Ax Is sent over from the holster callem the hulkster, freeze frame in sex flexin for my poster/hand me a soda pop im thirsty, curse me, serve me, i give it to ya like james worthy,number thirty......plus twelve......thats 42 size shoe 9 and a half on the wallabee boot/they callin recruits, "we need back up!!!!", ayo, fill that crown in my cup slut.....pimp strut off three bucks like i dont give a fuck....next batter up.......

MiracleRic:

serve platters up, when we shatter nuts, maybe body bag lady luck, grab her butt, she wouldn’t let me hit the lottery, debauchery, had to split her broccoli, fortunate necrophilia, chez chez le RIC et la Familia, I’m the last emperor, roman candle, the golden handle, of this 9 edge sword, on it soars, a heron, lords of the boards, branded to the core, of a poor Baron, on the shore, the treasure chest rests, me amore, is pleasure best? or is my quest to endure the sweat & gore, I coulda swore in Swahili, REALLY??? Maybe yo, ask Cuba as Radio, play the Yoruba tuba, groove as Buddha as a baby tho, baby joe mighty young still rightly hung, here prince hakeem come, supreme drum, throwin axel foley in, holy when, napoleon complex, bomb threats on Vietnam jets, as The Divine Nine wets, we stomp the line for Father Time’s steps