...and yes, I'm one.


Disgustingly long signatures in effect for 2K1

AD...I know you'll be proud of your pops....hold it down in heaven for me.

"I'm gonna start 2K1 by posting less, writing and rhyming more, loving family and saying fuck all ya'll a lot."-my lil' message to ya'll


U-God's Illest Verse:

I aim slang I maintain, through the main vein/
The answer came clever, when we do greatness through trial and error/
Mile of terror motormouth, let the odor out/
Fumin greater, the temper in my spine human nature/
The super grass childish blast sleepy eye stash/
The hashish masterpiece, Osirus is the virus/
This split second splash, severe drop is near pop
There's fallin teardrops, now is it worth your career?/

Ghost's Most emotional verse:

Call an ambulance, Jamie been shot, word to Kemi/
Don't go Son, nigga you my motherfuckin heart/
Stay still Son, don't move, just think about Keeba/
She'll be three in January, your young God needs you/
The ambulance is taking too long,/
Everybody get the fuck back, excuse me bitch, gimme your jack/
One, seven one eight, nine one one, low battery, damn/
Blood comin out his mouth, he bleedin badly/
Nahhh Jamie, don't start that shit,/
Keep your head up, if you escape hell we gettin fucked up/
When we was eight, we went to Bat Day to see the Yanks/
In Sixty-Nine, his father and mines, they robbed banks/
He pointed to the charm on his neck,/
With his last bit of energy left, told me rock it with respect/
I opened it, seen the God holdin his kids,/
Photogenic, tears just burst out my wig/
Plus he dropped one, oh shit, here come his Old Earth/
With no shoes on, screamin holdin her breasts with a gown on/
She fell and then lightly touched his jaw, kissed him/
Rubbed his hair, turned around the ambulance was there/
Plus the blue coats, Officer Lough, took it as a joke/
Weeks ago he strip-searched the God and gave him back his coke/
Bitches yellin, Beenie Man swung on Helen/
In the back of a cop car, dirty tarts are tellin/
But suddenly a chill came through it was weird/
Felt like my man, was cast out my heaven now we share/
Laid on the stretcher, blood on his Wally's like ketchup,/
Deep like the full assassination with a sketch of it/
And it can't be, from Yohoo to Lee's/
Second grade humped the teachers, about to leave/
Finally this closed chapter, comes to an end/
He was announced, pronounced dead, y'all, at twelve ten/


RZA's Deepest Verse:

Y'all bitches love dances, and pulling down your pants/
while your man's on tour, your spending up his advances/
Your friends ain't shit, all they do is drink, smoke, and suck dick/
The whole projects is trapped in stench/
You either high school drop-outs, one to three cop-outs/
Fifteen years old, shorty ass and top out/
Ninety-nine cent beer drinking pussy stinking/
Fucking so much your ass and titties start shrinking/
New World Order slave trade, minimum wage, Medicaid/
Can a devil fool a Muslim nowadays/ (NOW CIPHER!...thought I'd add that)
Inside my lab, I'm going mad/
Took two drags off the blunts, and started breaking down the flag/
The blue is for the Crips, the red is for the Bloods/
The whites for the cops, and the stars come from the clubs/
or the slugs that ignites, through the night, by the dawn/
Early light, why is suns fighting for the stripe/


Cappadonna's Wildest Verse:

My devastatin hot '97 Mentality/
Keep me on point for my four-digit salary/
Heavyweight lyric never lost one calorie/
I'm soon to be seen, on the TV screen/
Gambino Cappacino to the Afro Sheen/
Stay black, where I'm at, high road to rap council/
Splash love to Wu in a orderly tonsil/
Never limit to the diction, cause chaos to mixin/
Brutalize a sound check, ripple through the intermission/
Rap's under siege, held tight like a squeeze/
Forced in the world 'Donna nuclear freeze/
Through the damage to the wannabe Flipmode and Def Squad/
Ruckus a whirlpool in the rap entourage/
If you dare to test thirty-six, chambers of strangers /
My word of mouth it's all real wigs might peel/
Livin large and in charge branch out Bon Voyage/
Twenty-four diamond government named God/
Alias Daryl Hill bring thugs back to kill/
Circle around my son, Daryl Jr. never eatin large/
Auntie Dauntie sixteen holdin me down/
AIDS of rap music may be contagious to sound/
Verbal the slang pushed back to create pronoun/
Method forcin J-Love to Bring the Pain from underground/
Realizin food for thought is self-compromisin/
Shaolin cut the crack into a triple-O sizin/
Blue do what he do to keep that currency risin/
Hopin I catch a deal so we can catch a full wheel/
Instead of catchin bodies, niggaz not keepin it real/
Dirtball niggaz that steal cake from stores/
That's my type of niggaz I be wantin on my tours/
Can't help it, my styles stay fat like Roseanne/
Ruckus in the square I stay rough like the Clan/
Panther on my arm, pen and pad in my hand/
Punk motherfuckers better beware of the Shaolin/
Defy interactive project Children of the Corn/
Gats and my man keep em bustin till he's gone/
Style so ancient it sparks just like the unicorn/
'Donna come through everyday my uniform/
changes and switches, I came to make ladies out of bitches/
Crackhead niggaz get stitches/
So what up with that kid, danger when I attack kid/
Watch how the slang hits you, just like a fat kid/
Form another pyramid, look how we slid/
All over Park Hill, Stapleton politic/
on a twenty dollar bill all in it together/
You can't fuck with the stormy weather, yaknahmean?/

LA The Darkman's best effort:

Yo, I met a bad chick, model actress/
Soft as a mattress, said she was catholic/
Physically attractive, earth-toned skin/
Thick but thin, looked like she just came off an island/
Rolled in Porsches, lady was gorgeous/
I'm tryin to ram bar down her mental fortress/
Love, my name Lasawn, how'd you like to have my 4th born?
I'm the God, I'll be your umbrella in a storm
We can smoke, parlay, see a ghetto matinee
Don't worry about me, young thug, cuz I'll stay...