It’s a damn shame …
These nukkas …is so ridiculous… creep critiquing my sentences …Trying to bait me into this … war of words
Then when I …keep sending this illy shit …they typing all illiterate …
Quickly recanting … when they already know what the business is …
I been prone to scorch … poems … break homes and ravish any bait thrown … so you should play it safe holmes
or place ya orders .. ya only chumming the waters .. in a shark infested oceans of 11 ass betting…
Then I’m off to the next one … placing pressure on ya complacently pen lectures … stray wrecking .. ya sections .. till you nukkas come with something better … with little or no effort … I crush ‘em … pun’in and sonnning … then running …
Off at the mouth to they homies that they won it … I know the type … pickneys always up to something … stay smiling and fronting … looking to create a lil buzz … but don’t really want it … kill me cause I’m lunching … watchin ‘em get confronted …
Lyrics get hole punched … till leaving these cats windless like punching ‘em in they stomachs …

You know what I miss? -- *sad smile*

I miss how 3rd i used to chop you off at da knees with her lyrical sword -- :P

I know y'all was just playing -- (Fencing So 2 Speak) ... but her versatility from poetry to freestyle lyrics was so instinct~ual and automatic.

I mean ... she could flip it from one to the other, and basically whup all a' U fellas put together.

Yeah ...

I miss that! -- *sigh*


Oh! But no offense to your flow up ^above^ -- it was vicious/delicious ... as usual -- :9

and then i come off the bench..."let me in the game big homie!!!"


pass the rock i shot put emcees alas...the lock down corner
i border baseline and face time is a regular for this stud...i bud like flowers illuminate like ray allen jumpers...my numbers figure to be spectac exact focus...i chosen to be the one...son...believe me easily heaving these heathens still breathing this evening...pleasing the masses with casket calls...im drop dead gorgous...bitches hate...debate...escalate the hope...i slope pitch and float shit over the plate...they swingin at air my rare form strike zone cyclone...cats is sly tho but get the eagle eye slide show...my mic flow is out the park but still in focus...wide open perimeter cats is chokin...but my accurate grasp of it alone leaves me last...im in the zone...they clone my statistics to mimic...but never really get the Truth like Pierce bitches!!!...ya get it...they litches or leeches however you see it...i sieze it beneath it palm the leather between it... shot clock belemic but my clucth is still beastin...im eatin constantly streakin backboard attack more...you slack...sure...im glass floor and movin...if you dont get it...thats rebound...ground...and im shootin...for the stars on par for greatness...they say its the closer you get the more famous its basic...common knoweldge i polished off the trophies and froze geeks...im back with more punch then holes see...ayooooooo Z...they aint ready so steady collection plate revvvy...i preach to youngins...hold heat to youngins...scold beats its noting...close reach...yall frontin

Ill, absolutely.






So imagine all the famine reversed,
and the blueprints rehearsed,
im the cupid to the movement of birth,
i switched up, merely to sit with the illest,
zugga zin been here since i been in baby pictures,
its true, i aint new, aint from US of you,
know what, but so what, i keep up with these dudes,

outlandishness..
you aint spittin flame son, you fannin it
check your memory, you ain't got enough ram in it
your demise, i'm plannin it, your success, had a hand in it..
much more than a fan, my man, you's a Stan in it
cuffing chicks, so mad when i ran in it
it's a bet, i'm uncut, networks cannin it,
disappear like the O'Bannons did, re-appear with cannons lit..
vicks, my dogs...i teach'em how to stand and sit..
flyness, check my eyelids, you'll see i ain't landing shit
blemish your perfection like Manning did
aiight then...
quit misbranding me
on a random trip, backseat, playing the Wii
tandem twins, black jeep, playing sleep
eyes frontin, cause i'ma die stuntin like Brandon Lee..
it's nothing..



say what!?!

this nicca zin still here dropping crusted over diamonds
hah thought you retired?
good to see you still writing

smoking'em

Freeworld Order
Dangurus Mines

nm

paranoid on the A train after I inhale, exhale
came from a spot {} up top in harlem
they got some good coke on 1-4-5th & 7th
word, let's get back to brooklyn where's it's cookin'
"I think they went to the bodega"

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